Heat of The Moment (R18+)

(ZAYNE'S POV)

"Get that fucking door locked," I growl against Natasha's mouth, my hands already under her dress, gripping the incredible curve of her ass. My heart hammers against my ribs, syncing with the frantic rhythm of our kiss.

She fumbles behind her back, the thunk of the deadbolt sliding home.

"Done," she whispers against my lips.

"Now get me to the bedroom before I fuck you right here against this door."

She didn't need to be told twice. She half-leads, half-drags me through the dim apartment, our bodies colliding with walls in our urgency. We stumble into her room in a tangle of limbs and hungry mouths, and the back of her knees hit the edge of the bed. She tumbles down, and I land on top of her, the soft mattress sinking under our weight.

The taste of her is intoxicating. Strawberry lip gloss and expensive vodka.

Our hands are a frantic mess, fumbling with each other's clothes. I grab the hem of her skin-tight dress, yank it up and over her head, tossing it somewhere in the room. She's left sprawled under me in a black lace bra and matching panties, her chest rising and falling with sharp, excited breaths. Her tits are fucking spectacular, full and heavy, straining against the delicate lace.

My cock throbs in my pants.

Meanwhile, her fingers work the buttons of my shirt with a desperate speed, popping one loose in her haste. "Fucking... rich boy... buttons," she mutters, making me laugh into her neck.

"Just rip it, I don't give a shit," I say, my voice rough.

And she does.

I shuck the ruined shirt off my shoulders while she goes for my belt. The buckle clinks, the zipper rasps, and my pants joined the growing pile of clothes on the floor. I'm down to nothing but my boxer briefs, and my cock is already pitching a tent, practically begging for release.

I climb on top of her again, crashing my mouth to hers. This kiss isn't soft or exploring; it's claiming.

I bite her lower lip, not hard, just enough to make her gasp, and she moans into my mouth, her tongue tangling with mine. I moved from her lips, tracing a wet, hot path down her jaw to the sensitive spot just below her ear, then further down her neck. I can feel her pulse thrum against my tongue.

My mouth travels lower, over the swell of her breasts, my teeth scraping against the lace of her bra. My hands come up, cupping her, feeling the incredible weight of her.

Fuck, they're perfect.

I find the clasp in the back and free it with one practiced flick of my fingers. I pull the bra away and throw it aside.

Her tits spill into my hands, pale, soft and tipped with hard, pink nipples. I squeeze, watching her arch her back, a sharp hiss escaping her lips.

"You like that?" I murmur, my thumb circling one nipple.

"Stop talking and suck my tits, Zayne," she demands, her fingers digging into my hair.

I don't need to be asked twice. I lower my head and take one nipple into my mouth, sucking hard, lashing it with my tongue. The taste of her skin, slightly salty and utterly feminine, floods my senses. I flick and tease her nipple with my tongue while my fingers pinch and roll the other, pulling another low moan from deep within her chest. I worship her tits with my mouth, kissing and sucking my way from one to the other, leaving a glistening trail in my wake.

I kiss down the smooth plane of her stomach, my tongue dipping into her navel, my hands sliding down to her hips. I hook my fingers into the sides of her panties. My eyes lock with hers as I slowly, slowly, draw them down her legs. She lifts her hips to help me, her gaze never wavering, a challenge and an invitation burning in her dark lustful eyes.

Once they're off, I bundle the tiny scrap of black lace in my fist, bring it to my face, and take a deep, lung-filling sniff.

"Fuck, Natasha," I groan, my cock throbbing almost painfully. "You smell like heaven. I could get drunk on this scent."

She smirks, propping herself up on her elbows. Her hair is a mess, her lips are swollen, and her eyes are glazed with lust. She looks like absolute perfection.

"Yeah?" she purrs. "Then stop smelling my panties and get your fucking face between my legs. Show me what that filthy mouth of yours can really do."

A wicked grin spreads across my face. I toss the panties over my shoulder. "With fucking pleasure."

I push her thighs apart, settling myself between them. The sight of her cunt, completely bare and glistening for me, makes my head spin.

I dive in.

My tongue licks a long, flat stripe from her entrance all the way up to her clit. She jerks beneath me, a choked cry bursting from her lips. Her taste explodes on my tongue-musky, sweet, and addictive. I bury my face in her, eating her pussy like I'm a starving man and she's my first meal in weeks. I lick and suck, focusing on her clit, circling it with the tip of my tongue before sucking it gently between my lips.

"Oh, god, right there," she moans, her hips starting to grind against my face. "Your tongue feels so fucking good. Fuck!"

Her words send a jolt straight to my dick. I fuck her with my tongue, plunging it in and out of her tight, wet cunt while my thumb finds her clit again, rubbing tight, rapid circles.

"You taste so fucking good, Natasha," I growl, coming up for air, my chin slick with her. "I'm gonna make you cum all over my face."

I drive two fingers into her, curling them, searching for that spot that will make her scream. Her inner muscles clenched around me, impossibly tight.

There.

I press hard, scissoring my fingers inside her while my mouth goes back to her clit, sucking hard.

Her breathing turns into ragged, broken gasps. Her hands fist in the sheets. "Don't stop, don't you fucking stop, Zayne! I'm gonna... I'm..."

Her whole body tenses, a tremor shaking her frame. A loud cry slips past her lips as her orgasm hits. Her cunt convulses around my fingers, gushing wetness all over my mouth and chin. I don't let up, licking her through it, drinking every drop, my fingers still working inside her, drawing out every last shuddering wave.

Her body goes limp, collapsing back onto the mattress with a breathy sigh. I lift my head, looking up the length of her gorgeous body. She's flushed, wrecked, and beautiful.

She looks down at me, her eyes heavy-lidded, dark with satisfaction and renewed hunger. A slow, lazy smile spread across her face. "Not bad for a playboy. Guess you've learned a thing or two from your previous lovers."

Her taste is still on my lips, musky and sweet, and my face is slick with her. I gaze down at her, this gorgeous, wrecked woman, and a possessive thrill shoots through me.

"My turn," I rasp, my voice rough with need.