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Zoey

There, I said it!

A long silence follows my words, and I can’t predict how Zach will react to the news. His face doesn’t give much away, and for a frightening second, I am terrified he’s going to walk away. I had to tell him the truth; he was going to find out I’m a virgin anyway. There was no way around it, and yet, I find myself questioning whether I should have kept that last bit to myself.

The truth is, I’ve never given my first time much thought. All my friends had this romantic idea of how it would happen and with whom, but I never let myself obsess over it. I always imagined it would happen when the time was right, but standing in front of Zach, I feel a surge of panic course through me.

“You’re nervous,” he says, but makes no move to approach me. “You didn’t look this nervous when I met you, and you definitely didn’t look nervous when you drove away with a total stranger.”

“I wouldn’t exactly call you a total stranger,” I say, chuckling nervously. He definitely didn’t feel like a stranger when I was rubbing off on him in the car. He’s a man I never thought I would ever be in the same room with, let alone kiss, and yet, here we are. After following his career for so long, I feel like I know him. “You know nothing about me, but I’ve known of you for years. And maybe that’s why I am nervous.”

His brows wing upward at my words. “You are nervous because you know me?”

“Yes,” I blurt, then continue to pour out all my thoughts, unable to stop myself. “I’ve watched you for so many years, so there’s pressure to perform and meet your standards. I assume they must be high considering the women I’ve seen hanging around you, and they are all gorgeous models that I don’t hold a candle to… I’m blabbering, please stop me.”

Zach closes the distance between us and grips my neck, tipping my head back before slamming his mouth hard on mine. I whimper at the contact as my shoulders slowly lose the tension I had been carrying. Moisture floods the secret spot between my thighs when his tongue grazes mine, and he responds with a low rumbling noise in his chest that sends my heart racing faster.

“If you are nervous about sex,” he rasps against my lips, and it takes my muddled brain a moment to make sense of the words, “we don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with. It’s your first time; you deserve for it to be everything you want.”

“I don’t want to stop. I want you to be my first.” There goes my mind-to-mouth filter malfunctioning again. Christ, what’s happening to me? I was trained to measure my words carefully, but around this man, I am a jumbling mess. “I…I mean…”

“There are a hundred things I can do to your body without going all the way.”

My lips part on a shaky breath. “What kind of things?”

“How about I show you instead,” he says thickly, tracing his mouth over mine in more of a touch of skin than a kiss. “I’ll make your body sing, and in turn, show you what I like if you want me to. How does that sound?”

Getting my first lesson on sex from Zach Westwood is beyond my wildest fantasies. I’ve dreamed up some crazy things about the man, but none of those even come close to this. I am still not convinced that this isn’t some wild dream I am stuck in, but whatever the case, I don’t plan on missing out on my chance to be with Zach.

“That sounds good,” I manage, my voice a little breathy when it comes out.

He chuckles but doesn’t share the joke as he slowly lowers his mouth back on mine. “You are a gem,” he breathes, and then he’s kissing me, but unlike back at the car where it was all hunger and desperation, he takes it slow this time.

My eyes flutter closed as the sides of our noses touch. I brace my hands on his shoulders as I lose myself in the kiss, letting him take as much as he wants and receiving just as much back. He tastes like coffee still. I don’t remember my coffee tasting as delicious as it does on his tongue, more addictive with every stroke.

I’ve been kissed once before, but it was nothing like this. That kiss was awkward, and it lasted all of thirty seconds, leaving me questioning why the hell people made a big deal out of something as mechanical as a touching of lips.

There is nothing mechanical about the way Zach licks into my mouth. Or the way my body molds perfectly against his when he wraps a hand around my waist and yanks me hard against him. Unlike my one kiss in college with a nameless freshman, I don’t want this one to end.

I dread waking up from this dream!

Zach is insatiable, or maybe it’s me who can’t get enough. His mouth is still pressed on mine as he pushes me to my back on the bed, and the kiss quickly turns from teasing to downright obscene. We’re breathing into each other’s mouths, our tongues in an erotic dance that sends more heat flooding my sex. I claw his shoulders as I writhe under him, trying to rub my aching sex on the hard ridge of his erection, crying out at the delicious feeling that spreads through my tummy.

“Oh God,” I whimper needily, dragging my nails over the firm muscles of his back and rocking forward, touching him like I’ve imagined doing a hundred times over. He makes a hoarse moan, breaking the kiss to look at me.

“Fuck, baby, we’ll be done before we get started if you keep rubbing against me that.”

I don’t have it in me to be mortified by my wanton behavior. No, that will come later when I’m back to my senses, but for now, I need…more.

“Want you.”

“And isn’t that music to my ears,” he growls as his hand leaves my hair. With a hard grunt, he grabs my hand and brings it between us. I gasp when he presses my palm against his hardness. “See how fucking hard I am for you, kitten?” His dark eyes are fiercely locked on mine as he uses my palm to fondle himself. My heart is pounding so hard in my ears that I can barely hear my own thoughts as I start to stroke him through his pants. My movements are hesitant at first, but the fire in his breathing turns ragged and uneven, fueling me on. I like seeing it in his eyes, reading it on his expression—proof that I am not the only one affected by this. That I can have any effect on this man floors me. “Fuck, baby! We need to slow down if you don’t want me to blow in my pants right now.” But wouldn’t that be a sight to behold, sending Zach Westwood over the edge with my touch like he did to me earlier.

As if reading my mind, the man pulls my hand away. “Zach…”

“You’ll have your turn, kitten,” he says, tracing his touch up my waist and palming my breasts with his massive hand. My back arches off the bed with a moan when his knuckles tease my pebbled nipples through my blouse. “Let me pleasure you first, kitten. Show you all the ways I can make this body sing. You want that too, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I breathe.

“Good, now trust me,” he says. With those dark eyes locked on mine, he fists the neckline of my blouse and yanks it off, sending the small buttons holding it in place flying. He then proceeds to tear off the entire thing, revealing my breasts covered by the thin silk of my bra, pebbling nipples pushing greedily against the fabric. He breaks the eye contact to look at my tits, and I fight the urge to cover up. “Jesus, Zoey, you are perfect,” he grinds out roughly, taking my breasts into his large hand and kneading it greedily. “So fucking gorgeous. I can’t wait to taste you.”

I suck in a sharp breath. “T-taste?”

My body is shaking when Zach lowers his head, placing a soft kiss on my throat, making me arch up at the soft caress of his lips. “You’re going to like it, I promise,” he rasps against my skin, trailing his mouth down my body, and I’m practically heaving when he stops at my tits, tugging down my bra and leaving them exposed. “Fuck, kitten,” he growls seconds before he takes my left nipple between his lips, rolling his tongue over the pebbled bud, and I darn near lose my mind.

My back jolts off the bed with a sob as a storm of heat floods my sex. I have no idea what to do with my hands, raking them over his shoulders as he sends these wild sensations rocking through my body.

I cry out as he sucks the stiff bud in his hot mouth, drawing on it slowly as his hands slide under my skirt. I barely notice them until he’s tugging my panties off. I don’t know what is happening to me. Or how to deal with it. It’s an overload of sensation from the painfully soft caress of his hands grazing my thighs to the maddening mouth teasing my puckered nipples, shifting his attention from one to the other.

God. Oh God!

My body is trembling hard when he finally lets go and starts tracing his lips down my stomach. He bunches my skirt around my waist and bends my knees, leaving me exposed. At some point in the haze of all this madness he must have stripped off my panties as I feel his warm breath caress my naked sex when he leans in to kiss my inner thigh.

“I’ve never wanted anything as badly I want to taste this pussy right now,” he rasps against my thigh. “Not one of my wins or records on the track can compare to this. Even the excitement of a race doesn’t make my heart beat as hard as it is right now at the addictive scent of your pussy!”

I let myself believe his words, wanting desperately for it to be true.

With a hoarse sound, one that tears from his chest, Zach presses his mouth to my naked sex. His forearm pins me on the bed as he parts my folds with his tongue before running it over the wet valley of my womanhood.

My mouth parts on a scream, hands scrabbling to grab something before finally grasping the sheets and tugging hard. Nothing could have prepared me for the sensation that rolls through my body, and he doesn’t give me a moment to recover as white light flashes behind my eyelids when his tongue grazes a sensitive spot. “God! Oh, Zach!” I sob, my body arching off the bed, but the arm on my stomach anchors me. “W-what are you doing to me?”

“Not enough if you can still speak.”

He makes a rough sound as he presses his tongue over the sensitive bud, his breathing heavy as he laps at it, bathing it in fast strokes until I am writhing and sobbing on the bed. After our little interlude in the car, I thought I knew pleasure, but that feeling pales in comparison to what Zach is doing to me now.

My cries grow fevered as pressure gathers in my core, so strong it threatens to knock me out. It’s scary how fast it’s growing, and I question if I’m I’ll shatter completely, but I don’t have to wonder for long. He suctions his mouth over the sensitive bud, drawing roughly at it, and that sends me right off the edge into what feels like a bottomless pit.

For a blinding and blissfully long second, I lose all my senses. My back arches off the bed, mouth open with a scream as I climax. I shudder violently, my muscles clenching as a delicious pull spreads to the tips of my toes, causing them to curl with pleasure. His mouth stays on my sex, lapping at the moisture coating my folds through the orgasm until I am a trembling mess. I’m still shaking when he pulls back, his mouth damp with my arousal, and that does something to my insides.

His eyes are heavy with lust as he straightens up before climbing off the bed completely. “Your turn, kitten,” he says, forcing my gaze from his to the hand ripping at the button of his pants. He wraps his hand around his thick shaft and slowly strokes himself, eyes locked on mine as he does so. “I want that sexy mouth on me.”

“Show me,” I breathe, straightening up as well and getting to my knees on the bed. “I’ve never done anything like this before, will you…teach me?”

“Fuck, when you look at me like that, I don’t fucking know how I will last more than a few seconds,” he says thickly, pushing down his pants along with his white boxer briefs to reveal his impressive cock. The sight of it snaps me back to sobriety, and not for the first time, I question if I’m up to the task of pleasing him. God, will that even fit in my mouth? Maybe I should’ve paid more attention whenever my friends spoke about sex.

But I want to do this. More than anything in the world, I want to bring pleasure to the man who’s stolen my heart. He doesn’t even know it, but I belong to him.

“My turn,” I whisper, albeit shakily as I move closer to his massive erection. It’s thick and veiny with clear moisture on the slit. Once I’ve moved past the shock of the size, I marvel at the beauty of his cock, suddenly eager to feel the smooth skin on my tongue.

Zach’s dark eyes stay on mine as he fists my hair, leveling my mouth with his wide girth. “Open for me, kitten,” he rasps, and it’s almost like he has me in a trance as I follow his order. “I won’t last long, baby. I couldn’t even if I wanted to.”

“Okay,” I breathe, leaning forward and brushing my tongue over the crown of his cock, and a ragged exhale of air whooshes out of him.

“Fuck!” he says unevenly, the muscles of his stomach clenching, and I crave more of his reaction. With our roles reversed, I understand now how he felt watching me come apart under his mouth.

I want to be the one to bring him to that point. Even if it’s just this one time.

I lean in again, and this time, I don’t hesitate as I run my tongue over his shaft, bathing it in slow licks. “Let me in your mouth, kitten,” he growls, brushing my lips with the head of his cock, and I take him as deep as I can before pulling back with cough. “Go slow, baby. You don’t need to take me in all at once.” I repeat the motion, bobbing my head up and down his thickness, dragging my tongue over his warm skin as I would a lollipop. Granted I’ve never had one as big as his shaft, but I’m nothing if not a quick learner, or at the very least, an eager one.

Zach groans, tugging at my hair as his hips start pumping slowly in my mouth, moving more fervently by the second. “Goddamnit, kitten. Your mouth is a fucking haven,” he heaves, his movements growing urgent, and I struggle to take him, eyes widening in surprise when I feel him grow thicker in my mouth. “Fuck, I won’t last!” he growls, heaving harsh breaths, and I push down, doing my best to relax my throat, my eyes tearing up as I take in as much of him as I possibly can, and he roars, the muscles around his body tensing up before he erupts. I’ve barely gotten a taste of him when Zach yanks me back, shooting his hot, salty seed over my lips and cheeks, bathing my neck and exposed tits with spurts of his sticky release. His groan is hoarse, head thrown back to reveal the corded muscles of his neck and perfectly chiseled jaw.

I drink him in, knowing that I am seeing a side of this man none of his fans ever will. Something I would never reveal in my article for anyone to read. A sense of power rushes through me. I did this to him. Me . Despite my inexperience, I made this magnificent man tremble.

And he is truly magnificent. Zach is a sight to behold on the circuit, but God, he’s a dream in bed.

“Fuck me, Zoey.” Those dark eyes are back on mine as he releases the hand in my hair to run his thumb over my lips. “You are so fucking gorgeous,” he rasps as he slips his thumb into my mouth, and I close my lips around it, sucking gently and tasting the salt clinging to his finger. “Such an eager student. I have so many more things I could teach you if you’re willing to learn.”

I have a life in the city, one I left without much of a plan to follow this man to his hometown. I didn’t come here for sex. No, I came to try and convince this man to let me interview him, but as I stare into those gorgeous eyes, I find myself wanting to learn more. For him to be the one to teach me everything.

I should snap back to reality fast, remind myself that I am a blogger here to get a story, not sleep with my subject, but maybe…

Maybe one more lesson won’t hurt. Afterall, we’ve already crossed that line. Might as well obliterate it altogether, right?

Focus, Zoey! I should be content that I’ve gotten this much from the man. Anymore, I’ll be setting myself up for a heartbreak.

“Zach—”

“Hold that thought,” he says, pushing back as he tucks himself back in his pants. “Stay here, I’ll be back in a second.”

It’s not like I have anywhere else to go, so I simply nod. He flashes me a smile that sends my heart racing ridiculously fast before disappearing into the ensuite. I catch the sound of water running, and minute later, Zach walks out with a wet towel in his hand.

Oh, right.

“Thanks,” I say, reaching out for the towel, but he moves it away.

“Let me,” he says, crouching beside the bed, which places us at eye level. Something shifts in my heart when he carefully runs the warm towel over my face, clearing away the mess we made. He rushes back to the bathroom and comes back with another clean towel, repeating the motion over my breasts until I’m clean. When he comes back a third time, he has a robe in hand.

A part of me wants him to be a jerk, if only to be snapped back to reality, but Zach makes it hard for me to remember how terrible of an idea getting involved with him is, and as I stare at the man in a room heavy with the smell of sex, I realize that fighting myself on this will not stop it. It will only delay the inevitable.