Like There's No Tomorrow

by Linnea Valle

  “I’m a little scared, I know life is going to be drastically different by next week and then even more so after you and Eddie head off. Maybe you guys could come see me before you leave?” I tapped my toe on the floor in a telltale sign that I was not enjoying where this conversation was headed.

  “Zach, I…” suddenly, my mouth felt parched, my tongue wouldn’t move and it felt three times larger in my mouth as I tried to work up the courage to tell Zach my feelings. I looked from my hands to Zach’s face, his full attention focused solely on my mouth. I couldn’t do it. I grabbed my tea and took a large gulp. In the process, a little went down the wrong pipe which started a coughing fit. “Are you okay? Do you need some help, Em?” Zach asked as he looked around, to see if there was anyone near. I tried to speak, but only got a squeak out and then another round of coughing started. My eyes started to tear up from the effort it took not to continue choking on my tea. Zach came around the table, instantly crouching and began patting me on the back. He stayed there until my coughing had stopped and he was sure I was alright. His hand resting lightly on my back, rubbing in small circles.

  Maybe after the movie it would be easier to talk with him about it. Since it was a chick flick, hopefully it would get me in the mood for a little verbal diarrhea. I needed to get it off my chest.

  We finished eating and Zach stood, dropping a couple of bills on the table as a tip. Leaving the restaurant, I felt Zach’s warm hand at the base of my spine, just above the swell of my ass, guiding me out the door.

  Once outside, Zach again slipped his hand into mine without a word. When we got to the car, Zach opened my door. I slipped in quietly murmuring my thanks. Immediately, my hand felt cold and a little less alive than when Zach’s large hand was wrapped around it. I wondered to myself, as he rounded the car, if he felt the loss too.

  Zach again held my hand while we found decent seats and as the lights in the theater dimmed. We settled in to watch the movie. Hand in hand.

  We watched the movie in near silence except for an occasional question, or remark. The real talk was coming up and I was becoming increasingly panicked. I had put it off for so long, it seemed to be insurmountable.

  The movie credits rolled, and our hands were still intertwined. His thumb stroked across my knuckle, and my breath caught. This was the line, the one we’d approached, but never crossed. Until now. I didn’t pull away, and it must have been the signal he was searching for. He leaned over and skimmed his lips across my neck. My body involuntarily shivered as I took in a sharp breath from the shock of his soft lips on my skin.

  I turned to look at Zach in the darkened theater; the soles of my sandals stuck slightly to the floor. I could barely make out his brown eyes in the dim lighting, but what I saw was a fire. I wondered if this was due to the love story we’d finished watching or something more. Seeing a fire burning and knowing it was for me was enough. The reason didn’t matter.

  To give Zach a little encouragement, I brought our hands up and I turned his toward me. My lips were so dry, I gave them a quick lick and then placed a kiss to Zach’s hand. The lights started to brighten. The theater emptied quickly. I saw Zach’s eyes more clearly in the light. Reaching across his body, my breast inadvertently brushed up against his closest arm, and grabbed his other hand. I stared directly into Zach’s eyes, my intentions probably written all over my face. I placed another kiss on the inner wrist of that arm, trailing my lips slowly down to his fingertips and pressed another kiss to his forefinger before bringing it up and placing it on his lips. I felt his warm breath waft over our hands. Could he hear how frantically my heart was beating?

  “Em,” Zach’s voice sounded slightly hoarse and so low I felt the rumbling in my own chest. “Do you need to get straight home, or can we take a drive?”

  By the look in his eyes, driving was the last thing Zach wanted to do. I averted my gaze and weighed my options. I already knew what I was going to say, what my answer to Zach would always be, yes. Yes, to everything he wanted from me.

  “I don’t have a curfew. I’d love to get away for a little while.” I still needed to work up the courage to tell Zach how I felt. Yet I was worried that telling him my feelings would complicate what was happening right now.

  “Let’s go.” Zach abruptly stood, facing me. My eyes were at a perfect height to see Zach had wanted to do more than take a drive. I saw his manhood outlined in his jeans. I couldn’t help myself from licking my lips again. If we hadn’t been in public, I might have leaned forward and nuzzled my face in his crotch. Instead I stood and placed my hand out for Zach.

  We hurried out to the car like our lives depended on it. I knew where this was going to go unless one of us stopped it, and I didn’t plan on putting on the brakes.

  We pulled out of the theater’s parking lot and Zach headed toward the lake. I reached over and turned up the music, I was feeling rather reckless and carefree. I would let reality hit me tomorrow, and I knew it would slam into me like a Mack truck. But, tonight was simply Zach, me, and the promise of a love I had wanted for so long.

  Neither of us spoke and I lightly sang to “Thinking Out Loud” by Ed Sheeran. I wished the words could be a testament, but I knew it was just as possible that this wouldn’t go any farther than this single night. Zach’s hand rested on my leg, another first. God, his touch felt so right. Light and warm on my bare skin. I involuntarily squeezed my thighs together in my excitement, trapping Zach’s hand. I don’t think he could have moved it if he’d wanted to, but he didn’t seem to want to.

  My anticipation grew palpably with each turn we took. I didn’t recognize the rutted dirt road we were on. Trees lined the road and crept closer together as the road narrowed into one lane. My heart was racing and my legs began trembling with the expectation.

  Zach must have felt the same because his palm started to feel clammy on my leg and his fingers tightened into my thigh a little deeper than they were before. My skin heated under his touch. I glanced down and saw those hands that I’d dreamt about. If his fingered inched a little higher he would probably be able to feel the evidence of my arousal as my panties dampened.

  Zach slowed the Toyota and I saw that the road ended with a small semicircular turn-around. A road which lead nowhere except back. I didn’t want to go back. Strange, I hadn’t known this road existed, but I felt like I’d waited an eternity for him to drive us down it. He slowed the car driving around the semi-circle, pulling over slightly toward the right as the car faced nearly the way we came in. He cut the engine, turned the music off and rolled down his window. The warm night air seeping into our air-conditioned space. The sounds of the woods the only music needed.

  “Is this okay, Em?” Zach sounded a little hesitant and unsure of himself.

  “This is nice; I’ve never been down here before,” I told him as I covered his hand with mine. I lowered my eyes to where we touched, and then looked back into Zach’s eyes. The moon was bright tonight and I saw restraint written all over his face.

  “Will you kiss me, Zach? A real kiss, not a kiss like friends.” I watched his eyes darken and his nostrils flared slightly at the suggestion. I sounded bold, even to my own ears. I watched a tiny war going on behind his eyes and on his face. I held my breath and waited until I saw determination in his eyes.

  Zach pulled his hand free from between my legs and brought both hands up to cup my face. Tipping it slightly upward, he leaned in toward me, his eyes never leaving mine. After what seemed an excruciatingly long wait, his lips finally descended. I leaned into his kiss only to experience the most exquisite feeling ever. His lips were warm, moist, and soft, yet there was a demanding tension to them. I felt almost a tingling energy zinged between us. I reached out and hung on to Zach by his biceps and leaned in even closer.

  Zach opened his lips using a little more pressure. If I wanted to continue, which, of course I did, I needed to follow his lead. I’d kissed before, but it never felt like this. Never with the person I’d crushed on for years. Other
kisses hadn’t had this sense of urgency to continue. I opened my mouth and allowed Zach’s tongue to enter. He was tentative at first, only growing bolder when my tongue matched his and pushed past into his mouth. We continued this duel with our tongues until we both were out of breath. He had pulled me half way into the driver’s seat, my breasts pushed into his chest. Somehow, my hands had travelled. One was tangled in his dark wavy hair while the other had slipped around to encircled his waist.

  His hands had moved to my forearms, holding me close. The kiss broke and Zach’s breathing was unsteady as he looked down at me. My breath matching his in perfect unison.

  “Em…” His voice trailed off in a deep growl against my ribcage and his eyes searched mine.

  He needed to know that I wanted this. My desire for him never wavered. Pulling my hand out of his hair, I skimmed down his chest and rippled abs toward his waistline. Zach audibly sucked in a breath of air. I took him by surprise with my confidence. It even shocked me. The tingling which started when our lips touched travelled to a location between my legs and I felt my clit throb as I got even more wet.

  Zach abruptly pushed me away and I wondered if I had been too forward. Gloom threatened to cloak me with the idea that he would stop now. Unexpectedly, Zach shoved open his door and practically jumped out. Within seconds, he was around to my side of the car and pulled the door open so hard, I was afraid he would pull it off the hinges.

  “Come here!” Zach said, his voice boomed within the small space.

  He stuck half his body in the door and held out one hand for me. The words were not a request, but a command. I didn’t hesitate to obey. I immediately gave him my hand. He pulled, and I wondered where he’d take me. Zach helped me out of the passenger seat. I’m tall, but he towered above me. Looking around at our remote location, I should have been afraid, but I knew Zach would protect me.

  Zach pulled me aside and closed the door. He leaned down for another kiss. I stretched onto my toes to reach his lips more easily. When our lips connected, a moan escaped his throat and he pushed me into the side of the car.

  We were all roaming hands, exploring and savoring, but never lingering too long in one place. I felt like we were trying to make up for all the wasted years we could have had more. Instead, we needed to pack years of frustration and desire into a couple of hours. It was so unfair. Why hadn’t I summoned the courage to let Zach know how I felt long ago? Why had it taken him so long to give in to this.

  Our kiss lasted an eternity and I would have been happy to stay there forever, remaining within Zach’s strong arms, his lips pressed hard on my own. He nibbled on my lips, my jaw and finally my ear. We pulled away enough to stare, dumbfounded at each other. His breath heavy on my face. My chest heaved as I sucked air into my lungs in time with his breathing, almost as though we were taking in each other’s essence. Without a word, Zach held me close, but twisted me away from the car and opened the rear passenger door. He sank onto the upholstered rear bench seat and brought me to stand between his legs. My stomach flip-flopped as his arms wrapped around me and he snuggled his face into my belly.

  “Em,” Zach’s voice was quiet. “You don’t know what you’re doing to me right now. I don’t know how much I can take.” His voice sounded pained with the words and it made me hesitate.

  Maybe Zach didn’t want what I wanted. I was not ready to give up my dream. I’d fight for it if necessary. I’d fight dirty if that’s what it took. I was leaving tomorrow, and then he’d be leaving for four years. I couldn’t pass up this opportunity.

  “Zach, please, don’t stop. Don’t make me beg. Worse yet, don’t take me home,” I whispered the words I had longed to say for years. My declaration so low, I was sure he hadn’t heard me say I loved him over his heavy breathing.

  “God, Emma! You’re killing me, and Eddie will kill me when finds out I took advantage of you.” Zach’s voice was farther away and I felt him pull away emotionally as well as physically as he dropped his hands from my waist. I needed to do something to continue us on this path we were starting down. It was now or never.

  I took a deep breath and began unbuttoning my blouse, one button in time with the words I spoke from my heart. “Zach. You. Are. Not. Taking. Advantage.” I punctuated my words by shrugging out of the blouse and letting it drift down my arms. I pulled one hand out and caught it by the sleeve opening with my other hand.

  “I want this, I want you,” I said while I reached back and unhooked my bra. My breasts were average sized. My nipples were hard and I wanted Zach to touch them. I leaned down, through the open car door, tossing my shirt and bra on to the floorboard. Zach sat watching, running his hands through his hair, fighting a war with himself.

  As my breasts neared his face, Zach’s hands came out and again encircled my waist, drawing me in. He lay backwards on the seat of the car and pulled me down on top of him. His hand went to my ass, cupping it.

  His unmistakable hardness pushed against my leg. I wanted to feel even more of him. I’d never been this far with a guy. I had saved myself for this moment. The time I’d be able to give myself to Zach body and soul. I’ve been prepared to give up my virginity, and to have that special connection with him.

  Zach drew me up his body. The rake of his clothes against my bare breasts was rough and made them harder, ache more. His arousal pushed insistently through his jeans against my bare leg. When his hot mouth sucked my hard nipple, he moaned and the vibration sent tingles all the way to my pussy. Oh, God! The feel of it. I couldn’t help squirming against his body. I had never felt a sensation like this before. Pleasure moved from my breasts all the way to where my panties were soaked with desire.

  Zach pulled his mouth away and turned his attention to the other breast repeating his ministrations. His hand reached between us and began to work on the button of my jean shorts. It was awkward in the back seat and I wasn’t sure what I could do to “help” so I lifted my butt up a bit for more room between us. The button popped loose and somehow Zach slid the zipper down on my shorts. He fumbled a bit and slipped his hand inside my panties and when he felt how wet I was, he stopped sucking my breast and half sat up to look into my eyes.

  “God, Emma! I guess I don’t have to ask you if you’re okay with this or if you want me as much as I want you right now. Jesus, you’re wet. Do you have any clue what a fucking turn-on that is?”

  Zach removed his hand from my pants, even with my groan of protest. He easily lifted me and slid out from underneath me. We were both sitting up now and Zach kicked off his shoes and took his shirt off in between kisses. We raced toward mutual gratification at a frenzied pace. I kicked off my sandals and shimmied out of my shorts and panties. I was a bit self-conscious being naked in the back of a car and started to move my arms to cover myself. Zach reached out his hand and pushed my arms out of the way as he openly stared at me, his lips still swollen from kissing me and sucking my tits.

  He undid his jeans as fast as he could and kicked his legs free of the pant legs. He sat before me, only his briefs still on. I swallowed hard at the size of his erection, his underwear barely able to cover him. Zach’s hand grasped me by the chin, pulling up until I looked him in the eye.

  “Emily Jenkins, you are one beautiful woman. And I’m one lucky son-of-a-bitch to be here with you.” There was no mistaking the sincerity in his voice and it hitched a bit at the end.

  “I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do. Promise me you’ll tell me to stop, okay?” Zach still held my chin, looking from my eyes to my mouth and back again. I nodded almost imperceptibly, but Zach got his answer.

  As soon as he got his sign, he moved with speed. Picking me up by the waist, he twisted and pushed backwards until I was sitting up against the closed driver’s side door. He kissed my lips quickly and then pulled back with a wicked grin on his face as he slowly lowered himself, skimming kisses down my chest and belly. He grabbed a hold of my legs above the knees and spread them while he continued moving lower. Oh. My. God. My kn
ees shook. Was he going to? My mind registered his intent and I tried to sit as Zach’s mouth reached my mound.

  Electricity burst through me when Zach’s tongue darted out and licked my clit. My hips bucked and I think I broke one of his teeth with the contact. I was so unprepared for that sensation. I’d masturbated and made myself come plenty of times, of course always while thinking about Zach. I knew how good it could feel, but this, this was on an entirely different level.

  “I’m sorry, did I hurt you?” I asked, but his answer was simply a mumbled noise as his mouth and tongue continued to play with me.

  The build-up was quick as Zach’s tongue flicked harder and faster, moaning my pleasure. Then his finger entered me, curling toward my G-spot. I was done. My orgasm nothing like the ones I had brought on myself. The intensity blew my mind and I felt my channel rhythmically squeezing his finger as his tongue lapped at me alternating with him sucking my clit into his mouth. Sweaty and dripping wet, I couldn’t catch my breath as my orgasm wound down.

  Zach’s face shone with satisfaction while looking up at me from between my legs. I gave his head a little shove.

  “HOLY SHIT!” My voice drug out the words. That was all I managed to say, completely dumbstruck.

  Zach’s head popped up with a leer in his eyes and I knew payback was coming soon. And, Lord forgive me, I couldn’t wait!

  “You are awesome, Em. You taste so sweet.” He swiped at his chin with the back of his hand to remove some of the excess dampness. “Are you okay with doing more? Can we….?” The question trailed off and even in the dark I saw a blush creep up his cheeks at the question.

  “You can have all of me Zach; you’ve always had all of me.” I tried to slide down to a lying position.

  The back seat of the car wasn’t the easiest place for our tryst especially given Zach’s height. His feet were sticking out the open car door. He got on his knees to allow me to maneuver underneath his body. While hunched over so his head didn’t hit the ceiling of the car, he pulled down his briefs. First the dark and swollen head emerged. He continued to lower the fabric, showing more and more of his large, thick shaft. I couldn’t take my eyes off it, he was beautiful. I never gave any thought to a man’s private parts being beautiful, but his were.