She moaned, wriggling her ass against his cock.
He gripped her hips, hissing. “Be careful, baby. I’m holding on by a thread.”
“Are you wanting to f**k me, Zero?” she said, glancing over her shoulder up at him.
“You know I do.”
Prue turned around, sliding a finger down his chest until she cupped his cock. “I’m wet, Zero.”
Spinning her so her back was pressed to the wall, Zero gazed down into her eyes. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing?” he asked.
“I’m not drunk. I’m happy. I’m relaxed, and I can’t think of a single reason why we can’t f**k. It has been weeks, Zero, months.” She leaned in close, pressing kisses to his neck. He groaned as she bit down on the flesh of his neck. “It has been so long since I’ve felt a nice hard c**k pounding inside me.”
“You don’t know what you’re doing,” he said.
He couldn’t get any more turned on. His c**k was so f**king tight. Zero imagined the imprint of his zipper would be on his cock.
She grabbed his hand, bringing his fingers to her mouth. He watched her open her mouth and suck one then two fingers into her mouth, getting them nice and wet.
“What’s the matter, Zero? You never have a woman tell you what she wants?” she asked.
Zero didn’t respond as she moved his fingers up the inside her of her thigh. He cupped her heat, feeling the wetness of her panties against his palm.
No, he couldn’t wait anymore. Grabbing her hand, it was his turn to lead, and he took her upstairs to his room.
****
Prue was melting, and the alcohol she’d consumed had given her the courage to finally approach Zero with her need. Sleeping next to him every night and not being with him was driving her crazy. Most of her dreams were filled with sex and wanton need. There was only so much she could survive. Refusing Zero was no longer an option.
When Alan finally lashed out she needed to keep her wits about her. The only way to deal with that was to give in to their need.
Zero opened his bedroom door. She turned in time to see him flick the lock into place. He was breathing deeply. “Wow, you move fast, don’t you?” she said, smiling.
Her panties were soaked with her need.
Reaching behind her, she pulled the pins out of her hair, letting the length fall around her shoulders. His gaze hadn’t left hers. Zero also hadn’t spoken a word to her since he got her to his room.
“What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?”
“Take the dress off. Keep the shoes on.”
Raising a brow, she placed her hands on her hips. “You’re going to order me about?”
“And you’re going to do as you’re told. We’re not best friends right now, Prue. This is my room, and you’ve got no control here. I get what I want.”
He turned her on, standing up to her.
“Okay.” She wasn’t going to argue. He could be the boss all he wanted. She was more than happy to give him the reins in the bedroom.
She tugged at the hem of her dress and dragged it up her legs before pulling it over her head. Throwing the dress at him, she stood in the modest black heels and a matching set of red lace underwear. The bra felt good against her skin while the panties made her feel sensual.
“Fuck me,” he said.
Staying still, she waited for his next instruction.
Zero threw the dress aside before removing his jacket. When his shirt came off, her mouth dried up at the sight. She’d seen him without a shirt plenty of times. This was different. They were going to f**k, and their friendship was going to change. The line had been drawn years ago. Between the two of them, they were smashing down all barriers that kept them apart.
He took a step closer wearing his jeans and boots.
Staring up at him, they stood close but not touching. The masculine scent of his deodorant wafted up to her nostrils. Licking her lips, she gazed at the expanse of his chest.
“You’ve got me here. Tell me what you want.”
His hands reached out, gripping some of her hair and cupping her face. Zero tilted her head back, leaning in close. “I want a kiss.”
Zero took possession of her mouth, sliding his tongue inside. She whimpered at the power he held over her from a simple kiss. Plenty of men had kissed her before. None of them had left her yearning so much. His tongue teased hers, deepening the kiss.
Gripping his arms, she held onto his body as she went a little lightheaded. He didn’t move or try to touch another part of her.
His lips and hands were the only parts of him touching her. She sank her nails into his arms, wanting him to take control, bend her over the bed and f**k her.
“Please,” she said. Zero kissed down her neck, sucking on the pulse at the side.
“Why are you in such a rush to have it over with?” he asked.
“I’m not. Please, f**k me.” She wasn’t above begging. The heat built in her pu**y, and she was on fire.
“I will. All in good time. My room, my rules, and you’re going to do everything I tell you.” He bit her skin, making her gasp with pleasure before he returned to her lips.
“This is not fair.”
“By the time I’m finished you’re going to know what being f**ked by me is all about. I don’t do sloppy. When I f**k, it’s wet, dirty, and f**king memorable. I don’t waste my time.” He tugged on her hair forcing her to take a step back.
Zero kept this up until she once again had her back to the wall. He pressed his body to hers, grinding his rock hard c**k against her stomach. “You want a quick f**k that leaves you wanting more then find someone else. I will have you screaming for me to stop from what I do to you.”
Prue whimpered. “I want you.”
“Then you do not order me around. You do as I tell you and accept what I do to you.” He fisted her hair in his hand, tugging until she was staring at the ceiling. His lips moved around her neck going from ear to ear before moving down to suck on her nipple through the lace of her bra.
She screamed at the pleasure. He bit down on the hard bud adding some pain to the heat of his mouth. Zero went to the next nipple, sucking the bud into his mouth before biting down. The pleasure and pain mixed together leaving her jerking in his arms.
“I can smell your pu**y, baby. I’ve not even got my hands on you, and you’re f**king hot to the touch.” He knelt before her. His hands still held her head back, forcing her to look at the ceiling. She felt his face press against her pu**y. His tongue flicked across the lace, keeping him away from her clit.