The Captain's Dirty Little Secret

Chapter 341: Chapter 341 - F Me (R)

Zac’s hands worked in slow, deliberate circles along her calves, his thumbs pressing deep into the muscle while his palms followed behind them. Roxie sank farther into the bed, already feeling the soreness ease wherever he touched her.

”Zac, it feels so good.”

His eyes were half lidded and dazed, like he had already forgotten how to form full sentences. ”Hmmm.”

Roxie almost laughed at him, but then his palms slid higher, over her knees and along the outside of her thighs, and whatever joke she had been about to make disappeared. His hands settled around her hips, his thumbs brushing the soft skin just inside the edge of the towel.

He was so close that Roxie’s breath caught, and when she squirmed without meaning to, her hips shifting against his hands, Zac pressed both palms more firmly against her pelvis to hold her still.

The pressure made her eyes roll upward as her body twitched against the bed.

”Stop moving,” he muttered, his voice lower and rougher than before.

”I can’t.” The words broke into a moan because she could already feel the wetness gathering between her legs, enough that she was sure the towel beneath her was getting damp. Knowing Zac was close enough to notice only made her hotter.

His hands slid down her thighs again before moving inward. He carefully supported the injured leg while pushing the other farther open, and the towel shifted with the movement until it barely covered her crotch. Roxie’s face burned, and she instinctively brought one hand down, pressing her palm over the soaked fabric between her legs.

The pressure made her twitch again.

Zac saw it. His jaw tightened, but he said nothing and simply returned to the massage, his thumbs working slowly over the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. Every circle brought him closer without actually touching her where she wanted him, and Roxie’s thighs started trembling beneath his hands.

”Stop... now...” she moaned, trying to pull her legs together.

”I’m not done.”

His voice sounded stupidly serious considering what he was doing to her. Roxie groaned when he moved to the other leg and started working through the towel. She could still feel the pressure of his hands, but the fabric dulled their warmth, and after feeling his bare palms against the inside of her thigh it was almost frustrating.

Then he went back to her uncovered leg.

The moment his hot hands touched her skin again, Roxie’s hips shifted. ”Fuck.”

Zac swallowed and kept going, his hands sliding slowly over her thigh as if he had decided ignoring everything else happening between them would somehow make it disappear.

By the time he finally eased back and released her legs, Roxie immediately pulled her knees together as much as the brace allowed and pushed herself onto her elbows.

Was he seriously done?

Her whole body was burning. She could feel how wet she was against the towel, her thighs still trembling from his hands, and Zac was sitting there like he had simply completed a perfectly normal massage. She wanted him to keep going, but actually asking felt dangerously close to admitting how desperate she had become.

Before she could decide whether she cared, Zac’s eyes flicked from her face toward her legs.

”Can I massage your feet?”

Roxie stared at him. That was what he had?

Her lips pressed tightly together, but she nodded.

Zac carefully lifted both feet, supporting the injured one while resting her uninjured foot against the hard plane of his stomach. Roxie’s eyes followed the movement and immediately locked onto the thick bulge straining beneath his gray sweatpants.

Her irritation vanished.

The fabric was doing absolutely nothing to hide him. A small dark spot marked the material near the head, and Roxie’s bare foot rested only inches away from it.

He had spent the entire massage pretending he was calm, barely able to answer her whenever the towel shifted, while his body had apparently been betraying him the whole time.

A helpless moan slipped from her. She squirmed against the bed again, thighs pressing together around the hand still covering herself, and Zac’s jaw flexed when he noticed.

Then he lifted her good foot higher and brought it toward his mouth.

Roxie stared at him.

His eyes stayed on hers as he slowly sucked her big toe between his lips.

Her whole body jolted. ”Zac.”

The wet warmth of his mouth wrapped around her toe while his tongue moved slowly over it, and it felt far more sexual than something so ridiculous had any right to feel. Roxie moaned louder, covering her mouth with one hand while the other pressed harder against the soaked towel between her legs.

Then her fingers started moving.

Slow circles.

Rubbing herself through the fabric.

Zac noticed immediately. His eyes dropped toward the movement, and he released her toe with a soft wet sound that made Roxie’s stomach tighten all over again.

”Show me.”

Her breathing stumbled.

For a moment she simply stared at him, but there was something in his expression now that stripped away whatever embarrassment she had left. Roxie caught the edge of the towel with her fingers and pulled it aside, the damp fabric peeling away from her skin.

Zac groaned.

The sound came out low and broken.

Roxie glanced down at herself and felt another rush of heat move through her. She was soaked enough that the wetness was obvious, glistening between her thighs and already trailing lower.

Zac carefully lowered her foot before leaning toward her. He kissed the inside of her good leg first, then moved higher while Roxie’s fingers tightened against the sheets. When he reached the injured side, he supported the braced leg with both hands and repositioned it so there was no pressure on the ankle before settling himself between her thighs.

His mouth moved higher along the inside of her leg until there was barely any distance left between him and where she wanted him.

Then his tongue dragged through her in one long, wet lick.

Roxie’s whole body jerked. ”Oh, fuck.”

The sound Zac made against her was almost pained, and that was enough to destroy whatever restraint Roxie had left. She yanked the towel open the rest of the way and let it fall around her hips, her hands moving to her breasts as she squeezed them and pinched her already hard nipples.

Zac looked up.

Seeing his face between her thighs nearly made her lose it right there.

His mouth went back to her, his tongue working over her slowly at first before finding the place that made Roxie’s body tense. Her hips rolled toward him automatically, and Zac groaned against her before sliding one hand between her legs.

Two fingers pushed inside her.

Roxie cried out.

He worked them deeper while his mouth stayed on her, and her head fell back against the pillow as the pressure inside her built almost immediately. ”Zac... fuck.”

His fingers moved in and out while his tongue worked her clit, every wet pull of his mouth sending another sharp rush through her body. Roxie was already losing control, her hips trying to follow his hand while the brace limited how much she could move.

One hand gripped the sheet while the other stayed on her breast, her fingers pulling at her nipple whenever another wave of pleasure hit.

Zac pushed his fingers deeper, and Roxie moaned his name.

Then he added another.

The stretch burned for a second and Roxie gasped, looking down to see three fingers working inside her. Her thighs trembled around his wrist, and Zac immediately slowed, keeping the thrusts shallower as if he was still worried about hurting her.

That almost drove her insane.

She wanted deeper. Harder. Every careful drag of his fingers only made the ache inside her worse because all she could think about was how different it would feel if it were his cock instead, thicker and heavier, stretching her open the way only he could.

The thought alone pushed her over.

Her whole body tightened. ”Zac!”

The orgasm hit hard enough that a broken shout tore from her throat. Her thighs shook around him as she clenched repeatedly around his fingers, the first wave barely finishing before another crashed through her and made her hips jerk as much as the brace allowed.

Roxie kept coming until her vision blurred and her voice cracked around his name. Zac stayed between her thighs, his fingers still moving through every contraction until the pleasure finally started easing and Roxie collapsed back against the mattress, breathing hard.

Her body was still twitching, still hot, and somehow the release had only made the emptiness inside her more obvious. She looked down at Zac and wanted him immediately.

Wanted to touch him.

Wanted to see what happened when all that ridiculous control he had been clinging to finally disappeared.

Roxie carefully pushed herself upright and shifted closer until she was sitting between his knees. Zac watched her with dark, heavy eyes as she reached for the waistband of his sweatpants, and his breathing changed the moment her fingers hooked underneath it.

She pulled them down.

His cock sprang free, thick and flushed dark, the head already shiny and wet.

Roxie stared.

No matter how many times she saw him, he always looked bigger than she remembered, heavier than she expected when she wrapped one hand around the base.

Zac sucked in a breath.

Roxie looked up at him.

His eyes were already half closed again.

That made her smile.

She leaned down and dragged the flat of her tongue slowly along the underside.

Zac’s breath punched out of him.

The taste surprised her again, salt and clean skin and something that was simply him. Roxie did it once more, slower this time, letting her tongue follow the length before swirling around the head. His stomach tightened immediately.

Then she took the tip between her lips and sucked gently.

”Fuck... Roxie.”

His voice was already wrecked, and hearing it sent another rush of heat between her thighs.

Roxie tried to take more, her lips sliding down until the thickness of him stretched her mouth wider than she expected. She managed only a few inches before her throat tightened and she had to pull back, breathing through her nose while a thin string of spit stretched between her lower lip and the head.

She looked at Zac.

His face had gone almost blank.

Roxie smiled. ”Good?”

He stared at her.

”Fuck.”

Apparently, that was all he had left.

Roxie laughed softly before taking him back into her mouth. She started carefully, bobbing along the length she could manage while her hand stroked everything her mouth could not reach. Every time she tried taking him deeper her eyes watered, but the low sounds Zac kept making only encouraged her.

His fingers threaded into her hair, holding rather than pushing, like he needed something to ground himself. Roxie moved faster, working her tongue along the underside while her fist twisted around the base in messy wet strokes.

Her teeth scraped him accidentally.

Zac hissed and his hips twitched.

Roxie pulled back immediately. ”Sorry.”

He looked down at her, breathing hard.

She smiled against the wet head before taking him into her mouth again and sucking harder to make up for it.

Zac groaned like it hurt. ”You’re doing so good. Just like that... fuck.”

The praise went straight through her.

Roxie moaned around him, and the vibration made Zac’s fingers tighten in her hair. She took him deeper again, eyes watering while spit collected around her lips and slid over her fingers, but she barely cared anymore.

She wanted him to come.

Wanted to feel it.

Wanted to know she had reduced Zac Prescott, who had spent the entire massage pretending he could behave, to this.

Roxie changed the rhythm, slowing when his breathing became too sharp before speeding up again. Every groan taught her something, every curse and every tightening of his thighs telling her exactly what he liked.

”Roxie... babe, I’m close.”

She looked up at him without pulling away.

Then she sucked harder.

Her hand sped up.

Zac’s hips jerked once, then again, before his entire body tightened.

The first hot pulse hit her tongue.

Roxie groaned around him and swallowed while another followed, then another. Zac tipped his head back with a rough curse while she kept sucking through it, catching everything she could until his body started twitching and his fingers gently tightened in her hair.

Roxie finally pulled away, breathing hard while a shiny string stretched briefly between her swollen lips and the head before breaking.

She sat back on her heels.

Her mouth felt swollen and her chin was wet, but the ache between her legs had somehow become worse.

Roxie stared at him and could think only about how it would feel if he fucked her instead, how deep he would go and how completely he would fill the hollow ache still sitting inside her.

Zac looked down at her.

Apparently, he saw everything on her face.

He reached for her, and Roxie barely had time to adjust her injured leg before he carefully hauled her upward and pulled her against him.

Then he kissed her.

Hard.

Roxie moaned into his mouth and wrapped her arms around his neck as one of Zac’s hands slid between her legs again. Two fingers pushed inside her soaked heat with almost no resistance, and she gasped against his lips when he thrust them deeper and curled them inside her.

Her fingers tightened around his shoulders while her hips moved toward his hand.

”Zac.”

He kissed her again, but Roxie was already panting when she pulled her mouth away.

”Fuck me.”

Zac stopped.

Roxie looked directly into his eyes, every part of her still burning.

”Please, Zac.”

Her fingers tightened around his shoulders.

”Fuck me.”