Chapter 240 - Same Hands (R)
So he kept moving.
Her moans filled the room, each one pulling him closer to losing it.
He stayed over her, hips working against hers, watching anger leave her face and pleasure take over until she went tight beneath him.
Her legs locked around his waist, her nails dug into his shoulders, and her body arched as she came with a broken cry, hips jerking against him through every pulse.
Zac watched her. It ruined him.
Her mouth was open, her eyes shut, her body shaking because of him. He had made her come apart in the middle of a fight, and he loved it so much it made him feel sick.
He slowed, breathing against her cheek. This was where he had to stop.
They were still mad. He was still jealous. She was still hurt. His lip was bleeding because she had bitten him, and her wrist was marked because of him.
This was bad.
This was so fucking bad.
Zac started to pull back, but Roxie yanked him down by the front of his hoodie and kissed him. Then she rolled them until she was on top, straddling his hips and crawling over him like she had no plan to let the night end there.
The sudden pressure almost finished him. His cock had shoved up past the waistband of his boxers, the head trapped against the zipper of his jeans. Her weight pressed the metal into sensitive skin, sharp enough to make him groan.
"I’m going to come if we keep this up," he warned, pushing at her hips to create space.
Roxie only grinned down at him, flushed and wicked and cruel in the prettiest way. Her hand slid from his neck down his chest, over the hoodie, to the flat space above his stomach. Even through the fabric, his skin burned.
"I want to see it," she whispered near his ear.
Zac’s breath caught.
She wanted to watch him lose control. After every girl who stared at him, every rumor, every stupid bathroom joke, this was the only look he cared about. Roxie sitting on him with dark eyes and swollen lips, making him so crazy he could barely think.
How could she believe he wanted anyone else? How could she think Ethan was harmless when one guy near her future made Zac feel like this?
The jealousy came back. So did the shame. Both made him harder, and he hated that.
Roxie slipped her hand under his hoodie. Her fingers found his chest and moved up until they brushed over one nipple.
She pinched lightly, then rolled it between her fingers, dragging a rough sound from him. No girl had ever touched him there like that, like she wanted to learn him, like his reaction mattered.
Then she lowered her mouth.
Her teeth sank into the flesh above his nipple, and Zac’s hips jerked. The pain of her teeth in his flesh should made him mad, instead it pushed him over.
Fuck. He’s gonna lose it.
He grabbed the base of his cock through his open jeans and squeezed, fighting the rush that almost took him over the edge.
Roxie lifted her head and smiled. "You got my mark now."
He looked down at the red print her teeth had left on his chest. Clear. Ugly. Hers. His chest tightened because he should have hated it, but he fucking loved it.
Roxie licked over the mark, kissed it, then moved lower. Her tongue trailed down the center of his stomach, over each tight muscle, toward the V disappearing into his open waistband. Zac watched her, breathing hard, his whole body waiting for her mouth.
She sat back on his thighs and flicked open the button of his jeans. The tiny sound hit him hard.
"Roxie."
She looked at him with her hand resting on his zipper, and there it was again. The line. The choice. The part where one of them had to say something before touching became another way to shut up.
Zac swallowed. "Are you sure?"
Her face changed for half a second. The fire dropped, and fear looked back at him. Then Roxie leaned down, kissed the blood from his lower lip, and whispered, "Yes. Tell me when to stop."
His control cracked.
She pulled the zipper down and slid her hand inside. The second her warm fingers closed around the bare head of his cock, everything went blank except her.
"Oh fuck."
The orgasm hit him hard. Pleasure ripped through his spine and tore through the rest of him. His cock jerked in her hand as he came in hot pulses, coating her fingers and the inside of his boxers.
His hips twitched upward with every wave, and a broken sound left his throat while the relief rolled through him until he was shaking under her.
Roxie kept her hand there and watched the whole thing. That made it worse. That made it better.
When it ended, Zac lay under her with one hand clenched in the blanket and the other around her thigh. Even then, while his body was still pulsing in her hand, he kept his grip careful because he remembered what his hands could do.
The room went quiet except for their breathing.
Roxie looked down at her fingers, then at him, and a pleased smile touched her mouth. Zac should have smiled back, but the guilt came back too fast. Her wrist. His lip. The mark on his chest. The marks on her hips. Her coming under him while they were still mad. Him loving it.
Roxie shifted above him, and he caught her wrist before she could wipe her hand on the blanket. He caught it gently and made himself notice that.
"Wait," he said.
She looked at him, and for a second her face closed like she thought he regretted her. Zac hated that. He grabbed the shirt from the floor and cleaned her hand. His fingers shook, and he took longer than he needed to, wiping each finger, careful with the wrist he had already hurt.
Roxie watched him. "You’re doing that thing again."
"What thing?"
"Acting like I’m made of glass after you just fucked me through my clothes."
His throat tightened. "I didn’t fuck you."
Her eyes stayed on his. "You wanted to."
Zac looked away first. "Yeah."
Roxie’s smile faded, and he felt her pulling back before she moved. Zac caught her waist and kept her there, soft this time.
"I still do."
Her breath changed.
Zac looked at her. His lip throbbed. His chest burned where she had bitten him. His body felt drained and still hungry, and that made him feel even more messed up.
"I want you so much I forget I’m mad," he said. "Then I remember after."
Roxie’s fingers curled against his stomach. "I’m still mad too."
"I know."
"And I still want you."
"I know that too."
Neither of them moved. Zac looked at the bite mark on his chest, then at her wrist, half covered by her sleeve.
Same night. Same fight. Same hands. Same mouth.
Some hurt they asked for. Some hurt they pretended was different.
Roxie leaned down and kissed him once, soft now. That hurt more than the bite.
Zac let her.
Then he closed his eyes and kissed her back, because he still wanted comfort from the girl he kept hurting.