Happiness blooms inside me at his harsh tone.
Not because of other guys he just referred to but because of him. Because he’s the guy who gets reduced to his most basic self with me.
Zach makes me feel beautiful. He makes me feel stunning.
“What about you?” I pant, fisting his t-shirt. “Are you going to find another girl to date?”
His smile is cold. “I don’t date.”
Something breaks apart inside of me at his words. Some sort of a dam and I’m flooded with emotions. So many savage, violent, possessive emotions.
He’s mine. I don’t care what girl comes after me, he’ll always be mine.
His dick has been buried between our bodies and I rub against it, whispering, “I want you to do something for me.”
Zach rocks back even as he watches me suspiciously. “What’s that?”
It’s like I’m sick.
I’m possessed. There’s a demon inside me. I swallowed it up the day I kissed him.
“I want you to fuck me.”
“Yeah?”
I nod. “Yes.”
“Right here, in this closet? Where anyone can hear us.”
I put my hands on his shoulders and twist against his erection. “The night you came back, I shut myself in this closet. Because I didn’t want you to see me.”
“You were hiding from me.”
“Yeah. I want you to fuck me in this closet, Zach. Show me.”
“Show you what?”
“That I can never hide from you. That I was stupid to do that.”
A muscle jumps on his cheek. “That’s the smartest thing you’ve done ever since I got back.”
And then, he swoops down and kisses me like this is our last kiss on this earth. He kisses me like we’re coming to an end and this is how he wants it to happen.
This is how he wants them to find us, our lifeless bodies entwined together, and our lips sealed.
I kiss him back with equal fervor. With all this chaos inside of me.
My heart can’t keep up with it. Everything is untethered, loose and banging against each other. All my organs, my bones.
My soul.
Zach breaks our kiss to move down to my neck and I bite my lip against the rush under my skin. My fingers bury themselves in his hair and my hips have increased their tempo.
He reaches my chest and bites my nipple through my uniform, making me gasp. He’s sucking it, making love to it with his mouth and I feel it, feel the lash of his tongue through the cotton of my uniform and bra.
When he moves to the other breast, I see the wet spot he left on my dress and I almost come at the filthy, erotic thing he’s done to my body.
“Zach, please…” I beg, moving against him restlessly.
His hands get under the white hem of my dress and grab my ass as he keeps sucking on my nipple, like he’s drinking from it. Like he’s drinking my lust and hormones.
I’m coming apart right now. My whole body is drying out.
Just when I think I can’t take it anymore, Zach steps back from me, his lips wet and shiny, and spins me around.
My palms smack at the door and the sound is so loud that it echoes inside my chest.
Panting, I look back. “What are you doing?”
Zach appears possessed too. In a trance as he watches me, my arched spine and my stuck-out ass. He grabs my hips and squeezes, making my eyes flutter with arousal and heaviness before pressing his wildly breathing chest against my back.
“You wanna get fucked in a closet, baby?” he whispers in my ear.
I jerk out a nod.
“This is how you get fucked in a closet. From behind. Like we’re two animals so desperate and crazy for each other that we can’t even bother to find the nearest horizontal surface.”
His words are filthier than anything I’ve heard in my life. More erotic and charged up and life-giving than my pounding heart and the blood flowing in my veins.
And all I have to give him in return is my slutty moan and a sharper arch of my back, offering him my ass.
“You want that? You want me to fuck you like that?” he rasps.
“Yes. Fuck me like I’m your slut and you can’t get enough of me.”
I feel his smile down to my curled toes. He presses a soft kiss on my cheek before moving away and flipping my dress up, over my ass. His fingers are rough and urgent as he hooks them around the band of my panties and pushes them down.
I’m panting. My breasts are pressed up on the door and my palms are sliding with sweat.
I imagine him pushing into my body any second now. I’m anticipating it, dying for it like my next breath.
But I feel something completely different.
Zach comes down to his haunches and presses his face in between my legs, making me sway on my feet.
I turn around just as he swipes my core with the flat of his tongue. My taste makes him groan and one of my hands reaches back and grabs hold of his velvety strands.