Chapter 381 - Morning Sex (R)

Chapter 381: Chapter 381 - Morning Sex (R)

Roxie woke up first.

Soft Saturday light slipped through the blinds in thin gold stripes, catching on the quiet rise and fall of Zac’s chest. He was still deep under, mouth slightly open, one arm thrown above his head, the other resting heavy across her waist. The sheets had drifted down to their hips sometime in the night.

He was shirtless.

She remembered waiting for him to finish showering until she fell asleep. She hadn’t been able to sleep the past nights because of Karen. Last night, she did. Her body was finally so exhausted that it just turned off.

She let her eyes move slowly.

The warm plane of his chest, the faint lines of muscle that softened in sleep, the trail of hair that disappeared under the low waistband of his boxers. And lower, unmistakable even under the thin fabric, he was hard. Thick and heavy against his stomach, the outline clear where the sheets had slipped.

Roxie giggled as she studied it more. They usually have sex more than once a night but last night was the exception.

This could just be morning wood, though.

Roxie stayed perfectly still for a long moment, just looking. Her own body felt soft and warm, still half tangled with his.

She was too comfortable in his arms, but...

She wondered if it was worth having sex this early in the morning. She looked at his body.

Yes.

He had told her before that if she ever woke up wanting him, she had permission to start without waiting.

Zac, being Zac, had looked far too pleased when he said it.

So instead of waking him, she shifted the smallest amount, careful, so she could see him better.

The morning quiet wrapped around them. With no school, no plans, nothing waiting, they had all the time in the world.

She reached out and let her fingertips rest lightly on his stomach, feeling the warm skin jump once under her touch before settling again.

Zac made a low, sleepy sound but didn’t open his eyes.

Roxie traced a slow path upward, over the ridges of his abs, across the center of his chest. His nipple tightened under the light scrape of her nail. She watched the way his breathing changed, still asleep, but his body already responding.

The thick shape under his boxers twitched once, then again, growing even harder against his stomach.

She bit her lip.

Her hand drifted lower again, hovering just above the waistband. She could feel the heat radiating off him. One careful brush of her knuckles along the hard length made his hips shift in sleep, a soft, unconscious roll toward her touch.

A quiet sound left his throat, half sigh, half something rougher.

Roxie’s pulse kicked. She wanted to laugh at how he reacted even asleep, but the way it was affecting her made her swallow instead.

She kept her movements slow, letting the backs of her fingers drag lightly along the outline of him through the thin cotton, feeling how solid and warm he was. Another slow stroke, firmer this time. Zac’s brow furrowed in his sleep. His arm around her waist tightened, pulling her closer without waking.

She could feel herself getting warmer just from watching him react, shirtless, hard, completely at her mercy while the rest of the world stayed quiet outside.

Roxie leaned in and pressed the softest kiss to the center of his chest, right over his heart. Then another, lower. Her hand stayed where it was, gently mapping the shape of him through the fabric, learning the weight and heat of him all over again while he slept.

She could feel the heat of him through the thin material, the subtle pulse under her fingertips. Her thumb brushed over the swollen head, and a small, dark spot of wetness had already formed there.

A memory flickered, sharp and sudden.

The guest room. His hand in her hair. The way he’d pushed deep until her throat burned and tears spilled down her face.

How thick he’d felt forcing her jaw wide, how she’d choked and gagged around him while he groaned like he was losing his mind. The taste of him flooding her mouth when he finally came.

Her stomach tightened. She wanted to see his cock.

She glanced at his face. Still asleep. Mouth soft. Breathing slow. Completely unaware. That made it feel even more forbidden.

Roxie slipped her fingers under the waistband and carefully tugged the fabric down. He sprang free, thick, flushed, resting heavy against his stomach.

The head was already shiny. She wrapped her hand around him, barely able to close her fingers all the way, and gave a slow, experimental stroke from root to tip.

Zac’s hips twitched in his sleep. A low sound rumbled in his chest.

She did it again, firmer this time, twisting her wrist the way she knew he liked. Precome beaded at the tip, and she spread it with her thumb, making the next stroke slicker. The soft, wet sound of her hand working him seemed loud in the quiet room.

Her own breathing had gone shallow.

God, he was big.

She wondered how she could take him night after night. The first week was a bit hard, to be honest, adjusting to his size, and even now she knew that even if she was so wet, he was going to wreck her again.

The thought should have made her stop, yet she felt herself gush more.

Roxie bit her lip and kept stroking, slow, steady pulls that dragged the loose skin down and up over the rigid shaft. Every time her palm slid over the head, he pulsed in her grip. His brow furrowed. His hips gave another unconscious roll, pushing into her fist like even asleep he wanted more.

Her free hand slipped down her own stomach, under the hem of the T shirt, past the waistband of her underwear.

The first brush of her fingers against her clit made her breath catch.

She was already slick. Touching herself while she stroked him felt dirty in the best way, secret, stolen, like she was doing something she shouldn’t.

She matched the rhythm. Slow strokes on his cock, slow circles on her clit.

Watching his face the whole time. Watching the way his stomach tightened, the way his cock twitched and leaked in her fist.

Roxie’s thighs shifted restlessly against the sheets. Her fingers moved faster between her legs. The wet sound of her hand on his cock mixed with the quieter, slicker sound of her touching herself.

Zac’s eyes flew open on a broken moan. "Hmm... what the hell?" he asked, looking at her hand touching him, to her hand between her legs, then to her eyes, groaning.

"Fuck, Roxie." His hips jerked hard into her fist, voice rough with sleep and sudden, overwhelming pleasure. "Shit, that feels, god."

She couldn’t help the soft laugh that escaped her. "You ruined the fantasy."

His hand shot down and closed over hers, tightening, trying to keep her stroking. "Don’t stop. Please."

Roxie let go anyway.

She sat up and pulled the oversized T shirt over her head in one motion, then hooked her thumbs into her underwear and slid them down her legs. The cool air of the room kissed her bare skin.

She tossed the clothes aside and swung a leg over his hips, settling herself right on top of him.

Zac’s curse died in his throat.

He stared up at her, eyes dark, still half dazed from sleep, looking at the flush across her chest, the tight peaks of her nipples, and lower, to where she was visibly wet.

The evidence of how turned on she’d gotten just from touching him while he slept glistened on her inner thighs.

"Roxie... fuck," he groaned, voice low and wrecked. His hands found her hips, fingers digging in like he needed something to hold onto. "You’re soaked."

She moaned at the pressure of his fingers as if it was connected to her core. She leaned down and kissed the side of his neck, slow and open mouthed, tasting the faint salt of his skin.

Then she bit lightly at the curve where his neck met his shoulder, just hard enough to make him suck in a sharp breath. Her mouth trailed lower, teeth grazing his collarbone, then the firm plane of his chest. She closed her lips around one nipple and sucked, feeling his whole body tense beneath her.

All the while, she rolled her hips, dragging the slick heat of her pussy along the thick length of his cock. Every slow grind painted a wet stripe across his stomach.

The head of him caught against her clit on every upward slide, sending little sparks through her. She kept the pressure light, teasing, never letting him slip inside.

Zac’s head tipped back against the pillow. His hands flexed hard on her hips.

"You’re killing me," he rasped. "Feel how wet you are... how long have you been awake?"

Roxie smiled against his chest and did it again, slower, grinding down until the entire underside of his cock was shiny with her.

"How long was I stroking your hard cock you mean?"

He groaned in agreement, his eyes glued to her grinding on him.

"Are you close?" She smirked. "You were moaning. Were you dreaming of me?"

He nodded.

She could feel him throbbing under her, thick and hot and desperate.

Close? Not on her watch. She stopped.

She leaned down and bit his pec, making his palms clench on the sheet.

"Roxie." He moaned.

She licked the flesh where her teeth marks were and sat up to admire her work.

He looked wrecked and hers.

Zac’s hands tightened on her hips, trying to pull her down. "Roxie, come on." His voice was already strained. "I need to be inside you."

She only smiled and kept the slow, wet drag of her pussy along his cock, never quite letting him slip in.

Every time the swollen head caught against her entrance, he groaned, hips lifting off the bed like he couldn’t help it.

She rose with him, denying the angle, leaving him throbbing and shiny against her.

"You’re already desperate," she murmured, leaning down to kiss the corner of his mouth. "We’ve got all morning."

"I don’t care." His fingers dug harder into her skin. "Please. Just, let me."

Roxie reached between them and wrapped her hand around the base of his cock, holding him steady. She shifted her hips just enough to notch the thick head against her.

The stretch was immediate, hot, blunt pressure that made her breath hitch.

"Sooo big." She moaned.

She sank down the smallest amount, taking only the tip inside her.

Zac’s whole body went rigid.

"Fuck, yes." The word broke on a moan. His head pressed back into the pillow, eyes half lidded and dark. "More. Take more."

She didn’t.

She stayed exactly there, hovering, the head of him barely inside her while the rest of his cock stayed heavy and aching in her hand. Every tiny shift of her hips made the stretch pulse. She could feel herself clenching around just that much of him, wetness dripping down the shaft.

Zac’s voice turned rough. "Roxie. Baby. Please."

She rolled her hips in the smallest circle, letting the head drag against her inner walls without giving him another inch. His stomach flexed hard beneath her. A broken sound left his throat.

"You want it?" she asked softly, watching his face.

"Yes." Immediate. Desperate. "God, yes. I want to fuck you. I want to feel all of you. Please."

She sank down another fraction and squeezed around him deliberately. Zac’s curse was almost a whimper.

His hands slid up her waist, gripping like he was one second from flipping her over and taking what he needed.

Roxie leaned down until her mouth brushed his ear, still holding herself right there, stretched around nothing but the thick tip of him.

"Then beg a little nicer."