Rachel straddled him. The moment his erection rubbed against her ass, she knew she was about to make some serious decisions. “Fuck me, Zack. Now.”
“How did you know what I was fantasizing about?”
He didn’t waste their time by asking if she was sure, if she didn’t want to change her mind, or if she really knew what she was getting into by asking him to fuck her. This wasn’t going to be a jaunt down Climax Street with only his fingers inside of her and his tongue down her throat – this wasn’t last Tuesday night. Nor was it this Saturday, when his tongue plunged between her legs and she came so hard on his face that he quipped that was the closest he had come to drowning since taking up yachting. Rachel knew she was inciting him to fuck her with his cock. And it wasn’t going to be down her throat.
When Rachel landed beside him, naked and legs spread, she only wanted one thing. She had made the decision the moment they left the wedding reception. She didn’t need his love confession to make her retract her vow of celibacy two weeks before it was up.
She wanted him. She needed him. She had tortured herself long enough, flip-flopping on what it meant to have a relationship with a man like this. Before, she hadn’t intended to sleep with him until she slept with someone else first… or they decided to have a serious relationship.
Him saying that he loved her implied they now had something more. Rachel wasn’t about to call him her boyfriend until he could really give her what she wanted.
“Do it,” she begged while Zack’s hungry mouth traversed her naked body, sucking on her nipples and kissing her thighs. “Fucking do it. Now. Please!”
He could have teased her. He could have turned her into his toy and had his own kind of fun with her. But he didn’t. Zack was clearly on the same wavelength as her when he pushed his legs between hers and kissed her into sweet submission.
Yes. This was exactly what she wanted. Trapped beneath him, her legs spread open wide and her whole body ready to take his.
Zack didn’t hesitate. As soon as the head of his hard cock pressed against her opening, he went for it. Rachel was so wet and relaxed, even with anticipation overcoming her, that one moment she had a vow of celibacy and the next it was utterly destroyed.
There was no stopping it once they got started. Not only was Zack completely enveloped around her, his cock so deep that she was pinned to his bed, but Rachel flung herself into every single motion blossoming between them. They didn’t need to ask petty questions like “Do you like it?” or “Does it feel good?” Not when they already understood each other on a more fundamental level. Taking things slowly over the past few weeks had done more good than Rachel could have anticipated. She may have not made it to the end of August without throwing herself at Zack, but the several weeks she did manage to wait were worth it.
She had never felt like she was one with a man before. Yet everywhere she turned her head, cocked her knee, or placed her hand, he was there, perfectly positioned to accept her affection and return it with as much gusto.
Like she could really feel his love with every kiss, caress, and thrust.
Lord, does he know how to thrust!
Rachel arched her back, determined to take him deeper. He did her one better. When Rachel’s back hit the bed again, he rolled her over and claimed her from behind.
“You wanted to know what I fantasize about?” he whispered in her hear. “This. Every fucking night.” He punctured his statement with thrusts hard enough to send her over the edge.
Funny how things really worked out. Because it so happened that Rachel had fantasized about this as well.
She forgot everything. The stress, the financial drains, the uncertainty toward her future… what was there to be anxious about when the man of her dreams fucked her like this? Zack was everything she wanted. Handsome, intelligent, self-motivated but still aware of his personal time… maybe they didn’t have the same exact hobbies, and maybe they didn’t have the same jobs, but everything was close enough that Rachel saw through the fog of intense, sexual pleasure and imagined a night like this every day for the rest of her life.
“You’re so tight.” Zack lay on top of her, surrounding her as he continued to take her in slow, agonizing strokes. “Can’t tell if you’re coming or trying to suck me dry.”
“Fuck me harder and I’ll do both.”
“You sure about that?” It was the first affirmation he sought since their clothes came off. “Because I’m not opposed if you’re not.”
“Now you know what I’ve been fantasizing about every night.”
Zack didn’t hesitate. How could he, when he was already reaching into her depths and given the go-ahead?
They could go for the dirty talk and the role-playing later. They could scream I Love Yous some other time. Tonight was about nothing more than finally indulging in those fantasies that had been blaring at them since the moment they locked eyes in Opal’s Café.
When Rachel came, Zack didn’t dare let up. He fucked her through her first orgasm that left her crying dirty epithets into his pillow. The first thing out of her mouth when he finally slowed down was that he needed to finish things the old fashioned way. Now.
She knew he was on the verge. She had felt him swell within her more than once, but somehow Zack was able to keep his climax to himself. God only knew how much it was killing him. Rachel might as well throw him that bone right now.
She wanted it, anyway.
“Fuck, yes,” she muttered on his lips when they were finally able to kiss again. “Do it!”
Every man she had ever been with before paled in comparison to Zack Feldman, who made her feel so good that she didn’t doubt for one second that she had made the right decision in letting him take her. I wanted this. He wanted this. We had to do it. We couldn’t wait any longer. And from what she felt inside of her and heard on his breath, he couldn’t wait much longer to come.
“Come on,” she finally begged. “Fuck me!”
Her legs couldn’t get any more spread and his hips couldn’t fuck any harder. The only sounds rivaling the headboard hitting the wall were their shouts of orgasm when they finally came.
Rachel held her lover as close as she could while she reveled in the heat raking her body.
Chapter 28
“You have no idea how good it feels,” Zack said half an hour later, when breaths were regained and thoughts clear again, “to get shit off my chest.”
Rachel curled her hand beneath this throat. For the past ten minutes she had been comfortably wrapped around him, fingertips lightly playing with the hairs on his chin. “I have a good idea. Feels like I got a whole load off my chest.”
“Nah. That’s not what I mean.” He continued to absentmindedly stroke her hair as he spoke. “I mean it feels damn good to open myself up like this again. It’s been years since I last let myself make love to someone like that.”
“You mean since your college girlfriend?”
“Yeah. Since Sadie. She really fucked me up.”
Rachel nuzzled her nose against him. “I’m sorry. I know how it feels to get played like that.”
“I still see that guy around, you know.” Zack paused, chewing on his lip. “The guy she cheated with. I have no idea what happened to her, but that guy and I both live here.”
“You said it was a guy in your frat, and that your frat was for rich kids.”
“Lot of hazing happens in rich kid frats.”
“I see.”
Zack continued. “Making you eat weird shit. Making you run around a frosty campus buck-ass naked at five in the morning during midterms. Making you the official guy at the party who has to pick up chicks for the head senior honchos to bone in their rooms, like you’re some roadie on a rock concert tour.” His hand tightened on Rachel’s shoulder. “If you make it to the final round, they make sure you walk in on them fucking your girlfriend.”
What a memory to have shortly after making such fantastic love to Rachel. It was like Zack insisted on self-sabotage. One of the brothers texted me to say they really needed me for something. Then they told me to go up to his room. There they were, Sadie and that shitfuck.
“I know it took two to tango. Sadie wasn’t forced. She sounded almost gleeful after I confronted her. I knew we were having some issues because I couldn’t give her as much attention that semester, but… did that make it okay to sleep with the first guy who offered? How many other guys did she sleep with when I was distracted with rushing?”
Rachel placed a firm hand on his chest. “Don’t do that to yourself. It was years ago.”
“Not that long ago when you think about it.”
“I’d rather not.” Rachel rolled onto her back. After being in constant contact for the past hour – even when they went to wash up in the bathroom before falling back into bed – it felt strange to no longer have her skin against his. Every time she moves away from me, I become convinced that it’s the end. Zack could still remember the last time Sadie touched him with any affection at all. Every woman since then had been nothing but a Band-Aid on his heart.
The thought that Rachel could be the first one to rip off the Band-Aid and make him try the whole relationship thing again nearly bowled him over. Then again, wasn’t that the first thing he thought of when he saw her all those weeks ago?