And oh, God…the most amazing feeling ever.
My hands go back to fumbling with his zipper, and just when I think I’ve got it in my grasp, he sinks a finger deep inside of me.
“Aaaghh,” I moan as I throw my head back and grind myself on his hand.
“Fuck, Kate,” Zack groans. “That is so fucking sexy.”
I’m so delirious with pleasure that I have no control over my words. “Oh, man, you really do justice to a good F-bomb,” I say.
I can feel Zack’s body shake with a laugh and I want to reciprocate, but it’s far from funny when he pushes another finger into me. I cry out, then immediately bite down on the inside of my cheek so I don’t make a fool of myself.
I make one more attempt to get inside Zack’s pants and finally—thank you, sex gods above—the zipper opens and my hand is diving inside past his boxers. My fingers nudge against his dick, finally wrapping around his hardness while my other hand pushes at the waistband of his pants to get them lower.
Zack groans when I pull him free and start stroking him, causing him to pump his fingers in me harder. My body starts to tighten and my brain fogs with pure lust and the primal need to come.
“Zack,” I plead desperately, my hand faltering in my stroking of his cock. “I’m almost—”
Pulling his fingers out, Zack starts to circle them around my clit, which is slick with my own need. And immediately I’m bursting apart, pleasure ripping its way through my body. I cry out again, an animalistic sound that I didn’t know my body was capable of making.
“Yes,” Zack whispers in triumph as he stares down, his fingers still stroking me hard.
“Oh, damn,” I pant as my hand starts stroking his cock harder. “That was—”
“Want to see you do that one more time while I’m fucking you,” Zack groans, but then immediately his body goes absolutely still.
His head drops and a gust of frustration blows out of his mouth as he rests his forehead against mine. My own hand stills against him as I become leery of this sudden change.
“What’s wrong?” I ask with worry.
He gives a small shake of his head and takes in a deep breath. He lifts his head, and I see anger and frustration coming off of him in waves. “I don’t have a fucking condom.”
I blink at him…still a little overwhelmed by the shattering orgasm I just had. It’s not exactly penetrating, so I say, “What?”
“Condom,” he grits out. “I don’t have any. Haven’t needed any in years.”
And then it hits me. He hasn’t had sex since Gina died. He was in a monogamous relationship with her for years, so he hasn’t needed them.
“Oh,” I say with disappointment, because as good as that just felt, I cannot even begin to imagine what it would feel like to have Zack inside me.
His chest heaving, Zack steps away from me and his hands curl into fists. My hand releases my grip on his erection, which is still hard and generously weeping with pre-cum.
“Christ,” he curses in anger, his hand going to his cock. With wide eyes, I watch as he strokes himself. “I’m so fucking horny right now.”
I don’t even think…I let instinct and desire take over. I knock his hand away, curling my fingers back around his erection. Looking up at him, I say with a sassy smile, “I know it’s not the same, but no one walks out of this bathroom horny and wanting.”
Zack’s eyebrows rise along with the corners of his mouth, but the smile slides right back off when I give him a hard squeeze.
“Mmmmmm,” he moans, and closes his eyes.
Yup. I want to hear more of that.
“I’ve never done this before, but it can’t be that hard, right?” I ask him, because I really, really want to do this right.
“Jesus,” Zack mutters, and I look up at him. He’s staring down at me in amazement. One hand comes up to stroke my cheek. “You don’t have to.”
I smile at him. “True enough. But I want to. I really, really want to.”
“Then I’m not going to argue,” he says hoarsely, his hand now sliding into the hair at the side of my head.
“If I’m bad at it, just poke me or something. But I’m generally pretty good with my hands,” I tell him sincerely.
Zack lets out a bark of a laugh, followed by a low moan as I move my hand up and down his shaft. “There’s no way you could ever be bad at this.”
I hope he’s right, because since this is the first time he’s done this in a very long time, I want it to be not just good…I want it to be perfect for him. I want to obliterate the numbness from his body and I want to light him up with feeling.
With one last look at Zack, I whisper, “I hope you like this.”
Then I lean forward and give him a kiss at the base of his throat. Zack’s hips jerk and his hand tightens in my hair. Emboldened, I start stroking him harder and faster, using my thumb to circle around the head. His skin is hot but velvety, and his erection jumps in my hand when something feels especially good to him. I take a moment to relish the feeling of him in my hand.
That Zack Grantham’s cock is in my hand.
I let instinct and the need to please him take over. I move my mouth assuredly against his neck, sucking and biting lightly—but definitely not hard enough to leave a mark. I let my other hand roam his chest, playing with his nipples. I let the sounds and movements he makes guide me as to what really turns him on. I have it figured out pretty quickly, and when I pick up my pace, Zack’s hips start providing some counterthrust.
My hands go back to fumbling with his zipper, and just when I think I’ve got it in my grasp, he sinks a finger deep inside of me.
“Aaaghh,” I moan as I throw my head back and grind myself on his hand.
“Fuck, Kate,” Zack groans. “That is so fucking sexy.”
I’m so delirious with pleasure that I have no control over my words. “Oh, man, you really do justice to a good F-bomb,” I say.
I can feel Zack’s body shake with a laugh and I want to reciprocate, but it’s far from funny when he pushes another finger into me. I cry out, then immediately bite down on the inside of my cheek so I don’t make a fool of myself.
I make one more attempt to get inside Zack’s pants and finally—thank you, sex gods above—the zipper opens and my hand is diving inside past his boxers. My fingers nudge against his dick, finally wrapping around his hardness while my other hand pushes at the waistband of his pants to get them lower.
Zack groans when I pull him free and start stroking him, causing him to pump his fingers in me harder. My body starts to tighten and my brain fogs with pure lust and the primal need to come.
“Zack,” I plead desperately, my hand faltering in my stroking of his cock. “I’m almost—”
Pulling his fingers out, Zack starts to circle them around my clit, which is slick with my own need. And immediately I’m bursting apart, pleasure ripping its way through my body. I cry out again, an animalistic sound that I didn’t know my body was capable of making.
“Yes,” Zack whispers in triumph as he stares down, his fingers still stroking me hard.
“Oh, damn,” I pant as my hand starts stroking his cock harder. “That was—”
“Want to see you do that one more time while I’m fucking you,” Zack groans, but then immediately his body goes absolutely still.
His head drops and a gust of frustration blows out of his mouth as he rests his forehead against mine. My own hand stills against him as I become leery of this sudden change.
“What’s wrong?” I ask with worry.
He gives a small shake of his head and takes in a deep breath. He lifts his head, and I see anger and frustration coming off of him in waves. “I don’t have a fucking condom.”
I blink at him…still a little overwhelmed by the shattering orgasm I just had. It’s not exactly penetrating, so I say, “What?”
“Condom,” he grits out. “I don’t have any. Haven’t needed any in years.”
And then it hits me. He hasn’t had sex since Gina died. He was in a monogamous relationship with her for years, so he hasn’t needed them.
“Oh,” I say with disappointment, because as good as that just felt, I cannot even begin to imagine what it would feel like to have Zack inside me.
His chest heaving, Zack steps away from me and his hands curl into fists. My hand releases my grip on his erection, which is still hard and generously weeping with pre-cum.
“Christ,” he curses in anger, his hand going to his cock. With wide eyes, I watch as he strokes himself. “I’m so fucking horny right now.”
I don’t even think…I let instinct and desire take over. I knock his hand away, curling my fingers back around his erection. Looking up at him, I say with a sassy smile, “I know it’s not the same, but no one walks out of this bathroom horny and wanting.”
Zack’s eyebrows rise along with the corners of his mouth, but the smile slides right back off when I give him a hard squeeze.
“Mmmmmm,” he moans, and closes his eyes.
Yup. I want to hear more of that.
“I’ve never done this before, but it can’t be that hard, right?” I ask him, because I really, really want to do this right.
“Jesus,” Zack mutters, and I look up at him. He’s staring down at me in amazement. One hand comes up to stroke my cheek. “You don’t have to.”
I smile at him. “True enough. But I want to. I really, really want to.”
“Then I’m not going to argue,” he says hoarsely, his hand now sliding into the hair at the side of my head.
“If I’m bad at it, just poke me or something. But I’m generally pretty good with my hands,” I tell him sincerely.
Zack lets out a bark of a laugh, followed by a low moan as I move my hand up and down his shaft. “There’s no way you could ever be bad at this.”
I hope he’s right, because since this is the first time he’s done this in a very long time, I want it to be not just good…I want it to be perfect for him. I want to obliterate the numbness from his body and I want to light him up with feeling.
With one last look at Zack, I whisper, “I hope you like this.”
Then I lean forward and give him a kiss at the base of his throat. Zack’s hips jerk and his hand tightens in my hair. Emboldened, I start stroking him harder and faster, using my thumb to circle around the head. His skin is hot but velvety, and his erection jumps in my hand when something feels especially good to him. I take a moment to relish the feeling of him in my hand.
That Zack Grantham’s cock is in my hand.
I let instinct and the need to please him take over. I move my mouth assuredly against his neck, sucking and biting lightly—but definitely not hard enough to leave a mark. I let my other hand roam his chest, playing with his nipples. I let the sounds and movements he makes guide me as to what really turns him on. I have it figured out pretty quickly, and when I pick up my pace, Zack’s hips start providing some counterthrust.
