by Claire Adams
Zack grinned slowly. “Yeah, I did. Fair enough, it was all my fault. I think you refused to talk to me for a week after.”
I shook my head. “Small difference: I was grounded for a week, I couldn’t talk to you.”
Zack laughed again. “Well, you were the only reason that I managed to get through twelfth grade literature.”
“You were pretty hopeless,” I told him with a grin. I thought about the fact that I’d seen him going into the library; part of me wanted to ask him about it, but then I thought of how creepy it would sound for me to admit to seeing him go in somewhere. “Are you a better student these days?”
“They help us along, but the frat—though we’ve got a reputation as a bunch of partiers—has pretty high standards for grades to stay in. If I slacked off too much I’d get kicked out.” Somehow, oddly, that pleased me. “You know, I know you said we shouldn’t,” Zack said, licking his lips. “But kissing you the other night… it made me remember all the times we made out in high school and how hot it was.”
I bit my bottom lip. It was a bad idea; I knew it was. But I was tingling all over, hot and cold rushes flashing through my body from how close Zack was, remembering what it was like to kiss him—both when we’d been dating and the night before.
Zack leaned in and pressed his lips to mine, and before I knew it I was kissing him back, wrapping my arms around his broad shoulders, pressing my body up against his. It was eerily quiet in the frat house, but I didn’t care about it anymore. Zack tasted like chewing gum and the flavor I had always associated with him—kind of bittersweet, like good chocolate. His tongue swiped against my lips and I opened my mouth, closing my eyes and melting into the kiss. It was just like it had been before, my body heating up, my breasts tingling. Even my pussy tightened, and I could feel myself getting wet. Zack began to press me down against the couch, covering my body with his own; his weight settled against me and it was both like and unlike how it had been when we were teenagers.
The kiss deepened, and Zack’s hands began to move over my body, sliding over my curves. He lingered at my breasts and hips, touching and teasing. His body was hot against mine—tight and tense, getting more and more tense as every moment passed.
“Fuck, Evie,” Zack murmured, his lips barely parted from mine. “When I saw you the other night, I wanted you so fucking bad.”
He rocked his hips against mine, and I moaned against his lips, threading my fingers in his hair. It was just as soft as I remembered, silky against my fingers. Zack nibbled on my bottom lip, lapping at my sensitive skin with his tongue while he rubbed and grinded against me. His arms around me were so strong—stronger than they’d been in my memories.
Zack reached up and cupped my breasts in his hands, giving them a long, satisfying squeeze through my clothes. “Fuck,” I said, breaking away from his lips and panting.
I was trembling—it had been ages since I’d gotten this hot and heavy with anyone. Zack ducked his head down and began kissing and nibbling at my neck, finding the sensitive spot just below my ear, licking and sucking until I moaned out. It was so hot—I couldn’t think anymore. When Zack’s hands slipped up underneath my shirt, I didn’t stop him; I couldn’t make myself stop him. Instead, I found the buttons at the front of his shirt and started to unbutton them, my hands and fingers fumbling while Zack distracted me with more attention to my neck, my throat, along my jaw, back up to my lips. I arched into his touches, struggling to get him out of his shirt. I wanted to see what his body looked like now—I wanted to feel it pressed against me. Our sex together hadn’t been particularly hot—at least not for me—but there was something different now.
Zack pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it aside, flashing a smile at me before he buried his face against the tops of my breasts. The rough stubble on his cheeks rasped against my sensitive skin, contrasting with the softness of his lips; I hadn’t even noticed it that much against my face, but as Zack tugged at the cups of my bra, trying to expose me, I could feel it against the tender skin there. It turned me on even more—Zack had barely been able to grow facial hair when we’d been together, and had been able to go days at a time not shaving without me noticing. Zack pulled my bra down and I gasped as he found one of my nipples with his mouth, sucking it between his lips and flicking his tongue against it until it hardened into a little nub. I moaned, my hands stopping in their progress, my whole body tensing up as my pussy flooded at the tingling, electric sensations that his mouth inspired in me.
Zack switched from one breast to the other, sucking and licking, while I struggled to get his shirt off. I tossed it aside and trailed my hands over his broad back, my nails digging in slightly as he carefully grazed my sensitive nipples with his teeth. He pulled back with a chuckle, bringing his mouth back up to mine and kissing me hungrily—as if he wanted to devour me. I pushed my hips down against his, holding his body tight against mine, loving the feeling of him pressed against me, the weight of him and how velvety his skin was. He still hadn’t grown hair on his chest—that amused me and turned me on all at once as I noticed it almost absently, squirming and writhing against him.
“You’re really into this, aren’t you, Evie?” Zack asked me, looking down. His dark eyes were glinting, his lips twitching with a little smile.
“You’re damn right I am,” I replied, not caring about the words that came out of my mouth.
All I could think of was getting him naked and feeling him inside of me. Jess’s questions from the other day filled my head—I could sort of remember what it had been like to have sex with Zack, but not really, and suddenly, I wanted nothing more than to experience it again. It seemed so much hotter than it had been before, and I didn’t know if that was because my attitude towards sex had changed, or if Zack had gotten better with practice. I put the thought aside—I didn’t want to think about Zack practicing with other girls, not when I was pressed up against him, half naked and ready to screw his brains out. I pulled his face up to mine again and kissed him, reaching down to the waistband of his jeans. I could feel the hard ridge of his cock pressing at the front of his pants, rubbing up against me as we moved together. I was actually glad I had worn a skirt to the game—it would make it so much easier.
Zack pushed my skirt up to my waist and slipped his hand between my legs, caressing my inner thighs and making me shiver. He moved his hand upward slowly, making me squirm with anticipation, ready—more than ready—to feel him touching me. I grumbled slightly with impatience as he lingered just a few inches away from my soaking wet pussy, teasing me with the delay.
“God, you’re such a jerk,” I said, barely pulling back from his lips.
Zack chuckled and brought his fingertips up against my panties, barely touching me, the caress along my slick folds feather-light.
“Ooh, you’re soaking wet, Evie,” Zack said, his voice low with arousal. I blushed, feeling the heat spread from my face down to my chest. “God that’s fucking hot.”
Zack shook his head and my moment of near-humiliation passed; I had never managed to get very wet when we’d had sex—I had been too nervous to get fully aroused. Another guy I’d been with since breaking up with Zack had actually thought it was bad that I got soaking wet when I was turned on. Zack’s fingers pressed against me more firmly and I writhed against his touch, pushing my hips down, more than ready for more. Zack’s lips left mine and I almost protested—wanting everything all at once, wanting to feel him kissing me and touching me at the same time. But his lips began to move in a trail down from my mouth to my neck to my breasts. Zack pulled me up off of the couch and unhooked my bra in a quick movement, guiding it down off of my shoulders and over my arms before tossing it aside. He lingered at my breasts for a moment again, switching between my nipples, sucking and licking while he stroked me through the thin fabric of my panties.
Zack’s lips traveled down over the length of my body, his hot breath tickling my stomach as he worked his way towards his hand. He nuzzled the curve of my hip
, looking up at me with his dark eyes almost black from lust. I squirmed with impatience when he withdrew his fingers, finding the zipper on my skirt by touch and tugging it down, loosening the fabric around my waist. He pulled it down over my hips and along my legs, letting it fall onto the floor as he rubbed his face against the front of my panties, teasing me with the heat of his body, the hot stickiness of his breath through the thin fabric. I bit my lip, throwing my head back against the couch cushions, trying to keep from being too loud—although I couldn’t say why; it wasn’t like there was anyone but Zack to hear me. Zack hooked his fingers in the waistband of my panties and tugged them down over my hips. He kissed the space between my navel and my pussy, nibbling lightly.
The next moment, he had my panties off completely, and I cried out as Zack rubbed his face against my pussy, his rough stubble rasping against my sensitive skin. I whimpered as he parted my slick folds, lapping against my inner labia while I squirmed underneath him. Zack had never gone down on me before—he’d gotten me off with his fingers in high school, and I’d sucked him off on more than one occasion, but he had never been interested in going down. His tongue moved up and down along my soaking wet folds, lapping up my fluids, sending a jolt of pleasure through me every time he came close to my clit. I threaded my fingers in his hair, pressing my lips together as moans pushed up through my throat.
Zack worked me over with his mouth slowly, moving from the well of my pussy up closer to my clit, nuzzling against me, making me writhe from the sensations he brought me. “Fuck—fuck, Zack—god, so good,” I was saying, words tumbling out of my mouth without any thought behind them.
He found my clit with his tongue and began to lick me, flicking against my pleasure center and sending crackling electric sensation through every nerve in my body. He moved down to the well of my pussy once more and I groaned in impatience, pushing my hips down to try and get better contact. I pulled and tugged at his hair, grabbing at his shoulders, moving mindlessly underneath him. Zack moved his tongue up to my clit once more and I gasped and shivered, thrashing underneath him and twisting as he brought me closer and closer to orgasm.
Zack sucked my clit between his lips, his mouth pulsing around the cluster of nerves, and the next moment I felt his fingertips playing against my soaking labia, slipping against my skin, finding their way to my entrance. He plunged a finger into me slowly, pushing past the resistance of my body. I felt my muscles tightening around him, as if my body wanted to take him in deeper. Zack plunged it into me gradually, curling it inside of me, his fingertip brushing against my inner walls. He added a second finger, making me moan out again while I twisted my hips, for the moment unaware of anything but how good it felt, how close I was.
“Fuck, Zack—I’m so close. Jesus—so close—please, please,” I was ready to beg him to get me to the edge, arching up off of the leather couch, drenched in sweat, my muscles tightening around him erratically as I got closer and closer. I was moaning and whimpering uncontrollably, more turned on than I had ever been in my life, my whole body tingling.
I tumbled over the edge, hitting my climax with a shriek that filled my ears, grabbing at Zack helplessly as he continued to plunge his fingers deeper and deeper inside of me. His fingertips rubbed up against my g-spot and my climax intensified, shooting hot and cold crackling fire through my body, all through my veins. Zack didn’t let up for a second, sucking and licking, devouring me as I gushed around his fingers, writhing and panting and gasping for breath. It was almost too much for me to take—I felt so good I thought it might become pain instead. As the last of the spasms began to slack off, Zack backed away, pulling back from my body as he licked the last traces of my orgasm clinging to my skin. He slipped his fingers out of me and brought them to his lips—I only barely, vaguely saw him licking them, grinning to himself full of satisfaction as aftershocks of pleasure washed through my body.
Zack slithered up against me, kissing me on the lips desperately. I could still feel the hard ridge of his cock pressing against me and realized that I had let myself get completely distracted; but I was still recovering from my orgasm—I wasn’t ready for more, not just yet. I kissed him back, touching him all over, reaching down to the front of his jeans to finish the job of unzipping him and getting him naked. I was still tingling, still feeling hot and cold flashes; fortunately, I realized that Zack didn’t seem to be in a major hurry to get to the main event. His hands trailed over my body, oddly soothing, stroking and rubbing in a way that made me finally stop shaking against him.
“There’s something different from high school, huh?” he asked.
I laughed and looked up at his face, shaking my head. “Yeah, I can definitely say with authority that you did not do that when we were dating.”
Zack shrugged, kissing me on the lips again briefly. “What can I say? I wasn’t that great a lay back then. Though I do remember I was able to get you off with my fingers pretty well more than once…”
His hand slipped up between my legs and he began stroking and rubbing me, his fingers playing against my still-slick labia, finding my clit by touch. I was still sensitive—almost too sensitive, but I didn’t care. It felt so good to have him touching me, I wouldn’t have stopped him even if I wasn’t entire sure we were all alone. I moaned out, already starting to get turned on again.
“God, you’re even hotter than you were back then,” Zack told me, shaking his head in disbelief. “I can’t remember you ever being this down—this turned on.”
He rubbed my clit in tight little circular movements of his fingers, pinching it lightly and sending a shiver of sensation right up my spine.
“Well then get naked, stupid,” I said impatiently. Zack laughed and climbed off of me, slipping out of his jeans and taking his boxer-briefs off with them.
“You want this?” he asked me, wrapping his hand around his cock and giving it a quick stroke. He wasn’t huge—I wouldn’t compare him to a baseball bat—but he was certainly large enough, and I saw the shine of precum on the tip. I nodded eagerly; I did want it. I couldn’t think of anything I wanted more in my life than to feel him inside of me. Zack climbed on top of me once more and slipped down between my legs, his hips pressed up against mine. He was rock hard and hot against me; rubbing along my labia as he rocked his hips slowly, teasing me. “Tell me how much you want it,” Zack murmured, kissing along the column of my throat up to my ear.
I shook my head, rolling my eyes. “Stop fooling around and fuck me already,” I told him, wrapping my legs around his waist firmly.
Zack chuckled lowly in my ear and bit my earlobe, making me gasp. “Say please,” he admonished, his voice full of amusement. The tip of his cock rubbed up against my clit and I gasped. I set my jaw; I didn’t want to give in, but my body was full of fire. I couldn’t wait any longer.
“Please?” I said sweetly, pressing my body against his. He had to want me every bit as much as I wanted him—he was hard as a rock. Zack shifted his hips against me and reached down, guiding his cock up against me. He thrust into me slowly, letting me feel every inch of him as he filled me up, pushing past the tightness of my body. “Fuck,” I said, shuddering against him.
He wasn’t huge, but he was definitely big enough to make me feel almost uncomfortable full for a moment as he pushed in until our hips were flush. He stopped for a moment to kiss me on the lips before he began to rock his hips once more, sliding out and pushing back in in a steady rhythm that I fell into immediately. This wasn’t like any of our times before—even though I knew that Zack had loved me when we were dating in high school, he hadn’t had any technique, no way to know how to hold back and savor the feeling.
I pushed my hips down to meet his thrusts, touching him everywhere I could reach, kissing him everywhere I could, dragging my lips against the skin of his neck, along his shoulders, back up to his mouth. I felt his muscles flexing under his hot skin as he began to pick up his pace gradually, thrusting harder and just a little faster into me. He shifted, and his
cock rubbed along my inner walls, seeking my g-spot, his pelvis rubbing right up against my clit with every movement of his body. This was way better than I could have imagined—it was hot, both of us dripping with sweat as we moved together; it felt so much better than any of the sex we’d ever had before. I wrapped my legs around him tighter, rubbing my body against his, pushing my hips down in counterpoint to his thrusts.
Zack began to move faster and faster, almost pounding into me, and to my shock I felt the pleasure mounting faster and faster, like a knot deep down between my hips, tightening with every thrust of his cock deeper into my body. Zack brushed up against my g-spot and I cried out helplessly, my nails digging into his shoulders, my whole body tensing for a moment before I melted into the pleasure. I was panting, struggling to take deeper breaths to try and hold back my own orgasm—I wanted to feel Zack come inside of me, I wanted to feel that moment when he reached his climax and emptied into me. In the back of my mind I realized that I should have insisted on a condom, but it was already too late—I couldn’t make myself break the mood by stopping him, and anyway, he was already deep inside of me. Get tested later, I reminded myself while I still had the ability to think. But as the sensations got more and more intense, I lost all ability to think or even worry about it, moving with Zack on instinct, falling into his rhythm. I could feel his cock twitching inside of me, feel him getting tenser as we both got closer and closer.
Just when I thought I would get my wish—that Zack would hit his climax and come, filling me up with his heat—he stopped, resting his head against my shoulder and shuddering. “Fuck, Evie,” he said lowly, his whole body tight with tension.
“Is something wrong?” I tried to pull his face around to look into his eyes. He shook his head, chuckling.
“Nothing is wrong except that I can usually last for hours and you’re about to get me off in minutes,” he said, pulling himself up and kissing me hungrily. He slipped out of me and I tried not to feel disappointed.