Never a Saint - Lila Rose Page 0,70
he sang the first lines of “Human” by Rag’n’Bone Man.
My pulse raced. I didn’t expect him to sing along with the guitar. I didn’t know he’d have an amazing voice. But he did.
Jesus Christ. I was dating a god.
He was fucking perfect.
His voice faltered over a couple of words when he noticed I’d gone hard. I grabbed a pillow to cover myself because I didn’t want him distracted. He continued, and I was lost in watching him.
Hell, my chest hurt with how much this man, my man, could make me feel. It wasn’t just because he could play and sing. It was just him. Zion had crashed into my world and turned it upside down. He’d adapted to being bisexual easily, even though he would say it was my skills that converted him.
Thank fuck I’d put forward the challenge to suck him off in the first place, and for both of us being stubborn, else I wouldn’t be sitting in front of him naked. I wouldn’t have his warm eyes on me. I wouldn’t have him as mine, and that would be a tragedy.
When he’d finished the song, I wanted him to sing another, then another, but I also wanted something so much more.
“Do you mind if we read and look at my work later?” I asked.
He placed the guitar on the chaise after he stood and turned back to me while undoing the button and zipper on his jeans. “You want me?”
I nodded. “Yeah.”
“I’m gonna fuck you, lover.”
I swallowed. “Please.”
He pushed his jeans and boxers down and kicked them off. “Lay down, Kylo,” he ordered, and my dick gave a happy jerk in response to his harder tone.
As I slid down the bed, my breath hitched when he moved the pillow off me and threw it over the side somewhere. Zion walked to the bedside table and pulled the drawer open, setting lube on the bed. The lack of condoms made my heart trip over itself, pleased as hell we’d already discussed our health and how we didn’t need to be wrapped up.
Clearing my throat, I watched him kneel on the bed and palm his cock while his heated gaze ran over me. “Tell me,” he demanded.
My brows dipped in question. “What?” I asked, my tone soft.
“Tell me what you do with the dildo.”
Rolling my eyes, red covered my cheeks. “You already know.”
“No.” He shook his head. “I might already know, but I wanna hear it outta your sweet mouth, baby.”
How could I resist? Even when it embarrassed me, I reached out and ran a hand gently up and down his thigh and said, “There’s times I have a need. A need to feel full. It’s those times I slather the dildo up and use it to fuck myself so hard I’m lost in the sensation and come like I haven’t in years.”
“You won’t need it anymore… unless I use it on you,” he told me, his jaw clenching.
I cocked a brow. “I won’t?”
“Fuck no. I’ll always be there for any urge you get.”
“Then show me,” I said.
“Please,” Zion clipped.
Fuck me.
“Please,” I whispered.
“First, you get my fingers. I want to watch them glide in and out of your tight hole. I wanna see how lost I can get you before you even get my cock. I’ll fill you more than any dildo, lover, and you’ll take it, wantin’ more and more. But only if you’re good will I give it to you.”
“Okay,” I complied.
His grin was smug. I’d let him have it, though, because I loved losing control, and I had a feeling that Zion was starting to understand, and he liked it.
“Spread ’em, Kylo.”
I parted my legs, wincing only a little, which Zion didn’t catch, thank fuck, else he would have stopped. I didn’t want to stop for anything. Zion climbed between my legs. He leaned down and took my mouth in a demanding kiss, and I gave it over to him. I curled my arms around his back and ran my hands up and down over his warm skin.
“Fuck, baby, I can’t wait to be in you,” he mumbled against my lips before moving down to my neck and chest, where he sucked on my nipple.
“Zion, please,” I begged, wanting his touch.
“What do you want, lover?”
“You,” I told him through heavy breaths.
He licked down my body, paying attention to my hip with his teeth, tongue, and lips. “Where do you want me?”
“Your fingers in me.”
“You’ll get it when I say, baby.”
I groaned in frustration, my body already