Slammed #4 (The Slammed Romance Series - Book #4)

by Adams, Claire

  I kicked them the rest of the way down from my knees, desperate for more contact between our bodies. I wrapped my legs around Zack’s waist and pushed my hips down against his. I was soaking wet, my whole body needy for him, my hands touching everywhere I could reach. Zack groaned as I rubbed myself against the hard ridge of his cock in his pants, gasping and shuddering as the friction bloomed right on my clit. He began to rock his hips up against mine, rubbing firmly against me, and I felt myself soaking through my panties, getting closer and closer to orgasm just from the friction.

  “God I’ve wanted you so much,” Zack murmured against my breasts, nuzzling against me before he brought his lips up to mine once more. He pulled me up just a little bit and reached around to my back, his hands trailing against my already sweat-slick skin to find the clasp of my bra.

  I had no idea of how it happened—time went away—but then I was completely naked in his arms, rubbing my pussy against him as we moved together; at some point Zack’s clothes had fallen off, too, sent away to some corner of the room where we might never find them. He reached down between my legs and started to stroke and rub me firmly with his fingers, pressing against my clit and then retreating, torturing me with constant, teasing sensation. I twisted and writhed underneath him, wanting more contact, wanting to feel him inside of me—and then his fingers were, plunging deep into my pussy, rubbing along my inner walls to find my elusive g-spot as his thumb swirled in tight little circles around my clit.

  “Fuck—Zack—Oh, god…Zack, please,” I heard my voice but didn’t think of the words that were tumbling out of my lips as he worked me with his fingers, twisting and curling them inside of me, dragging them along my tight, wet inner walls. I shuddered against him, crying out as he brushed my pleasure center.

  I had to hold onto him very tightly; my whole body was shaking, my arms and legs seemed to have no bones in them at all as Zack began to drag his fingertips against my g-spot again and again, swallowing down my moans as he kissed me. Every muscle in my body tensed and released erratically, my body flexing around his fingers as if it didn’t want them to ever leave. I threw my head back against the pillows, my fingernails digging into his shoulder, into his back, as I hit orgasm all at once, pleasure coursing through my veins, sensation lighting up my nervous system. Zack murmured praise, encouragement in my ears that I could barely follow, while wave after wave racked me, pleasure intense it might have been pain. He finally began to slow down as the spasms began to abate, continuing to rub my clit but barely thrusting his fingers inside of me as my moans of pleasure began to slow down and then stop.

  I lay there underneath him, panting, and my heart racing for a long time. My mind was a haze of pleasure, tingling electric aftershocks working through every nerve of my body. “Oh my God,” I said, as my breath started to return to normal finally. I shook my head, smiling like an idiot but not caring in the slightest. “I had almost forgotten how good you are at that. It’s not fair.”

  Zack chuckled lowly, and I opened my eyes in time to see him bring his fingers up to his lips and lick them clean of my fluids.

  “I’ll have to make sure that you never forget it again, then,” he told me with a little cocky grin.

  I laughed, rolling my eyes. “I can still get you off in ten minutes or less with my mouth and don’t you forget that.”

  Zack kissed me and I could taste myself on his lips and tongue—I was surprised by how much I liked it.

  “Evie, I will never, ever be able to forget that,” Zack told me, kissing me on the lips again. “It is absolutely seared on my memory—I may have actually gotten off to it a few times while we were apart.” Zack’s hands moved over my body slowly but steadily, caressing and exploring my curves.

  “Good. I should show you that again sometime.” Zack grinned, beginning to rock his hips against mine, letting me feel how hard he still was. “Is that a hint?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

  “No. No, it’s not a hint. I’ll be more than happy to be reminded about how good you are with your tongue later. Right now, all I want is to be inside of you.”

  I could feel myself starting to get turned on again; I was already soaking wet from my first orgasm, and as the last aftershocks of pleasure glittering along my nerves began to abate, I was nearly ready to go again. I kissed Zack hungrily, reaching down between our bodies. I wrapped my hand around his thick, hard cock and began to stroke him slowly, not wanting to work him too hard—I wanted him inside of me as much as he wanted to be inside of me, if not more—but wanting to tease him the way he’d teased me. Zack groaned, breaking away from my lips to bury his face against my neck as I rubbed the tip of his cock with my thumb. He thrust into my hand, rocking his hips in time with my touch, his body going tense against me.

  I brought him right up to the edge, paying attention to every detail—how his cock twitched between my fingers, how he moved, the sound of his moans—and then I backed off, chuckling at his frustrated groan.

  “You were the one who said you wanted to be inside of me,” I told him playfully.

  Zack pulled himself up and shook his head, smiling in spite of his obvious frustration.

  “Okay, that’s fair,” he said.

  He shifted down between my legs and brought his hips up against mine. He began to rock, and I shivered as his hot, hard cock slipped between the slick folds of my pussy, rubbing up against my inner labia and my clit. He turned my teasing around on me, tormenting me with the sensation of his cock pressed against my most sensitive flesh, rubbing and gliding, sliding in the midst of my slickness until all I could think about was how much I wanted him inside of me. Finally, we both seemed to agree at the same time that torturing ourselves was just no longer fair. Zack pulled himself up and reached down between us, guiding the top of his cock against my labia.

  He thrust into me slowly, letting me feel every inch of him pushing past the feeble resistance of my body, deeper and deeper into my pussy. I shivered—he felt so good; so hot and hard and perfect inside of me, I almost couldn’t take it. Zack and I began to move together almost at once, kissing each other hungrily. I pushed my hips down to meet his thrusts, flexing my muscles around him. Tingling hot and cold waves of sensation shot through my body, pleasure building up inside of me with every movement of Zack’s hips as he filled me up over and over again, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting into me once more. I wanted the slow pace to never end—but I wanted it to speed up all at the same time, as more and more friction built between our bodies. I wrapped my legs around Zack’s hips, trying to get a better advantage, desperate for as much contact as I could get.

  Somehow, Zack shifted against me, and then every movement of his hips pressed and rubbed against my clit, his cock buried deep inside of me. He kissed my face, my neck, and my shoulders—everywhere his lips could reach, and I echoed his worship, kissing and nipping along his throat and the line of his jaw. I tasted his sweat on my lips, the sweetness of his mouth. We started to speed up gradually, and I explored Zack’s body with my hands as well as my mouth, trailing along his back and shoulders, reaching down to grab his firm ass tightly. I was getting closer and closer to orgasm every moment and forced myself to hold back; I had already hit one orgasm for the night—it was Zack’s turn to go first, I told myself firmly.

  But Zack seemed to have other plans. He reached down between my legs, holding himself up on one arm as he found my clit by touch. I cried out as he began to stroke me in counterpoint to his thrusts, rubbing in tight little circles that drove any ability at self-control completely out of my brain. I moved mindlessly underneath him, moaning and crying out, holding onto him desperately. I couldn’t take any more—in a matter of moments, it seemed, I was grabbing at him, my nails digging into his skin as his name left my lips again and again and again. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed through me in the span of a few heartbeats, shocking and jolting through my nervous system.

  A moment after I hit my orgasm, Zack reached his own climax, and I f
elt his cock twitching inside of me, felt the sticky-slick flood of his orgasm shooting into me. We moved from sheer momentum, continuing to twist and writhe together until the very last waves of pleasure began to ebb. Zack collapsed against me, his face buried against my shoulder, as we both panted and gasped for breath. For a long time, I was content just to lie there, feeling the weight of Zack’s body against mine. I drifted, tingling all over, my breath gradually slowing and my pulse returning to normal.

  “Yeah,” Zack said, still slightly breathless, as he pulled himself up to look down at me. “We are not allowed to break up again. You feel too good.”

  I laughed, running my fingers through his hair and pulling him back down to kiss him lazily.

  “So if we can’t break up again, then you’re not allowed to engage in any more public displays.”

  Zack chuckled, kissing me on the lips lightly before he lifted himself up and sank down onto the bed next to me.

  “Well, two of those were your own public displays,” he pointed out. “The thing with dumping my food on me, the thing in the weight room.”

  I rolled my eyes, giving him a playful shove.

  “Okay, okay, okay,” I said, smiling. I felt good all over—I couldn’t believe how good I felt. It just felt so right to be in bed with Zack; nothing could be better. “So neither of us will throw any kind of public fits anymore. If we have a problem with the other person, we will talk to them privately.”

  Zack pulled me around, holding me close to him.

  “I can agree to that,” he said, his hands beginning to wander over my body once more. “God, Evie,” he murmured, burying his face against my neck as he cupped my breast, giving it a careful squeeze. “I wanted to tell you so many times—as soon as you showed up again in my life, all I could think about was you.”

  I blushed, hiding my face so that he wouldn’t see.

  “Yeah, well, I was miserable without you, too,” I admitted, blushing a deeper red. “I kept thinking of you moving on, worrying that you’d never really thought of me as anything special, just another piece of ass.”

  Zack pulled me up out of hiding and kissed me on the lips hungrily. His hands trailed over my body with more than just soothing intentions, and I knew in a moment we’d be right back at it again.

  “Evie, I am missing out on the party of my football career. If that doesn’t tell you how important you are to me, I don’t think anything could.”

  I laughed aloud, shaking my head and trailing my hands down along his chest, past his abdomen, to find his cock by touch. He was already starting to get hard again.

  “I suppose that means I should do everything I can to make this night just as awesome as it would be if you were with your teammates at a raging arty, getting drunk.”

  Zack grinned, lifting me up on top of him, positioning me over his hips. He thrust into my hand, reaching down to stroke me to another fever pitch of arousal.

  “Evie, baby, you already have. Now, how many more times can we do this before we have to get dressed and go back to my place?”

  I leaned in and kissed him.

  “Let’s take our time.”

  Zack thrust up into me slowly and I moaned against his lips, knowing that everything was finally right—and that we weren’t going to get shaken up by anything else.

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