Slammed #3 (7 page)

I nodded. “Well yeah, I figured that out, but I sort
of wasn’t thinking rationally, you know?”

Zack grinned. “So that explains you totally freezing
me out at the game the other day.”

“I suppose, yeah. I just…I’m really sorry, Zack.
Jess has already explained to me how much of an idiot I am.”

Zack shook his head, smiling still. “Man. I—I
shouldn’t admit this to you, but I was a total mess that night because I just
couldn’t get you out of my head. I kept wondering if you were watching, and I
didn’t know if I wanted you to be watching or not.”

I laughed slightly. “You’re mental, you know.” I
leaned in and kissed him lightly on the lips.

Zack wrapped his arms around my waist and deepened
the kiss, pressing my body close to his. In spite of the alcohol I’d consumed
that night, I didn’t start to really feel drunk until Zack and I began to kiss.
I could smell the scent of his cologne and soap, the softer smell of his skin,
the undercurrent of his sweat. The music swirled around me, penetrating even
into the room—muted, but still present. Through the floor I heard a loud cheer,
but I didn’t care what the cause was.

Zack broke away from my lips after a long moment; my
heart was pounding in my chest. I had only come to apologize and explain, but
in a matter of only a few heartbeats, just being around Zack and feeling his
body pressed to mine had awakened the bone-deep hunger I’d been trying to
ignore for days.

“Why were you up here, and not at the party?” I
asked him breathlessly, that one aspect of the evening sticking in my head.
“I’ve been looking for you for like an hour.”

Zack shook his head. “You could’ve just texted and
asked what I was up to, you know.”

I rolled my eyes. “And that would have ruined the
whole point of coming here. That’s not an answer to my question, you know.”

Zack kissed my temple, and then my cheek, and
finally my lips, probing my mouth with his tongue hungrily until I was
breathless again.

“What can I say?” he said, pulling away from my lips
just slightly. “I didn’t really feel like partying. I just haven’t had the
energy for much of anything since you dropped off the radar.”

I kissed him once more, letting my hands trail over
his broad shoulders, down along the lines and planes of his back.

“How can I make it up to you?” I asked him, smiling
playfully up into his eyes.

Zack raised his eyebrows and kissed my forehead.
“Hold on a second.”

He let me go and turned to the door; I watched as he
grabbed a neck tie off of his headboard and opened the door. He hung the tie on
the knob and closed it once more, not quite sealing out the noise from the rest
of the frat house, but giving us once more some degree of privacy. He locked
the door for good measure and turned to look at me.

“I think you know pretty well how you can make it up
to me.”

He closed the distance between us once more,
wrapping his arms around me and lifting me up onto the bed, pressing me against
it as he climbed up to join me.

Zack’s weight against my body felt so good—even with
clothes on—that for a long moment all I could do was lie there, holding him
close, batting my tongue against his and writhing underneath him, loving the
contact, loving the simple act of kissing him, of making out once more. I
hadn’t let myself realize how much I had come to treasure just the feeling of
physical closeness to Zack—how good it felt just to be in his arms, just to
taste his lips and feel the slight rasping of his stubble against my skin, the
way he touched me just so. I was trembling from head to toe, shaking almost
uncontrollably unless I held him very tightly. I felt as if I was alternately
burning and freezing as the kiss went deeper and deeper, as every nerve ending
in my body came awake.

Zack’s hands moved along the curves of my body
slowly, mapping out every inch of my topography, tracing me everywhere while I
moaned softly against his lips. I felt my pussy getting wet, felt my heart
racing and my body tingling under the onslaught of sensation. It was too
much—it wasn’t enough. I pulled back, needing just a moment to catch my breath
and to find something to hold onto in the face of so much incredible sensation.

“God I’ve missed you,” Zack said, his voice only a
little above a murmur.

He tilted my head to the side and brought his lips
against my neck, kissing and nipping, lapping at my sensitive skin, lavishing
attention down along the column of my throat and then back up. His hands were
slipping up underneath my blouse, touching my bare skin, tickling my ribs and
caressing my waist.

I ducked my head to the side and nibbled sharply at
Zack’s neck, smiling to myself when I heard him groan, tensing against me. His
hips rocked against mine; the skirt was too tight for him to shift down between
my legs, but I could feel the hard ridge of his cock pressing against me
nonetheless, digging into my hip. I took advantage of his temporary distraction
and launched
myself upward, twisting and throwing Zack off of
me
. I tumbled him onto the bed next to me and climbed onto him, smiling
down at him with self-satisfied victory. Zack laughed out loud breathlessly,
shaking his head, his dark eyes almost black with lust and glinting with
amusement. “I thought you were supposed to be making it up to me,” he said,
looking at me with challenge in his gaze.

“I am,” I said, straddling his hips. The skirt
rolled up along my legs, barely covering anything anymore, and Zack glided his
hands along my thighs, tickling and caressing me teasingly. I reached out and grabbed
at the hem of his tee shirt, tugging it upward. “I mean, do you have a better
idea than me going down on you?
Because I’m all ears.”

Zack laughed again, pulling my blouse up and over my
head. He tossed it across the room, sitting up slightly and throwing his arms
up over his head to help me get his own shirt off of him.

“Okay—I’ll give you that. But I have a lot of ideas.
This is just a start—you really owe me, after all.”

I rolled my eyes, smiling to myself. I shifted on
top of Zack, moving my hips down to his thighs, and leaned down to kiss him on
the lips hungrily. Zack crushed me against him, his hands moving over my back,
touching me seemingly everywhere at once until I was almost distracted from the
task I had in mind. I broke away from his lips, panting slightly with desire,
and began to kiss a trail down along the line of his neck, over his collar
bones. I took my time kissing his chest, nuzzling against the soft velvet skin
with nearly no hair on it, listening to his pounding heart as I made my way
slowly but inevitably downward. Zack let out a low groan when I nipped
playfully against his abs, looking up to smirk at him. As I came nearer and
nearer to my objective, I shifted down along his body, settling my weight just
above his knees. I reached down and unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, revealing
his boxer-briefs to my hungry, eager gaze.

I hooked my fingers in his jeans and tugged them
down, over his hips; Zack arched up off of the bed, helping me. I got the thick
fabric down to his knees and Zack kicked his pants the rest of the way off,
lying there on the bed looking up at me with nothing but desire in his eyes. I
pulled his underwear off next, grinning with unabashed delight at the sight of
his hard, thick cock rising up proudly erect, freed from the confines of his
clothes. I wasn’t even fully aware of what happened to Zack’s underwear; they
seemed to disappear without a trace in an instant. The next moment I was
straddling him, wrapping my hand around the base of his cock. I leaned in and
brought my lips to just barely kiss the tip of him, looking up into his
half-lidded eyes as I pumped him slowly but steadily. I finally wrapped my lips
around the head of his erection, sucking and licking almost immediately,
tasting the sharp bitter-salt of his
precum
beginning
to flow.

Gradually, I took more and more of him into my
mouth, bringing my lips to meet my fingers, moving my head slowly up and down
as I worshipped him with my tongue, swirling it around the tip, pressing the
tip in a long line along the underside, wrapping the slick muscle around him as
I sucked harder and softer. I rubbed the base of his cock with my fingers,
stroking him steadily in time with the bobbing of my head, bringing my fingers
up to meet my lips and my lips down to meet my fingers. Zack reached out and
somehow found the elastic holding my hair in the messy bun; he pulled carefully
and my hair
came
tumbling down about my face and
shoulders.

Zack’s fingertips brushed against my scalp, his hand
tightening its grip as he became more and more turned on by what I was doing to
him. I settled my weight on my legs, closing my eyes so I wouldn’t get dizzy as
I gradually picked up my pace. I was able to take him into my mouth almost all
the way—keeping my fingers wrapped around the base of his cock and plunging my
mouth down onto him until my throat began to tickle with the beginnings of my
gag reflex and then pulling back. I breathed through my nose, trying to dispel
the reaction, trying to take him as much as I possibly could, wanting Zack to
know how sorry I was, how much I wanted him, how deep my desire for him was. If
I could make him come—as I had the last time we’d had sex—I could feel as
though I was absolved of my shitty handling of the situation. Logically it made
no sense, but in the buzzing hum of my deep arousal I couldn’t think of
anything else I wanted.

I became utterly focused on Zack and giving him
pleasure, barely even hearing the noise of the ongoing party, barely aware of
the music pounding into the room through the walls. I could hear Zack moaning,
feel his fingers tangling and tightening in my hair, feel his body tensing
underneath me as his cock began to jerk and twitch between my lips. His hips
moved in an instinctive rhythm, thrusting up to meet my mouth, but he was—even
in the midst of his arousal—careful not to choke me. I heard my name on Zack’s
lips over and over again even as my mouth filled with the taste of his
salty-sharp
precum
, flowing more and more freely,
coating my tongue. I reached down between Zack’s legs and cupped his balls
carefully in my hand, jiggling them slightly, playing with them while I worked
him with my mouth. Zack groaned out and I felt a hot spurt of his
precum
shoot alarmingly—and almost laughed. I suppressed
the reflex and continued my worship, giving his balls a gentle squeeze, rubbing
them carefully even as I bobbed my head faster and faster, swirling my tongue
everywhere it could reach.

I felt the tension come over Zack’s body all at
once; every muscle clenched and he let out a long, low moan, shuddering for
just an instant. I backed off slightly, letting the first hot, sticky-slick
spurt of his come shoot into my mouth before I continued sucking and licking,
swallowing each burst of bitter-salt fluid that jolted out of him. After a few
moments, Zack collapsed against the mattress, his grip on my hair easing, his
body shuddering slightly as his cock began to soften. I swallowed the last of
him and pulled back, letting him fall from my lips slick with saliva.

Zack’s eyes were open already as I sat up, smiling
like the cat who’d finally gotten the canary, satisfied with myself beyond
belief and incredibly turned on. “I cannot believe how good you are at that,”
Zack said, shaking his head with a hazy grin.

“Well I was pretty motivated this time,” I said,
slithering up along his body and kissing him on the lips. Zack plunged his
tongue past my lips, tasting himself, crushing me against him with more
strength than I thought he’d possess after such a climax.

“My turn,” he murmured lowly.

He sat up, pulling me around and up along the length
of his body. Instead of stripping me down, he pulled my skirt all the way up
over my hips, hooking his fingers in the waistband of my panties and tugging
them down. I was already soaking wet—incredibly turned on by what I had just
done to him, beyond belief. Zack nibbled at the sensitive skin just below my
navel and nuzzled against my hip as he worked my panties down my legs. I
shifted on top of him, somehow managing to contort myself enough to get my
underwear off and cast it aside.

Zack spread my legs wide, lifting me up slightly
with his strong arms. I cried out as he buried his face against my pussy,
nuzzling my labia as his tongue slid up and down, working its way deeper and
deeper between my folds. He held me in the position he wanted me in, my legs
barely in contact with the bed, my balance entirely dependent on his strength
as he teased my inner labia with the tip of his tongue, flicking it along the
sensitive flesh until I was moaning and twisting, struggling to find leverage.
He slid his tongue deep inside of me, past the meager resistance of my inner
walls, plunging it as firmly into me as he possibly could while he held me in
position. In a matter of moments I was moaning, reaching out blindly for
something to hold onto, shaking with the need for more.

Zack teased me until I was certain I couldn’t take
anymore, and then I was suddenly tumbling backwards, jolted at the last moment
by an impact with a soft surface—his mattress. Before I could recover Zack had
renewed his attacks, bringing the tip of his tongue up to my clit; he flicked
the rough, slippery muscle against the tiny bead of nerves and sending tingling
crackles of electric sensation throughout my body. I twisted and writhed, throwing
my head back against the mattress, reaching out blindly to grab at Zack’s
shoulders and head, threading my fingers in his hair as I pushed my hips down
to meet his mouth. He sucked all of my pussy between his lips that he could,
his tongue lashing up and down along my folds, finding my clit and then dancing
away from it. I was whimpering, moaning, words of praise tumbling out of my
lips without any thought, as pleasure jolted through me, obliterating my
ability to think.