by Claire Adams
Zack kissed my temple, and then my cheek, and finally my lips, probing my mouth with his tongue hungrily until I was breathless again.
“What can I say?” he said, pulling away from my lips just slightly. “I didn’t really feel like partying. I just haven’t had the energy for much of anything since you dropped off the radar.”
I kissed him once more, letting my hands trail over his broad shoulders, down along the lines and planes of his back.
“How can I make it up to you?” I asked him, smiling playfully up into his eyes.
Zack raised his eyebrows and kissed my forehead. “Hold on a second.”
He let me go and turned to the door; I watched as he grabbed a neck tie off of his headboard and opened the door. He hung the tie on the knob and closed it once more, not quite sealing out the noise from the rest of the frat house, but giving us once more some degree of privacy. He locked the door for good measure and turned to look at me.
“I think you know pretty well how you can make it up to me.”
He closed the distance between us once more, wrapping his arms around me and lifting me up onto the bed, pressing me against it as he climbed up to join me.
Zack’s weight against my body felt so good—even with clothes on—that for a long moment all I could do was lie there, holding him close, batting my tongue against his and writhing underneath him, loving the contact, loving the simple act of kissing him, of making out once more. I hadn’t let myself realize how much I had come to treasure just the feeling of physical closeness to Zack—how good it felt just to be in his arms, just to taste his lips and feel the slight rasping of his stubble against my skin, the way he touched me just so. I was trembling from head to toe, shaking almost uncontrollably unless I held him very tightly. I felt as if I was alternately burning and freezing as the kiss went deeper and deeper, as every nerve ending in my body came awake.
Zack’s hands moved along the curves of my body slowly, mapping out every inch of my topography, tracing me everywhere while I moaned softly against his lips. I felt my pussy getting wet, felt my heart racing and my body tingling under the onslaught of sensation. It was too much—it wasn’t enough. I pulled back, needing just a moment to catch my breath and to find something to hold onto in the face of so much incredible sensation.
“God I’ve missed you,” Zack said, his voice only a little above a murmur.
He tilted my head to the side and brought his lips against my neck, kissing and nipping, lapping at my sensitive skin, lavishing attention down along the column of my throat and then back up. His hands were slipping up underneath my blouse, touching my bare skin, tickling my ribs and caressing my waist.
I ducked my head to the side and nibbled sharply at Zack’s neck, smiling to myself when I heard him groan, tensing against me. His hips rocked against mine; the skirt was too tight for him to shift down between my legs, but I could feel the hard ridge of his cock pressing against me nonetheless, digging into my hip. I took advantage of his temporary distraction and launched myself upward, twisting and throwing Zack off of me. I tumbled him onto the bed next to me and climbed onto him, smiling down at him with self-satisfied victory. Zack laughed out loud breathlessly, shaking his head, his dark eyes almost black with lust and glinting with amusement. “I thought you were supposed to be making it up to me,” he said, looking at me with challenge in his gaze.
“I am,” I said, straddling his hips. The skirt rolled up along my legs, barely covering anything anymore, and Zack glided his hands along my thighs, tickling and caressing me teasingly. I reached out and grabbed at the hem of his tee shirt, tugging it upward. “I mean, do you have a better idea than me going down on you? Because I’m all ears.”
Zack laughed again, pulling my blouse up and over my head. He tossed it across the room, sitting up slightly and throwing his arms up over his head to help me get his own shirt off of him.
“Okay—I’ll give you that. But I have a lot of ideas. This is just a start—you really owe me, after all.”
I rolled my eyes, smiling to myself. I shifted on top of Zack, moving my hips down to his thighs, and leaned down to kiss him on the lips hungrily. Zack crushed me against him, his hands moving over my back, touching me seemingly everywhere at once until I was almost distracted from the task I had in mind. I broke away from his lips, panting slightly with desire, and began to kiss a trail down along the line of his neck, over his collar bones. I took my time kissing his chest, nuzzling against the soft velvet skin with nearly no hair on it, listening to his pounding heart as I made my way slowly but inevitably downward. Zack let out a low groan when I nipped playfully against his abs, looking up to smirk at him. As I came nearer and nearer to my objective, I shifted down along his body, settling my weight just above his knees. I reached down and unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, revealing his boxer-briefs to my hungry, eager gaze.
I hooked my fingers in his jeans and tugged them down, over his hips; Zack arched up off of the bed, helping me. I got the thick fabric down to his knees and Zack kicked his pants the rest of the way off, lying there on the bed looking up at me with nothing but desire in his eyes. I pulled his underwear off next, grinning with unabashed delight at the sight of his hard, thick cock rising up proudly erect, freed from the confines of his clothes. I wasn’t even fully aware of what happened to Zack’s underwear; they seemed to disappear without a trace in an instant. The next moment I was straddling him, wrapping my hand around the base of his cock. I leaned in and brought my lips to just barely kiss the tip of him, looking up into his half-lidded eyes as I pumped him slowly but steadily. I finally wrapped my lips around the head of his erection, sucking and licking almost immediately, tasting the sharp bitter-salt of his precum beginning to flow.
Gradually, I took more and more of him into my mouth, bringing my lips to meet my fingers, moving my head slowly up and down as I worshipped him with my tongue, swirling it around the tip, pressing the tip in a long line along the underside, wrapping the slick muscle around him as I sucked harder and softer. I rubbed the base of his cock with my fingers, stroking him steadily in time with the bobbing of my head, bringing my fingers up to meet my lips and my lips down to meet my fingers. Zack reached out and somehow found the elastic holding my hair in the messy bun; he pulled carefully and my hair came tumbling down about my face and shoulders.
Zack’s fingertips brushed against my scalp, his hand tightening its grip as he became more and more turned on by what I was doing to him. I settled my weight on my legs, closing my eyes so I wouldn’t get dizzy as I gradually picked up my pace. I was able to take him into my mouth almost all the way—keeping my fingers wrapped around the base of his cock and plunging my mouth down onto him until my throat began to tickle with the beginnings of my gag reflex and then pulling back. I breathed through my nose, trying to dispel the reaction, trying to take him as much as I possibly could, wanting Zack to know how sorry I was, how much I wanted him, how deep my desire for him was. If I could make him come—as I had the last time we’d had sex—I could feel as though I was absolved of my shitty handling of the situation. Logically it made no sense, but in the buzzing hum of my deep arousal I couldn’t think of anything else I wanted.
I became utterly focused on Zack and giving him pleasure, barely even hearing the noise of the ongoing party, barely aware of the music pounding into the room through the walls. I could hear Zack moaning, feel his fingers tangling and tightening in my hair, feel his body tensing underneath me as his cock began to jerk and twitch between my lips. His hips moved in an instinctive rhythm, thrusting up to meet my mouth, but he was—even in the midst of his arousal—careful not to choke me. I heard my name on Zack’s lips over and over again even as my mouth filled with the taste of his salty-sharp precum, flowing more and more freely, coating my tongue. I reached down between Zack’s legs and cupped his balls carefully in my hand, jiggling them slightly, playing with them while I worked him with my mouth. Zack groaned out and I felt a hot spurt of his precum shoot ala
rmingly—and almost laughed. I suppressed the reflex and continued my worship, giving his balls a gentle squeeze, rubbing them carefully even as I bobbed my head faster and faster, swirling my tongue everywhere it could reach.
I felt the tension come over Zack’s body all at once; every muscle clenched and he let out a long, low moan, shuddering for just an instant. I backed off slightly, letting the first hot, sticky-slick spurt of his come shoot into my mouth before I continued sucking and licking, swallowing each burst of bitter-salt fluid that jolted out of him. After a few moments, Zack collapsed against the mattress, his grip on my hair easing, his body shuddering slightly as his cock began to soften. I swallowed the last of him and pulled back, letting him fall from my lips slick with saliva.
Zack’s eyes were open already as I sat up, smiling like the cat who’d finally gotten the canary, satisfied with myself beyond belief and incredibly turned on. “I cannot believe how good you are at that,” Zack said, shaking his head with a hazy grin.
“Well I was pretty motivated this time,” I said, slithering up along his body and kissing him on the lips. Zack plunged his tongue past my lips, tasting himself, crushing me against him with more strength than I thought he’d possess after such a climax.
“My turn,” he murmured lowly.
He sat up, pulling me around and up along the length of his body. Instead of stripping me down, he pulled my skirt all the way up over my hips, hooking his fingers in the waistband of my panties and tugging them down. I was already soaking wet—incredibly turned on by what I had just done to him, beyond belief. Zack nibbled at the sensitive skin just below my navel and nuzzled against my hip as he worked my panties down my legs. I shifted on top of him, somehow managing to contort myself enough to get my underwear off and cast it aside.
Zack spread my legs wide, lifting me up slightly with his strong arms. I cried out as he buried his face against my pussy, nuzzling my labia as his tongue slid up and down, working its way deeper and deeper between my folds. He held me in the position he wanted me in, my legs barely in contact with the bed, my balance entirely dependent on his strength as he teased my inner labia with the tip of his tongue, flicking it along the sensitive flesh until I was moaning and twisting, struggling to find leverage. He slid his tongue deep inside of me, past the meager resistance of my inner walls, plunging it as firmly into me as he possibly could while he held me in position. In a matter of moments I was moaning, reaching out blindly for something to hold onto, shaking with the need for more.
Zack teased me until I was certain I couldn’t take anymore, and then I was suddenly tumbling backwards, jolted at the last moment by an impact with a soft surface—his mattress. Before I could recover Zack had renewed his attacks, bringing the tip of his tongue up to my clit; he flicked the rough, slippery muscle against the tiny bead of nerves and sending tingling crackles of electric sensation throughout my body. I twisted and writhed, throwing my head back against the mattress, reaching out blindly to grab at Zack’s shoulders and head, threading my fingers in his hair as I pushed my hips down to meet his mouth. He sucked all of my pussy between his lips that he could, his tongue lashing up and down along my folds, finding my clit and then dancing away from it. I was whimpering, moaning, words of praise tumbling out of my lips without any thought, as pleasure jolted through me, obliterating my ability to think.
I couldn’t tell if we had been going at it for minutes or hours, but I felt the tension mounting inside of me, growing more and more like a steadily tightening knot somewhere below my navel, making me arch and twist and squirm for better contact. Finally, when I couldn’t possibly take it any longer, the tension broke all at once, the knot inside of my body unraveling in an instant. I cried out as wave after wave of pleasure shocked through me, crackling through every nerve and every vein. Zack didn’t let up—he kept sucking and licking, sending more and more sensation rocketing through my body. By the time the spasms of pleasure finally began to abate, I almost begged him to stop—my whole body oversensitive, shaking, my clit tingling almost uncomfortably from the overload. But Zack pulled back, giving my labia a lingering lick before he broke away from my body.
Zack kissed a rapid path up to my lips, lingering to lavish attention to the tops of my breasts along the way. I was shaking, trembling as he wrapped his arms around me tightly, kissing me hungrily. I held onto him tightly, hovering in a haze of orgasmic bliss for a long moment, unable to think of anything other than how good I felt.
“You do realize you’re not fully naked, don’t you?” Zack nibbled playfully at my neck, murmuring in my ear. I opened my eyes and looked down—realizing it for the first time since he had started to go down on me.
“I had forgotten. It didn’t seem to get in your way much.”
Zack grinned. He lifted me up off of the bed and reached around to my back, unhooking the clasp on my bra before he guided the fabric away from my body. Then he was tugging my skirt down over my hips, along my legs, tossing it aside and leaving me completely exposed to his hungry gaze. He trailed his hands all over me slowly, caressing and soothing me, cupping my breasts and stroking my arms and legs.
“Much better,” Zack said, kissing me lightly on the lips. I touched him everywhere I could reach, kneading his tight shoulders, running my fingers through his hair, caressing along the line of his spine.
“Have I mentioned how sorry I am that I acted like such an idiot?” I asked, still smiling dreamily.
“Oh trust me, I know exactly how sorry you are,” Zack said, kissing me hungrily until I was nearly breathless. He pulled back and looked down at me with a smile. “I think we can safely call it even now, don’t you?”
I laughed. “Okay, fine. We’re even.”
I reached down between our bodies and found Zack’s cock by touch. I wrapped my hand around him and gave him a long, slow stroke; Zack obediently started to harden immediately, his hips twisting and thrusting up into my touch. He groaned, burying his face against my neck for a moment as I stroked him until he was once more fully hard, the tip of his cock beginning to flow precum against my hand. Zack slipped his hand between my legs and began to caress me, his touch feather-light to start and then steadily firmer. He worked his fingers up between my labia, rubbing me slowly and steadily as I pumped him. In a matter of moments we were both burning up, our sweat running together, our bodies twisting against each other and our limbs tangling.
Zack moved my hand away and guided his cock up against me, rubbing up and down along my slick folds until I was panting with need. He thrust into me slowly, filling me up inch by inch, letting me feel his thick hardness as it pushed past the initial resistance of my body. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pushing my hips down to meet his thrust, kissing wherever my lips could reach. Zack dragged his lips along the line of my throat, bringing them up to my mouth as he began to rock his hips against mine, rubbing against me and pushing deeper and deeper into my body.
“Fuck, Evie,” Zack murmured, his hands moving over my body slowly, “you feel so good.”
“You, too,” I said, throwing my head back to give him better access to my neck.
Zack nipped at my sensitive skin, while his hand trailed upward from my waist to cup my breast. He twisted and rolled my nipple between his fingers, making me gasp and shiver underneath him. We moved together in a steady rhythm—I smiled to myself as I realized it was exactly the same rhythm that was blaring through the speakers outside, the music of the party going on downstairs. Every shift of our bodies sent more and more tingling pleasure through me, building up the tension deep down between my hips. I clung to Zack as if for life itself, writhing underneath him, hot and cold flashes flickering through me like electric fire.
I held myself back as much as I could, wanting to prolong the pleasure as long as possible. Zack picked up the pace of his thrusts, and I matched him, pushing down my hips to meet his thrusts. Every movement between our bodies brought more friction to bear against my clit, even as Zack pushed deeper and deeper
into me. I gripped his shoulders tightly, digging my nails into his skin, gasping and panting as the friction built up until I simply couldn’t control myself anymore. I cried out, clutching Zack close to me, my whole body tensing and then relaxing in turns as wave after wave of pleasure shot through me, racking me with the intensity of the sensations.
I was barely aware of it as Zack’s cock began to twitch and jerk inside of me, barely aware of the splash of sticky-slick heat that shot into me in spurts while we continued to move together until we simply couldn’t keep it up anymore. As the spasms of pleasure began to abate for both of us, I felt Zack sag against me and I drooped against the mattress, panting and so full of satisfied pleasure that I couldn’t think.
I stayed there for a long time, my mind drifting, music and the sounds of a few hundred partiers filtering through the walls as I caught my breath and tried to convince my pounding heart to slow down. Zack pulled himself up, falling to the bed next to me with his arms draped around me loosely, lazily touching me everywhere.
“I’m so glad you found me,” Zack said, burying his face against my neck and kissing me.
“I am, too. This is certainly a lot better than I expected.”
Zack laughed against my skin, pulling back and brushing my long hair out of my face before he kissed me hungrily, his hands coming to life along my curves, teasing me once more.
“Man, Evie—I was miserable without you. I don’t think you even know how much it hit me.”
I shrugged, still smiling. “I saw you play the other night. But I didn’t think…I just figured you’d move on once I froze you out.” I leaned in and kissed him lightly on the lips. “I was expecting you to have some girl in here, so I could feel justified.” Zack laughed again, kissing me hungrily as he started to touch me all over again, cupping my breasts, teasing my nipples and starting up the flames of desire inside of me again. “Hey—so what were you doing in here before I came?”
