by Hunter Rose
I shut my eyes as the heat flows over me. Phosphenes appear in a random sequence of blinding light and specs of stardust. They materialize as all the colors in the rainbow. At the same time, paralyzing pleasure flows over me, claiming my entire body as I come apart below Zac. I can still feel him pulsating inside of me as I melt onto his cock. His heavy breathing intermingles with my deep gasps as I attempt to inhale as much air as possible, lest I collapse onto the table.
If I thought that the orgasm this morning was intense then this is ten times more powerful. There’s just something deliriously proprietary about having his cock in my pussy while he pours inside of me. As I feel the last of the heat leave my body, I swear to get tested and to convince Zac to do the same. I must feel his flesh and have him fill me with his love.
“Jesus, Stella. That was incredible.” Zac breathes heavily. I can feel the air whizz past my ear.
“Yeah, I had the most unbelievable climax.” I feel my legs shudder beneath me. If my upper body wasn’t sandwiched on the table by Zac’s weight, I would have collapsed onto the floor.
I purr contently when Zac kisses my spine all the way up to my neck. He grips my chin in his hand and kisses me like he truly needs me. My heart swells in my chest as I find myself kissing him back passionately with the same force, but I’m saddened when I feel his cock slip out from inside of me as Zac turns my body toward him.
He slips the sheath off his cock and places it on the table next to me. I can’t help sneaking a furtive glimpse at it. Jesus, the thing is soaking. Big cock, big load—a thousand years ago, I’d have one pregnancy every year with such a man. I shudder, because I don’t know why I always have such thoughts about him. Every time I’m with Zac, I think about being with him as his partner. It’s weird because when I was with Troy, I never thought of having babies and the like.
When the last vestiges of orgasm finally leave me and reality sets in, I start feeling apprehensive. I don’t want to be left in a position to get hurt again. My breathing speeds up until the only thing I can hear is my heart pounding in my chest. Troy had left me hanging. His lack of feelings towards me had saddened me and weakened my self-esteem. He never had the same hold over me as I sense Zac is starting to have, but it had hurt, nonetheless.
With my heart hammering away like a piston in an engine, I wait for Zac to say something. Telling me that what we had just done was incredible was a start. Now, I need a little more reassurance. I relish feeling him close to me. He seems as reluctant as I am to release our hold of each other. For the moment, he seems content to have his nose buried in my hair.
“Stella?”
I tense when I hear his voice. I don’t know for how long we have been standing in his kitchen holding onto each other. “Yes?”
“We better put our stuff back on in case Azure comes down here.”
I nod as I start to gather my things. In moments, I have my panties and skirt back on and, shortly after, my bra is back in place. I swallow in disappointment when I see Zac’s big cock vanish inside of his briefs. Despite being immensely sexually satisfied, I can’t wait to have that thing inside of me again.
“So, what happens now?” I ask. I watch Zac carefully. The whole atmosphere in the kitchen has changed since we had sex together. I can almost see the tension floating on the air.
Zac shrugs as he picks up the used condom and wraps it in kitchen paper. “I guess we can have a beer now. Nothing like it after some really good sex.” After he throws the paper with the condom in the trash, he moves toward the fridge casually.
Is that all I am to him—good sex? I frown. I don’t like the flippant way he’s behaving. Zac’s treating me like some slut he picked up in a bar and took home for a one-night stand. I know things progressed really fast between us, but that is still no reason to make me feel as bad as I do. What we just did to one another was magic and it had felt so right.
“Do you want a drink?”
“What?” I am too lost in my own world to hear Zac.
“Do you want a drink?” Zac frowns at me. For a millisecond, I think I see concern register on his face.
“If you’re having one.”
“I’m having a beer . . . you?”
“White wine if you have it.”
“Nope, you’ll have to make do with a brewski.” Zac opens the fridge and removes a large bottle. I can’t help but see that the fridge is full of beer, meat, milk, eggs, and other stuff. Nothing remotely girlish is in there.
“That’s a fancy bottle for a beer.”
“Yeah, it’s great stuff. I get it from this craft brewery nearby. It sure beats the regular beer you get at the supermarket. You want to try some?”
“Sure.” I don’t like beer, but as Zac had so glibly declared, sex makes you thirsty.
I watch him take two glasses from the cabinet next to the fridge and pour the beer. “Here you go,” he says, handing me a glass. Zac doesn’t take his eyes off me as I sniff the contents carefully.
“Cheers.” Zac holds out his frothing glass.
“Cheers.” I take a sip and my eyes open a fraction wider. “This is good.”
“Yeah, Cellador Ales make it.” Zac studies me for a few heartbeats as I move about the kitchen. “Why don’t we sit down before you fall down?” Zac pulls out a chair for me and indicates with his head toward it.
I sit down gratefully. I take another sip of beer. “So, what now?” I blurt. The curiosity is killing me. I can’t wait another second without knowing where we are heading with this, with us.
Zac cocks an eyebrow. “What does it look like? Just two people having a drink after some insanely hot sex.” He shakes his head at the memory and whistles happily.
I could kill him. He’s treating what happened between as something meaningless. “Is that all it is to you?” I snap. I can’t hold back. The expression on my face is wild. “Two people having crazy sex?”
“Well, uh, yeah. I really liked it.” Zac frowns.
I can see that Zac is surprised by my little outburst. Judging by the confusion playing on his face, he’s just not used to being in a relationship. When was the last one? With his wife? I don’t know, as we never spoke about it. I decide to let him off the hook this time. You, Zac Wells, have a few weeks to get your bearings and then I’ll come down on you like a ton of bricks if you haven’t figured out what I want. Your ‘single dad and no clue about relationships’ bonus can’t last forever. “Yes, I liked it as well,” I say, softening the expression on my face. It takes a lot of effort. I just want Zac to take me into his arms and tell me that he loves me. It’s sudden, but I don’t care anymore.
He nods with relief. He takes a pleasurable slug of his beer and refills the glass. After another sip, he looks me in the eyes. “I better get you home.”
I sigh. It was exactly what I expected. It would have been too much to ask to sleep over. He would never allow it because of his daughter. I think it’s really cute, but a grown man can’t have his teenage girl dictating the terms of the way her dad leads his life. I drain my glass and get to my feet. “We best go then.” I bend over and pick up my handbag. When I stand upright again, I see Zac smirking at me. “What?”
“We still on?”
I frown. “Still on?”
“Yeah, we said back at the restaurant that we would spend more time together. I thought we could start tomorrow.” He shrugs his shoulders. “And besides, we have that bag of yours to empty.” A throaty laugh escapes his mouth.
I feel the heat rise to my face. I laugh nervously. “Maybe I was a little enthusiastic and greedy.” I say, thinking of the many condoms in my bag, but it’s the least of my concerns. Zac wants to hang out with me, and I can only feel triumphant about it. It means that he would like us to move to the next level, even if he doesn’t know it yet. He’s following his instincts.
Zac guffaws. “Oh, I don’t know. When we have a little more time together, we might get through them all.”
“I was thinking that we could ge
t tests so that we don’t have to use them anymore.” Perhaps it’s sudden, but I can’t help it. I want to feel him, all of him.
“Oh, tell me what you have in mind, Stella,” says Zac, directing me to the door.
28
Zacchary
It’s starting to feel really weird having Stella over at my place most nights. Ever since we ate each other out and fucked like crazy in my kitchen, Stella, Azure, and I have been acting like a little family. It took only one home-cooked meal with Stella for my daughter to completely accept her. Barely three nights later, Azure said that I was behaving like a big baby. When I had asked her why, she had said that it was obvious that Stella and I dug each other and that it was about time that she slept over.
When I had asked Azure whether she was totally okay with it, she had rolled her eyes in her customary fashion and said of course. She had also added that she expected the same leniency when she brought her first boyfriend over. I had laughed at that. In hindsight, I no longer find her request as amusing. Stella had already hinted to me that Azure was eying one particular young man at school. The prospect makes me sick.
I look at my watch. Another fifteen minutes until the girls will be joining me from their underwear shopping tour that I, thanks to Stella, did not have to partake in. If they’re on time, that is. How fast can three weeks go by? The flight of time is something truly incredible. It can pass by so slowly when you’re bored and seem to vanish into nothingness when you’re having a great time. Judging by the passage of the past weeks, I’m having a blast.
I half-expected Stella to be spoilt and difficult, but she is totally the opposite. She can get her hands dirty, knows how to cook, and doesn’t have to eat in fancy restaurants all the time. Stella has no qualms about my place other than that it is a man’s residence and needs to exude some female charm. Stella and Azure have taken to that recently with horrific female bravura. Only thanks to my demonstrating what it would feel like if I spanked them did I manage to save the prime position of my 55-inch TV in the living room.
I scowl when I think of the fridge. Presently, it’s full of healthy products and space for my beer and meat has been limited to the bare minimum. I don’t mind all that much because the meals Stella produces with all her ingredients are damn good. She’s a real whizz in the kitchen. According to her, it’s thanks to her dad’s cook, who taught her everything she knows.
This evening we’re going out for dinner and I’m dreading the prospect. Stella said that she was inviting us to her favorite place and after that, we’re going to the movies. That was some consolation, at least. If the food is going to be too girly, I can always stuff my face with popcorn or nachos at the cinema.
When I get to the address Stella gave me, I guffaw. “Sushi Yuzu. Trust those two to choose a sushi place.” I walk in. Promptly, a Japanese lady approaches me. I say Stella’s surname and she nods happily. Shortly after, she directs me to my seat at the bar facing the sushi chef.
When I have plunked my weight down, I order a Japanese beer. I watch the meticulous preparation of the fish and rice rolls by the highly skilled chef performing his art in front of me. I have never seen it done before. I press my lips together. Maybe this stuff isn’t as bad as I thought. When my beer arrives, I gratefully take a sip.
I’m surprised when I look at the menu, since this place is nowhere near as expensive as Nobu. It allows me to breathe a sigh of relief.
“What do you think, Zac? Cool place huh?” says Stella, leaning down and planting a big kiss on my lips. She lingers there far too long.
It still takes some getting used to. It was bad enough finding her next to me in bed most mornings but getting kisses every time we part and reunite is something that I can’t seem to get used to. Azure thinks it’s so cute to see her dad being kissed by a woman. It’s been such a long time that I’ve forgotten what it’s like to have a girlfriend.
“Yeah, the place is pretty cool. That dude over there sure knows what he’s doing.” I point at the sushi chef. “Hey, Azure,” I say to my daughter in greeting. She looks supremely pleased with herself.
“Hey, dad.” My daughter stretches her cheek out for me to kiss. It is an improvement. Ever since Stella started playing a more prominent role in our lives, Azure allows me to kiss her again.
“So, you ladies find anything good?”
Azure rolls her eyes. She no longer does it as much since Stella had told her that boys think it looks stupid. “As if we would tell you, dad.”
“Sorry, I just wanted to know whether you had any luck, that’s all.”
Stella smiles at me and strokes my cheek. “Your daughter is now fully decked out with new underwear. I must say, the poor thing hardly had anything to wear, Zac.”
I shrug. “Well, I don’t know the first thing about women’s underwear.”
Stella studies me knowingly. She moves closer and whispers into my ear. “Maybe we’re going to have to give you a few more pointers later, mister.”
I smirk at her. “Yeah . . . I’m going to pull off your panties with my teeth.” I flash her feral grimace, making her giggle.
“What are you two laughing about?” Azure shifts her gaze from her smartphone’s display for only a fraction of a second.
“As if I would tell you, Azure.” I guffaw. My hilarity soon disappears when I see my daughter texting. I frown at her. “Stop using that damn thing when we’re at the table. I’m sure that whoever it is can wait until we’re finished.”
“Dad, this is really important.”
“Just put it away, Azure.” I wait for my daughter to finish what she’s doing. When she sees that I am still staring at her, she stops and places the phone on the counter with a sigh.
“It’s okay, Zac. I still do it all the time. It drives my father insane.”
I grunt. “Then it’s a habit the both of you are going to have to stop.” I slide the menu over to Stella. “What are we going to have? As you are the expert on this stuff, I’m going to leave it up to you. Just make sure I get that sashimi stuff I tried at Nobu and lots of it. I could eat a horse or, better said in this place, a whale.” I laugh at my own joke. Azure thinks I’m acting ridiculous again and Stella is already concentrating on our food order.
After a heated discussion between Azure and Stella about the different options on the menu, we finally get to order when I put my foot down. I swear, girls can make something out of nothing if you let them. I don’t listen to Stella and Azure making the order. The Japanese lady who escorted me in earlier nods approvingly. Unbelievable, for ten minutes it had sounded as if Stella and Azure were going to kill each other, but they were speaking woman, a language I never understood and probably never will.
“Stella says that they have the best sushi rolls in town.”
“And since when have you become so keen on sushi?”
“Dad, for like forever, but you’d never take me.” Azure looks at me impishly. “Now, I hear that you ate sashimi on your date with Stella a few weeks ago and liked it. What a guy will do for a girl when he’s in love,” She says with a dreamy sigh that soon turns into a boisterous laugh.
I blanche. “In love.” I chortle. It is the wrong thing to do. I can feel Stella bristle next to me. I lift my hands. “Stella, we’re doing great and all. I, I—”
“Yes, Zacchary Wells. I’m listening and this better be good or else.”
Sure, I really dig Stella, but love? Saying that is just so final. I’m grateful for the beer in front of me, as drinking it occupies my mouth for a while longer. I know that I will have to come up with something to say very soon. Both my daughter and Stella are staring at me without respite. “We have it good, don’t we, Stella?”
Azure and Stella roll their eyes in perfect synchronicity. “Yeah, Zac . . . we do, very much so.” I’m relieved that Stella even manages to laugh. “You’re out of practice, but so incredibly cute. I’ll let you off this time, but if you can’t come up with anything better in the weeks to come . . .” Stella mo
ves closer until her lips nearly brush my ear. “You can say goodbye to sex and that would be a real shame since I got our tests back with this morning’s post.”
“Oh.” I suddenly have the incredible urge to fuck Stella. To feel her pussy without a rubber is going to be incredible and I can’t wait.
“I know that look, Zac. You’re just going to have to wait a while longer. First, we have a great sushi dinner before us and then the movies.” Stella turns away from me to face my daughter. “Are we still in agreement that it’s Girls Trip or The House with Will Ferrell?”
Azure nods excitedly. I scowl. Things have changed with two women in the house. I now have to negotiate when I want to watch the newest episode of Game of Thrones. I decide that I’m going to have to put my foot down more often in future. “What about the War for the Planet of the Apes or Dunkirk?”
Azure bursts out laughing. Stella looks at me as if I asked her to swallow a turd. “Not likely, Who wants to watch something so depressing on a Sunday night?” says Azure.
“I would.” I thank the waitress for the food she places before us. I look at it and think how in the hell I am going to walk out of here with a full stomach. Automatically, I think of the theatres with the best hotdogs in town. “Tell you what, why don’t you and Stella watch that Girls’ Night Out crap and I’ll go and watch Planet of the Apes.” I skewer a piece of fish with one of my chopsticks and pop it into my mouth. I never saw the point of going to the movies with people. You sit in silence throughout the whole thing anyway. It’s not like eating dinner. Here company is nice if it’s the right one.
“Dad!” Azure looks horrified. “You don’t use chopsticks like that. Here, let me show you.” She takes my hand and places my fingers onto the wooden sticks, talking special care that they are all in the right place.