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Chapter 34

Emilie

What am I doing inviting Zack back to my place when it’s this late? I’m not really sure, but I know I want to soak up as much of him as I can on his night off. His practice tomorrow isn’t until ten am and I don’t meet with Willow until eleven—feels like we need to take advantage of the late morning commitment.

“I can’t believe I got a tattoo!” I say, looking at the clear wrap covering the daisy I've almost gotten done a handful of times.

Zack walks over, hands on my arm, leaning down and inspects it. “Looks so good.”

“Have you heard from your family? Any news?” I ask. I don’t want to keep bringing it up but I can tell he’s worried, like his smile is only hitting a seven when it’s usually an easy nine.

He takes a breath, slow and deep. “No. But I don’t want to think about it. Makes me all itchy and like I should be doing something but, like, I don’t know what it is.”

“Sounds like you need something to take your mind off it,” I muse, stepping in closer, taking a shot in my apartment, my space. “Last time, you took care of me. It's my turn.”

He says nothing, but his eyes are glued to mine. I offer him my hand, which he takes, and I slowly walk to my bedroom.

I press one of four buttons near the light switch. Music fills the room, and soft lighting turns on. This is one of the ridiculous high-tech pieces of Willow’s apartment that I use—preset playlists and lights to match. When I was setting it up, I thought how unnecessary it was, but I secretly love it.

I lightly touch his shoulders, pushing him down so he’s sitting on the edge of the bed.

Zack looks up at me, his eyes intense and deeply blue, like a sapphire. He bites his lip as I stand in between his legs. His hands grip my hips until they reach under my quarter zip, and then under my tank top. I shiver as his fingers start raking up my upper body, skin on skin. Putting my head back, I look at the ceiling as I breathe into his touch. He lightly scratches down, and my body thrums with want.

I put my hands through his hair, pulling harder than I’ve done before, and put one knee on the side of each of his hips. I straddle him and grab the bottom of my quarter zip and tank top, pulling them up and over.

“You’re really good at this distraction thing,” Zack murmurs, fixated on my black bralette, which plunges low.

His lips find the place right below my breasts, and he slowly kisses. With a hand in his hair, I pull him closer, needing more. His arms move from touching the top of my ass to the tiny bralette straps. He hooks the straps and pulls them down.

I arch my back, pushing my tits into him. He immediately puts a nipple in his mouth, frantic, like he can’t get enough. I sigh out a heavy breath and tip my head back. His fingers grasp my other, rolling the bud back and forth, pinching.

“Harder,” I ask.

Zack smiles into my skin, I can feel it. Then he bites with his teeth, playful, but the pressure is exactly what I was hoping for. His fingers flick the nipple not in his mouth before squeezing more than he was.

He switches his mouth and fingers, and each time he nips, sucks, or flicks his tongue, I know I'm about to be soaking wet, and he’s still completely clothed .

“I wanted these perfect tits in my mouth earlier in the dressing room.”

“How bad?” I say between sighs and a groan.

He lets out a frenzied laugh before tipping his chin up. “Fucking bad. Like, walked around thinking of crocheting and baseball and anything that wasn’t remotely hot, longer than was appropriate, to take care of my situation .” His eyes look down toward his crotch, where I can feel his erection again.

Fuck. I’ve thought of him. What he’d feel like. In my hand, in my mouth.

I put my hands on the front of his shoulders and push him back on the bed. Grinding on top of him, with fabric still separating us, I purr, “Seems like we have another situation.” The words coming out of my mouth surprise me—I'm rarely this forward or confident.

“You give me many situations,” he laughs, his hands digging into my hips.

My hands find the top of his shorts, my fingers toying with the band. I stand up and pull them down to see him straining, and I mean straining , against his navy-blue briefs. I touch him, stroking through the fabric, and he moans at the sensation.

It’s official. Zack Andersen moaning is one of the best sounds I've ever heard. Goosebumps pop up on my arms and neck.

“Should we talk about this?” he asks .

I lean back, keeping my hands to myself. “I’m doing what feels right. Is that okay?”

“Fuck yes. I don’t want you to ever stop.” His hands run up my outer thighs over my leggings. “I haven’t been with anyone since the charity event this summer. I get tested monthly and there’s nothing for you to worry about.”

I didn’t think he had been, but the thought of him committing to our fake dating—or whatever the hell we’re doing now—makes something inside me sing.

“My last partner was in July and I’m all good for you, too.” Within seconds, I have my hands inside his briefs and pulling them down.

I’ve not seen a ton of men naked, but the ones I have did a terrible job of preparing me for this. I don’t know what I was expecting, but he’s much bigger than that. I look at my hand to try and make a comparison.

“Are you okay?” Zack asks as I’m taking him in.

“I mean, maybe? I don’t even know if I can fit that in my mouth.” I rub my lips with the back of my hand.

“First, you can’t say shit like that. I'm going to come before you even fucking touch me. And second, you don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

I smirk at him calling me out and then say, “No, I want to.”

I place a kiss on the head of his dick, a bead of precum already formed at the top, now on my lips. Looking up, I see Zack watching me, which makes me want to burst into flames.

My hands slowly stroke him, up and down, until I put the tip in my mouth, swirling my tongue around the swollen head. I run my tongue from the head to the base and then pepper him with slow kisses.

Zack moans and shivers—it makes me want to give him everything.

I put him in my mouth, as much as I can take, and moan at the fullness.

“Fuck,” he sucks in a breath, “that’s so hot.”

I look up for a second to see him still watching me, but his hands gripping my comforter has me trying to take more of him.

I suck him and use my hands at the base, where my mouth can’t reach. Zack lets out a breath through his teeth, and I can feel his muscles contracting .

His breathing is ragged as I change up the pressure of my mouth and my hands. I move my head to give him different angles and try to take more of him.

I gag but have no intentions of stopping.

“You’re going to—” Zack tries to take a breath “—make me come.” He picks his head and shoulders up from the bed and then throws them back.

I smile, kissing the tip of his cock and say, “That’s the point.”

Trying to mimic what I was doing before, his dick is more sensitive in my mouth, and I feel him writhing beneath me. He moves his hips, getting the angle and pressure just right. I wrap my hands tighter around the base of his thick shaft and stroke quickly as I suck the top, matching the pace.

His hands find my hair, and he pulls enough to let me know he’s there. “EJ, I'm going to —” Zack gasps.

I hear his warning, but it just spurs me on. The power I feel, being able to make him feel this good, to talk to me like that. I'm a woman obsessed. I want him to finish in my mouth.

Which is exactly what happens. Zack contracts with his climax, his hands pressing my head just where he wants it, and he spills down my throat.

I swallow and shift off my heels to face him, and his mouth grabs mine before I can even think about what’s next. He kisses me like I’m a life force, like he needs me to keep going. It’s intense, rough, and I love it. The feeling of being needed is so underrated.

He rolls us over, so I’m on the bottom and he hovers on top of me. He bites down my throat and all the way down the front of me. He only stops when he reaches the top of my leggings.

And then his phone rings.

His head falls forward on me while it rings in the kitchen .

“Should you get that?” I ask.

“I really don’t want to.”

When the phone finishes ringing, he looks back at me, smiling and devilish. He runs his hands up the front of my thighs until his fingers touch the band.

But his phone starts ringing again, this time a different tone.

“This has to be a fucking joke,” he says, closing his eyes. “That’s my sister. I should answer it. Don’t move.” Zack stands up, pulls his shorts back up, and closes the bedroom door.

I do what I’m told but his time away quickly turns into minutes, and keep dragging, until I’m no longer itching to be touched. I look at the clock to see that almost twenty minutes have passed. I don’t want to interrupt, so I sit quietly on my bed.

A few moments later, Zack slowly opens my bedroom door, but he doesn’t look like the same man I was with before the phone call.

Immediately, I snap to attention. “What’s wrong?”

“My dad is fine. My sister is not. She and my mom are freaking out. Apparently, my dad said he had a work thing but came home almost black-out drunk.” He sits on the bed, running his hands through his messy hair before rubbing his face. “I don’t know what’s going on with him, and my sister and mom want me to have the answers.”

“Have you talked to your dad?”

“No, apparently he came home and immediately passed out. Acted like it was no big deal.”

Concern etches in the lines of his face, in his forehead, around his eyes. It looks like he might start to cry. The man is tapped out.

“I’m so tired,” Zack whispers. “Mentally. I don’t have the answers.”

I sit next to him, lean my head on his shoulder, and say, “I have an idea. Let’s get ready for bed. Take a hot shower and we’ll get some sleep. Sometimes issues like this need a little space. ”

“I can sleep here tonight?” he asks, his eyes hopeful.

I put my hands on the side of his face and give him a sweet kiss. “Of course.”

After getting him everything he’d need in the master suite, I grab a quick shower in the guest bathroom. I think we both need a little space; Zack for thinking through whatever is going on with his family, and I need to not distract him.

Plus, I don’t know if I’d be able to keep my hands to myself.