I knew it was inappropriate, but I’d been waiting all week to do that—to show him my appreciation—but I couldn’t risk infecting him.
“Sorry,” I mumbled an apology when he still hadn’t moved moments later.
“No. No…uhm…it’s okay. Coffee!” he announced and turned his back on me heading for the coffee machine. “You need coffee.”
“I’ve got one,” I said and raised my cup in the air.
“Right. ThenIneed coffee,” he insisted without looking at me.
“Isn’t that cup yours?”
“Okay. Lookah?”
He glanced at my dog, and I bit back a laugh.
“Have you been feeding him coffee all this time?”
“No!” he exclaimed and headed for the fridge. “I meant food. He needs…food. Yeah. That’s it. Food.”
Lookah followed him to the fridge and sat impatiently while Zach got his food out but one glance at his bowl told me he’d already been fed.
I decided not to comment on that.
Clearly my little show of gratitude had unsettled him more than I thought it would have. I simply tucked into my breakfast and kept my mouth stuffed so I didn’t say or do anything more inappropriate.
I finished by shoving two mouthwatering muffins in my mouth and retreated to the shower to get rid of my shame and my night sweats.
It was so awkward sharing a bed with a guy I liked while I was at my lowest, sweating profusely all day—and night—long and being able to do fuck-all about it. And yet, Zach hadn’t complained. He hadn’t minded. He hadn’t even flinched when I knew I was not very pleasant to be next to.
But that was Zach. He’d always been sweet, kind, and beautiful.
I sucked in a deep breath and closed my eyes as hot water trickled down my taxed muscles. I rubbed body wash all over, trying to get the stench out.
Of course he was there, in my imagination every time I closed my eyes, smiling and taking care of me. Lighting up when I made any kind of sound that signaled how much I loved his baking.
The more I lathered myself, the more persistent the image of him got. I tried to ward it off. I opened my eyes, shook my head—anything to cast him out of my mind, but it was too late.
My cock pulsed, begging for attention and release.
I huffed.
I guess Iamfeeling better.
I wrapped my fingers around my length and put my free hand against the wall to support myself. I closed my eyes and bit my lip as I stroked my cock.
I didn’t manage two tugs before dream-Zach materialized in front of me, down on his knees, worshipping my cock with his mouth.
He parted his lips and sucked me. He sucked me so fast and hard and he looked up at me while he did as if he was waiting for me to tell him how proud I was or how good a job he was doing.
I stroked my cock faster and Zach got off his knees and climbed my body, planting kisses on my crotch, my abdomen, my chest.
He got to my neck, and a soft moan escaped my lips. I wrapped my arm around him and held him close.
I throbbed the more I imagined him sucking on my neck, leaving his mark on me and checking with me between each kiss. Desirecrawled up my stomach and seized my lungs, but I didn’t stop. I was close, but I didn’t stop.
Not when he went back to swallowing my cock, nor when he found himself behind me, sliding in me, pressing me against the wall and fucking me with wild abandon.
I gasped and hoped to god the sound of the shower was enough to cover my imminent orgasm.
