Page 21 of F Buddy

“Zach,” I moaned his name, my hips shaking.

He held me still by the insides of my thighs and pressed an open-mouthed kiss on my clit. I cried out, my back arching as I desperately tried to move my hips. But his hands held me still as he kissed my clit as thoroughly as he’d ravaged my mouth before. Then his tongue was at my entrance, thrusting in and out, before dragging up to my clit and pressing hard with the flat of his tongue.

“Zach!”

My hands clenched in his hair, and I was torn whether to pull him away or press him closer. On the one hand, it felt too good. On the other hand, it was quickly becoming too much. If he didn’t pull off, then I was going to come, and I wanted him inside me when that happened.

“Don’t worry,” he murmured like he knew what I was thinking. His lips brushed on my skin as he spoke, making me whine and writhe some more. “You’ll be coming more than once tonight.”

I believed him. So when he pressed his mouth against me again with vigor, I held him to me with my hand in his hair. My orgasm caught me off guard, and I whimpered as I convulsed around his tongue, my body shuddering with pleasure. I slumped down onto the bed, my hands loosening around the strands of his hair and running my fingers through the soft locks. He slid his tongue out of me and up for the last press against my clit that left me shuddering.

He rose above me, kneeling between my thighs. He wrapped my legs around his hips and slid closer until the head of his cock rubbed against my clit and teased at my entrance.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him down into a kiss as he slid inside me in one smooth thrust. I expected him to fuck me hard and fast like he did last time, but instead, he rocked slowly in and out of me, his body coaxing mine to roll with his. His lips moved from my mouth to kiss all over my neck and shoulders, my collarbones, and lower to tease at my nipples, all the while keeping a slow and steady pace, rolling his hips and hitting all my good spots.

I arched my back as another orgasm drew close, and he was right there with me. We came together, the rhythm of our bodies growing slower until we both stilled and caught our breath.

Zach wrapped his arms around my waist and moved me with him as he shifted to lie on his side, holding me fast to his chest. Feeling warm and sated, my eyes slid closed as I fell asleep.

The next morning, I woke up still wrapped in Zach’s arms. I stretched, smiling as my body ached deliciously. I wanted to stay longer, maybe wait for him to wake up and get us breakfast, or something. Instead, I pressed a kiss to his forehead and slid carefully out of his arms. I grimaced as I looked at yesterday’s underwear. I was going to have to remember to put a clean pair in my bag or start just going commando on a regular basis. Putting on a pair of dirty underwear just to have panties on was stupid.

I pulled on the dress, totally bare of underwear and wondered what Zach would think of that, if he knew. I combed my fingers through my hair and let it fall around my shoulders. I wanted to look at a mirror and check my face out as I wouldn’t be taking a shower until I got home. I’d fallen asleep with makeup on, only a little, but still.

No time, though.

It wasn’t like I was running away. At least, that was what I told myself. But when I saw him shift on the bed, I barely held back a squeak as I picked up my purse and shoes and snuck out of the room, then out of the apartment. It locked on the inside when I closed the door, easing my guilt about leaving his door open for just anyone to come in while he slept.

It was fairly early, so I considered myself lucky when I found a taxi without much trouble.

On the ride to my apartment, I thought about last night, from Zach calling me to falling asleep in his arms. I had to admit I felt a little scared of the connection between Zach and me. It was a lot stronger than I thought at first, and I wondered if it was just because I was sober the entire night this time.

I knew I wouldn’t keep away, though. Being with and around him felt way too good for that.

Chapter 8

Zach

I went into work early. I felt upbeat, for once. It had been a week since Scarlett and I went out on what I was calling our first date, nearly two weeks since the wedding, and I couldn’t be happier.

“Hey, man,” I said to the guy in the cubicle next to mine.

He gave me a strange look, probably wondering what I was so damn happy about so early in the morning. Like he had anything to say when he was even earlier than I was, already set up and logged in and starting to work. Officially, work started at eight thirty, and you were considered late if you arrived after nine. But it was barely seven and my head was still hurting from the time I’d had with Scarlett last night. Not that it wasn’t good—it had been amazing—but that was the reason I had a killer of a headache. I only slept with women once, maybe twice if they were in my black book. I’d call, we’d fuck and that would be the end of it. I never took them on dates. Not unless they were a tease and I wanted to fuck them. Then I’d take them out, do the deed and let them know that I wouldn’t be doing it again. But with Scarlett it was different. We’d made a pact and so far it looked as if we were going through with it. That was what had started the fucking headache.

“Yeah,” he muttered. “Oh, um, the department head needs to talk to you about something. She said to tell you the moment you walked in.”

I arched an eyebrow his way, wondering what the problem could be. I put my bag down but didn’t sit down.

“Did she say what was wrong, or…”

“No, she didn’t tell me. She’s in her office, I think you can just go in.”

I sighed and ran a hand through my hair as I deliberated. On the one hand, I didn’t want to be in trouble. There were few reasons why the department head of our floor would be calling on me, even fewer would be good reasons. But I couldn’t think of anything I’d missed. I’d got all my work done this past week. Yeah, I was a little preoccupied with thoughts of Scarlett, but I was old enough not to let my personal life and professional life mix. So what the hell did she want?

“Did she say it was urgent?”

Maybe I could put it off for a little while. But then the guy answered, “Yes.”

Fuck!