On the Offensive (4 page)

Chapter 5

Afterward, Zack is quick to leave the bed and the room, but before I can panic, he's back, explaining that he had to get rid of the condom. Then he hops back into bed as quickly as he left it, this time pulling the covers over us.

He draws me close, almost cocooning me, and I find myself relaxing completely in his arms.

Now what?

The question is on the tip of my tongue, but I'm too chickenshit to ask. Instead I just cling to him, and for the first time in years, I'm not looking for an escape. It's the opposite.

Several minutes pass in silence, but it's comfortable. The only thing I don’t like are my thoughts—my worries. Because now it's clear that our time is up before we've even started. I mean…we live on opposite coasts. How would it ever work? And now I'm getting ahead of myself.
Shit
.

"Are we done being stupid, baby?" He tilts my chin up to face him.

I swallow hard and manage a small nod. "I only hated you because…"
I want you. I can't get enough of you
. Suddenly feeling shy, I let the last words belonging to that sentence stay within me.

But he seems to understand. "Same here," he admits. Rolling us over, he ends up half on top of me, and he kisses me so deeply, so perfectly, so, so…just so. I moan softly; he groans and hitches a leg over my thighs. Our tongues mingle, our hands roam, and our
lips suck. "Christ, your body, Peyton." It's almost a whine—a gruff, needy one. A large hand moves over my left breast; he always returns to them. Kneading, cupping, squeezing them together, fingers pinching and plucking. He makes me feel so fucking wanted. Desired. Sexy. "You feel what you do to me?" He pushes his semi-hard cock against my hip.

"You do it to me, too," I whimper, pulling him closer.
"I want you—again,
now
."

In an instant, he's hovering over me, foreheads touching. "Thank God." He kisses me hard and thrusts his tongue into my eager mouth, but he breaks away too soon. "It's all I can think about—putting my hands on your body," he moans as he slides his cock between the wet lips of my pussy. "Kissing you, fucking you—shit." He stops, our heavy breathing the only sound in the room. "I just need to go up to my room and grab another condom. Unless…" He hesitates, and I look him in the eye, hopeful and desperate. "Never mind." He shakes his head quickly and begins to move away. "I'll be right back."

"Wait!" I hold on to him. "Unless, what?"

His Adam's apple bobs as he swallows, and I watch as his eyes flick to my mouth. At the same time,
his arms grow less tense, causing his body to pin me a bit more. His weight on me feels so good.

"I'm clean," I murmur. My hands slide up his muscula
r arms. "And I'm on the pill…"

"Fuck," he whispers. "I'm clean, too." Groaning quietly, he dips down and kisses my shoulder. "
You'll be the first I don’t use a condom with." His admission causes a jolt of excitement to shoot through me. There's possessiveness too, which I can see reflected in his own eyes as I confess the same. I've always used protection in the past.

"Please." I nip at his jaw.

His cock is hot and heavy, pressing against my pussy. "God, I want you so much, baby." With a push forward, he stimulates my clit with the head of his dick, and I moan out another plea. "Oh, Peyton," he chuckles huskily. "You don’t have to beg me."

Then, with a swift thrust, he's buried inside of me.

"Oh, yes!" I cry out.

"Fucking hell." The words
escape him in a shallow exhale.

"
More
." I squirm underneath him, my body blazing with fire. It's indescribable, the way he fills me over and over. Skin to skin. Nothing in the way. So slick, so hot, so erotic. "Oh, Zack—baby…" I arch into him, throwing my head back, as he fucks me like a god.

He goes even deeper when he's hooked an arm under my right leg. "
Oh, yeah." He starts panting, thrusts coming faster and harder. We're both relentless, clawing at each other. There's no holding back. Our bodies collide. We've been hiding behind our hatred, denying ourselves for so long, and now it's all coming out. "Can you—
fuck
, can you put your leg higher up?" I nod frantically and urge him to throw
both
my legs over his shoulders. Then I pull him down and kiss him some more; I just can't get enough of his mouth on mine. "Holy shit," he chuckles through a groan. "You're fucking bendy."

"Just kiss me," I moan, cupping his face.

"With pleasure." The cocky smirk is there for a beat, but he quickly loses it to give me his best. His all. He's attentive while rough, greedy yet tender. He drives so deep into me, groaning and spitting out curses, but he makes sure it's what I want. I feel his eyes on me, how he reads me, studies me, learns me. My back nearly arches off the bed when he hits a particular spot, and he notices right away. "There?" I nod and buck my hips, needing more. He grins. "You like it rough, don’t you?"

"Yeah," I gasp.

What I also like is to participate properly. The guy shouldn’t make all the moves and do all the work. So, with a push, it's my turn to be on top. But I don’t sink down on his cock as he expects. Instead I rake my fingernails down his torso and kiss my way toward his slick and hard cock.

"Oh, shit," he breathes out as I lower my mouth on him. His eyes are wide and his cheeks
are flushed. He watches me so intently while I suck on his cock. I close my eyes and hum at the taste of us both. "Mother of—fuck!"

More humming from me. One of my hands massages his balls, and the other is teasing his rigid abs and defined pecs. He likes it when I drag my nails over his upper body, I've noticed.
After swirling my tongue around him and suckling the tip, I suck him in again, going as far and as hard as I can.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he chants. "Okay, that’s enough!"

I let him go with a pop and peer up at him, my breathing harsh and choppy.

He snaps his fingers and point
s to the pillow next to him. "I want you on all fours."

Sweet baby Jesus
. My pussy throbs; my thighs clench, and I scramble into position so fast that he's bound to see how eager I am.

Fuck me, Zack. God, just fuck me.

Kneeling behind me, I feel his cock brushing against my wetness, but his attention is trained elsewhere at the moment. He drops sensual, open-mouthed kisses along my spine; meanwhile his hands are on my tits again. Every now and then, his hips push forward slightly, causing his dick to touch me, and I squirm, whimper, moan, and beg.

"One of these days," he whispers across my skin, "I'm gonna fuck your tits and probably see stars when I come."

I nearly collapse. Every muscle protests, and my body trembles. "Please," I rasp
weakly. "Anything, Zack—I
need
you."

Never in my life did I actually think I could be so wet that it trickles down my thighs, but I can feel it now. After two orgasms and endless teasing, there's definitely a trail of stickiness slowly sliding down my inner thigh. And Zack is currently groaning as he runs his cock over it. But then he finally puts me out of my misery and shoves his entire length back inside me.

Through moans, gasps, and slapping of flesh, we vaguely hear the fireworks in the distance.

His hands are gripping my hips, cock
hammering
into me from behind, but his next words, while exhaled in a labored breath, are sweet and heartfelt. "This is only the beginning, Peyton." And I feel those words everywhere. With a soft kiss to my spine, he adds, "Happy New Year."

Happy, in-fucking-deed.

He makes me come with a few precise flicks to my clit.

Fiery heat sears through me, leaving me breathless.
My insides convulse. I clamp down so hard around Zack; I think it's what tips him over, because then I hear him climaxing, thrusts becoming lazy and jerky. We both lose control. I'm still not breathing, the pleasure hitting me from all sides, and he collapses on top of me, gritting out that he's still coming.

It's not until my lungs begin to burn that I snap back to reality and manage to gulp down some fresh air. Sweat and goose
bumps cover our bodies, and I feel the drumming beat of his heart against my back.

Next come the shivers, one setting off another. My heartbeat at last slows down, if only a little, and Zack pulls out of me with a groan, only to plop down right beside me. I'm unable to move, though.

"I feel like…" He pants and grunts. "Like I can't take another step in my life."

A breathless giggle slips through my lips. I try to lift my head to face him, but I fail. "Ugh. Can't…move
…either."

We're perfectly still for several moments, simply letting out bodies recover. There's a sense of tranquility; it soothes me. The air is clea
n and suddenly a little chilly—
crisp
—like there's a draft, but the smell of sex lingers heavily, only bringing a serene smile to my lips. My eyes are closed, and I've melted into the mattress.

"God, you're fucking beautiful," I hear him whisper.

A drawn-out shiver courses through me.

M
y smile widens. But my eyes remain closed. This moment is one I want to savor and hold onto. Eventually, though, I open my eyes and find Zack gazing at me. And it's then I notice that the window is cracked open, which would explain the chill.

I frown. "The window's open.
How did that happen?"

Zack chuckles and pulls the covers over us, again drawing me close. "I guess you zon
ed out. I just opened it. Figured it was best the room doesn’t smell like sex…" He trails off with a pointed look, referring to when our parents get back. He kisses me on the forehead and smoothes out the crease there. But I can't help it; I actually zoned out? Or fell asleep for a moment? Because I really didn’t notice.
Ah, well
. I'm too blissed out to care.

The only thing I want to know now… "Did you really mean what you said before?" I ask softly and look up at his handsome face. Blue swirling with silver;
his eyes are so deep and warm, even though the two colors can be considered cold ones. "That this is only the beginning?"

The right corner of his mouth quirks up a little. "Hell yeah." He pulls me even closer, and I rest my chin on his chest, my fingers drawing laz
y circles over his collarbone. "As long as it's what you want, too." He touches my cheek. "But whatever happens, the fighting stops. I can't fucking deal with it anymore."

"I feel the same." I steal a quick kiss. "I'm sorry I was a bitch to you."

He chuckles. "And I'm sorry I was an asshole." He releases a breath, expression changing. "So…" It's back to serious. "What do you say, Peyton?"

"I want it—I want
you
." This time, I kiss his chest. I can't seem to stop kissing him. "Tonight at the restaurant, seeing you with that girl…" I grimace and look down, remembering too vividly how jealous I got.

"I honestly told her to get lost, baby," he murmurs. "And don’t get me started on the douchebags staring at your ass." He huffs. "I was ready to start throwing punches."

I can't help but giggle, 'cause I find it so ridiculous. The thought of Zack feeling possessive of
me
…it's very hard to comprehend. A sobering thought flashes through me, though, and my amusement dies.

"What about our parents?" I whisper.

Now it's Zack's turn to grimace. "Um. I guess we don’t have to tell them right away?" He scratches his eyebrow, and I nod in total agreement.

It's best we first find out where this'll lead us. Who knows—maybe we're not a good fit, after all? Then again, lying here in his arms, I find that hard to b
elieve.

"We'll just have to see." H
e sighs, absentmindedly running his fingers up and down my spine. "I think they'll freak out at first, but…" He pulls another face. "I don’t know. It's not like we're really related."

I shudder and laugh. "Thank God."

"You can say that again." He grins and moves us around a little so we're face-to-face, both on our sides. When my head hits the pillow, I hum in contentment before a yawn escapes. "Tired?"

"Yeah…" I snuggle close to him and drape my leg over his hip. A shower would be nice, but I'm too exhausted for it. Besides, I kind of like smelling like Zack.
Of
Zack. Between my legs. Maybe that makes me weird, but I don’t care. "Is there any way you can sleep here tonight?" I give him my best pout.

Our parents have never been nosy; they sure as hell don’t enter our rooms at night. But eve
n if they wanted to, the door is locked.

"Of course."
He tucks a piece of hair behind my ear—a sweet gesture. But then he goes for my breasts again, and that makes me laugh into my pillow. I'm no longer doubtful, worrying he wouldn’t like my body. It was hardly ever there, the doubt. Zack took care of that quickly. "Consider me addicted to these bad boys," he mumbles as he cups and tastes. "Don’t mind me. You can sleep."