Belonging to Lust
Chapter 224: Doing Way Too Much Talking
Heath stood there at the top of the stairs of the guest house looking down the dark stairwell. Zaiyia had asked him to leave and he’d been in the process of making his departure when he halted in his tracks. He didn’t want to leave things as they were, ugly and filled with hostility. No, he wanted his Zaiyia to forgive him and go back to showering him with affection and attention that he’d begun to crave when they were apart. And so Heath didn’t leave like he was supposed to, instead, his mind was racing on what he could do to get back in Zaiyia’s good graces. He’s already apologized to her earlier before he screwed everything up a second time. A second apology wouldn’t do, Zaiyia wouldn't be in the mood to hear another one. But perhaps that was the problem…Heath was doing way too much talking. That only meant one other way of communication.
Out of his peripheral vision, Heath spotted one of many light switches on the second floor of the guest house and proceeded to swipe his hand over it. Instantly, the bedroom was swallowed in darkness. From where Zaiyia sat on her bed, Heath heard her let out a gasp of surprise as she dropped her pencil onto her notebook. Her voice came next. “Heath?”
Not bothering to answer her verbally, Heath chose to answer physically by retracing his steps back to her bed, his fingers peeling his tight shirt from his chest. The moon was to the back of the guest house so it didn’t spotlight him dumping his shirt to the floor but when he moved to kick his boots off one at a time the resounding thud of them falling to the floor was deafening to both of their ears.
Zaiyia had to know what was coming.
Then again, Heath couldn’t hear anything coming from Zaiyia’s side of the shrouded room, it was like she’d vanished into thin air. Not letting that stop him, his hands met again to unbuckle his belt next just in time for his knee to dip down onto her mattress. His green eyes adapted to the darkness of the room by then so he could locate Zaiyia. She was still sitting in the exact same position as before on the bed encircled by her schoolbooks. Her head was scouring for him in the darkness as her knees drew up towards her chest.
“H-Heath…” Zaiyia managed to stutter out before pausing to lick her lips and get a hold of her horny self. “Why did you turn off the lights? I was…I was doing my homework.”
Undoing the fly of his jeans, Heath whispered to her in that husky voice that drove her crazy. He remembered her clearly describing it as the voice of sex if sex were to ever have one. “I never got dessert tonight.”
Glaring in the direction she believed him to be, Zaiyia reminded him why that was the case. “Do you really think you deserve any dessert after the way you treated both me and Alan?”
Not responding at first, Heath turned around to whip off both of his jeans and briefs in one fell swoop then chucked them over his shoulder somewhere. Now completely naked with a semi-erection, he reached out to seize ahold of both of her delicate ankles and began to drag her lower region towards him as he finally answered. “Yes.”
Having let out a gasp at being swept onto her back and dragged down her own bed and over her schoolbooks, Zaiyia recovered quickly to snap back at Heath. “Wrong answer, asshole!”
Wrong or not, Heath noticed with pleasure that Zaiyia didn’t try to get away from him when his hands ran down her smooth bare legs to pull her undergarment down. He wondered when he first came into the room if she’d been wearing incredibly tiny shorts under the oversized shirt she’d stolen from his closet or a pair of sexy skimpy underwear. He groaned at the feel of the thin material of her underwear against his rough callused hands, wishing he’d left the lights on to see it with his own eyes.
Hating that he was turning her on by being turned on by her, Zaiyia let out a protesting whine to try to defy her mounting lust for him. Holy crap did she want this man inside of her pronto! “S-Stop it, Heath.”
“But I’m hungry…and I need you to sate my appetite.” Heath reiterated, unable to stop himself even if there was a gun pointed at his head. He’d take a bullet to the brain any day. Pushing the hem of his old shirt up around her neck, he moaned at the shadows of her bare chest, memories of the nipples being pebbled hard for him. His mouth salivated for them even as he dived his head down her body between her legs. Deliberately, he teasingly breathed hotly against Zaiyia’s folds as he took his time lifting one of her legs at a time over his muscular shoulder. This made her squirm in anticipation and moan out his name. Heath grinned victoriously as the palms of his hands slid up her bare body to cup over each of her small breasts.
“I…Heath…I…” Zaiyia stammered, her bare legs shaking uncontrollably over Heath’s shoulder. Her eyes were fluttering as her hands felt around her comforter for something to hold on to but found nothing that would do.
“It’s your responsibility on this property to satisfy me, so I expect you to lay here and let me have my fill of you until I’m done.” Heath reminded Zaiyia of her place as he panted against her sex. Inhaling her scent deeply into his lungs, he leaned down to press a kiss to her hot folds, discovering them damp and tasty. He earned a cry from Zaiyia for that, her back arching off the bed as her hands clamped tightly over his, urging him to squeeze her breasts. Heath happily obliged her as he simultaneously showered chaste kisses over her folds before the meager taste of her became too much torment for him. Using his tongue, he delved within to collect a more potent taste of her. “Mmm, you always taste so damn good, baby.”
With another choked cry, Zaiyia spread her legs even further over his shoulder, her back arching further off the bed as she begged for more. “Fuck, Heath, do it! Eat me out, now! Please!”
Done with all the teasing, Heath sank his mouth deeper beyond her folds, gorging on her as she commanded him to. Clamping both of his hands on each of her outer thighs, he tightened his grip to keep them as prisoners under his assault.
Screaming out, Zaiyia thrashed and writhed on the bed throughout the hot aggression of his mouth drowning in her sex over and over again without air. She couldn’t keep her mouth shut even if she was paid to! Her head tossed back and forth on her pillow as her hands shot down to sink into his short hair to grip down onto his skull, her hips lifting to greedily grind up against his face. Moans loudly from both her and him resonated throughout the second floor of the guest house. When Zaiyia felt her climax coming, her moans got more high-pitched even as she tried to alert him. “I-I’m gonna cum, Heath!”
Heath responded by remaining exactly where he was, smothering his face between her legs and taking his fill of her juices to his heart’s content. Letting out a groan, he thrusted his tongue through her entrance as far as it would go, earning a gasp from Zaiyia.
Her body shivering in delight, Zaiyia rode Heath's tongue back as he thrust it into her. As amazing as this felt, she had to admit she’d been hoping that her warning would encourage Heath to substitute his mouth with his cock only he didn’t, he just went on ahead eating her out. Figuring she’d have to vocalize her wants and needs, Zaiyia begged him wantonly. “Heath, fuck me already! I want you in me.”
But Heath didn't respond nor listen to her. He remained glued to her sex.
Zaiyia was truly confused by Heath’s defiance of her pleading until it finally dawned on her. The man was literally trying to punish her for refusing him her ‘dessert!’ He would sate his body without her guidance and for as long as he wanted to! It wasn't the worst punishment a woman could go through with her lover, but damn, she was really hoping to get some dick tonight.
Wait, would Zaiyia get ANY dick tonight?
Not having time to ask Heath about it, Zaiyia was overpowered by her orgasm detonating through her like a volcano. Screaming out her lover’s name, she arched her back off the bed and drove his face deeper between her legs as she got off on it. “HEATH! OH, FUCK!”
The grin of a mighty conqueror was stuck on Heath’s face as he remained between Zaiyia’s shuddering legs as her body went through the aftershock of her orgasm. He was delicate with his licks on her swollen clit, but daring as he mopped up the rest of her juices with meticulous insatiable drags of his tongue. Lapping Zaiyia up like she was the last meal he’d ever have again, he mouthed words against her hot damp flesh of how ravishing she looked in and out of bed, how captivating she was in and out of bed, and how much he needed her. It was a tender moment, even for him, but in the warm cover of darkness, he embraced it instead of cowering from it like he always did in the past. As new as it was for him, no one had to know about its existence in their private little world, least of all Zaiyia whom it was entirely about. She didn’t need to know, because his feelings for her were just getting stronger and stronger.
Out of his peripheral vision, Heath spotted one of many light switches on the second floor of the guest house and proceeded to swipe his hand over it. Instantly, the bedroom was swallowed in darkness. From where Zaiyia sat on her bed, Heath heard her let out a gasp of surprise as she dropped her pencil onto her notebook. Her voice came next. “Heath?”
Not bothering to answer her verbally, Heath chose to answer physically by retracing his steps back to her bed, his fingers peeling his tight shirt from his chest. The moon was to the back of the guest house so it didn’t spotlight him dumping his shirt to the floor but when he moved to kick his boots off one at a time the resounding thud of them falling to the floor was deafening to both of their ears.
Zaiyia had to know what was coming.
Then again, Heath couldn’t hear anything coming from Zaiyia’s side of the shrouded room, it was like she’d vanished into thin air. Not letting that stop him, his hands met again to unbuckle his belt next just in time for his knee to dip down onto her mattress. His green eyes adapted to the darkness of the room by then so he could locate Zaiyia. She was still sitting in the exact same position as before on the bed encircled by her schoolbooks. Her head was scouring for him in the darkness as her knees drew up towards her chest.
“H-Heath…” Zaiyia managed to stutter out before pausing to lick her lips and get a hold of her horny self. “Why did you turn off the lights? I was…I was doing my homework.”
Undoing the fly of his jeans, Heath whispered to her in that husky voice that drove her crazy. He remembered her clearly describing it as the voice of sex if sex were to ever have one. “I never got dessert tonight.”
Glaring in the direction she believed him to be, Zaiyia reminded him why that was the case. “Do you really think you deserve any dessert after the way you treated both me and Alan?”
Not responding at first, Heath turned around to whip off both of his jeans and briefs in one fell swoop then chucked them over his shoulder somewhere. Now completely naked with a semi-erection, he reached out to seize ahold of both of her delicate ankles and began to drag her lower region towards him as he finally answered. “Yes.”
Having let out a gasp at being swept onto her back and dragged down her own bed and over her schoolbooks, Zaiyia recovered quickly to snap back at Heath. “Wrong answer, asshole!”
Wrong or not, Heath noticed with pleasure that Zaiyia didn’t try to get away from him when his hands ran down her smooth bare legs to pull her undergarment down. He wondered when he first came into the room if she’d been wearing incredibly tiny shorts under the oversized shirt she’d stolen from his closet or a pair of sexy skimpy underwear. He groaned at the feel of the thin material of her underwear against his rough callused hands, wishing he’d left the lights on to see it with his own eyes.
Hating that he was turning her on by being turned on by her, Zaiyia let out a protesting whine to try to defy her mounting lust for him. Holy crap did she want this man inside of her pronto! “S-Stop it, Heath.”
“But I’m hungry…and I need you to sate my appetite.” Heath reiterated, unable to stop himself even if there was a gun pointed at his head. He’d take a bullet to the brain any day. Pushing the hem of his old shirt up around her neck, he moaned at the shadows of her bare chest, memories of the nipples being pebbled hard for him. His mouth salivated for them even as he dived his head down her body between her legs. Deliberately, he teasingly breathed hotly against Zaiyia’s folds as he took his time lifting one of her legs at a time over his muscular shoulder. This made her squirm in anticipation and moan out his name. Heath grinned victoriously as the palms of his hands slid up her bare body to cup over each of her small breasts.
“I…Heath…I…” Zaiyia stammered, her bare legs shaking uncontrollably over Heath’s shoulder. Her eyes were fluttering as her hands felt around her comforter for something to hold on to but found nothing that would do.
“It’s your responsibility on this property to satisfy me, so I expect you to lay here and let me have my fill of you until I’m done.” Heath reminded Zaiyia of her place as he panted against her sex. Inhaling her scent deeply into his lungs, he leaned down to press a kiss to her hot folds, discovering them damp and tasty. He earned a cry from Zaiyia for that, her back arching off the bed as her hands clamped tightly over his, urging him to squeeze her breasts. Heath happily obliged her as he simultaneously showered chaste kisses over her folds before the meager taste of her became too much torment for him. Using his tongue, he delved within to collect a more potent taste of her. “Mmm, you always taste so damn good, baby.”
With another choked cry, Zaiyia spread her legs even further over his shoulder, her back arching further off the bed as she begged for more. “Fuck, Heath, do it! Eat me out, now! Please!”
Done with all the teasing, Heath sank his mouth deeper beyond her folds, gorging on her as she commanded him to. Clamping both of his hands on each of her outer thighs, he tightened his grip to keep them as prisoners under his assault.
Screaming out, Zaiyia thrashed and writhed on the bed throughout the hot aggression of his mouth drowning in her sex over and over again without air. She couldn’t keep her mouth shut even if she was paid to! Her head tossed back and forth on her pillow as her hands shot down to sink into his short hair to grip down onto his skull, her hips lifting to greedily grind up against his face. Moans loudly from both her and him resonated throughout the second floor of the guest house. When Zaiyia felt her climax coming, her moans got more high-pitched even as she tried to alert him. “I-I’m gonna cum, Heath!”
Heath responded by remaining exactly where he was, smothering his face between her legs and taking his fill of her juices to his heart’s content. Letting out a groan, he thrusted his tongue through her entrance as far as it would go, earning a gasp from Zaiyia.
Her body shivering in delight, Zaiyia rode Heath's tongue back as he thrust it into her. As amazing as this felt, she had to admit she’d been hoping that her warning would encourage Heath to substitute his mouth with his cock only he didn’t, he just went on ahead eating her out. Figuring she’d have to vocalize her wants and needs, Zaiyia begged him wantonly. “Heath, fuck me already! I want you in me.”
But Heath didn't respond nor listen to her. He remained glued to her sex.
Zaiyia was truly confused by Heath’s defiance of her pleading until it finally dawned on her. The man was literally trying to punish her for refusing him her ‘dessert!’ He would sate his body without her guidance and for as long as he wanted to! It wasn't the worst punishment a woman could go through with her lover, but damn, she was really hoping to get some dick tonight.
Wait, would Zaiyia get ANY dick tonight?
Not having time to ask Heath about it, Zaiyia was overpowered by her orgasm detonating through her like a volcano. Screaming out her lover’s name, she arched her back off the bed and drove his face deeper between her legs as she got off on it. “HEATH! OH, FUCK!”
The grin of a mighty conqueror was stuck on Heath’s face as he remained between Zaiyia’s shuddering legs as her body went through the aftershock of her orgasm. He was delicate with his licks on her swollen clit, but daring as he mopped up the rest of her juices with meticulous insatiable drags of his tongue. Lapping Zaiyia up like she was the last meal he’d ever have again, he mouthed words against her hot damp flesh of how ravishing she looked in and out of bed, how captivating she was in and out of bed, and how much he needed her. It was a tender moment, even for him, but in the warm cover of darkness, he embraced it instead of cowering from it like he always did in the past. As new as it was for him, no one had to know about its existence in their private little world, least of all Zaiyia whom it was entirely about. She didn’t need to know, because his feelings for her were just getting stronger and stronger.