Chapter 9

                                    

                                          
Zephyr immediately pushes her away. "What are you-"
Hot tears stream down her cheeks as she takes a step back.
"Don't start with the pitiful water works.  You told me you didn't want the Mafia life. Now that I'm letting you go you want to stay. Don't be a moron. Your ex is gone, your lease is terminated and now you are free."
Montana opens her mouth to say something but never comes out. 
"Now you can live a normal life. You can't tell me you've changed your mind since last we talked."
Montana looks away. 
"Fine. Then think of it this way. You're better off and so am I. Jake has been covering my ass since you got here. I have people questioning me because of you. If you want us to have a happy ending, you'll leave."
Suddenly her body tenses and her fists clench. 
Her anger comes out and she glares at her landlord. 
"Fine, I'll leave. But first you have to have sex with me."
"Excuse me?"
"I said I couldn't handle the mafia life and you're probably right. I can't do killing and drugs and all that. But I did say I wanted to sleep with you."
Zephyr crosses his arms and reclines in his chair again. "Why should I?"
"For no other reason than sexual attraction. Unless you no longer find me attractive."
The brunette scoffs. "Suppose you're right. Fine."
"One other things."
"What?"
"I'll find my own apartment. I don't want to owe you that much, plus it'd feel weird. I can afford a nice small place."
"I only offered so you'd have a reason to come back. I was only harsh about it because Jake was here."
"We're both stubborn. Obviously you need to be strict more than me. I've been nothing but a hassle since the beginning. I'm sorry."
Zephyr smirks and pats his thigh. "Sit."
His voice is deep and his accent is intoxicating, pleasantly indistinguishable.
Montana walks over slowly. "Won't we break the chair?"
"You're a tiny little thing now, but we won't be staying here. We'll just start here."
"Can I make one last request?"
"Do you want me to take you against the wall?"
Her eyes widen in shock. 
"How did you know?"
"Bigger girls get it in their head that they have to be skinny for a man to pick them up and fuck them against a wall. And while a weak man probably couldn't pick up a bigger girl they could still do it against a wall. But seeing the pictures of you before the weight loss I could still have picked you up then. Of course now that you're your ideal weight and size you want to be thrown against a wall and fucked."
Montana blushes as she listens to him and looks away. "Maybe." She mumbles, almost pouting.
"Gladly." He complies and grabs her wrist, pulling her onto his lap.
Each knee is on either side of him.
Montana puts her hands on his chest and bites her lip.
"Grind against it." He whispers in her ear.
She nods and slowly rocks her hips.
Zephyr smirks and sucks on her neck.
His teeth sink into her flesh and she gasps softly.
Her hands grip his shoulders and she moans quietly into his neck. 
"I bet you can get wet just by grinding against me."
"Do you think I can make you hard?" She asks, sadly.
Obviously her confidence disappeared the moment she landed on his lap.
"The image of you naked will get me hard, don't worry. I've thought about it plenty."
"I hope your imagination wasn't too extravagant. I will probably disappoint."
Zephyr grabs her throat and pulls her close. "Don't start with me. I expect my sassy, stubborn tenet. This shy, embarrassed child in my lap needs to leave."
Montana growls and smashes her lips against his once again.
They kiss roughly and heated.
His hand grabs her hip, grinding her down into him.
Slowly the feeling of him hardening catches her attention.
Zephyr moves his hand into her pants and rubs her through her panties. "Ooh you are wet. If I go inside will you drip?"
Montana blushes but nods quickly. "I'm not that tight but I'm so wet."
"I can guarantee I'm bigger than your ex. You'll actually feel when I'm inside."
Montana grinds into his hand and tips her head back.
"Can you show me how  you touch yourself?" Zephyr whispers and slowly rubs her clit with his thumb.
She shakes her head.
"Why not?" He asks, kissing her neck gently.
"I've never done it before."
Zephyr pulls away. "What?"
Montana blushes and looks away. "Is that bad?"
"I mean, yes and no. I guess if he got you off you wouldn't really have a need to pleasure yourself."
Montana frowns and shrugs. "I don't think I could get off with my fingers anyways."
"Then allow me to do it for you. Watch what I do so you can do it in the future. Turn around for me, press your back against my chest."