Chapter 367 - Open Wide II (R)

Chapter 367: Chapter 367 - Open Wide II (R)

She stayed on her knees, hands still braced on his thighs while he kept moving. Every retreat gave her a short chance to breathe before he filled her mouth again. The pain in her jaw pulsed with her heartbeat, but the look on Zac’s face made something low and hot twist inside her despite it.

Then his rhythm changed.

The slow, controlled movements became sharper and uneven.

His hands clenched harder in her hair.

Zac’s hips moved with less patience now, as if his body had taken over completely and was simply chasing the feeling.

Roxie felt it happen.

He wasn’t thinking anymore.

That was the dangerous part.

The awareness in his face disappeared whenever sensation took over, and Roxie could feel how much more forceful he became each time his control slipped.

Her throat tightened again.

Her fingers dug harder into his thighs.

Zac groaned.

Instead of noticing the warning in her grip, his body reacted to it.

That realization should have scared her more than it did.

Instead, another pulse of heat moved through her.

What the hell was wrong with them?

Instead, she kept her mouth wide, straining around the thick girth, and let him slowly fuck into the wet, messy heat of it while tears and spit ran down her face.

Zac looked down.

Their eyes met.

For half a second something flickered in his expression, awareness trying to come back.

Then Roxie adjusted around him.

It vanished.

"Jesus fucking Christ."

Zac’s rhythm broke.

The slow, controlled thrusts turned sharp and uneven.

His hands clenched hard in her hair, hips snapping forward until thick inch was buried deep in her throat. Roxie felt him swell against her tongue, felt the first hard pulse, and then he was coming.

A low, broken groan tore out of him.

He bit down on the side of his own hand, teeth sinking into the fleshy edge of his palm to muffle the sound, but it still came out raw and shattered. His cock jerked violently inside her mouth, flooding her throat in thick, hot pulses.

He stayed buried, body locked tight, every muscle straining as the orgasm ripped through him.

Roxie’s eyes flew wide. She couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t swallow fast enough. The first heavy spurt hit the back of her throat and she choked around it, more saliva and come spilling past her stretched lips in messy white trails down her chin. Zac kept pulsing, kept filling her, the powerful contractions of his release dragging soft, desperate sounds out of him even with his hand clamped between his teeth.

His hips stuttered in tiny, involuntary thrusts, grinding deeper like he couldn’t stand the thought of pulling back while he was still coming.

Roxie’s throat worked frantically around him, trying to take it, tears streaming freely now. The pressure was overwhelming, hot, thick, endless, until her vision swam at the edges.

Zac’s free hand trembled against the back of her head. He was still biting down hard, eyes squeezed shut, the muscles in his stomach jumping with every fresh pulse.

The wet, choked sounds of her struggling mouth only seemed to drag the orgasm out longer. Another heavy throb, another rush of heat, and a broken noise escaped past his teeth despite everything.

Only when the last weak pulses faded did his body start to unlock. His hips stayed pressed flush against her face for another long, shaky second, cock still buried deep, before he finally eased back just enough for the swollen head to rest heavy on her tongue.

Roxie gasped wetly around him, come and spit spilling down her chin in thick strings. Her jaw ached. Her throat burned. She looked up through blurred eyes and found Zac staring down at her like he’d just been gutted, flushed, dazed, still biting his hand, chest heaving.

He looked completely ruined.

His grip remained tight for another moment before his body finally began to relax.

Only then did his fingers loosen.

Roxie pulled back and immediately dragged in a deep breath. For one second anger flared hot inside Roxie.

He had gotten carried away.

Really carried away.

There had been moments when he barely seemed aware that the mouth he was so obsessed with belonged to her. He had followed sensation until everything else disappeared.

She could have shoved his thigh.

Could have snapped at him that she had been struggling, that her jaw felt destroyed and her throat felt raw, that being that fucking big was already enough of a problem without him losing his mind on top of it.

The words sat right behind her teeth.

Then Zac really looked at her.

His expression changed immediately.

The dazed hunger vanished.

His eyes moved over her wet cheeks, her swollen lips and the way she was still catching her breath.

"Fuck."

He reached down with shaky fingers and gently wiped the corner of her mouth.

Roxie stared at him.

The concern in his face was almost worse because now he looked completely, stupidly in love with her.

Damn him.

"You are such an asshole."

Her voice came out rough.

Zac winced. "I’m sorry."

Roxie stood carefully and finally looked at both of them properly.

Then she started giggling.

It was ridiculous.

Her top was on the floor.

His shirt had somehow landed near the bed.

His jeans were still open.

Her hair looked like somebody had fought with it.

An entire party was downstairs.

And she was still wet enough that part of her wanted him all over again.

Zac stared at her. "What?"

"Look at us."

He reached toward her face and wiped at her mouth again.

Roxie pushed his hand away, laughing even though it made her jaw ache. "It still hurts, asshole."

His expression changed instantly. "Did I hurt you?"

Roxie stared at him.

"Are you seriously asking me that?"

Zac bit his lip.

He knew.

Roxie narrowed her eyes, trying to stay angry for at least another minute, but his guilty expression was already ruining it.

"That was the first time I was able to take more than the tip properly, and you decided apparently tonight was the night to lose your fucking mind."

"I’m sorry."

"My jaw hates you."

"I know."

"My throat hates you too."

"I know."

"You’re way too fucking big to be acting like that."

Zac’s cheeks actually reddened.

Roxie stopped.

Then she laughed again.

"Oh my God."

"What?"

"You’re blushing now?"

"I’m not."

"You are."

"Roxie."

After everything he had just done, apparently this was what embarrassed him.

Her gaze dropped.

Then she raised an eyebrow.

His cock was still partly hard.

"You cannot be serious."

Zac followed her gaze.

That made his face even worse.

Roxie laughed again.

She reached down and wrapped her fingers around him.

Zac’s breath caught instantly.

His cock twitched against her palm.

Roxie smiled.

"Well, apparently this part of you learned absolutely nothing."

"Roxie."

She stroked him once, lightly.

Zac groaned.

The sound made her grin.

"I’ll punish you next time."

His eyes closed briefly. "Fuck."

Roxie giggled and touched him again just to watch his face change. He was sensitive enough that his hips jerked.

Good.

Served him right.

"It’s red," she said, looking down.

"That’s because you’re touching it."

"It looks like it hurts."

"You’re still touching it."

"Well, whose fault is that?"

Zac caught her wrist, but instead of pulling her hand away, he kept it there.

"Let me make you feel good."

Roxie raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

"Yes."

"We have all your friends waiting downstairs."

"So?"

"Staying here any longer is going to make us even more suspicious."

Zac looked at her like the answer was obvious.

"Then let’s stay here."

Roxie burst out laughing and finally let go of him.

"You’re insane."

"I’m serious."

"I know. That’s the problem."

Zac reached for her waist.

Roxie immediately stepped away and grabbed her top. "Absolutely not. Put your clothes on."

"Babe."

"Clothes."

He groaned.

Roxie pulled her top over her head while Zac finally fixed his boxers and jeans. She tried to straighten her bra underneath the fabric, then ran both hands through her wrecked hair.

When she looked up, Zac was still staring at her.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"That is never nothing."

He stepped closer.

Roxie immediately put a hand against his chest. "We’re going downstairs."

"I heard you."

"Then why are you still coming closer?"

Zac kissed her.

Roxie froze for half a second.

The kiss was completely different from everything that had happened minutes earlier.

Slow.

Gentle.

Careful.

The asshole.

Roxie softened into it before she could stop herself.

When he pulled away, she narrowed her eyes.

"That is cheating."

Zac’s mouth curved. "What?"

"You get all sweet after being an animal and expect me to forget."

"Did it work?"

Roxie tried to glare.

It lasted maybe two seconds.

"A little."

Zac smiled and kissed her forehead.

Roxie shook her head. "You were scary."

That wiped the smile off his face.

He looked at her.

Roxie held his gaze for a few seconds because she wanted him to understand she meant it.

Then her mouth twitched.

"But also really fucking hot."

Zac stared at her.

The expression on his face made Roxie burst out laughing.

He grabbed her around the waist.

Roxie squealed and pushed against his chest. "Zac!"

"You’re impossible."

"You love me."

"Unfortunately."

"Liar."

He kissed her forehead again.

Roxie finally escaped his arms and tried to fix her hair with both hands. Her jaw still hurt, her throat felt raw, and somehow she was still embarrassingly turned on despite everything.

"How bad do I look?"

Zac looked her over slowly.

"Hot."

"That wasn’t the question."

"Still my answer."

Roxie rolled her eyes and opened the door enough to peek into the hallway.

Nobody was there.

Thank God.

She stepped outside, and Zac immediately came up behind her and wrapped both arms around her waist.

Roxie looked over her shoulder. "Seriously?"

"What?"

"We haven’t even left the hallway."

"I’m behaving."

Roxie laughed.

Apparently this was Zac behaving.

She caught his hand and pulled him toward the stairs. "Come on before everyone thinks we died."

"They probably know."

Roxie stopped.

"What?"

Zac smiled.

Her face heated immediately.

She slapped his chest. "Asshole."

His laugh followed her toward the stairs.

Halfway down, Roxie glanced back.

Zac was staring at her ass.

"Seriously?"

His eyes lifted.

"What?"

Roxie shook her head and kept walking, laughing under her breath.

Five minutes had fixed absolutely nothing.