Drawn to Fight: Zac & Evie

by Lilliana Anderson

  He stops and thinks for a moment before answering, his voice much softer than it was before. “Honestly, I probably wouldn’t be around. I probably would have lost my mind and gotten myself killed.”

  “Is that what you wish upon Zac? Is it what you wish upon me?”

  They look at each other, as if they’re talking to each other through their eyes and facial gestures, then mum turns to me and takes my face in her hands.

  “When did you get so grown up?” she asks, looking into my eyes and studying my face like I’m a new person before her.

  “Ok”, dad adds. “We’ll back off. For now. But Yvonne, if I get called to the police station even once, that trust is gone. And it really will come down to you choosing your path.”

  “Thank you,” I cry, hugging and kissing them both. “You don’t understand how much your understanding means to me.”

  “I’m pretty sure we do actually,” mum says with a smile, gently squeezing my shoulder. “Now, why don’t you go and get washed up for dinner and tell your brothers and sister to do the same.”

  Nodding, I turn away and head out of the room, stopping when my father calls out to me.

  “Yvonne, tell him that if he wants to train, he can join a group class. I won’t get involved one on one. But he can learn a lot at the gym.”

  “Does this mean you’re considering going with my MMA idea?” I ask.

  “Don’t push your luck, sweetheart. Just tell him and we’ll see how we go.”

  “Ok, I’ll tell him. Thank you,” I say, walking away again and trying to stifle a grin, proud of myself for talking it out and making them understand. Maybe I should go to university. Maybe I could do law?

  Twenty-Seven

  Zac

  “Hey,” I say quietly into my phone as I lie back on my bed later that night. I’m trying to get some sleep but my mind won’t shut up. I’m still trying to figure out how the hell I’m going to manage to look after three kids on my own. The only time I feel remotely better is when I think of Evie, so I put in a call to her just to hear her voice.

  “How are you?” she asks with concern, her voice quiet but I can tell she’s smiling.

  “Lonely,” I say, my mouth pulling into a grin. God, just the sound of her voice is making me go all hard.

  “Do you want me to come around?”

  “I don’t want to make things worse with you and your parents,” I say, knowing that they aren’t exactly fans of mine.

  “You won’t. We talked and…I’ll tell you the rest when I come over.”

  “Tease,” I chuckle.

  “See you in ten minutes.”

  “OK.” Dropping my phone on the bed beside me, I look at the tent in my shorts and shake my head. “You’d better behave,” I tell myself. “Or this is all going to be over before she even gets here.”

  The talk doesn’t make much of a difference, so I get up and have a very quick cold shower, shocking my system into calming down. Although, that doesn’t make much of a difference either, because as soon as she appears at my door, I feel myself growing again.

  “Fuck you’re gorgeous,” I growl, immediately pulling her against me and kissing her until she wraps her arms around my neck and melts against me. Then I kiss her some more, as I pull her inside and guide her to my room.

  “You’re feeling pretty sure of yourself,” she comments with a smile, twirling her fingers in my wet hair. “You even showered for me.”

  “A very cold one. Because every time I think about you, this happens,” I say, pulling at her hips and pressing myself into her stomach.

  “And did the shower work?”

  “It worked until I saw you at my door, looking the way you do. Then all plans of talking went out the window.”

  She looks up at me, her blue eyes searching mine as she runs her fingers through my hair. “I didn’t come here to talk,” she whispers, before she reaches down and pulls her shirt over her head then drops it on the floor.

  My eyes drop to her chest, her firm breasts, covered in thin black lace, rise and fall with her breathing. My cock strains and my hand slides from her waist, up over her smooth skin to the cup of her bra, feeling the delicate fabric as it covers her weighty flesh before I give in to my desire and grip her breast with my hand, kneading it and feeling her nipple peak, hard beneath my palm. I swallow. Hard. My breathing becomes ragged as she lets out a tiny moan then brings her mouth to mine.

  My head swims with arousal and desire. This is the most I’ve ever done with a woman and if touching her breasts feels this good then I don’t know how the hell I’m going to make it any further.

  We move to the bed, slowly laying down together and kissing, my hands staying above her waist as I explore her chest and press kisses to her neck, listening to her breathing and trying to pay attention to how she likes to be touched. My kisses move down between her breasts and I crave the feel of her peaked nipple in my mouth. I want to run my tongue around the hard bump and squeeze and suck.

  My fingers move to the top of her cup and I slowly peel back the lace, exposing a soft white mound of flesh with a hard pink nipple in the centre, looking at me, begging me to taste it. Her hands go into my hair as if she knows what I want to do and she’s guiding me, telling me it’s ok. I bow my head and groan at the taste and feel of her first point of arousal in my mouth. I suck a little harder and use my hand to knead the flesh and she gasps, her body beginning to writhe against me as her fingers curl in my hair then release as her hands travel down my back to the base of my shirt.

  “Take it off,” she whispers, pulling at the hem and lifting it up so it’s exposing my abs. Our naked skin touches and a shudder of arousal runs through me before I sit back for a moment and, wincing a little from my constant side pain, I remove my first piece of clothing.

  My first. I should tell her.

  Arching her back, she reaches behind and removes her bra, sliding it off her arms and allowing it to drop on the floor and seeing her lying on her back before me, with her breasts exposed, my mind stops and all I can see is her beauty.

  “I can’t tell you how many times I’ve imagined you like this,” I whisper, only seeming capable of being completely honest with my words.

  She smiles and runs her hands down my chest, slowly, reaching my abs and sliding further. Her touch causes me to shudder, and I clap my hands over hers, not wanting this to be over yet.

  “I want to touch you,” she whispers, her hands twitching beneath mine, boldly trying to go where no woman has gone before.

  Taking hold of them, I lift them over her head, leaning down and pinning her beneath me. “I want to kiss you,” I counter, taking her mouth in mine, and sliding my tongue against hers, groaning as she rocks her body against mine and I feel her breasts press into my chest…

  Shit. I’m going to lose control. I’m going to have to tell her.

  “Touch me, Zac. I want you to touch me,” she whispers, rocking her hips up against my ready to explode cock.

  Closing my eyes, I rest my forehead against hers and just let the words fall out of my mouth. “Evie, I…I’m a virgin.”

  Suddenly, she freezes beneath me, and I release her hands, allowing her to reclaim her movement.

  “You’re what? You mean, you’ve never?”

  I roll off her and onto my back, pressing the heels of my hands against my eyes as I answer. “Never.”

  Feeling her move on the bed, I expect that she’s about to get up and leave. It’s a bit of a surprise, I’m sure. And she probably needs to wrap her head around it before we can take our relationship any further, that is, if I haven’t turned her off by now.

  “Why are you covering your face?” she asks, moving to lean over me, her arm pressing into the bed beside my chest as she rests her other hand on my pec. “Are you upset?”

  “No. I’m just embarrassed. I mean there aren’t really a lot of eighteen-year-old male virgin fighters around is there?” I lower my hands and look up at her from where she’s watching m
e, her eyes filled with compassion and concern.

  “And seriously, Evie, you’re so fucking hot that I feel like I’m about explode every time I touch you.”

  Leaning down, she kisses me softly. “I’m glad you told me,” she whispers against my lips.

  “You are?” I ask in disbelief. “Because I’m pretty fucking sure I just destroyed - no - obliterated the moment.”

  Smiling, she shakes her head. “No. You didn’t ruin anything. You just told me that I’m about to be your first time. I’m honoured.”

  “You’re honoured?”

  “Yeah.” She presses another kiss to my lips, deepening it as I respond as she lets her hand slide down my chest towards my shorts. “Just so we’re clear, have you done anything before?”

  I shake my head, my voice going hoarse as her hand gently slips beneath the waist of my shorts. “Nothing,” I respond, my whole body jolting as her hand makes its way beneath my boxers and her fingers curls through my hair on their torturous journey south.

  “Then we have a very long night ahead of us, Zac Rivers. I hope you weren’t planning on getting any sleep.”

  Her hand closes over my shaft and I let out a groan, forcing my breathing calm as she begins to pump her hand up and down. Just the fact that she’s touching me is making it hard for me not to let go. The number of times I’ve imagined her in this bed with me are countless and now it’s a reality, it feels virtually impossible to keep control.

  She lets out a satisfied sound just before she kisses my lips softly then begins to kiss my jaw line, allowing her teeth to graze over the light stubble that’s accrued after this morning’s shave. Then she kisses my Adam’s apple and the base of my neck, all the while her hand keeps working me, and I struggle to maintain. I groan again and she responds with that same satisfied noise.

  “You’re really enjoying torturing me, aren’t you?”

  She kisses my chest, and begins to work her way down to my abs where she pauses and circles my navel with the tip of her tongue. “What I’m enjoying, is the knowledge that I’m the first woman to do this.” She moves her hand over my cock, smiling again when I moan. “And I’m the first woman to do this.” She runs her tongue between my abs, stopping when she reaches the waistband of my shorts where her hand has vanished. “And I’m the first woman to do this.” Using her other hand, she pushes the waistband down far enough to free my cock and closes her mouth over the end.

  “Holy fuck,” I hiss, my hands immediately moving to hold her head. Her warm mouth over my shaft feels amazing, yet I’m struggling with the urge to hold her there and thrust my hips, or grip her hair and pull her off.

  “Relax,” she pauses to whisper, still using her hand to pump at my shaft. “It’s ok if you need to let go.”

  “Evie,” I struggle to say, sweat beading at my temple as I fight not to come in her mouth. “I can’t hold on.”

  Instead of letting go, she seems to suck harder, swirling her tongue around as waves of pleasure force their way through me. I can’t stop it anymore even if I tried and my orgasm rips out of me, pouring down her throat as she continues to suck and lick and pump. Letting out a low moan as I do the same.

  “Holy crap,” I pant, feeling as though I just had my mind blown along with my dick. “That was…”

  “Better than wanking,” she grins, releasing me and moving so she’s lying beside me.

  I reach out for her, sliding my hand around the base of her skull as I bring our mouths together and kiss her deeply, experiencing what she tastes like after I’ve been inside her. “Definitely better.” And I want to taste all of her.

  I roll us together so I’m laying on top of her, then I move my hand down her body, beneath the waist of her black capris, mimicking what she did to me. “Teach me how to do that to you.” I move my hands beneath the elastic of what feels like lace panties. “Tell me what you like, Evie. I want to be the best damn lover you’ve ever had so you never want another man again.” Then sliding my hand downward, I get my first touch of her silken wet juices as I slip my fingers between her folds.

  “Holy fuck that’s sweet,” I murmur against her mouth, as I take my cues from her and move my hand along with the rock of her body. When she tilts her hips up and I feel her entrance, I slide my fingers inside her, feeling her warm, silky walls as they wrap around my digits.

  “Oh! Yes,” she moans. “Like that.” It’s the most erotic sound I’ve ever heard. And my cock twitches as I move my kisses down her body, wanting to know what she tastes like, needing to make her explode the way she made me.

  Pausing at the top of her capris, I gently bite the soft flesh below her navel, causing her to gasp and jolt as her internal muscles clench around my fingers.

  “You feel so good,” I moan, using my other hand to work her button and zip, before I withdraw my hand and pull her pants and underwear down her legs together until they land on the floor where my shirt and her shoes are.

  Then I place my hands on her shins and push her legs apart, so her core is exposed to me, all pink, wet and inviting. I actually salivate at the sight of it.

  “Fuck you’re gorgeous,” I say as my eyes drag over her naked body, taking a moment to commit this sight to memory after dreaming of her for so long. “Fucking perfection.” I hold myself over her, her legs open around me as I lean down and kiss her hungrily. “I want to taste you. Talk me through it.”

  Nodding, she brushes her fingers through my hair as I move back down the bed and kneel between her thighs, bowing my head as I slide my arms beneath her open thighs.

  I inhale her scent, filled with her arousal then I take my first taste, her juices sweet and her core soft beneath my tongue. I run my tongue around her opening and up between her folds, hitting the hard nub that caused her to moan when I was using my fingers.

  Her hips jolt. “Yes. Right there, and use your fingers. I want them inside me.” Her voice is low and breathy as her hips roll and soft moans escape her lips as I do as she asks, my eyes closing as I enjoy the feel of her walls tightening around the two fingers I have inside.

  “Ohhhh,” she moans and her hips begin to quiver, jolting with each lap of my tongue. “Ohhhh. Oh God! Oh Zac! I’m coming. I’m…” A long low moan escapes her throat as her hips buck upward and her thighs tighten around my head. I keep going, licking and sucking and thrusting my fingers inside of her as she convulses around me, holding me to her, her fingers gripping handfuls of my hair as she moans before suddenly she stops.

  “Enough. Enough. Oh God. Enough,” she gasps, pushing me away slightly as I look up at her, surprised.

  “Are you ok? Did I hurt you?”

  “No. Not at all. That was amazing,” she smiles, using her hands on either side of my head to gently pull me so move up her body to hold myself above her. She draws me in, kissing me deeply. “It was better than amazing. Are you sure you haven’t done this before?”

  “Positive,” I assure her, kissing her again. “You’re my first everything.”

  She slides her hands down my back and hooks her thumbs in the waistband of my shorts. “Now how about you get these off and we can go all the way?” She pushes them lower, past my hips and down, down. I suck in my breath as my cock springs out of its confines and lands on her stomach. This just became incredibly real.

  “It’s ok if you want to stop. We don’t have to do everything tonight.” Her fingertips move over my skin soothingly and it only takes a moment before I have control again and I’m calm enough to continue.

  “No. I want to. I just don’t want to blow the moment I get in there,” I admit, laughing uneasily as the nerves fill my chest and buzz about, making it a little harder to breathe.

  “It doesn’t matter if you do,” she whispers, pushing my shorts down further. I help get them off the rest of the way and take a deep breath as she reaches between us and takes a hold of my shaft, gently guiding me with her hands until I’m pressing against her opening.

  “Don’t we need…?”

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nbsp; “If you’d like. But you’re a virgin and I’m on birth control and I want to feel you inside me. Just you.”

  Nodding, I hold my breath and begin to push in, her opening stretching to accommodate my girth.

  “Go slow,” she whispers. “Give me time to adjust.”

  She places her hands on my hips and guides my speed, her mouth falling open in a gasp as she slowly takes my length. Inside is so tight and so warm and I stop when I’m fully inside her.

  “Ohhhh,” she moans, her body quivering slightly around me, making it even harder to stop myself from coming.

  “Evie,” I gasp. “I can’t move. You feel so good. I’m going…oh Jesus.”

  Her legs wrap around my waist and I slowly draw out my length, my body shaking under the strain of controlling my ejaculation. I’m in fucking heaven right now, her body is the sweetest place in this universe and I can’t let this end. Not yet. Not yet.

  It’s so silken. So fucking tight.

  I push my way back in, gliding easier than I did the first time. My arms shake as I hold myself above her, withdrawing and then pushing in as she moves her hips with mine.

  “Oh yes,” she moans, drawing out the word as I push all the way in again, and her insides clench around me, her pussy pulsing against the base of my cock and I can’t take it anymore.

  “Holy shit.” I come. Harder than I ever have before in my life. I keep my eyes locked with Evie’s, her hair falling around her head on the pillow, making her look like an angel beneath me. And I watch her face as her mouth forms an O and her eyes get a look in them that seems to mirror my own.

  “Oh God,” she gasps as her hips twitch and shake then she reaches up and pulls me to her, kissing me softly, slowly, our breathing heavy as we wrap each other up in our arms and roll to the side, staying joined at the hips while we slowly kiss, and touch, and explore, until the sky begins to lighten and our bodies start to crave sleep.

  I begin to drift in and out of consciousness, wanting to stay awake and continue being with her but as her body begins to relax, her face tucked up in my neck as her mouth presses against my skin, I begin to relax myself and I swear as I drift off, I hear her whisper.