Uncivilized by Sawyer Bennett
He has thoroughly possessed me, and he has no clue. He has no idea the power he holds, and he clearly has no idea that my heart is now involved too. I only wish it weren't so, because I have a feeling I'm going to be destroyed when he goes.
"I believe in you," Zach says quietly, and my head snaps over to look at him.
He stares back at me, his eyes shimmering with intensity. I hold his gaze for only a moment before I have to turn it back to the road.
"You do?" I ask, my throat tight with emotion over the prospect that maybe he finds something else within me other than a willing body.
"I do," is all he says, but it's enough for now.
We make a quick stop at a local drugstore, as I have to pick up a few things like shampoo, and Zach needs some more razors to shave his face.
He carries the hand basket while I take my time walking the hair product and cosmetic aisles. He's always patient when we go out shopping, and I expect it's because he finds extreme interest in it. Not like most men who would rather be immersed in a tank full of hungry sharks. But the concept of having your heart's desire available at a whim is something that I'm sure Zach won't be used to for a while.
While I check out the shampoo, Zach busies himself with doing the same, popping the tops and smelling each one. He hands one over to me, and says, "I like the way this one smells. Buy it."
I smile because I know he'll never lose that commanding presence with me, but I indulge him. If he likes it, then that makes me happy.
As we walk up toward the checkout counter, Zach suddenly stops and grabs something from a display rack. I turn back to look at him, and my eyes go wide when I see what's in his hand. He holds it up for me, and I see a devious glint in his eyes.
A bottle of lube.
He tosses it in the basket and simply says, "For when I take your ass."
Oh my word. Will I ever get used to the way in which a few simple words, or a look, or even a brushing touch, will cause my heart to beat like a drum and my panties to immediately soak with need?
He grins at me, and I can see he thinks he's shocked me senseless.
"Where did you learn about lube?" I ask him, aghast. "And how do you know it's needed?"
He brushes past me but not before leaning in and saying, "I've been reading up on it. I don't want to hurt you, and I felt firsthand how tight your ass is. I want to make sure I get you good and ready for when I possess it."
I almost go up in flames... right there... in Aisle Five of the drugstore.
As he walks by me, my mouth hanging open, I impulsively reach out and grab his wrist. He turns to look back at me, his head tilted to the side.
"Don't ever change," I tell him urgently.
He steps back in toward me, and his fingers come up to caress my jaw. "What do you mean?"
"I mean... I love how sexy you are and how dirty you talk to me, and I love the way you push at my senses. Just don't ever change that."
Zach's eyes grow warm, and his lips curve upward. He leans down, kissing me on my forehead, and my eyes flutter closed at the tenderness of his touch.
"I couldn't change if I wanted to," he murmurs as he pulls back. "You make me this way."
When we get back to Randall's house, we find him in the library reading the newspaper. Zach walks in to talk to him for a bit but after bidding them both a good night, I head up to my room, carrying our purchases from the drugstore. The bottle of lube seems to weigh a ton in my hands, and while I'm wildly excited about Zach wanting to do this to me, I'm a bit terrified as well.
I decide to take a shower, hoping to relax the sexual tension that I'm sure is going to have me exploding the minute Zach walks in to my room tonight. And I know he's going to be coming to me.
He has every night, and it's been amazing. He's taken me in so many different ways and given me so many orgasms that I think I may actually be addicted to sex with him.
By the time I finish my shower, dry my hair, and slip into a robe, I walk out into my room to find Zach casually laying on my bed, completely naked with his hands tucked in that casual pose he loves behind his head.
"Drop the robe," he says, watching me hungrily as I let it slither off my shoulders and down to the floor.
My eyes flick to the bottle of lube that I had placed on the bedside table and then back to Zach again. He grins at me deviously, and then pulls a hand out from behind his head to crook a finger at me.
I walk slowly to the bed, my eyes raking over his body. He's already erect and I wonder if he had been touching himself before I came out of the bathroom, or is it merely the thought of being with me that does it for him? His cock is so beautiful... so large that I can't close my hand all the way around it, shaded a dusky rose and with creamy liquid already pearled around the tip. My mouth waters for just a taste, but I wait to see what Zach wants me to do.
When I reach the edge of the bed, he reaches a hand out to me, and I place mine in his. He tugs at me, urging me to climb onto the mattress.
"You're so fucking beautiful," he growls as his eyes focus on mine. His words caress over me, causing tingles to break out over my skin. He makes me feel so beautiful... so alive and free.
Taking me by the waist, Zach pulls me across his body so I'm straddling his hips. His cock pushes against my backside, but he remains absolutely still.
Reaching up, his hands gently cup my breasts, his eyes focused on his work. He pinches at my nipples, then smoothes the pad of his thumb around them until they are stiff and aching.
"Tell me, Moira... do you like it when I order you to do something?"
The shudder that runs through my body is answer enough for him, but I admit with a whisper, "Yes."
"Don't you ever want the control?" he asks as his hands continue to work at my breasts and his gaze remains focused there. A warm flush creeps through me.
I swallow to make sure my voice comes out clearly. "Sometimes. But I'm finding that it's a huge turn on when you exert your will over me."
"How does it make you feel?"
"Liberated," I answer him immediately. "Rather than feeling constrained, I feel free."
He makes a low hum of approval and raises his eyes to mine. "So if I commanded you to get on your hands and knees right now, lubed up my cock, you'd give me your ass with no reservations?"
My entire body quakes with the thought. Even though a hint of fear courses through me, I admit to him, "Yes."
Zach's hands release my breasts, and he brings one up to curve around the back of my neck. "Good girl," he says and then pulls me down to his mouth where he kisses me deeply. He tastes like mint toothpaste and some other sweet spice I can't place as I give back to him passionately.
Pulling back on my hair to disengage our lips, he looks at me with dark eyes. "But just to let you off the hook, I'm not fucking that sweet ass tonight."
A rush of breath escapes my lips and I can't tell if I'm disappointed or relieved, but probably a mixture of both. "You're not?"
He shakes his head with a grin. "No, you're too nervous and I'm thinking a few drinks beforehand will help loosen you up. Besides... while I very much love ordering you to submit to me, I think in this instance... I want you begging for it."
Oh, God. I'm ready to beg now I think.
Licking my lips, I rotate my hips against his erection and ask, "Then what do you want to do tonight?"
Keeping one hand firmly gripped behind my neck, his other slides between my legs. He sinks his middle finger deep into me and uses his thumb to press down on my clit. My body bucks against the touch, and a groan tears free of my lips. God, he's gotten so good at this.
"I think," he says thoughtfully as his eyes go down to watch the way his hand is working me, "I want you on top. We haven't done that yet, and I took great interest in what you just said."
What did I say? I wish I knew because my head is spinning over the sensations he's creating in my body right now.
"You want me on top?" I gasp as his thumb circles me a little roughe
"I want you in control," he growls. Those five words, which just transferred all of his power over to me, throw me over the edge. An orgasm rips through me and I practically shriek out my release, uncaring if anyone hears me. A half sob pours out of my mouth, and my hips gyrate on his hand as I milk every tremor and throbbing pulse out of my climax.
When my body settles slightly and my vision clears, I look down to see Zach gazing at me with lustful reverence. "So fucking sexy."
I stare back at him, mute. I can't think of sufficient words that would convey what this means to me. But he doesn't give me a chance and still proves that he's not relinquishing total control.
"Get on my cock, Moira. Ride me," he orders.
Yes, he just commanded me to do something, and yes, I'm going to obey him. But from this moment forward, at least for this night, I'm going to be in the driver's seat. I'm going to be the one calling the shots.
Placing both of my hands on his chest, I push backward so I'm sitting straight up. Zach's eyes flick to my breasts and he starts to reach a hand out toward them.
"Uh-uh," I softly chide him, and lightly swat him away. "Put your hands behind your head. You seem to enjoy that position."
Zach's lips curve upward in an amused smile, and his eyes glitter with excitement. For a man that is absolutely used to dominating a woman and being in total control, he looks like he's bound and determined to enjoy this. He tucks both of his hands behind his head but tilts his pelvis upward insistently to spur me onward.
I lean my body forward and bring my lips to his. I kiss him lightly and sweetly, just for a brief moment. Just until his mouth opens underneath of mine. Then I bite his lower lip and tug on it, causing him to groan and pump his hips upward.
Releasing my hold on him, I lick at him to alleviate the sting, and then trail my lips over his chin and down his throat. He angles his head backward to give me better access, and I enjoy the abrading scratch of his stubble against my skin.
Zach isn't usually one for words when we're having sex, so I'm surprised when he murmurs, "I love the feel of your lips on me. You're the only woman who has ever kissed me."
My heart turns over and I almost falter in my path, but then my desire to pleasure him ratchets up and I lightly suck on his neck, just above his collarbone, before I give him a little stinging bite.
Zach hisses through his teeth and one of his hands pops free to cup the back of my head. I lick at his skin and merely reach a hand up to lace through his fingers, pulling him away. "Keep your hands behind your head. No touching."
He groans in frustration but obeys me, and I find the power of this to be heady stuff. Even though I had a tremendous orgasm just a few minutes ago, I already find myself tightening back up with voracious desire.
My lips blaze across him, down his chest, to where I love on his nipples with my tongue and my teeth. Zach mutters a curse and his body tenses as I scoot myself backward so I can lick and kiss at his ribs and stomach. I dip my tongue into his belly button and swirl it around, then move a bit further down so I can pay some attention to his hipbone.
I place my open mouth on his skin there, my breasts swaying. When they brush lightly against his cock, I feel a little bit of the pre-cum wet my skin, and the knowledge that he's weeping for me causes me to suck hard against his flesh. Zach's hips buck, and he mutters, "Holy mother of God, Moira. Will you just fuck me already?"
I can't help the giggle that comes out of my mouth, and I give him one more soft kiss before I lift my head up. He's staring down his body at me with such piercing intensity that I can feel a flood of moisture escape from between my legs.
Moving forward a bit, I raise up on my knees so I'm hovering over his cock. Reaching down with one hand, I wrap my fingers around the length of satin-covered steel and swirl my thumb around the top. Lowering myself just a bit, I bring the tip of his shaft to my pussy, where I rub it back and forth through my slick folds, and I can't help but let out a soft moan over how good he feels against me. I bet if I continued to do this for just a few minutes, I could make myself come.
"Moira..." Zach lets out a low rumble of warning.
My eyes draw up lazily to his, and I'm overwhelmed with the almost insane look of need in them. For a brief moment, I think about rolling off him and letting him have his way with me. I know he'd be all over me in a heartbeat if I did so, but I push that thought aside. I'm not sure I'll have another chance like this with Zach because I find myself living every day with him like it's my last, knowing that at any moment, he can decide to leave to return to his home.
I lower myself onto Zach's cock, slowly sinking on to him. My wet desire makes entrance easy and my flesh expands and forms around him, pulling him in deep and wrapping him tight.
He groans deeply... almost like an animal in pain... a sound such as I have never heard from him, and I watch as his eyes squeeze shut. I lower myself more, all the way, until he's lodged deep inside of me and our pelvises are pressed tight against one another.
I hold still, I wait... just until Zach's eyes open and he looks at me. I see need, craving, absolute desire. I pretend for a brief, foolish moment that his need is for me... for Moira, and not for just my body. I hold onto that feeling, even as I tell myself I'm going to get hurt by pretending he feels something that's probably nothing more than a ghost of a fantasy for me.
When I can't bear that look any more, I rise up and sink back down on him, watching the color of his blue eyes darken with pleasure and near relief.
I raise and lower, raise and lower, riding his cock like he ordered me to. But I go slowly, drawing it out for both of us, showing him a different way to make love. Amazingly, Zach doesn't hurry my pace, keeping his hips still with unbelievable power and control. There is no mistaking, however, the fact that he is enjoying this ride. His jaw is tight, his eyes are heated beyond nuclear as they stare at me, and his chest starts to heave.
I decide to change it up a bit and slam down hard on his cock, gasping at the fullness within me. Zach's hands fly free from behind his head and clamp down on my thighs, his fingers digging in. I rise up slowly, and then slam back down again, overflowing with sexual dominance when Zach yells out, "Fuck, Moira."
I do it again, and again, starting to not only pick up the power of my movement but the pace as well. I move above him, my breasts bouncing and my legs quivering with fatigue. Reaching behind me with one hand, I cup his balls in my hand and massage them.
Zach's hips buck violently upward, and he starts a holy chant. Yes, yes, yes, yes.
My movements become frenzied and, before you know it, Zach's hips are thrusting counter to my every move, deepening within me and hitting me in just the right place. His hands snake up to my hips, and he uses his strength to grind me down hard onto his cock.
I feel his balls constrict in my hand, and I know he's close.
"Give it to me, Zach," I whisper as I bounce up and down on him. "Come for me, baby."
Zach slams me down on him one last time and his head arches backward, his chest heaving off the bed, every muscle and vein in his neck standing out in stark relief. A vicious groan of release pours out of his mouth as I feel him start to jet inside of me. I watch, fascinated, as pleasure washes over his face and his harsh pants fill the room with the evidence of his stormy release.
I pull upward on his cock, push back down again slowly, and another violent shudder quakes through his body.
"Oh, God," Zach groans as he trembles. "I'm still fucking coming."
I pull up and push back down again, and his entire body jerks as another shudder rips through him.
"What the fuck are you doing to me?" he asks in wonder as his eyes open and he stares at me in disbelief, his chest still rising and falling as if he's starved for oxygen.
I take my fingers and run them across his lips, staring at him contemplatively. "I'm liberating you, my uncivilized man."
Chapter 21
Zach
My m
But there was no way I could bear a night with Clint and Cara without her by my side. No, that's not exactly right. I don't think there's any way I could bear a night away from Moira, which is another thought that feels dark and stormy within me.
I'm suffering under a swell of emotions when it comes to the beautiful red-haired woman I've been fucking... and fucking well. She's consuming me, and I hate it and love it at the same time.
Every morning, I wake up before her and because I've become accustomed to not only sleeping on a soft mattress, but also having her body wrapped up close to mine throughout the night, I take advantage of my morning wood and make sure we both start the day off with an amazing orgasm or two.
Because we spend almost every minute of the day and night together, I find myself becoming closer to her than probably anyone else in my life with the exception of Paraila. We have long talks about the amazing discoveries I'm making. Just yesterday, we sat outside a tiny, downtown Atlanta cafe where we sipped iced coffees and talked about terrorism. I've been reading up a great deal about the attacks on 9/11, a monstrous occurrence that appalled my senses. To think that something of that magnitude had occurred, and I had been blissfully unaware of it while sequestered in the sanctity of my tribal home, sort of puts things into perspective for me. This new and modern world I've been immersed in is bright and amazing, filled with wonder and potential.
But it's also harsh and so much more violent than the rainforest that I have to wonder why people want to live in this society at all. It only seems to cement my inherent desire to return home.