by Claire Adams
Zack’s hips began to move automatically, thrusting up to meet my mouth, but I kept him exactly where I wanted him, bringing my tongue under and running the tip along the vein I knew followed the length of his cock. I closed my eyes and began to pick up my pace gradually, sucking and licking, my hand working the part closer to the base where my mouth simply couldn’t reach. I had one part of my mind on the progress of the song playing over my stereo and the rest on what I was doing, thinking of what I knew he liked, what I knew all men liked. Zack’s cock twitched as it met the back of my throat, and I swallowed, breathing carefully until the gag reflex passed before I began bobbing my head once more. He groaned and gasped, his fingers threading in my hair, tugging lightly—carefully—as I worked him, as I worshipped him with my lips and tongue. I barely—barely—grazed the skin near the head with my teeth, and Zack’s back arched on my bed, his eyes squeezing shut and a long, load moan leaving him all at once. The next song came on, and I began moving faster, pumping him with one hand while I bobbed my head, tightening my lips around him and sucking him—I thought of it like trying to suck a thick milkshake through a straw.
My other hand trailed along his inner thigh, and I carefully—carefully—cupped his balls, giving him the lightest squeeze to test his reaction. Zack let out something between a cry and a shout, and his precum began to flow more freely, his cock twitching and jerking erratically between my lips. I relaxed my mouth and then tightened it again, fluttering my lips around him, sucking harder and then softer, letting my tongue wander and squirm against him. I was listening to the song playing, keeping pace with it, and remembering in the back of my mind when the crescendo would happen. As the song built up I split my attention between it and Zack; just the act of doing this, of having him in my mouth, was turning me on all over again, building up the fire I had felt when he’d started to touch me. I worked him as hard as I could, hearing the shrieking, churning climax of the song.
Right before the end, right when it was starting to die off, Zack let out a long, low groan and I felt his balls in my hand tighten up, pull up towards his body. The first spurt of hot, salty-bitter cum shot into my mouth, sticky slick and coating my tongue. I continued sucking and licking, swallowing automatically, as wave after wave filled my mouth, almost but not quite triggering my gag reflex once more. The next song started while he was still finishing, the last few spurts of his come hitting my tongue, and I pulled back, looking down on him with a self-satisfied smirk as Zack, eyes still closed, sagged against my bed. He was panting, not quite trembling from the force of his orgasm, and I could see the rapid flutter of his pulse at his throat.
I climbed back into the bed and his arms, and for a long moment there was nothing but the music swirling around us, punctuated by Zack’s gasping breaths. Then his hands came to life, reaching out and grabbing me, pulling me close to him.
“Fuck, Evie,” he murmured, still panting slightly. “You are amazing at that. I want to say you cheated, but it’s just because I didn’t know you were that good.”
I preened, smoothing my hair and grinning into his face. “You know I’m not some prude. I’ve been with other guys since you.”
There was a flicker of something in Zack’s dark eyes but he grinned. “Yeah, I’d have to assume so. There’s no way you could study yourself into being that good.”
I rolled my eyes. “I did that too, you know. I like knowing how to do things better. So it’s official that I won, right?”
Zack groaned, letting his head fall to the mattress. “I should argue that since I finished coming after the song ended it doesn’t count, but I don’t have the will to fight it. Yes, you won. You get to call the shots in a few minutes when we finally fuck again.”
I laughed. “If you’re going to lose you should lose gracefully,” I reminded him, poking him playfully in the chest. Zack grabbed up my hand and brought it to his lips, kissing my palm lazily.
“I seem to have heard that somewhere before.” He pulled my body close to his, and I felt him already starting to get hard again. I laughed.
“Seriously? You’re already ready to go again?”
Zack chuckled, taking a few deep breaths. “Well, you’re the only one that can get a rise out of me like that, so soon. So consider yourself privileged.”
“It’s just because I’m way too hot for you.” I could feel the heat—the heat of my own desire—getting more and more intense. I was glad he was ready to go again already. If I’d had to wait much longer I’d have started touching myself.
“You’re the smart one and the hot one. Okay, Evie—what’s it going to be?” I turned over onto my back and peered up at Zack.
“You on top. To the beat of the song—whatever song happens to be on—until we both come.”
Zack listened to the song that was on at the moment. I reached down and wrapped my hand around his still-hardening cock, giving him a few strokes to finish the work of getting him ready.
“Okay,” Zack said.
The song that was playing over the speakers was a steady, not-quite-slow pace, and Zack covered my body with his own, slipping between my legs and repaying my kindness in bringing him to full erection by spreading my labia and giving my clit a quick, firm stroke. He guided his cock up against me and thrust into me slowly, letting me feel every inch of him pushing past the initial resistance of my body. I breathed in, wrapping my arms around his shoulders, draping my legs around his waist, pushing my hips down to meet his thrusts as he fell into the rhythm of the song. It wasn’t familiar to him—he kept working to keep up, to slow down or move faster as the song meandered along. I grinned to myself, satisfied with my strategy and feeling so completely turned on by the syncopated rhythm that Zack and I were creating. The friction built up, my muscles tightening around him, our movements falling in together as we listened to the song and each other.
It transitioned into a much slower song—a ballad—and Zack smiled briefly.
“I know this one,” he told me, kissing me lazily on the lips as he slowed his thrusts.
He plunged deeper and deeper inside of me, taking advantage of the slow pace to make me feel him, really feel him. He was thick and hard, almost scorching hot inside of me. My muscles fluttered around him as he ground his hips up against mine, somehow finding a way to rub right up against my clit even as his cock rubbed my inner walls with every movement. We kissed each other all over, everywhere our lips could reach, while our hands explored each other’s bodies, touching and teasing, caressing and kneading. It was sweet—delicious friction building up, making me almost impatient even though it felt absolutely amazing. Zack didn’t let up; he kept pushing into me, shifting his hips to get the best possible angle.
He found my g-spot just as the song concluded, and I shuddered against him at the sudden jolt of intense sensation that shocked me. The next song came on and Zack picked up his pace accordingly—I was more than ready for it. I pushed my hips down to meet his, clutching him close as we moved together in rhythm. I couldn’t be sure where the music ended and our bodies began; everything swirled in a blur of color and sound, feeling and taste. I could even smell the ocean-and-sweat scent of our bodies moving together in the cool air of the room.
Zack thrust into me steadily, brushing up against my g-spot with every other stroke, until I was gasping and panting, moaning and crying out in pleasure. I couldn’t take anymore, I thought—if I had to go through another song, one that might be slower, I would die from the pleasure eating away at my brain with no release. Zack reached down between my legs and began to stroke and rub my clit with his fingers even as he pounded up into me, in time with the fast-paced end of the song. I cried out and clutched his body to mine as the first jolt of orgasm shot through my body. I continued moving—and Zack thrust into me relentlessly, carrying the rhythm he had fallen into even after the song ended. I no longer cared; I was consumed with the feeling of pleasure washing through my body, how good it was. It wasn’t as intense, as mind-shattering as the firs
t one, but it was more pleasant for that. I managed to hold onto consciousness as wave after wave of sensation crashed through me, and I felt Zack’s body tense against mine as he reached his own orgasm, letting out a long, low groan that filled my ears, blocking out the song playing over my speakers.
We rode through our orgasms, not stopping in our movements until we were both utterly spent; then Zack collapsed against me heavily, burying his face against my breasts as we both panted. I went half-away for a long moment, the music filtering through my head in an ebb and flow of distorted guitars and twisting, sweet-and-then-sharp vocals, and heavy drums. I was tingling all over, hot and cold flashes of sensation crackling through me. I was contented; utterly satisfied in a way I hadn’t been in years, my breath slowing gradually and my rapid pace calming with it.
Zack pulled himself up and shifted onto the bed next to me, draping his arms around me loosely.
“That was a really good idea,” he said, smiling slightly.
“I know. I always thought about it before but never really tried it with anyone.” Zack brushed a lock of hair out of my face lightly, his dark eyes peering down into mine.
“God you’re going to ruin me,” he said, shaking his head. “Good at oral, full of great ideas for how to make sex better—I’m going to fail out.”
I rolled my eyes and grinned, my cheeks warming with a blush. “Yeah well, you’re still responsible for your own choices. Study if you need to. You can always get more sex—you can’t get more hours in the day.”
Zack laughed. “You aren’t entirely changed from the girl I knew and loved in high school,” he told me. “You’ve still got your eyes on the prize. If I had ever interfered with your studies back then you’d have broken up with me immediately.”
I raised one finger. “I actually did break up with you for a while and for exactly that reason.” Zack furrowed his brow in confusion. “Oh, I didn’t tell you then but yeah. When we broke up for like two weeks in spring of my freshman year, it was totally because my grades had started slipping and I couldn’t even handle the idea that it was because of a boy.”
“Leave it to you,” Zack said, shaking his head. “But you got back together with me.”
I shrugged. “I was miserable without you, and anyway, I knew I just had to do better at being a student. Make better choices.”
Zack laughed. “Yeah, you were always good at pointing the hose at me—so to speak—when I got you too distracted from what you were doing.”
We both fell into a doze and I thought about the time I had spent with Zack when we had been in high school together, listening to the music and enjoying the closeness of his body next to me in the bed. My mind drifted in sleepy circles as Zack’s hands trailed over my body, touching and teasing me lightly. I knew neither of us was up to another round; not yet, anyway. But every last bit of tension was out of my body. It wasn’t like anything had been when we’d been together. There was a kind of sweetness to the ache I felt between my legs that I knew could easily be addictive. I closed my eyes as the music flowed around me and just floated.
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