Coercion (The Cassano Series Book 3) (17 page)

Zev

I wait down the street like a stalker. I estimated Tara’s arrival home to be around eleven, but it’s already midnight, and she hasn’t returned. What has she been doing with that asshole, Brian? The taping of his poker tournament wrapped up two hours ago.

Simon texted me earlier, wanting to know how things were going. I’ve totally ditched my responsibilities at Submission. I should be supervising his club, along with Elite.

Hell, I should be there tonight to watch over my own responsibilities, but instead, I left Shannon and Kruse to handle it all. I’ve got a new obsession, and it’s disturbing.

I watch as a vehicle finally comes down the road toward me. Before reaching my car, it turns into a parking space in front of Tara’s condo. She exits with Brian, and he walks her to her door.

Kissing her cheek, he then stalls. I imagine he’s trying to get her to ask him in. My girl behaves, and he leaves her to return to his car.

My girl.
Why am I calling her that? She’s a woman I
might
hang out with for a bit after I fuck her.

I ensure he’s gone, and then I wait, not wanting to appear desperate. I let a good twenty minutes pass before I approach her house. Knocking on her door, I wait and wait. I knock again, and she finally answers.

“Zev, hi.” Her hair is piled on top of her head, and she’s in tiny blue pajama shorts and a paler blue tank top that has little white daisies on it. Of course. “I’m sorry it took me a minute. I was washing off my makeup. Um, what are you doing here?”

“I wanted to ensure you made it home safely.”

She grins. “Are you checking up on me after my date?”

“Don’t call it that.”

Her head slants. “Are you jealous?”

“No, I’m not jealous.” I can’t help but smile, and I feel my face turning red. Am I jealous? I guess a little.

“Would you like to come in?”

“Sure.” The only light in the living room is projected from a small lamp on an end table.

“All I have to drink is beer and bottled water.”

“A beer’s perfect.”

“We can sit in the chair again if you’d like. I promise I won’t talk football.” She flaunts a grin before reaching into the refrigerator.

“I never tire from talking about football.”

“I don’t know. We fell asleep doing that very thing.” She slightly giggles, and it’s a warming sound.

“How was the tournament?”

She shrugs as she pads back toward me.

“Interesting. Brian took third place, so he wasn’t in the best mood on the way back here.”

“So, did he try to invite himself in?”

She smiles and takes a seat next to me in the two person chair. “Yes, but obviously I declined.”

“Why did you let me in?”

“I like you, and for that reason, I don’t mind your unauthorized groping.” She blushes and looks away. Taking hold of her chin, I pull it back to me.

“I’m glad I’m here instead of him, and I’ll do as much groping as you’ll allow.”

“I guess it’s not really groping since I enjoy it.” Her words are soft-spoken, and she’s gazing at me naughtily. My untouched beer is immediately set on a table, and I reach for her.

“Hold up,” she exclaims. Her finger comes out in front of her, and she directs it straight toward me. “If we mess around, you better see me again. I mean it, Zev. I know how to find you.”

I smirk. I fucking love it when she gives me attitude.

“OK.”

She didn’t say we have to be in a relationship.

Tara grins at me, and in no time, I’m feeling her up and devouring her neck. She smells of flowers and strawberries, and it reminds me of summertime back in Jersey.

Summer is the season my mother has always been the happiest, and my dad made a point of being home with us more. We took vacations, and I played outside with my siblings.

Everything about this woman equates to happiness, and it’s something I need more of in my life. I didn’t realize it until she showed it to me in her giggles, sexy smiles and shimmering blue eyes. Her wit and interesting conversation add to it, too.

Releasing my hold on her, I stand from the chair and reach out my hand. “Where’s your bedroom?”

“Why?” she asks impishly.

I smirk. “Do you honestly need me to say it?”

“I want to hear you say it.”

Dropping my hand, I lean over and plant my palms to each side of her thighs. I stare into those great big eyes full of excitement. “I’m going to taste your pussy and then fuck it. Is that clear enough for you?”

Her mouth rounds. “Oh, yes–crystal.”

Tara

Zev’s words send the heat coursing through me. It’s especially scorching between my thighs. Standing up, he stretches his hand out to me once more.

He’s handsome as ever in white athletic shorts and a green V-neck t-shirt, which make his hazel eyes richer. His pitch-black hair is messy in the front, and I’ve never seen him dressed so casually. This look is sexy, too.

I take his hand and lead the way to my bedroom. There is not much to it. A dresser and a queen size bed, but I do have a spacious walk-in closet. Zev chuckles upon entering my room.

“What are you laughing at?” I ask.

“It’s decorated in yellow.”

“So, it still looks grown-up.”

Yanking on my arm, Zev spins me around and up against him. His hand squeezes my waist as the other cups my cheek. The added sincerity in his gaze and smile make it an out of character gesture for him.

“I’m laughing because it’s cheery and sunny. It’s the way I would expect it, sweetheart.”

“Do you only spend time with me for the amusing entertainment?”

“I’m spending time with you because you’re fascinating, smart and happy. Oh, and because you’re sexy as sin.”

He pulls my hair free from its tie, causing it to fall to my shoulders. My tank is grasped next and pulled over my head. I’m not wearing a bra, so Zev’s eyes zoom in on my chest.

Gradually, I pull down my shorts and panties and step out of them. His gaze stalks farther down my body as his tongue darts out to wet his lips.

“So fucking beautiful.” I turn my head away from him, but he brings it back with his thumb on the cleft of my chin. “Don’t look away from me again tonight. I plan on seeing all of you, those captivating eyes included.”

“OK,” I say breathlessly.

He strips off his tennis shoes and socks, along with the rest of his clothing. His gaze only leaves mine briefly as I watch. He reaches in the pocket of his gym shorts and pulls out a condom.

Once he stands straighter, I’m blown away by his physique. The V along his hips is more defined than any I’ve seen, and his thighs are solid muscle.

The exquisite specimen of a male must only have time to focus on his career and exercise. It’s no wonder his sex life is quick and meaningless. At least, that’s what I’ve gathered from our conversations.

Tonight Zev seems different. He appears more relaxed as we “hang out.” Maybe he has genuinely enjoyed my non-sexual companionship. Right now, I hope talking is suspended. His touch is what I crave tonight.

As he closes the few steps between us, I find myself stepping back to the end of my bed. Sitting back onto it, I grasp his hips and pull him toward me.

Desire permeates his hungry eyes as I tilt mine to look at him. My mouth opens, taking his generous sized cock between my lips.

Tossing the condom onto the bed, his fingers plunge into my hair. One of my hands holds his erection as the other slips around to clutch his steely ass. I wish to revel in his body that is like a piece of art.

I’ve mostly pleased men because it was expected, but tonight I do it because the longing is overpowering.

Zev groans as he brings my head toward him. He slides along my mouth with ease, and I take him farther back.

“Stop,” he says, gripping my hair tighter and steadying my head.

“Am I doing something wrong?” I ask as I wipe my mouth.

“God, no, and as much as I’d like to let you finish, I’m doing what I said before we entered this room.”

“Please, Zev, let me finish. I want to more than anything.”

“Fuck, you’re amazing.” Easing his erection downward, I slide my eager mouth back over it and suck. I’m certain I’ve rekindled the fire when he’s thrusting in a rhythm between my lips, his fingers woven tightly throughout my long locks.

His groans escalate with every deep claim of my mouth until he’s erupting inside of it, crowding it with the salty, sweet taste of him.

My hand sails down his ass to the back of his shapely thigh as I swallow every last droplet of his excitement.

Cradling my head, his other arm envelops my waist. He lifts me effortlessly and lays my body back onto the bed. Upon yanking me to him and spreading my legs wide, his mouth feathers along the inside of one from my knee to the apex of my thigh.

I gaze downward, watching his handsome face. The messy front of his hair is just long enough for me to grasp, and the bump at the bridge of his nose is within plain view.

The only thing missing from sight are his dimples, but he’s no-nonsense right now as his tongue finally meets my clit.

He groans and flashes his hazel eyes up at me as I lightly pull his hair, bringing him closer to where I desire his mouth the most.

Shamelessly, I shove against him and whimper. A growl floods my ears like a crack of a whip. It’s electrifying, only fueling the pleasure he bestows.

His eyelids lift frequently to gaze at me. I’m swallowed up by his unexpected attentiveness. It’s as if he’s experiencing this for the first time–not only with me, and doesn’t want to miss a moment of my reaction.

As my eyes become heavy, my moans are echoes to his swirls of delight along my pussy, his tongue a token of appreciation for what I did for him.

It becomes a treasure as he spurs me into an oblivion. I’m smothered with a loss of breath from the ecstasy and the array of colors swirling before me.

He rises to his knees between my legs, and once I open my eyes, I see he’s erect again, his thick cock resting against his rippled abs. Swiping the condom from the bed, he tears it open with his teeth.

“The sounds you make … holy fuck, beautiful.”

I display a smile as he rolls the condom on. His gaze never leaves mine, his eyes seeping with desire. Falling over, he presses his hands into the mattress at each side of my head. I reach down and slip him into me.

He clenches his eyes shut and stills a moment.

“I could die right here … and be a happy man.” His words escape choppy and arduously.

“I’m happy you’re happy.” I grip his sculpted shoulders and bring him down onto me. “Now, fuck me.”

He looks surprised as he rests on his forearms. A smile curves from his mouth, and he eyes mine.

Kiss me.             

His lips parade along my jaw to my ear. He sucks the lobe into his mouth as he begins to move inside me. It’s heavenly, and I would be a happy person, too, if I succumbed to death at this moment, even without his mouth on mine.

Hands navigate to my hair, and he begins to move faster, fucking me vigorously. He pulls me downward, meeting his thrusts.

The friction of our bodies make them slick with sweat, and it only feeds my excitement and adds to how close I physically feel to him.

This means more to me than a good fuck. He means more to me. I fear I won’t want any other man touching me after this, and it scares me because I don’t know if he will feel the same about me.

Zev pushes my breast up for him to suck. His speed slows, and I believe he wants me to come again first. He’s pulling my nipple outward and letting it pop free. He does this over and over, the sting bringing me close to the edge.

Shifting his hand to around my waist, he lifts my hips, and the change has me coming apart. The rake of his cock against the top of my pussy leads me to a spine-tingling orgasm. He’s skilled, and I don’t dwell on how he learned that trick.

Letting me go, he grips my headboard and plunges deeper and faster into me until he’s coming, too. He falls onto me and buries his face in my neck. Skimming my fingers along his shapely back, we attempt to slow our breathing. That was by far the best sex of my life.

With our bodies on fire, Zev rolls off of me. We lie quietly, only our harsh breaths making noise, and I can’t help but ponder what he’s thinking. I pray he doesn’t leave me alone tonight.

Zev

“Beer or bourbon?” Tara asks. We’ve been doing that thing called
talking
again for at least an hour.

“Bourbon.”

Tara smacks my chest with her hand. She’s on her side, facing me in her bed. “You football traitor.”

“OK, you’re right. I do love beer during football season.” I grin down at her, and she looks away bashfully.

“Why do you do that every time I smile at you?”

“I’ll tell you, but then I’ll have to kill you.”

“That bad, huh?”

“I love your dimples, and although I want to look at them longer, the way I feel about them embarrasses me.”

Now, I’m looking away. “I don’t have dimples.”

Swiftly straddling me, Tara pokes her fingers into my cheeks. “Oh, you most certainly do.” Grabbing her hands, I kiss one of them. She’s so damn sweet and fun, and her perky tits resting above me make the moment even better.

She’s for sure too good for me, and I’m taking total advantage of her kindness. This will come to an end eventually. It’s all I deserve for myself. I’m a douchebag when it comes to women.

“OK, sunrises or sunsets?” she asks.

My forehead scrunches. “I’ve never thought about it. I can’t remember the last time I was sitting outdoors to notice either. I’m usually going to sleep about the time the sun rises, and I’m working by the time it sets.”

“Oh, we have to remedy that.”

“Books or movies?” I ask.

“That’s a tough one. I love both. Which one do you pick?”

“Movies.”

“OK, New Jersey or Las Vegas?”

“Now, you’re asking a tough one. I couldn’t choose. How about you?”

“I’ve never been to Jersey, but I’ve spent a lot of time in Maine and New Hampshire. If I had to guess, it would still be Las Vegas. I met you here.”

Tara’s pelvis shifts, hips rocking forward and back, and her tits bounce lightly. My dick aches beneath her as her gaze changes from sweet to alluring.

“Condom,” I manage to say as I take in the sensual sight of her. Stretching over, she rummages through her nightstand.

“Found one. It’s ancient but can still do the job. Much like you, old man.” She’s giggling before the last words are out. I swipe the condom from her.

“I’m not old, and I’m going to give it to you hard to show you.” Grabbing her waist, I lift her and put her flat on her back at the end of her bed.

She’s giving another heart-stirring grin, giggling still, and I’m overcome with emotion. It’s stressful and amazing all at the same time. I don’t know what it is, but I think I like it more than I fear it.