“Oh, f**k,” Zach gasps, and his whole body jerks.

I want to smile with womanly pride, but my mouth is stuffed full of cock. Zach grips my head a little harder to hold me still and almost tentatively pushes back into my mouth. My hands itch to touch him, but I need to wait. I need to make sure he can take these sensations.

When he pulls back again, I reward him with another sucking motion, relishing in the way he pulls in air between his teeth.

He pumps inside of me slowly a few more times, having the depth down perfectly, not even gagging me once. I continue to suck at him, not able to do too much more because he’s got a good grasp on my head, but on every inward push, I moan deep in my throat, and I know he likes it because it causes him to grunt in pleasure.

Tentatively reaching up while Zach continues pumping into me, I let my fingers trail up his thighs. He tenses briefly but never misses a thrust. Emboldened, I slip one hand over the base of his c**k and squeeze him lightly while I twist. He grunts again and starts moving a little faster.

Grazing my other hand over, I reach underneath and cup his balls, massaging them gently with my fingertips.

A strangled sound comes out of Zach’s throat, and I apply a little more pressure.

“Don’t stop,” he rasps out, and I reward him with a harder suck on his shaft, snaking a finger along the sensitive tissue right behind his balls. Zach’s h*ps slam forward from the shock of my touch, but he immediately pulls back even as my eyes water.

“Sorry,” he mutters but doesn’t stop thrusting into my mouth.

I move my hands against him, one circling his c**k wet with my saliva and the other working the tender flesh of his balls. I suck against his strokes and groan against his shaft. Zach’s breathing is erratic, and he’s grunting like a bull every time he slams into my mouth. His fingers are gripping my hair so tight that I’m afraid he might pull it out, but all of it… all of this wild, uninhibited mouth f**king that’s turning him on so much right now is about one of the best things I’ve ever done in my life. Zach thinks he’s in control because he’s set the pace in my mouth, but I’m actually the one that has it.

He gave it to me the minute he asked me not to stop.

Zach’s balls contract and shrink in my hand, and I know he’s close. A quick glance up and I see he’s staring down at me with rapture on his face.

“Feels so f**king good, Moira,” he whispers just before closing his eyes and going deadly still after pushing in deep. I feel the first shots of his cl**ax hit the back of my throat and I swallow it down, even as more shoots into my mouth. He tastes salty… earthy like the forest, and I love every drop of it.

Zach moans softly while he comes in my mouth, his grip releasing my hair and his fingers caressing my face with care.

He pulls out of my mouth and immediately drops to his knees in front of me, using his grasp on my face to pull me in. He kisses me harshly, sticking his tongue in deep, and I know he tastes himself in my mouth. I can’t help but groan at this bold move, and I kiss him back for all I’m worth.

When he finally pulls his mouth away from mine, his eyes are warm and sated. “I liked that very much.”

“Me too,” I whisper. “Me too.”

And I think this is only the beginning of what we are going to discover about each other.

Chapter 15

Zach

“So, Moira has been doing a good job of helping you acclimate over here?” Randall asks me as we converse over breakfast. Moira’s not here, and I’m expecting her absence is because she wants to give us some alone time.

“She’s a very patient teacher,” I tell Randall honestly while I push my eggs around absently on my plate. “She doesn’t push at me and lets me find my own way most of the time.”

I tell him that last bit as more of a warning to him that he would do well to know that about me. You can’t push me to do something I don’t want to do.

Randall nods at me in understanding. “I knew she’d be perfect for the job. Her qualifications are excellent.”

I don’t know about that… at least not from the perspective of her education and experience in these matters. I know she makes a f**king fantastic lover. This was a benefit that I never imagined would have occurred from my time spent here.

Last night was unbelievable. The b**w j*b she gave me… mind blowing. Nut blowing, for sure. If what I experienced is what she feels when I put my mouth between her legs, then I expect both of us will be doing a lot of that to each other in the future. In fact, from what I know of the human body, I’m betting we could do that to each other at the same time. I’ll have to ask her about that later.

After I was able to get my breath back, I reached out and stroked my finger down the middle of her chest while she watched me with languid eyes. Then I pressed my lips to her forehead and said, “Goodnight.”

I walked back into my bedroom and closed the door, but not before seeing a moment of hurt flashing through Moira’s eyes. I’m not sure why she would look that way, because I feel like what we shared was mutually satisfying. I’m sure she orgasmed just as powerfully as I did.

As I lay in bed that night and thought of the way that Moira made me feel, there was a brief moment where I thought it might be nice to have her lying next to me in the bed. I had some questions to ask her, and I’m suspecting it would maybe even be a nice feeling to stroke my fingers along her skin while we talked. I thought briefly about going back to her room and asking her if it would be appropriate to lie in bed beside her so we could talk some more, but then I pushed that out of my mind. Although there was some appeal to the thought, it also seemed strange and contrary to my nature. It made me feel slightly weak and unmanly to consider that.