The Captain's Dirty Little Secret

Chapter 287: Chapter 287 - Bare II (R)

His eyes moved over her slowly, taking in the slick shine, the way his fingers held her open, the way she trembled even though she stayed there for him. Then his middle finger touched her clit, soft and careful.

Roxie’s hips jumped.

Zac’s lips parted.

He watched his finger move over her, watched her body answer him, then dragged that same finger lower through her wetness. When he brought it back up, it glistened.

”Fuck,” he breathed. ”That’s you?”

Roxie covered her face with one hand.

Zac gave a broken little laugh, but it came out more like a groan. ”Roxie.”

He touched her again, slower this time, spreading her open with one hand while the other traced her, learning where she was softest, where she shook, where her breath caught. His eyes kept moving between his fingers and her face like he wanted to see everything and miss nothing.

”This is the first time,” he said quietly.

Roxie lowered her hand from her face.

”I know.”

His thumb brushed near her clit again, and her thighs trembled.

”You’re letting me see you.”

The words hit harder than the touch.

Roxie swallowed. ”Yes.”

Zac leaned closer, his face now so near she could feel his breath against her. His fingers still held her open, gentle but sure, and his eyes lifted to hers one more time.

”You smell so good,” he said, voice almost gone.

Her blush burned hotter. ”Zac.”

”What?” His gaze dropped back down. ”You do.”

His mouth hovered close enough that her whole body tightened.

”Can I taste you?”

Roxie nodded, caught between nerves and the look on his face.

Zac waited.

Right.

Words.

”Yes,” she whispered.

His eyes stayed on hers for another second, like he needed to hold the answer in place.

Then he lowered his mouth.

The first touch of his tongue made Roxie’s breath catch hard in her throat. It was warm, wet, and careful, starting low and dragging upward in one slow stroke that ended against her clit. Her whole body jerked from the shock of it. She had expected it to feel good, but expecting it and feeling Zac’s mouth there for the first time were completely different things.

Zac groaned against her like the sound she made had gone straight through him.

He did it again, slower this time, learning her with his mouth the way he had just learned her with his fingers. His tongue moved through her wetness, then circled her clit with the tip, testing the way her hips lifted and the way her fingers grabbed at the couch beneath her.

Roxie’s face burned because she could feel how open she was to him now. His hands were on her thighs. His mouth was between them. His breath was hot against the most private part of her, and he still looked at her like he could barely believe she was letting him have this.

”Zac,” she whispered.

His eyes lifted for a second.

That almost made it worse.

His mouth was still close to her. His lips were wet from her. The look in his eyes was heavy with lust, but there was love there too, soft enough to make her chest hurt.

”I’ve got you,” he said.

Then his mouth returned to her.

This time, he stayed on her clit longer, tongue moving in slow circles until heat began to gather low in her stomach. Roxie’s thighs trembled around his shoulders. She tried to stay still, tried to let him learn her, but every small movement of his tongue pulled another sound from her.

Zac noticed everything.

When she gasped, he did it again. When her hips lifted, his hands held her thighs open and he pressed closer. When she shook, his fingers rubbed slow circles into her skin like he was calming her while his mouth ruined her.

He was gentle.

He was filthy.

He was careful enough to stop if she asked, but hungry enough that she could feel him losing himself in it.

A soft, wet sound filled the quiet room each time his mouth moved over her. Roxie’s blush deepened because she could hear it, and Zac seemed to hear it too. His eyes fluttered shut for a second, and another rough groan vibrated against her.

Her hips jumped.

”Fuck,” she breathed.

Zac lifted his head just enough to speak against her. ”You taste so good.”

The words embarrassed her.

They also made her ache harder.

He kissed her there, slow and open, then sucked her clit between his lips.

Roxie cried out, her back arching off the couch.

The pleasure shot through her so fast she almost grabbed his hair. Her hands flew from the cushion to his shoulders, then back to the couch because she had no idea what to do with herself. Zac held her open with steady hands, his mouth working her in slow pulls that made bright sparks run through her stomach and down her legs.

It felt like lightning.

That was the only word her mind could hold.

Little shocks started where his mouth moved and traveled everywhere. Up her spine. Down her thighs. Into her stomach. Each stroke of his tongue made it spread farther until Roxie felt like she was shaking from the inside out.

”Zac,” she gasped.

He groaned, and the vibration made her hips lift again.

He pressed closer, his tongue moving with more confidence now. The carefulness stayed in his hands, but his mouth had stopped being shy. He licked her like he wanted to know every part of her, like the mere days of missing her had turned into hunger and every sound she made fed it.

Her legs began to shake harder.

A cramp pulled through her calf from how tightly she was holding herself, but the pleasure was stronger. Her toes curled, her fingers dug into the couch, and her breathing turned into broken sounds she could barely control.

”Please,” she whispered. ”Don’t stop.”

Zac’s hands tightened on her thighs.

He sucked her clit again, firmer this time, and Roxie’s whole body locked around the feeling. The lightning gathered fast, brighter and sharper, until every stroke of his tongue pushed her closer to a place she could feel but could barely reach.

She grabbed his hair.

Zac moaned against her.

The sound sent her over the edge.

The orgasm hit in a rush so strong her body lifted from the couch. Roxie cried out his name as pleasure broke through her in long, shaking waves. Her thighs trembled around his shoulders. Her fingers tightened in his hair, then loosened when she realized she was pulling too hard.

Zac stayed with her through it.

His tongue softened, but he kept touching her with his mouth, slow enough to stretch the pleasure without making it hurt. Each gentle stroke pulled another aftershock from her until Roxie was panting, flushed, and boneless beneath him.

Only then did he lift his head.

His lips were wet.

His eyes were almost dazed.

”You okay?” he asked.

Roxie stared at him, still breathing hard. The question sounded careful, but his face was anything except calm. His cheeks were flushed. His shoulders rose and fell like he had been holding himself back the entire time.

She nodded.

Then her eyes dropped.

His jeans looked painful.

Zac followed her gaze and let out a rough laugh with no humor in it. ”Yeah.”

Roxie reached for him.

He caught her wrist gently. ”You don’t have to.”

”I want to.”

His throat moved.

”Rox.”

”I want to see you too.”

That broke something in his face.

Zac sat back and opened his jeans with hands that were less steady than usual. He shoved the denim and boxers down just enough to free himself.

His cock sprang out, thick and flushed, wet at the tip.

Roxie’s mouth went dry.

She had seen him once before, but seeing him now after his mouth had been on her made everything sharper. More intimate. More real. He was breathing hard as he watched her look, and the vulnerability in his face made her chest tighten. He had just seen all of her. Tasted her. Made her fall apart. Now he was letting her look too.

Zac took her hand slowly.

He guided her fingers around him, giving her time to pull away if she wanted. The first touch made her breath hitch all over again. He was hot, heavy, hard enough that her fingers barely knew how to hold him.

His hips jerked the second her hand closed.

”Fuck.”

Roxie stroked him once, careful and slow.

His whole body reacted.

That made her feel powerful, but softer than before. He had touched her with so much care, and now he was shaking because of her hand. She tightened her grip a little, watching his mouth fall open.

”Like that?” she whispered.

His eyes locked on hers. ”Yeah.”

She moved again.

Zac’s head dropped forward, forehead near her stomach, breath hot against her skin. His hips began pushing into her hand, short and uneven at first, then rougher when she kept the rhythm. The wet glide filled the space between them.

Roxie watched him.

His abs tightened every time he thrust. His mouth stayed open, his breathing rough and broken. His eyes squeezed shut for a second, then opened again like he wanted to see her while it happened.

”Roxie,” he breathed. ”I’m close.”

She kept stroking him.

His gaze dropped to her open thighs, to the mess his mouth had made of her, then to her hand wrapped around him.

That did it.

Zac came with a shattered sound, hips locking as the first hot pulse spilled over her fingers and across her inner thigh. His body shook through every spasm. More spilled onto her skin, warm and wet, as he pushed weakly into her hand until the last of it left him shaking above her.

Roxie watched every second.

Watched him lose control for her.

Watched his face soften afterward like the pleasure had taken every wall down with it.

For a long moment, neither of them moved.

Zac was breathing hard above her. Roxie was still open beneath him, still sensitive, still pulsing with the last little sparks from what he had done with his mouth.

He looked down at the mess on her thigh, then at her hand.

His face shifted.

Roxie knew that look.

Guilt trying to climb over happiness.

She tightened her fingers lightly around him before he could pull away completely.

”Don’t.”

Zac’s eyes lifted to hers.

He reached for tissues from the small table and cleaned her hand first, then her thigh, slow and careful. Roxie watched him because she could feel what he was doing. Taking care. Trying to prove his hands could be gentle after everything they had done before.

When he finished, he stayed between her legs with his forehead resting against her thigh.

Roxie touched his hair.

”You okay?” she asked.

A quiet laugh left him.

”You’re asking me?”

”You looked like you were going to pass out.”

”I almost did.”

She smiled. ”Me too.”

Zac turned his face and kissed the inside of her knee. ”I love you.”

The words were softer now.

Less hungry.

Roxie’s throat tightened again.

”I love you too.”

He looked up at her.

For a second, they were only quiet.

Bare skin. Messy couch. Clothes half off. Hearts still bruised from the breakup. Roxie was still naked beneath the blanket, still too sensitive, still aware of everywhere Zac had looked and touched and kissed.

Zac reached for his hoodie.

Roxie thought he was going to put it back on, but he pulled it over his head instead and dropped it beside the couch. His shirt followed. Then he looked at her, careful again, like he knew being held by him while she was this bare was another kind of permission.

”Is this okay?” he asked.

Roxie nodded, but her throat felt tight.

”Words,” he murmured.

”Yes.”

He climbed up beside her and pulled the blanket over both of them. The couch was too narrow, so he ended up half on top of her, his bare chest warm against hers, his arm sliding around her waist.

Roxie went still.

It was different like this.

She had been naked under his mouth. Naked under his hands. But being held afterward, with nothing between her skin and his, felt scarier in a quieter way. There was no heat to hide behind now. No moaning and no shaking but just Zac’s body against hers and his hand resting open on her back.

He felt her tense.

”We can move,” he said.

Roxie shook her head and pressed her face into his neck. ”Stay.”

His arm tightened, slow and careful.

”I’m here.”

She closed her eyes.

Those words hurt more than they should have because, for three months, he hadn’t been. Now his skin was warm against hers, his heartbeat steady under her cheek, and his hand stayed gentle on her waist like he was trying to prove he knew how to hold her without taking anything else.

Roxie breathed him in and let herself settle.

They were together again.

Still messy.

Still scared.

Still them.

But tonight, Zac held her while she had nothing left to hide behind.

And he stayed.