Barefoot, I picked my way up the perfectly bricked front path, to the no-longer-sagging porch, and all the while my stomach worked itself intoknots.
The thing was, I wanted this guy more than I’d wanted anyone. Ever. But he also scared me. Not in a creepy way, but in a what-am-I-getting-myself-into way. There’d been a big sting in town, a few years back. This group of three or four people had rented a massive, fancy-ass house, which they’d used as the headquarters for their massive fake ID ring. When the cops had shown up, they’d found weapons and drugs and all sorts of illegalstuff.
And I was worried. So much about Zach seemed…wrong. Not wrong, actually. Right, but off, or something. Like he’d put up a front that nobody could get through. Except for possiblyme.
I raised my hand toknock.
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Zach
I turnedon every single light in preparation for her arrival. And then turned a few off. Because, Jesus, everything I did right now was overkill. Offering rides, inviting her over, installing a wine fridge in the kitchen filled with rosé, because she told me it was herfavorite.
I rubbed a hand over my face and tried to remember if I’d forgotten anything. The wine she liked, those truffle potato chips she mentioned on the phone the other night—the ones she lusted after, but never bought cause they were seven bucks a bag. And, yeah, a big-ass box ofcondoms.
My cock was hard just thinking about them. Christ, I’d been hard off and on all week. Just hearing her voice and getting those texts. But I wanted to feel her against me again. I wanted to suck in her female smell and taste her when she came. I palmed my dick and willed it to go down. We hadn’t agreed to sex tonight, and no way was I pushing her to do it if she wasn’tready.
Maybe I should go to the bathroom and make myself come. Just to take the edge off, because if I stayed like this, I’dbe—
A knock, louder than I was used to with the newknocker.
Okay.Shit.
I walked to the door, pulled it open and, goddamn, she smelled good. Already, from here, I got a whiff. A perfume, which she hadn’t worn the last time, but she was there behindit.
“Hey,” was all I could manage. Slick ashell.
Something fell to the floor with a plastic bag rustle and she was in my arms. Soft.Real.
Our mouths met, hard, lips opening fast, tongues meeting, devouring. Our teeth clashed, but even that felt good—right, like we needed to meet on all fronts to make thiscount.
My shoulder jammed into something—the open door. I shut it and followed her as she stumbled back the two steps to lean onit.
It was impossible to find a spot for my hands to settle. Behind her head, on her side, stroking down to squeeze her hip, then behind her, where I cupped her bottom. Her legs made their way around my waist, I pulled her upand…
“Fuck, you feelgood.”
She made that long, lowMmmmmsound I’d been dreaming about all week. I wanted to record it, bottle it, keep it with me and add it to my dailysoundtrack.
“I love thatsound.”
Instead of asking what I meant, she tightened her arms around my shoulders and wound her fingers into my hair, pulling me in. There was no room between us now. My cock pressed right up against that hot, readyplace.
Like two parts of a well-oiled machine, we moved together, like we’d been doing this foryears.
I was hard and ready and I wanted her. I wanted this,now.
“Is thisgood?”
“It’s good,” she said, sounding out of breath andeager.
“What shouldI…”
Her hips moved against mine with a rhythm that suited me perfectly and, if I just pretended, I could imagine how much better this couldbe.
“I want you inme.”
I stilled, my breath the only sound in the room. Possibly the entireworld.
