The Captain's Dirty Little Secret

He didn’t let her get far. Zac deepened the kiss, walking her backward down the hall without breaking contact.

Roxie felt the shift in him immediately, the way his hands tightened and the low sound he made when she bit his lower lip and sucked it gently between her teeth. He groaned into her mouth and steered them toward the first open door. She barely had time to look around before Zac pulled her back into the kiss.

"Guest room," he murmured.

Roxie’s pulse jumped. She kissed him harder, sliding one hand under the hem of his shirt, her palm dragging over warm skin and the hard lines of his stomach. Zac’s breath hitched as she pushed the fabric higher, fingertips tracing up his ribs until he made a low, frustrated sound and pulled the shirt off completely.

Shit. He might be serious.

She barely had time to look at him before he was kissing her again, deeper and hungrier. Roxie dragged her hands down his chest, over the defined muscles of his abs, then lower. When her fingers brushed the front of his jeans, she felt how hard he already was. She cupped him through the denim and squeezed lightly.

Zac groaned against her mouth, his hips pushing into her hand. "Fuck, Roxie."

"Were you like this downstairs?"

He moaned against her lips. "All the time."

Roxie giggled before kissing him again, biting his lip the way she knew he liked while her hand rubbed slowly over the hard length of him. Her other hand curled around his nape, fingertips stroking the short hair there as she felt him throbbing beneath her palm even through the fabric.

The sound he made sent heat straight through her.

Zac’s hands found the bottom of her top and pushed it up. Roxie lifted her arms so he could get it off, and the second the fabric cleared her head he was on her again, his mouth moving down her throat while one hand slid up to cup her breast over her bra. His thumb dragged across her nipple, and she gasped, arching into the touch.

"Zac."

He kissed lower, mouthing at the soft skin just above the edge of her bra while Roxie threaded her fingers into his hair. When he pulled the cup down and closed his mouth over her nipple, she made a soft, needy sound she couldn’t stop.

"I want you," Zac murmured against her skin, his voice low and thick with lust. He sucked gently, then harder, his tongue circling the sensitive peak while his other hand worked the second side free. "Been thinking about this since you walked in. The way you keep touching me. Teasing me."

Roxie moaned when he switched to the other nipple, heat pooling low in her stomach. Her hand was still between them, stroking him through his jeans, and every time she pressed harder he groaned against her breast.

He kissed his way back up her neck, nipping at the side of her throat. Roxie’s eyes fluttered shut. The pull of his mouth felt so good she almost forgot about the marks already hidden under her clothes.

"Don’t leave a mark," she whispered, her voice already unsteady. "The ones on my chest still aren’t gone."

Zac went still for half a second, then laughed softly against her skin, low and dark. He kissed the same spot again with less pressure, but his hand on her breast tightened while his thumb rolled over her nipple in a slow, deliberate circle that made her hips shift against him.

"I’ll be careful," he said, his mouth brushing her ear. "But I’m not stopping."

Roxie’s breath caught when Zac’s fingers started working the button of her jeans. Heat was already pooling low in her stomach, her nipples still tight and sensitive from his mouth, but the sudden awareness of where they were cut through the haze.

Guest room. Party downstairs. Music still thumping through the floor. Anyone could walk past the door or decide they needed the room.

She caught his wrist.

"Zac, wait."

He looked up, eyes dark and breathing uneven. "What’s wrong?"

Roxie shook her head, already feeling her face heat for a different reason. "I can’t get naked here. Absolutely not."

For a second he just stared at her before a slow, frustrated sound left his throat. His hand stayed on her waist, thumb still stroking the soft skin just above her jeans, but he stopped trying to open them.

Roxie bit her lip.

Then she decided.

She dropped to her knees.

Zac’s entire body went still.

"Roxie."

She didn’t answer. She leaned in and pressed her cheek against the hard ridge straining the front of his jeans, rubbing slowly along the length of him. The heat of him even through the denim made her stomach tighten.

"Shit." He groaned.

She turned her face and dragged her mouth along the same path, open and wet, licking slowly over the fabric where the head of his cock pressed against the material.

Zac’s hand slammed against the door above her head, his eyes burning into hers.

"Fuck."

Roxie smiled against him and did it again, slower this time, letting her tongue drag over the denim while she nuzzled the thick outline. His hips jerked forward.

She could feel how hard he was and he was already leaking enough that a small dark spot had started forming near the top of his fly.

Zac’s free hand found the back of her head. He wasn’t pushing yet, just resting it there like he needed something to hold onto while his breathing turned rough.

"You’re killing me," he rasped.

Roxie looked up at him through her lashes, still rubbing her face slowly along the bulge, then reached for his belt. The metal clinked as she worked it open. Zac’s stomach tensed hard beneath her free hand while she popped the button, dragged the zipper down carefully and felt him throb against her knuckles.

She hooked her fingers into the waistband of his boxers and tugged them down just enough.

His cock sprang free, thick and flushed dark, the head already shiny and wet. It looked almost painfully hard, curving slightly upward with veins standing out along the shaft. A clear bead of precum gathered at the tip and started to slide down.

Roxie stared for a second, heat flooding her cheeks again, then leaned in and dragged the flat of her tongue slowly up the underside, from base to tip, catching the bead before it could fall.

Zac’s whole body jerked.

"Jesus, Roxie."

She closed her lips around the head and sucked gently while her hand wrapped around the base and gave him a slow, tight stroke. The sound that left him was low and wrecked. His fingers tightened in her hair as she took him deeper, her tongue working the sensitive underside while her hand stroked what she couldn’t fit.

Zac’s head dropped back against the door with a soft thud.

"Fuck, baby. Just like that."

Roxie barely had time to adjust before Zac’s hips rolled forward.

His cock pushed deeper, stretching her lips wide around the thick shaft. She tried to pull back on instinct, but his hand was already firm in her hair, slowing the retreat as another inch slid in and her throat fluttered around him.

Too big.

A small choked sound escaped around his cock. Her eyes watered while saliva slipped past her lips and ran down her chin. Zac groaned like the wet sound was the best thing he had heard all night.

"Shit, yes." His voice sounded dazed, almost distant. "Just a little more, baby."

He shifted his stance, planting his feet wider, and used the hand in her hair to tilt her head back. The new angle let him push deeper, and the head of his cock pressed against the back of her throat.

Her gag reflex kicked hard.

Tears spilled over.

Roxie tried to breathe through her nose while more saliva flooded her mouth and slipped down her chin. Her hands flew to his thighs, nails digging into the muscles there, but Zac looked almost too far gone to notice.

His hips rolled forward again in slow, shallow thrusts.

One particularly deep push changed the angle enough that her teeth scraped lightly along the underside of his shaft.

Roxie winced.

She expected him to flinch or pull away.

He groaned louder.

"Fuck, that feels good."

Roxie’s eyes widened.

That was supposed to hurt.

Apparently, Zac had lost enough sense that even the accidental graze only made him more worked up.

He rocked forward again, his other hand joining the first as he kept her head at the angle he wanted. Roxie’s throat convulsed around him, spit slipping down onto the floor between her knees while her lungs started to burn.

He was only halfway in.

That realization hit her hard because her mouth already felt stretched as wide as it could go. The corners ached, her jaw strained, and his thickness was already reaching the back of her throat while there was still so much of him left.

Jesus Christ.

How was there still that much?

The pressure cut off her air for long enough to make her chest tighten before Zac eased back just enough for her to drag in a desperate breath.

She looked up.

Zac looked completely gone, eyes half lidded, mouth open, cheeks flushed dark. He watched her struggle with something close to awe, like seeing what his size was doing to her had erased whatever was left of his ability to think properly.

"God, look at you," he murmured, voice thick and rough.

He pushed in again, slower this time.

Roxie’s lips stretched painfully around him as she tried to adjust to the angle, her throat tightening hard when he reached the back again. Her vision blurred for a moment.

Panic fluttered through her chest.

Then she looked up.

Zac looked wrecked.

Completely wrecked.

That was what kept catching her.

He looked dazed, almost high on the sensation, like her mouth was the only thing he could still register. His hips moved in slow, deep rolls while his fingers remained firm in her hair.

Roxie’s throat fluttered helplessly around him.

Another tear slipped free.

Her jaw hurt. Her throat burned. The raw corners of her mouth stretched wider whenever he pushed forward, but she couldn’t stop watching his face.

He had lost himself.

And God, she loved seeing what she had done to him.

His head tipped back against the door, eyes half closed and unfocused while soft, broken sounds escaped him. Every time he pushed in and felt her throat tighten, his expression went even more distant.

Roxie wanted to push him away and pull him closer at the same time.

She had spent the entire night making him like this.

Running her fingers over him downstairs. Touching his thigh while talking to somebody else. Whispering into his ear and laughing when his body reacted.

Now she finally knew what happened when she pushed Zac far enough.

He stopped thinking.

Completely.

Another push made Roxie’s teeth graze him again when she struggled to adjust around the thickness.

Zac shuddered.

"Fuck."

Roxie almost laughed despite herself.

He liked that too.

At this point, he seemed to like everything.

His fingers tightened in her hair while his hips moved again. Roxie held firmly onto his thighs, nails pressing into the muscle as she tried to manage the pressure.

Her mouth already hurt from the stretch.

She still hadn’t taken all of him.

The thought was ridiculous enough that part of her wanted to laugh again.

Instead, Zac looked down and met her watery eyes.

The sound that left him was pure, wrecked want.

"Fuck, Roxie. You feel so good."

Her stomach tightened.

That look.

God, that fucking look.

His pupils were blown, his cheeks flushed dark, his expression soft and almost worshipful even while his hands were holding her firmly where he wanted her. He looked at her like she was the best thing he had ever felt.

Like nothing else mattered.

How the hell was she supposed to get angry at that?