I hear him shifting around, and I lift my head so I can meet his gaze. He still has his fingers inside me. I twitch and gasp when he pulls them out. A shaky sigh leaves me when he slips them into his mouth and licks them clean. If I wasn’t so totally spent, that alone would have me ready to go again.
He makes his way up the bed to lay down beside me, pulling me into his arms so I’m cradled against his chest.
“Zach,” I say from where my head is tucked under his chin. “I...I...”
“I know,” he whispers. “I know.”
I hum and wiggle in closer. We lay there for a minute or two. My heartbeat has only just started to slow when I realize he’s still hard for me—so hard it has my heart pounding all over again as heat settles between my legs.
I wiggle a little more.
“Is there something you want, DeeDee?” he teases.
“Nahhh,” I drawl.
“You sure?”
I press my pelvis right up against his cock. “Is there somethingyouwant?”
“DeeDee,” he warns.
“Oooh,” I taunt, “scary.”
I reach for his jeans. I get the belt undone and then pull down the zipper. He shifts so I can slide them down his thighs and sighs with relief when it’s only his boxers holding his cock back. I can see the outline of it straining against the fabric. He closes his eyes when I run my fingers along the bottom of his stomach.
“That feels—”
I dip my hand into his boxers without any warning and fist his cock. Whatever he was going to say gets lost on a groan. I feel his body go rigid beside me. I start sliding my fist up and down, but he pulls my hand away after a few pumps.
“DeeDee, that feels too good. I—”
“Fuck me.”
If I thought kissing him was intoxicating, feeling his cock in my hand is like some kind of spell. My throat has gone dry with how bad I want him, and I can’t think of anything but getting him inside me as fast as I can.
“I want your cock in me.”
My accent makes the English words sound extra harsh and dirty, and I can tell he likes it. He freezes for a moment before he rips his jeans all the way off.
“Please tell me you have condoms,” he mutters as he kicks them to the floor.
“Um, somewhere.” I look past him at all the boxes scattered around my room.
In just his boxers now, he climbs off the bed and starts digging around in the closest box.
“This one looks like it’s just clothes...Oh.” He pulls out a lacy black bodysuit I haven’t had the chance to wear yet, and his eyes go wide. “Oh fuck.”
“Zach!” I snap. “Condoms.”
“Right.” He moves to the next box. “Uh, oh, this one looks promising. Yes! Condoms!”
He pulls the package out and chucks it over his shoulder at the bed, missing my head by an inch.
“Zach!” I shout. “You almosthit me in the face with condoms!”
“Oh, uh, sorry.” He makes his way back to the edge of the bed. “Can you get one out?”
I pull the string of foil packets out of the box and rip one off. When I look back up at Zach, he’s stepping out of his boxers. I forget all about whatever snarky comeback I was going to use and pull my lip between my teeth as I stare at his cock.
