The Captain's Dirty Little Secret

Chapter 404: Chapter 404 - The Last Two Dishes (R)

The water still ran over the half-washed plate when Zac’s mouth found the side of her neck again. He kissed her slowly this time, right beneath her ear where he already knew she was sensitive.

Roxie kept her eyes on the sink and rubbed the sponge over the plate. ”I’m trying to finish.”

She only had a few dishes left. Once she was done, they could go upstairs to their room, which was exactly where she wanted to be with him. She had been looking forward to lying down beside him all evening. If Zac would give her another five minutes, she could finish everything and have him all to herself.

”I know.” His voice was low against her skin. ”You’re doing a great job.”

She turned the plate over, scrubbing the back. ”You’re not helping.”

”I’m not doing anything.”

His hands settled on her hips, thumbs moving slowly through the soft fabric of his shirt. Roxie held the plate under the faucet, rinsing it longer than necessary.

”You’re standing too close.”

”I’m standing right here.” He pressed a little closer, letting her feel exactly how hard he was against the curve of her ass. ”You look so pretty like this.”

She scoffed and checked the plate for leftover soap. ”Washing dishes?”

”In my shirt.” His mouth trailed lower, lips brushing the slope of her shoulder. ”You look sexy as hell in it. Sleeves pushed up, hair still messy from earlier... and you smell so good.” He inhaled against her neck. ”Like my soap and you.”

Roxie set the plate in the drying rack and picked up a fork. She ran the sponge between its prongs, trying to concentrate. ”Zac.”

There was barely anything left to wash, but he was making the last few minutes take forever. She wanted to turn around and kiss him properly. That was the whole reason she was trying to hurry. Instead, she was still standing at the sink, forgetting which fork she had already cleaned.

”Hmm?”

”Stop talking.”

He smiled against her skin. ”I’m just telling the truth.” One hand slid around her waist, palm flat and warm over her stomach. ”You’re beautiful. Especially when you’re pretending you don’t want this.”

She put the fork down long enough to pinch the back of his hand.

Zac hissed, then laughed. ”You wet my hand.”

Before she could answer he wiped his damp fingers deliberately across the front of her chest, right over her breast. The thin cotton of his shirt did nothing to hide the way her nipple tightened under the contact.

Roxie’s breath caught. ”That’s not wiping anymore.”

She bit her lip as his thumb stroked once, teasing the peak until it hardened fully against his touch.

”Zac, seriously. Let me finish.” She reached for the next plate, though she had to stretch around his arm to get it.

She had pictured them spending the rest of the night in their lovely room, with the dishes out of the way and nothing else to think about. At this rate, she was starting to wonder whether she would ever get through the last plate.

Zac’s other hand stayed firm on her hip. He shifted behind her, rolling his hips so the thick length of his cock dragged up between her cheeks. Even through his sweats and her cotton shorts the pressure was unmistakable. Roxie felt herself getting wetter with every slow grind.

”You’re getting distracted,” he murmured against her shoulder. ”I can tell.”

His hand left her breast and slid down over the curve of her ass, squeezing once before he leaned in and kissed the bare skin of her shoulder. He adjusted himself, stuffing the hard ridge of his cock right between her cheeks, the thin barrier of her shorts doing almost nothing to dull the heat of him.

”Wait, Zac,” she whispered.

He stopped. Roxie rinsed the plate and put it in the rack. When she reached for another, she glanced over her shoulder at him.

”Are you going to let me finish these?”

”Are you?”

She rolled her eyes, but leaned back against him again.

He moved closer again. Roxie set the sponge down and caught the edge of the sink with one hand. She reached over with the other and moved the remaining dishes away from the edge.

The more he moved, the more she wanted. She leaned forward a little, unconsciously, arching just enough that the next roll of his hips pressed the head of his cock right against her entrance through the damp cotton. The friction made her groan, quiet and helpless.

Zac cursed under his breath. His grip on her hips tightened.

Roxie leaned farther over the counter. One of her wet hands slipped, and she shifted her grip before looking back at him.

”Fuck,” Zac muttered behind her, voice rough. ”You look so goddamn hot like this.”

She felt his hand leave her hip. A second later the soft sound of fabric shifting reached her ears, and then the heavy, hot weight of his cock sprang free against the thin cotton of her shorts. The bare heat of him pressed between her cheeks, skin to fabric, and Roxie sucked in a sharp breath.

”Zac...”

She twisted her head toward the tall windows. No curtains yet. They were on the second floor, and the neighboring buildings were far enough away that no one should be able to see them clearly. She looked again. ”We really need curtains.”

Zac groaned the moment his fingers slipped between her legs. ”Jesus, you’re soaked.”

He dragged the damp crotch of her shorts to the side in one smooth pull. Cool air kissed her bare skin for half a second before the thick head of his cock nudged against her entrance, sliding through the wetness already coating her.

Roxie glanced toward the windows again, then looked back at Zac.

The water kept running. She moaned the second the blunt head of him pressed right against her, not pushing in yet, just resting there.

”I... I need to finish the dishes,” she whispered, voice shaky.

Zac leaned over her, chest against her back, lips brushing the shell of her ear. ”Later...”

He rolled his hips once, slow and deliberate, letting the head of his cock catch against her entrance and glide upward through her folds before settling back where it belonged.

”I want you right now, Roxie,” he said. He stopped moving. ”Do you want me to?”

She glanced back at him. ”You could try asking nicely.”

”Roxie.”

”Yes, Zac. I want you.”

She reached back for his hand and pulled him closer.

The thick head of his cock stretched her open in one steady, relentless glide.

A sharp, aching burn bloomed as he sank deeper, forcing her walls to stretch wide around the heavy length of him. Roxie’s mouth fell open on a broken sound that was half moan and half curse.

”Fuck, Zac...”

She held onto the edge of the sink like it was the only solid thing left in the world. Her wet fingers slipped once, knocking against a plate still sitting in the rack; the soft clatter of ceramic barely registered over the wet, filthy sound of him burying himself inside her.

He didn’t stop until his hips were flush against her ass, cock buried to the hilt. The stretch bordered on too much, that familiar edge of discomfort that always made her eyes water for the first few seconds, until the burn melted into something denser, hotter, almost unbearable in how good it felt.

”Why...” she gasped, voice cracking as he pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in, ”couldn’t you just wait?”

Zac’s answering groan was low and rough against the back of her neck. He set a hard, deep rhythm that rocked her entire body forward with every thrust. Her hands scrambled for better grip; another dish skidded, clinking loudly against the others.

Roxie moved her feet farther apart to keep her balance. She glanced at the plate she had nearly knocked over. She had spent the last ten minutes washing those dishes.

”Shit, Zac. Oh my god.”

He only gripped her hips tighter and drove into her harder, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the kitchen, her curses dissolving into helpless, rolling moans as he fucked her right there against the sink.

Roxie closed her eyes.

She pressed one hand over her mouth, conscious again of those uncovered windows and how sound might carry. The other remained planted against the counter.

Their combined juices ran down the inside of her thigh. She felt it coating her skin, dripping past her knee with every wet, obscene slap of his hips against her ass. The kitchen smelled like sex.

Zac adjusted his footing behind her, keeping one hand steady at her waist while Roxie shifted her stance. She caught the edge of the counter more securely.

”Fuck, Roxie...”

They were both gone. No more teasing, no more control. Just raw, desperate fucking. Zac’s free hand gripped her hip hard enough to bruise as he pounded into her, the wet sound of his cock plunging into her soaked cunt filling the kitchen.

Roxie’s muffled moans turned into open, mindless cries against her own hand. Her walls clenched and fluttered around him, milking every thick inch.

”I love you,” she gasped, the words spilling out before she could think about them.

Zac went still. For a moment, Roxie wondered whether he had heard her over the running water. Then he leaned closer, and she felt his forehead rest briefly against her shoulder.

”I love you,” he said against the back of her neck, his voice rough. ”I love you, Roxie.”

She kept her eyes closed for a moment. He had told her before, but she still wanted to hear him say it.

His cock swelled inside her, the already thick shaft growing even harder. The next few thrusts were frantic, almost brutal, the head of him battering deep as his balls slapped against her clit.

Then he slammed in to the root one last time and came hard with a broken, guttural sound. Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded her cunt in heavy pulses, over and over, filling her so full she felt it leak out around his cock and run down her thigh to join the mess already there. He kept rocking through it, grinding against her as if he couldn’t stop, forcing every last drop deeper while her walls milked him greedily.

When they finally caught their breath, Roxie reached over and turned off the faucet. The last two dishes still sat in the sink beside the sponge.

”You know you could’ve helped me finish,” she said.

Zac kissed her shoulder. ”I offered to help.”

She turned to look at him. ”You have a very different definition of helping.”

He grinned. ”I love you, too.”

Roxie picked up the sponge and handed it to him. ”Then you can finish.”