The Captain's Dirty Little Secret

Chapter 330: Chapter 330 - You (R)

She kept working him, her hand stroking what her mouth couldn’t take, lips sealed tight around the head. Every scrape of her teeth made him hiss, but the wet heat and the determined way she kept going were pushing him right to the edge.

Then he looked down and noticed her other hand.

It was between her own legs, moving beneath the fabric of her shorts in small, restless circles.

That was it.

”Fuck, Roxie.”

His hips jerked. The first pulse hit the back of her tongue hard.

She choked immediately, eyes watering, but instead of pulling off, she stayed right there, sucking through it. Zac’s hand hovered at the back of her head, torn for a split second between pulling her away and holding her there.

She chose for him, taking what she could, throat working as he came hard, twitching against her tongue.

He watched every second of it.

The way her eyes fluttered. The way she tried to swallow. The way a little of him spilled from the corner of her mouth and ran down her chin anyway.

Roxie groaned around him, the sound vibrating straight through his cock as the last pulses left him shaking.

When it finally eased, she pulled off slowly, lips red and shiny, breathing hard, a streak of white still at the edge of her mouth.

Zac didn’t give her time to wipe it away.

He hauled her up by the arms, crashed their mouths together, and kissed her deep, tasting himself on her tongue, messy and filthy and so fucking hot that he groaned into it. Roxie made a soft, startled sound against his lips but kissed him back just as hard, still trembling.

He flipped them in one motion.

She landed on her back. He didn’t bother taking anything else off. He shoved her shirt higher, bared one breast, and closed his mouth over her nipple, sucking hard and scraping his teeth the same way she had done to him earlier.

Roxie’s back arched.

Her hand came up and shoved at his shoulder, pushing him lower with zero patience.

Zac went willingly.

He dragged his mouth down her stomach, shoved her shorts and underwear just far enough aside, and put his mouth on her without another word, tongue flat and greedy as he licked through the slick heat she had been touching while she sucked him off.

Roxie was still in that short skirt, the hem already rucked up around her hips. Zac shoved it higher, hooked two fingers into the side of her panties, and dragged the thin fabric just far enough aside.

The sight punched the air out of him.

She was soaked. The soft lips of her pussy were flushed a deep, pretty pink, blushing like a flower that had opened too fast, slick and glistening under the low light.

He used both thumbs to gently pull her apart, spreading her open so he could see everything. Her clit was already swollen, peeking out from beneath its hood. Below it, her slit stayed closed, tight and shy, wetness seeping out in a slow, shiny trail that made his mouth water.

He was starving for it.

Zac leaned in and dragged the flat of his tongue through her, slow and deliberate, collecting every drop.

The taste hit him hard, clean, sweet, a little sharp, and the second it registered, he groaned against her.

He kept thinking about the fact that she had just had him in her mouth, that some of him was still on her tongue, and how filthy it felt to have their bodies tangled together like this.

To have their fluids mixed together here.

The thought made his spent cock twitch against the sheets.

He loved this. Loved going down on her. Loved the way her thighs tensed around his head the second his mouth was on her.

Roxie’s hips rolled upward, seeking more. Her body was already pleading through small, restless movements and soft, broken sounds, begging him to stop teasing and give her what she needed.

He didn’t.

Not yet.

He licked her again, slower, then sealed his mouth over her clit and sucked hard.

She cried out, one hand flying to his hair.

Zac kept working her steadily, tongue moving through the fresh rush of wetness she gave him, swallowing every bit of it like he couldn’t get enough.

When her moans turned sharper, he grinned against her and pushed two fingers inside.

She was tight. Hot. So wet the slide came easily even with the stretch. He curled them and stroked until she clenched around him and moaned louder.

Her walls fluttered around his fingers.

He watched her face the whole time, watched the way her mouth fell open and her brows drew together.

Then he added a third.

Roxie clenched around him again, thighs shifting wider while he worked them slowly inside her.

He pressed a fourth finger against her entrance and carefully started working it in.

Roxie’s breath hitched hard.

Her thighs trembled.

This was different.

Zac immediately slowed, watching her face while her body struggled with the added fullness. She was already stretched wide around his fingers, and even with how wet she was, he could feel the resistance.

He looked up at her over the rucked up skirt and the panties still pulled aside, his voice rough with want.

”You can probably take me now.”

But even as he said it, he could feel the truth.

She was still too tight. Four fingers already had her stretched close to her limit, her walls fluttering and clenching around the intrusion. His cock was thicker. Longer.

She still was not ready for him without real pain.

The image hit him anyway.

Holding her by the hips. Lining himself up. Feeling her stretch around him the same way she was stretching around his fingers. Watching her face as he slowly pushed deeper.

He could almost imagine the heat of her, the way she would clench, the broken sounds she would make as her body adjusted around him.

His cock was already half hard again from the thought.

But he stayed exactly where he was.

His fingers remained inside her, moving slowly and carefully while he watched her face.

Whenever it happened, it would be because she wanted it.

Tonight, could stay exactly like this.

He lowered his mouth to her again.

Roxie’s fingers tightened in his hair as he worked her with his mouth and hand together, and the sounds coming from her became harder to contain.

When her moans climbed higher, Zac flattened his free hand over her mouth just in time.

Roxie came screaming into his palm.

Her entire body locked up. Her thighs clamped around his head while her walls spasmed hard around his fingers, her back arching clean off the bed.

Zac held her through it.

He kept his hand over her mouth to muffle the broken cries while his mouth stayed on her and his fingers continued working slowly inside, drawing the orgasm out until her body was shaking and twitching beneath him.

Her sounds gradually weakened against his palm.

Only when the worst of it eased did he lift his head.

He crawled up her body, keeping close to her, and kissed her deep, messy and open mouthed, tasting her on his own tongue.

Her body continued twitching beneath him.

The thought of eventually being inside her hit him again, hard enough that his cock throbbed painfully against the sheets.

Roxie wasn’t kissing him back.

Zac noticed a second too late.

She pulled away with a soft, breathy little chuckle, her eyes already half closed.

Then her entire body went slack.

Passed out.

Zac froze.

For a moment, he simply stared at her.

Her breathing was slow and even, exhaustion finally winning after the competition, the celebration, Karen’s drinks, and everything they had just done.

”Roxie?”

Nothing.

Zac let out a disbelieving breath.

”Seriously?”

Still nothing.

His cock was rock hard again, aching, so sensitive every small shift of fabric felt like too much. He knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep if he left it.

Touching her any more right now felt almost illegal. She was out cold, completely wrecked, soft and open and trusting.

So he didn’t.

He wrapped his own slick hand around his cock instead and started stroking, eyes locked on her.

On the flushed, swollen state of her pussy. On the way her chest rose and fell. On the little bit of his own cum still drying at the corner of her mouth from earlier. On how small and wrecked and perfect she looked with her legs still open like that.

He came hard and fast, biting back a groan as he spilled over his own fist, hips jerking, the orgasm almost painful from how sensitive he already was.

When it finally faded he just sat there for a second, breathing hard, hand messy, staring at her like he still couldn’t believe what she’d just let him do.

She could spend half the night destroying every bit of control he had and then pass out like she had accomplished a task on her schedule.

Somehow, that was extremely Roxie.

He reached for the nearest shirt, cleaned himself up, and settled beside her.

Tomorrow he was absolutely making fun of her for this.

Assuming she remembered any of it.