The Captain's Dirty Little Secret

His tongue moved slower now, but the softness made it worse. He licked her like he remembered she was sore, like he remembered the scare, like he also remembered how she sounded when she came with him inside her.

The first slow stroke made Roxie’s stomach pull tight. His tongue was warm and wet against the most sensitive part of her, dragging through the ache that was still left from earlier and turning it into something that made her thighs shake.

It felt too gentle for how badly it hit her. Every pass of his mouth sent heat crawling up her spine, then down again, settling low and deep until her hips moved before she could stop them.

Zac hummed against her, and the vibration spread through her clit, through her thighs, through her aching center. Roxie’s fingers dug into his chest. Her body softened over his mouth even while her mind tried to hold on to the fear.

“Zac…” His name left her lips.

Her body fell forward as Zac supported her weight and her eyes focused on him.

His sweatpants were still on, low on his hips, tented hard in front. She can see him twitch, straining hard to get out.

That had been inside her.

Only the tip.

Still enough.

Roxie shivered.

The fear sparked low in her stomach, sharp and cold.

Then Zac sucked gently at her clit, and the fear twisted into heat so fast she almost hated him for it.

Her hips moved against his mouth.

Zac groaned, the sound vibrating through her, and her fingers curled against his chest. She looked down again at the strain in his sweatpants. The shape of him was thick and obvious, pushing against the fabric, and her body remembered the stretch before her mind could stop it.

She reached for his waistband.

Zac froze under her.

“Rox.”

“I know.”

His voice was rough. “Outside only.”

“Yes.”

“I mean it.”

“I know.”

He watched her for one more breath, then lifted his hips. Roxie pushed the sweatpants down slowly. The waistband caught on him because he was so hard, and Zac cursed under his breath as he helped her shove the fabric to his thighs.

His cock sprang free against his stomach, flushed and wet at the head.

The sweatpants stayed bunched around his thighs.

Roxie stared.

Zac’s voice came out strained. “You okay?”

“It still looks huge.”

He made a rough sound that was almost a laugh. “Roxie.”

“What? It does.”

“You saying that while you’re over my mouth is ruining me.”

Her face burned, but she smiled.

Then his tongue was on her again, and the smile broke apart.

He licked firmer now, mouth sealing around her clit in slow pulses that made her thighs shake around his head. Roxie reached down and wrapped her hand around him. Zac’s whole body jerked beneath her.

“Fuck,” he groaned against her.

The sound hit right between her legs.

He was hot and heavy in her hand, skin stretched tight, precum slicking her palm almost immediately. She stroked him carefully at first, then firmer when his hips lifted into her grip.

Zac’s hand slid up her inner thigh.

One finger pressed against her entrance.

Roxie tensed.

He stopped instantly. “Sore?”

“A little.”

His thumb moved over her thigh. “Stop?”

She shook her head, breathing hard. “One.”

His finger slid in slowly. The stretch burned, but it was smaller than the fear in her head and easier than the ache between her legs. Zac held still until her body accepted him, then curled gently while his mouth returned to her clit.

Roxie’s body folded forward over him. One hand braced on his stomach while the other kept stroking his cock. Her knees stayed beside his shoulders. His mouth stayed between her thighs. His sweatpants stayed trapped around his thighs, keeping him from moving too freely.

That helped.

He was exposed, hard, wet in her hand.

Then his finger curled again and his tongue sucked, and the thought disappeared under pleasure.

“Zac.”

Her voice shook.

His hand tightened on her hip.

She stroked him faster, spreading the wetness down his shaft. His hips lifted into her fist, rougher now, and his groan against her clit made her whole body jerk.

“Zac, fuck.”

She could feel how wet she was against his mouth. She had to be drenching his face again, and the thought made her stomach twist harder. Her eyes stayed on him, on the precum slicking over her fingers, on the flushed head of his cock sliding through her grip.

She wanted to taste him.

The want came suddenly, sharp enough to make her lean forward without thinking. Her mouth watered as she moved closer, still shaking over his face, still stroking him while his tongue worked between her legs.

Zac groaned against her.

Then his hand clamped around her hip and dragged her back down onto his mouth.

Hard.

Roxie gasped, her hand tightening around his cock as the sudden pull forced his tongue firmer against her clit. His fingers dug into her skin for one desperate second, like he could not stand her moving away from his mouth yet.

Then his grip loosened just enough to give her the choice.

Roxie stayed.

Because she wanted to.

Because the way he wanted her back on his mouth made the heat in her body go wild.

Zac sucked harder, one finger still careful inside her, his other hand holding her steady while she shook over him. He was not letting the fear win either. He was eating her like he had something to prove, like he could make her fall apart without crossing the line again.

Her hand moved faster on him.

His hips jerked into her fist.

The pressure built hard and fast. Her thighs shook around his head, and her body tried to pull away from how good it felt, but Zac stayed with her, mouth focused, finger careful, hand strong on her hip like he knew exactly how much she could take.

Her orgasm hit with a sharp cry.

Roxie locked over him, shaking hard as she came against his mouth. Zac kept his finger still inside her and softened his tongue only when she started trembling too much, letting her ride through the waves without pushing her past the edge.

When she finally sagged forward, he slid his finger out carefully.

Roxie lowered herself down his body, trembling and weak, until her chest rested against his stomach. Zac helped guide her so she landed safely instead of collapsing sideways. His mouth was wet. His breathing was wrecked. His cock still pulsed in her hand.

She stroked him again.

His eyes closed.

She did it slower, watching his stomach flex beneath her cheek.

Zac’s hand covered hers. “Like this.”

He guided her grip tighter and showed her the pressure he needed. Roxie followed, letting him move her hand until she learned the rhythm. Short strokes near the head. Firmer down the shaft. His hips started lifting into their joined hands, careful for maybe three seconds before the control broke.

Then he was fucking her fist.

Rough. Desperate. Still outside.

The wet sound filled the dark room. Roxie lifted her head enough to watch him. His chest rose hard. His stomach flexed. His thighs shook beneath her. His sweatpants were still trapped low around his legs, and that made everything feel barely contained, like one thin line was holding them back from being stupid all over again.

He was in her hand.

He was outside.

Zac’s breathing turned ragged.

“Roxie.”

Her name broke in his mouth.

She tightened her grip the way he had shown her.

He came hard.

The first thick pulse spilled across her fingers and onto his stomach. Another hit higher on his chest. His hips jerked into their hands, and more streaked between them, warm against her wrist and lower stomach where she leaned over him.

Outside.

All of it outside.

Roxie felt the relief so hard it almost made her dizzy.

Zac groaned through the last pulses, body shaking beneath her until his hips slowed. His hand loosened over hers, but his other arm came around her back like he needed to hold on to something real.

For a few seconds, neither of them moved.

Roxie looked down at the mess on her hand, his stomach, her skin. Her thighs still trembled. His mouth had ruined her. Her hand was sticky with him. Her body was still hot and loose from coming, but the fear in her chest had shifted into something quieter.

This time, he came on her skin.

On her hand.

On his stomach.

Anywhere except inside.

She hated that the thought relieved her.

She hated more that it had to.

Zac noticed her face. “Rox?”

“I’m okay.”

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

He searched her expression, then reached for the shirt near the pillow. He cleaned her hand first, then his stomach, then the streak on her skin. Roxie let him. Her body felt heavy now, but her mind stayed awake.

When he finished, he pulled his sweatpants back up loosely, then drew her down beside him. Roxie curled into his chest while he pulled the blanket over both of them. His arm came around her, holding her close.

Roxie rested her forehead against him.

His heart was beating fast.

So was hers.

“We’re idiots,” she whispered.

Zac exhaled, rough and tired. “Yeah.”

She closed her eyes.

“I still wanted you.”

His arm tightened. “I wanted you too.”

That was the problem.

They were scared, sore, exhausted, and still reaching for each other like want had burned straight through every warning.

Zac kissed the top of her head.

“I swear,” he said quietly. “Never again like that.”

Roxie wanted to believe him.

She wanted to believe herself too.

But her body still remembered the stretch. Her fear still remembered the pharmacy. Her hand still remembered him finishing outside this time, and how relieved that made her feel.

She pressed her face into his chest and held on.

Neither of them slept for a long time.