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Like a wild sex beast, I cling to his shoulders and hump his leg while he bites each nipple. Careful not to break skin. Blows air to sooth. Repeats. A couple of repetitions later, white sparks flicker behind my eyes. My back arches when my second orgasm hits and I scream, “Zannnnnne.”
Then I remember where we are and pull away.
Zane doesn’t let me. “No one heard you,” he whispers. “Now, suck me off. Please, babe. I’m dying here.”
We switch places so Zane’s leaning against the pillar. I unbuckle his studded belt and unzip his black jeans. Of course he’s commando, I’d expect nothing less from my husband. I pull out his long, thick, beautiful cock and wrap my hand firmly around the base. Covering my teeth with my lips, I suck the tip of his dick into my mouth.
My tongue swoops and swirls around his crown where I flick it along his banjo string. Add hand strokes and twists with just enough tension that his hips buck rapidly. I let him fuck my face and go deep enough to swallow his tip. He grips the sides of my cheeks and takes over. Thrusts. Retreats. Hard enough to make saliva pool in my mouth but not enough so I choke.
“Your mouth is so wet, babe. You feel amazing. I’m so close.” His thumbs stroke my lips as he watches himself pump in and out.
I reach up and gently cup his balls with one hand, rolling them with my fingertips. His cock thickens and Zane’s breathing becomes erratic. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” he chants in cadence with his bucking hips.
My strokes are faster. I lick his shaft with the flat part of my tongue. Suck him. Worship him. I’m rewarded by streams of hot release, which I swallow gladly.
When I’ve cleaned him up thoroughly with my tongue, he helps me to standing. I kiss him deeply, allowing him to savor himself. Zane eats so many strawberries, his come is my favorite dessert. “You taste so delicious, Zaney.” I can’t help but giggle a bit. We’re so brazen together. He eggs me on. I egg him on.
Itworks.
“That was fun.” He laughs and hands me my shirt, which I put on after refastening my bra.
“Don’t think I didn’t know what you were doing.” I hip check him. “You’re always there to make me feel better. To cheer me up.”
“Nah, I’m just here to distract you until you figure it out for yourself.” His grin stretches from ear to ear.
“God, I love you, Zaney.” I cup his cheek.
He places his hand over mine. “I love you. Thanks for indulging me. That was incredibly fucking hot, don’t you think?”
“Uh, yeah.” On the way to his Bentley, a ridiculous car that only someone like Zane could make seem cool, he grabs my hand. There’s something I’ve been reluctant to talk to him about, but it’s been weighing on my mind. Our little sexcapade makes it timely. “Does public sex turn you on the most?”
Zane looks genuinely confused. “Sex with you turns me on, wherever we do it.”
We get into the car. I turn in my seat toward him before he turns on the engine. “ I’m asking because you’ve been a little obsessed with fucking me in public lately.” I think about the Mission construction site, where we’ve done it on sawhorses, stacks of wood, up against walls, the list goes on and on. Then there’s the beach in Maui. In Ty and Zoey’s bathroom. Backstage at the Grammys. In the locker room at the Seahawks game when Zane raised the 12th-man flag.
Oh, I’m into it. Hell, I initiate it half the time.
For me, there’s never been anyone but Zane. If he wants to bang me in a parking lot, I’m all in. We’ve always been that annoying couple who gets each other off, whenever—and wherever—the mood strikes.
Admittedly, lately I’ve been more self-conscious about my weight than normal. I’m heavier now than I’ve ever been. Stress eating for months will do that to you. Now that I’m free of the constant worry of losing Mia, I’m struggling with adopting better habits.
A vicious cycle, but I’m nervous that one of our public romps will be caught on camera. I’d be humiliated.
Especially because …
I felt so beautiful on my wedding day. I loved my dress, my shoes, my makeup—I thought I looked hot. So did Zane. Let’s just say a vocal contingent of the LTZ fandom disagreed. I want to ignore them, but the band’s blogs and socials were brutal.
Zane’s hot but who’s the fat chick?
LOL who knew ZR wuz a Fatty chaser?
She’s pretty for a plus-sized girl.
Here’s what I’d say to her- stop eating burgers.
He settled for that?
On and on.
