Wrong Girl (26 page)

Zack
grabs me firmly, lifting me off the counter as he carries me out of the kitchen
and through the living room. We’re standing in my bedroom within seconds and he
unceremoniously lets go of me so I fall onto the bed as soon as we enter.

“I
am seriously tempted to rip this dress off you right now.” He groans loudly,
allowing his large hands to roam every single curve of my body.

“Do
it.” I urge him, sitting up on the bed so I can bring our bodies closer.

He’s
still standing and I desperately need to close the distance between us more
than anything in this world.

“You
sure?” He asks doubtfully, hesitating before he tears the flimsy material from
my body.

“Do
you want me naked or not?” I challenge him, allowing my fingertips to caress
the bare skin on my chest, teasing him by cupping my breasts as I continue to
gaze up at him.

“
Fuck
.”
He moans loudly in frustration, his eyes alight with a burning passion for me.

I
gasp as he yanks the clothing from my body, leaving me only in my white bra and
panties. His intense gaze travels across my body as his breathing becomes heavy
and his hands reach out to caress the skin on my inner thighs. He prises my
legs apart, exposing my innocent underwear to him as he trails his thumb across
the damp fabric of my panties. He inhales sharply when he realises how ready I
am for him and I internally cringe, embarrassed and self-conscious about how
aroused I actually am for him.

“Don’t.
Don’t hide from me, Samantha. You have no fucking idea how hot it is for me to
see how soaking that sweet pussy of yours is for me.”

I
moan with pleasure, allowing my legs to fall open to his penetrating gaze. He
continues to draw small circles with his thumb through the moist material and I
find myself rocking my hips back and forth against the slight pressure his
applying to my clitoris through my underwear.

“Zack…
that feels incredible.” I whimper, on the edge of a precipice that will cause
me to shatter into a thousand pieces from his touch.

“Unhook
your bra.” He instructs me, sounding dominant and commanding.

I
do as he asks, hastily scrambling with the clasp of my bra. I’m desperate to
free my breasts so I can witness his expression darken with lust. I want to see
the desire in his eyes and know that I am the sole reason behind that yearning
he has for me.

His
mouth latches onto one of my breasts as soon as they are bare and unprotected.
He continues to stroke me as he suckles on my nipple, swirling his tongue
around it as he increases the movement of his hand between my legs. I’m
violently close to coming but need to feel his touch directly on my skin. I
don’t want anything to separate us, I need him to know how turned on I am. I
want to come all over his hand and I want him to crave the exact same thing.

It’s
as though Zack can read my mind as he slides my panties to the side, exposing
myself to him and his fingertips. He sucks in a deep breath, glancing down at
my engorged clitoris which he continues to stroke with his thumb.

“I
wanted to take my time with you. I wanted to explore every single inch of your
body and not rush this but… I really don’t think I can. I have to taste you
again right now, I can’t wait.”

My
mouth falls open in astonishment as I watch him hastily make his way down my
body, yanking my thighs apart so he can settle his face in-between them. I freeze
for a split second, suddenly shy and slightly uncomfortable with the level of
intimacy between us in this position. I know we did this last night but I can’t
help thinking that a repeat of last night’s performance is going to destroy us
both. We had both convinced ourselves that last night was going to be a one
off, our one and only chance to be together and we’re already going back on
that promise.

“Zack…
this is wrong.” I tell him, struggling to keep the tremor out of my voice.

“No.
No, it isn’t.” He insists, purposefully ignoring my protests.

“It
is. We shouldn’t be doing this.” I whimper, trying to evade his persistent
mouth in an attempt to remain in control.

“You
can’t ask me to stop now. Please don’t ask me to. I’m begging you.” He pleads
with me, locking those incredible brown eyes on my own.

“But
we agreed. We said it would be just one night.” I argue, remembering how
adamant we both were that we would never speak about it again.

“Fuck
our agreement and fuck everything I ever said to you before now. I know I can’t
go a single fucking day without you and I already need to taste you again before
I explode.”

“B-but
what about Rachel?” I stammer, dreading and demanding an answer to my question
at the same time.

“I’m
not thinking about her. I know that makes me a bastard but I don’t care.” He
replies coolly, finally providing my aching pussy with a graceless,
self-gratifying lick.

My
hips automatically raise themselves off the bed, frantically seeking more
pleasure from him. I
need
him to feel this too, I long to drive him
absolutely crazy, torturing him with my body and the indescribable fervency
that feel for him and the connection that we share.

“Please.”
I beg him, bordering on the brink of insanity when he refuses to reward me with
another sample of his exquisite touch.

“My
girl is so greedy. I’ll have to teach you to be patient.” He chuckles softly,
blowing gently against my aching core, causing me to tremble and quiver
uncontrollably.

Wait
a minute. Did he just call me
his
girl???

“Zack,
don’t torture me.” I warn him, glaring angrily. “Just do it.”

“Do
what?” Zack taunts me, a self-satisfied smirk on his face.

“You
know what.” I say through clenched teeth, fisting the quilt which lies beneath
me.

“Nope.
I really don’t.” He teases, struggling to conceal the playful grin on his face.

“Zack…”

“If
you say it, I’ll do it.” He challenges me, making his way back up my body until
we’re face to face.

“I-I…
I want you to… to lick me.”

“Lick
you where?” He whispers huskily, stroking his mouth up and down the length of
my jawline.

“I
want you to eat my pussy.” I moan, speeding over the words as I cover my blushing
face with my shaking hands.

“Fuck,
I can’t describe what that did to me hearing you say that.” He groans, quickly
repositioning himself between my thighs.

His
fingers gently spread my folds before he plunges his tongue all the way inside
of me. I cry out in complete and utter ecstasy, arching my back and closing my
eyes as I desperately try to squirm away from and seek his unrelenting,
persistent mouth.

Zack
groans loudly, allowing me to feel the vibration from his throat right through
me. I curl my fingers through his dark hair, shamelessly grinding my soaking
pussy against him. He encourages my actions, making sure my legs are spread
wide apart as he continues to feast on his own personal banquet.

“Come
on my tongue, baby. Fuck, I want to taste you. I
need
to taste you
again.” He murmurs.

His
words embolden me to do just as he asks and I let myself go, circling my hips
against his mouth as his tongue continues to fuck me, swirling around inside me
as he begs me to come.

“Mmmmm
you taste so good. I love how you taste, baby. That’s why I need you to come
for me right now. Sweetheart, let me taste your sweet juices. Give me
everything, give it to me right now.” He commands me, throwing one of my legs
over his shoulder, opening me up to him even more and providing him with more
access.

My
orgasm hits me with a tornado-like force. The impact is catastrophic and it
shatters my whole being into a thousand pieces. I whimper, scream, moan and beg
for more, increasing my volume as I ride out the magnificent wave of euphoric
delight.

Zack
is left panting and breathless too, his lips glistening with my moisture as he
crawls up the length of my body. I take him by complete surprise when I grab
him by the back of the neck, bringing his irresistible lips towards mine. I
don’t even care that they’re now covered in my own arousal, I just need him to
kiss me.

Our
lips collide and I part his lips with my tongue, savouring the unique taste of
myself as we kiss passionately. I know the fact that I’m finding out how sweet
I am turns him on, increasing the pace of our tongues as they circle one another.
It’s as though he is making love to me with his mouth and I’ve never
experienced anything quite so exquisite.

“Samantha…
what are you doing to me?” He growls, fisting one of his hands in my hair,
tugging my head back to he can explore the sensitive skin on my neck with his
lips.

“Zack,
I need you.” I whimper, trying to remove his trousers from him.

I
don’t have much luck which causes Zack to chuckle softly. He raises himself off
the bed until he’s in a standing position, confidently unfastening his belt
(which I have to say is the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard) and sliding his
trousers down his muscular thighs.

My
gaze is instantly drawn to the enticing bulge concealed behind his boxers. I
long to reach out and touch him but still feel too shy and nervous to do
anything about it.

“Take
them off for me.” He tells me, taking hold of my hand so he can pull me up into
a sitting position.

“I-I
don’t know if I can.” I mumble pathetically, tripping over my words.

“You
can.” He assures me, leaning down to place a chaste kiss against my lips.

With
trembling hands I reach for the waistline of his boxer shorts, noticing the
familiar CK logo at the top. Before I have chance to stop it, the intrusive
image of Rachel pops into my head and I can’t help myself from wondering if
she’s done this for him before. I shake my head, willing the negative thought
to disappear. Of course she’s done this for him, they’re engaged. I’m sure they
have a terrific sex life and I’m certain that I must be a great disappointment
to him in comparison.

“Whatever
you’re thinking about… stop.” Zack’s soothing voice breaks through my mixed up
thoughts, instantly silencing the crazy goings on inside my head.

I
give him a weak smile and hook my fingers underneath the material, hesitantly
pulling down his last remainder of clothing. His erection is huge and imposing,
inches away from my lips which makes the temptation of taking him in my mouth
that much harder to ignore. Zack’s chocolate brown eyes remain locked on mine,
watching my every move as I nervously lick my lips in anticipation.

“Baby,
you can’t do things like that in front of me, not when your mouth is inches
away from my dick.” He whispers huskily, stroking his fingers through my hair.

I
would have thought his crude language would be a massive turn off for me but it
actually has an opposite effect on me. It arouses me beyond belief, making me
long to hear him talk that way for the rest of the night.

“You
don’t like it when I do this?” I tease him, gently biting down on my bottom
lip.

His
eyes ignite with a deep, indisputable desire for me. His jaw tightens as does
his hand which curls itself into a ball in my hair.

“I
like it way too fucking much and that’s the problem.” He groans, closing his
eyes as he twists the strands of my hair around his large fist, forcing my neck
back so he can lower his mouth onto mine.

Our
tongues tangle together. The intensity of our kiss makes me feel bold and I
find myself reaching out for him, grasping the length of him in my hand. Zack’s
groan encourages me to continue and I slide my hand up and down his arousal,
quickening my pace as his breathing intensifies.

When
I’m fully convinced that he can’t take much more of what I’m doing, I slowly
lower my mouth towards the tip of his erection, wrapping my lips around the
head of him before I circle my tongue against the underside of his incredible
arousal.

“Fuck,
Samantha…” Zack whispers in awe, closing his eyes as he allows his head to fall
back in absolute ecstasy. 

I
persist in pleasuring him with my mouth, somehow managing to block out every
single negative thought that tries to creep up on me and make me feel guilty. I
don’t know how I’ve done it but it’s as though I’ve finally accepted the fact
that I’m not strong enough to fight this. I’m no longer capable of denying what
I feel for him. I can’t even begin to describe it and regardless of what the
consequences of tonight will be… I need this. I need him.

I’ve
been pleasuring Zack with my mouth for several minutes when he eventually puts
a stop to my ardent movements, gently pushing me back until I’m lying down on
the bed.

“Why
did you stop me?” I ask in confusion, wondering if I did something wrong or
something he didn’t like.

“Because
I knew I wouldn’t be able to last much longer if you didn’t.” He answers
truthfully, stroking a large hand down the centre of my body.