"I'm still here," I said. "I didn't run."
Zach pursed his lips into a sad smile and stroked my cheekbone with his thumb before kissing me again.
"You didn't," he whispered.
I took a deep breath and looked him in the eyes.
"I hate that I ran out on you. That I gave you the cold-shoulder."
He shook his head and took a deep breath.
"It's okay. You've more than made up for it. You did."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm sure." He planted a kiss on my forehead and fell back on his pillow. "Have you been up long?"
"A while," I said.
"What time is it? Why didn't you wake me up?" he asked.
"You're very pretty when you sleep." I shrugged.
Zach's eyebrows knotted in the middle, and he leaned back to glare at me.
"Only when I sleep?"
A chuckle escaped my lips before I could stop it and I leaned into him. It was my turn to kiss him.
"You're pretty all the time. Every waking moment," I told him, practically growling, and pulled him into my arms.
He laughed and climbed on top of me, sitting on my limp cock and setting me on fire with a simple touch and a chaste kiss that promised more.
"You keep saying stuff like that and I may just have to fuck you again," he said.
I bit my lip and grabbed him by the back of the neck, pressing him onto me.
"Yes please, sexy. I need you inside me again. And again, and again, and again."
Zach touched my forehead with his and nuzzled his nose against mine.
"That can easily be arranged," he whispered and dragged his hand across my chest and belly, stealing my breath away with every inch he covered.
He gazed into my eyes and drove his lips to mine. His tongue immediately probed for access, and I opened my mouth to give it to him as he wrapped his hand around both our cocks and rubbed them together.
My stomach clenched at the first stroke and tightened even more the more he stroked us. Something rumbled inside me and crawled out of my throat into a guttural moan, like a desperate plea or a secret prayer that Zach consumed with all his might.
With each tug, I got a little more primal, a little more needy, a little more uncontrollable and it wasn't long before I was sweating and groaning, hungry for more. Hungry for him. Hungry for release.
Just when I thought I couldn't take anymore, he let go of my lips and descended on me, planting kisses on my chest and stomach until he trapped me in his mouth. His fingers slipped down my taint and between my ass cheeks and I was so out of breath, so close to coming undone that all I could do was try my darndest to breathe and stare at the ceiling.
The tips of his fingers breached me at the same time he swallowed my cock. I stilled, unwilling to let anything break this moment. Wanting it to last for as long as physically possible. As he curled his fingers inside me, I clenched my hole tighter andhe groaned. I reciprocated when he nudged my prostate with the tips of his fingers and I braced myself for a mind-blowing orgasm when there was a loud knock. It sent Lookah into a barking frenzy, and I sank back into the bed, all tension and promise of a pleasure gone in an instant.
"Whoever it is, I'm killing them, no questions asked," I groaned and Zach pulled himself off me.
His absence felt like a blanket getting yanked away from me, exposing me to the freezing cold. I wanted to pull him back into bed and let him work his magic on me, but he was already pulling his pants up by the side of the bed, so I begrudgingly followed suit.
"To be continued," he stated before leaving the bedroom.
