by Cara Dee
"Wait!" I hold on to him. "Unless, what?"
His Adam's apple bobs as he swallows, and I watch as his eyes flick to my mouth. At the same time, his arms grow less tense, causing his body to pin me a bit more. His weight on me feels so good.
"I'm clean," I murmur. My hands slide up his muscular arms. "And I'm on the pill…"
"Fuck," he whispers. "I'm clean, too." Groaning quietly, he dips down and kisses my shoulder. "You'll be the first I don’t use a condom with." His admission causes a jolt of excitement to shoot through me. There's possessiveness too, which I can see reflected in his own eyes as I confess the same. I've always used protection in the past.
"Please." I nip at his jaw.
His cock is hot and heavy, pressing against my pussy. "God, I want you so much, baby." With a push forward, he stimulates my clit with the head of his dick, and I moan out another plea. "Oh, Peyton," he chuckles huskily. "You don’t have to beg me."
Then, with a swift thrust, he's buried inside of me.
"Oh, yes!" I cry out.
"Fucking hell." The words escape him in a shallow exhale.
"More." I squirm underneath him, my body blazing with fire. It's indescribable, the way he fills me over and over. Skin to skin. Nothing in the way. So slick, so hot, so erotic. "Oh, Zack—baby…" I arch into him, throwing my head back, as he fucks me like a god.
He goes even deeper when he's hooked an arm under my right leg. "Oh, yeah." He starts panting, thrusts coming faster and harder. We're both relentless, clawing at each other. There's no holding back. Our bodies collide. We've been hiding behind our hatred, denying ourselves for so long, and now it's all coming out. "Can you—fuck, can you put your leg higher up?" I nod frantically and urge him to throw both my legs over his shoulders. Then I pull him down and kiss him some more; I just can't get enough of his mouth on mine. "Holy shit," he chuckles through a groan. "You're fucking bendy."
"Just kiss me," I moan, cupping his face.
"With pleasure." The cocky smirk is there for a beat, but he quickly loses it to give me his best. His all. He's attentive while rough, greedy yet tender. He drives so deep into me, groaning and spitting out curses, but he makes sure it's what I want. I feel his eyes on me, how he reads me, studies me, learns me. My back nearly arches off the bed when he hits a particular spot, and he notices right away. "There?" I nod and buck my hips, needing more. He grins. "You like it rough, don’t you?"
"Yeah," I gasp.
What I also like is to participate properly. The guy shouldn’t make all the moves and do all the work. So, with a push, it's my turn to be on top. But I don’t sink down on his cock as he expects. Instead I rake my fingernails down his torso and kiss my way toward his slick and hard cock.
"Oh, shit," he breathes out as I lower my mouth on him. His eyes are wide and his cheeks are flushed. He watches me so intently while I suck on his cock. I close my eyes and hum at the taste of us both. "Mother of—fuck!"
More humming from me. One of my hands massages his balls, and the other is teasing his rigid abs and defined pecs. He likes it when I drag my nails over his upper body, I've noticed. After swirling my tongue around him and suckling the tip, I suck him in again, going as far and as hard as I can.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he chants. "Okay, that’s enough!"
I let him go with a pop and peer up at him, my breathing harsh and choppy.
He snaps his fingers and points to the pillow next to him. "I want you on all fours."
Sweet baby Jesus. My pussy throbs; my thighs clench, and I scramble into position so fast that he's bound to see how eager I am.
Fuck me, Zack. God, just fuck me.
Kneeling behind me, I feel his cock brushing against my wetness, but his attention is trained elsewhere at the moment. He drops sensual, open-mouthed kisses along my spine; meanwhile his hands are on my tits again. Every now and then, his hips push forward slightly, causing his dick to touch me, and I squirm, whimper, moan, and beg.
"One of these days," he whispers across my skin, "I'm gonna fuck your tits and probably see stars when I come."
I nearly collapse. Every muscle protests, and my body trembles. "Please," I rasp weakly. "Anything, Zack—I need you."
Never in my life did I actually think I could be so wet that it trickles down my thighs, but I can feel it now. After two orgasms and endless teasing, there's definitely a trail of stickiness slowly sliding down my inner thigh. And Zack is currently groaning as he runs his cock over it. But then he finally puts me out of my misery and shoves his entire length back inside me.
Through moans, gasps, and slapping of flesh, we vaguely hear the fireworks in the distance.
His hands are gripping my hips, cock hammering into me from behind, but his next words, while exhaled in a labored breath, are sweet and heartfelt. "This is only the beginning, Peyton." And I feel those words everywhere. With a soft kiss to my spine, he adds, "Happy New Year."
Happy, in-fucking-deed.
He makes me come with a few precise flicks to my clit.
Fiery heat sears through me, leaving me breathless. My insides convulse. I clamp down so hard around Zack; I think it's what tips him over, because then I hear him climaxing, thrusts becoming lazy and jerky. We both lose control. I'm still not breathing, the pleasure hitting me from all sides, and he collapses on top of me, gritting out that he's still coming.
It's not until my lungs begin to burn that I snap back to reality and manage to gulp down some fresh air. Sweat and goose bumps cover our bodies, and I feel the drumming beat of his heart against my back.
Next come the shivers, one setting off another. My heartbeat at last slows down, if only a little, and Zack pulls out of me with a groan, only to plop down right beside me. I'm unable to move, though.
"I feel like…" He pants and grunts. "Like I can't take another step in my life."
A breathless giggle slips through my lips. I try to lift my head to face him, but I fail. "Ugh. Can't…move…either."
We're perfectly still for several moments, simply letting out bodies recover. There's a sense of tranquility; it soothes me. The air is clean and suddenly a little chilly—crisp—like there's a draft, but the smell of sex lingers heavily, only bringing a serene smile to my lips. My eyes are closed, and I've melted into the mattress.
"God, you're fucking beautiful," I hear him whisper.
A drawn-out shiver courses through me.
My smile widens. But my eyes remain closed. This moment is one I want to savor and hold onto. Eventually, though, I open my eyes and find Zack gazing at me. And it's then I notice that the window is cracked open, which would explain the chill.
I frown. "The window's open. How did that happen?"
Zack chuckles and pulls the covers over us, again drawing me close. "I guess you zoned out. I just opened it. Figured it was best the room doesn’t smell like sex…" He trails off with a pointed look, referring to when our parents get back. He kisses me on the forehead and smoothes out the crease there. But I can't help it; I actually zoned out? Or fell asleep for a moment? Because I really didn’t notice. Ah, well. I'm too blissed out to care.
The only thing I want to know now… "Did you really mean what you said before?" I ask softly and look up at his handsome face. Blue swirling with silver; his eyes are so deep and warm, even though the two colors can be considered cold ones. "That this is only the beginning?"
The right corner of his mouth quirks up a little. "Hell yeah." He pulls me even closer, and I rest my chin on his chest, my fingers drawing lazy circles over his collarbone. "As long as it's what you want, too." He touches my cheek. "But whatever happens, the fighting stops. I can't fucking deal with it anymore."
"I feel the same." I steal a quick kiss. "I'm sorry I was a bitch to you."
He chuckles. "And I'm sorry I was an asshole." He releases a breath, expression changing. "So…" It's back to serious. "What do you say, Peyton?"
"I want it—I want you." This time, I kiss his chest. I can't seem to stop kis
sing him. "Tonight at the restaurant, seeing you with that girl…" I grimace and look down, remembering too vividly how jealous I got.
"I honestly told her to get lost, baby," he murmurs. "And don’t get me started on the douchebags staring at your ass." He huffs. "I was ready to start throwing punches."
I can't help but giggle, 'cause I find it so ridiculous. The thought of Zack feeling possessive of me…it's very hard to comprehend. A sobering thought flashes through me, though, and my amusement dies.
"What about our parents?" I whisper.
Now it's Zack's turn to grimace. "Um. I guess we don’t have to tell them right away?" He scratches his eyebrow, and I nod in total agreement.
It's best we first find out where this'll lead us. Who knows—maybe we're not a good fit, after all? Then again, lying here in his arms, I find that hard to believe.
"We'll just have to see." He sighs, absentmindedly running his fingers up and down my spine. "I think they'll freak out at first, but…" He pulls another face. "I don’t know. It's not like we're really related."
I shudder and laugh. "Thank God."
"You can say that again." He grins and moves us around a little so we're face-to-face, both on our sides. When my head hits the pillow, I hum in contentment before a yawn escapes. "Tired?"
"Yeah…" I snuggle close to him and drape my leg over his hip. A shower would be nice, but I'm too exhausted for it. Besides, I kind of like smelling like Zack. Of Zack. Between my legs. Maybe that makes me weird, but I don’t care. "Is there any way you can sleep here tonight?" I give him my best pout.
Our parents have never been nosy; they sure as hell don’t enter our rooms at night. But even if they wanted to, the door is locked.
"Of course." He tucks a piece of hair behind my ear—a sweet gesture. But then he goes for my breasts again, and that makes me laugh into my pillow. I'm no longer doubtful, worrying he wouldn’t like my body. It was hardly ever there, the doubt. Zack took care of that quickly. "Consider me addicted to these bad boys," he mumbles as he cups and tastes. "Don’t mind me. You can sleep."
Yeah, right. "That’s not very easy when you've got your face buried there," I chuckle. His only response is to hum and suck a nipple into his mouth. As magical as it feels, I'm too spent for round three right now. Zack's tired too; I can feel him against my thigh, still impressive but soft. Fuck, I just love being this close, feeling all of him. "Plus, I want to savor the time we have left." It's not my intention to put a damper on things, but the fact remains: we're leaving in a couple days.
"Oh, I suppose I could tell you now, then." His mouth leaves my tits, but his hand is still there while he kisses his way up my chest, neck, and throat. "I'm leaving LA."
I nod a little, remembering Mom saying that when Zack first arrived. "Yeah, where're you off to?" Now I don’t have to delude myself into thinking I don’t give a crap.
He flashes me a grin. "You're looking at the new assistant offensive coordinator at FSU."
What?!
My eyes nearly bug out and hope makes my heart slam in chest. "You—" I can't even go on.
"Mmhmm." He skims his nose along my jaw, and the hand that was squeezing my tits slides down to palm my ass instead, pulling me flush to him. My leg is still hitched over his hip, so I can really feel all of him now. Right there. And he's totally waking up. Perhaps I could be ready for round three, after all. "You can't get rid of me now, baby."
"That’s the last thing I want." The words leave me all rushed and jumbled. I'm too excited to speak properly. "Zack, you—you're really moving to Florida?"
"In two weeks," he confirms.
Just like that, the new year is already looking a thousand times better.
Chapter 6
"Jeez. It's easy to see that a man lives here." Sarah smiles wryly at the opened fridge. I laugh and continue to prepare the guacamole, and I definitely agree with her. "All beer, protein shakes, and Powerade." Yep. Pretty much. Only the door houses stuff with a bit more variety: salad dressings, my beloved Diet Coke, eggs, and, um, some batteries.
What?
When Zack is on the road scouting for next year's team, I need them for our Skype sessions. More correctly, I need them for my vibrator. And Zack prefers me in his condo while he's gone. Hell, I basically live here now anyway.
"You should see the freezer." I huff a chuckle and stick a spoon into the guacamole. "It's all frozen pizza and Hot Pockets unless I buy something else." Safe to say, I'm so taking over the grocery shopping once I officially move in.
Zack's been on my ass the past month, but we still haven't spilled the beans to our parents about us, so I'm hesitant. I mean, Mom and Garrett pay for my apartment, and if I suddenly move out, they're going to want to know where the hell I'm off to.
So…the apartment I share with Sarah sits empty most days, seeing as she's shacking up with Luke.
"Peyton!" Zack calls from the living room. "Get crackin'!"
"I guess they're done setting things up," Sarah comments.
I nod. "Still can't believe he spent almost two grand on a damn surround sound system."
Boys will be boys, right? But I have to admit he kind of took me by surprise when he actually asked me before buying it. It's his own money—his condo, his decision—yet he asked me. Obviously, I said yes; I'm not going to stand between a man and his toys, but I was secretly thrilled at the reminder of how couple-like we are.
Even after only three months together.
With beers and bowls of chips and dip, Sarah and I join the guys in the living room. Like the rest of Zack's place, it's very masculine. All straight lines, sparsely decorated, colors of black, grey, blue, and white, and a focus on gadgets. The huge couch is in the center of the room, facing a gigantic flat screen on the wall, and we usually end up eating dinner there instead of at the dining room table behind the couch.
The first time Zack hinted that he wanted us to move in together, he tried to be casual and told me, "Leave some of your girly shit here. Saves you from going back and forth, y'know?" He was so cute. Bashful, even.
Although, it's a rare day that I wear my "girly shit" at his place. If he had his way, my stuff would include everything from my place except my clothes. Now, for instance, I'm wearing his jersey—his beloved number four on my back, and our last name—and a pair of his sweats. Had Sarah not been wearing something similar of Luke's, I would've objected. Alas…
"You chicks ready?" Luke plops down on the right end of the couch.
Zack is seated on the other end as I come up behind the couch and hand over the guacamole and two bottles of Corona. He sets it all on the black coffee table before sliding a hand behind me to palm my ass. He does that a lot.
"Depends on what movie you picked," Sarah teases.
Her boyfriend puffs out his chest. "With a surround sound system like this, you have to pick a good movie. Coach and I went for Fast & Furious. Can't beat that!"
Luke and Zack bump fists while Sarah and I exchange looks.
"Oh, but he's so hot, though." Sarah giggles. "The blond guy? Paul Walker?"
Hell yeah. "Did you see the movie he was in—with those Huskies? Or whatever those dogs are called. The ones who pull sleighs. Such a cute movie."
"Yes!" She nods furiously. "God, he's swoon-worthy."
"Okay, enough! C'mere, baby." Zack pulls me down, over the back of the couch, causing me to squeal, and draws me to his chest. Next he grabs my jaw and plants a wet one on my lips. "None of your chick-flicks until this is your address." He winks.
I grin and cock a brow. "Will you call Mom and Garrett, then?"
We've already agreed to tell them when we fly home to visit this July, but we have a couple months until then.
"Yeah, Coach," Luke pipes in with a smirk, "you should call your dad and ask for permission to live with his daughter."
I roll my eyes, used to his jokes. I think the first once he cracked when Zack arrived in Florida back in January was something along the lines of, "Well, at least
she doesn’t have to change her last name when you get hitched—she's already an O'Keefe."
We can take it, though, because they don’t mean anything by it. In fact, my friends and Zack's newfound ones have been surprisingly chill about our relationship, which means a lot to me.
"Fuck you, kid," Zack chuckles. As if his mind has trailed to the same joke of Luke's, he absentmindedly traces our last name on my back with a finger. I shiver. "You know, if I was in charge of the defense, I'd make sure you suffered more on the field."
Luke grins and swipes up a few chips. "Good thing you're not, huh?"
"Weren't we supposed to watch a movie?" Sarah interrupts.
That puts us back on track, and we all get comfortable in the darkness and under blankets with our significant others.
It's the best way to spend a Saturday in my opinion. There's frequent partying in our life, too, but this is even better. I'm glad Zack thinks the same. Even though he's not twenty-five yet, he's told me he's grown bored with the average college life, stating that being home on weekends is more for him. That suits me perfectly.
"Pizza should be here soon," Zack murmurs as we watch the first scene of the movie.
I scrunch my nose and peer up at him. "You ordered pizza? We ate Chinese two hours ago."
"I'm a growing boy." He shrugs and pulls the blanket up to my chin. Then he urges me closer and drapes an arm around my shoulders. "Plus, Luke and I have been working." He nods at the entertainment center. To my right, Luke mumbles in agreement. "Don’t act so surprised." A little chuckle slips through his lips and he tilts down to kiss my temple. "You know I can eat."
Oh, how true. Humming contentedly, I snuggle into his embrace and slip a hand under his black t-shirt. His abs are calling to me. And I no longer wish I had my own abs—well, defined ones.
