Milly’s cheeks turn red, and she glances at her brother before starting the car again. When she checks the rearview mirror, I sign, “You’ve got this.”
She releases a deep breath and tries again. When shestalls twice more, I worry that Zac’s patience is running on fumes.
He shoves a hand through his hair, exhaling before signing, “Try again. Lighter on the accelerator.”
Milly adjusts her grip on the wheel, squares her shoulders, and it’s a fucking miracle, but she finds the bite point perfectly this time. The car rolls forward, steady and smooth.
Her face lights up, pride flaring in her eyes.
As she picks up speed, Zac indicates to the gear-box, and with a look of fierce determination, she changes into second without grinding the gears. He doesn’t relax, though, swallowing hard as she shifts into third, and then fourth.
My phone buzzes in my pocket as the car rumbles down the quiet back road, and I pull it out to check it.
Hannah: Operation alone time with the bf is all systems go. Thursday night. You’re welcome.
Once again, Hannah has come through. I owe her big time.
Chapter 29
Zac
“Tell me why you didn’t think of this weeks ago,” I moan, burying my head in Noah’s sheets and breathing deep as he buries his pierced cock into me from behind.
He chuckles as he presses soft kisses against my shoulder blades.
We didn’t waste any time locking ourselves in Noah’s bedroom after his housemates left on their double date with two of Hannah’s friends. They’ve gone for dinner and a movie, so we should have a few hours.
“Remember your promise?” he murmurs, his breath warm against my feverish skin.
“Mm, fuck,” I grunt as he bottoms out.
“I want you screaming my name.” He punctuates his request with a deep thrust, and I shout out another curse.
My dick is hard as stone, leaking a mess onto the sheets beneath me.
It’s been almost two months since he fucked me, and so much has changed between us, but the one constant is the way my body reacts when he touches me. Sweat beads along my temples and down my back as my breaths come inragged pulls. The rest of the world has disappeared, and it’s only me and him. It’s intoxicating. I can’t get enough of his strong hands all over me.
“So fucking tight,” he groans, digging his fingers into my hips as he rotates his, hitting that pleasurable spot.
“Oh, shit.” I cry out, my voice hoarse. “Yes, Noah. Right there.”
“Say it again,” he growls, curling himself around me to nip at my ear.
“Noah. Mm, yes.” I reach for him, pulling him in for a messy kiss.
And fuck can this man kiss. I’ve spent the last month exploring his mouth, finding out what draws the most sinful noises from those full, pouty lips. Like right now, when I suck on his tongue and swallow his gravelly moan.
He picks up his pace, hitting that spot over and over again. “You feel so good squeezing me like that, baby.”
I melt into his sheets, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through my body. Noah runs his fingers along my spine in a gentle caress, and I shiver, clenching around him. He groans, slowing his pace and pushing into me with deep thrusts.
“Noaaah,” I moan, dragging out his name in pleasure.
“Tell me what you need, Zac,” he says, his gravelly voice causing my pulse to quicken.
“I need…” I pant, words escaping me as ecstasy curls at the base of my spine. “Oh, fuck. I need…” Lust clouds my mind; I can’t form a coherent thought, let alone voice it.
A resounding crack sounds in the room, followed by a sharp sting on my arse. I tense, a gurgled sound slipping from my lips only seconds before my orgasm goes off like a bottle rocket, and I coat the sheets and my abs in a sticky mess.
