I moan as light filters into my vague dream, making it impossible to remain asleep. It's Saturday and I was supposed to be sleeping in.
Fucking light.
The warmth of the hard surface under my cheek is so comforting, I don't think I ever want to stand up from this bed.
I raise my head to look at the masterpiece I'm lying on.
I'm pretty sure I slept alone last night, so he must've come this morning or something. He'd gone to check on Audrey Miller. Again. Her parents still aren't back from their work.
To be honest, I'm still terrified that something will eventually happen between them. It's not that I don't trust Zack, I trust him with my entire being, I just don't trust her.
She's unstable, and she could blackmail Zack into getting what she wants, and let's face it. Zack's a guy.
This is the longest he's ever gone without having sex. He's being patient with me, but I have this gut feeling that he's getting impatient. Really impatient.
I rise to lean on my forearm, so I'm staring directly at his face.
His hair is disheveled and still fucking perfect. I unconsciously lift a hand to push stray strands backwards.
His eyes-even though they're closed-still make me feel like they're staring deep into my soul.
He looks so relaxed when he's asleep. So vulnerable. And so beautiful. How was I able to refrain from kissing him all those years?
His arm, which was loosely wrapped around me, tightens around my waist as he pulls me closer.
Eyes still closed, I watch as one side of his lips pulls into a smirk. "You're a creep, you know that, right?"
I scoff. "Am not."
His dark blues pop open and, oh holy fuck, I think my heart just skipped five beats.
I keep falling harder every fucking day.
It's dangerous, going deep into this when we're only trying it out.
Are we still trying this out?
"You were staring at me. Only creeps stare at people like that."
I quirk a brow."Why would I want to stare at your ugly face?"
His mouth opens slightly. "You did not just say that."
I lean in closer to him so our noses are touching. "What? I'm just stating the truth."
"Take it back." He mutters dangerously.
I let my lips pull up into a smirk. "Make me."
It happens so quickly I don't even see it coming. All I know is that Zack's fingers are all over me and I'm laughing uncontrollably.
"St...stop it!"
He doesn't stop, instead coming to hover over me to get a better angle.
That's what I get for having a bestfriend who knows all my weak spots.
"P...lease, Zack!"
"Take it back." He says, taking his hand to my neck. I'm thrashing uncontrollably under him.
"Okay, okay! You're n...not ugly. Just stop tickling me!"
"Not enough. Say 'you're the sexiest being that's ever walked the earth, and I can't get enough of you.'"
"What?" I'm pretty sure my face is all red now.
Zack is laughing along with me. "Say it."
There is no freaking way I'm saying that.
Tears are beginning to run down the side of my eyes from how hard I'm laughing.
I don't know how or when it happens. I just do it. Reach down between us and cup him through his sweatpants.
The tickle fest stops immediately, as Zack freezes, eyes wide.
"Aubrey? What are you doing?"
"Pretty much the only thing I can when it comes to you. Let me go, Zack. Now." I squeeze slightly, and his jaw clenches.
The next thing that happens has me completely shook. Zack grows. He grows under my fucking hand. And I suddenly don't want him to get off of me.
"You should probably let go." He says hoarsely, resting on his hands, which are now on either side of my head. He leans in. "I'm this close to taking your clothes off."
I bite my bottom lip, watching as his eyes flit down to them, and raise my chin slightly.
"Well, maybe I want you to take them off."
Zack stares at me for all of five seconds, and then he's kissing me, slipping a hand under my t-shirt.
I trail my hands upwards, roaming my hands over his chest and stomach, teasing, trying to get him to give me something. Anything.
A moan escapes my lips when his thumb grazes under my breast, and I arch into him.
"Tell me to stop." He whispers against my lips.
What?
"I don't want you to stop." I reply. Not after I've been waiting for this for so long.
Zack's eyes darken even further so they're almost black, and the next thing I know, he's taking my shirt over my head and flinging it elsewhere, leaving me in just my silk panties.
He takes both my hands in one of his and pins them above my head, then dips his head down, kissing the swell of my breasts.
"Zack..." I breathe when he flicks my nipple with his tongue.
I want to touch him, but the grip he has on my hands is too strong.
"Don't move." He commands as his other hand starts to knead my other breast.
Something tells me there'll be serious consequences if I don't obey. So I stop moving my hands.
He smiles at me. "Good girl."
And then he begins to suck on my nipple, biting, nibbling, before he moves to the other one, switching roles between his hand and mouth.
Zack releases my hands, but pins me with a gaze that says "don't even dare to move."
He returns to my lips again, slipping his tongue in my mouth, taking what he wants.
His hand trails down my body, slowly inching towards my lower abdomen.
My back arches unconsciously when his hand traces the waistband of my panties. I'm panting uncontrollably, and nothing prepares me for the way his hand slips inside my panties.
"God, Aubrey. Look how wet you are for me." He breathes as he moves his middle finger up and down my slick folds.
"Zack, please..."
"Please what?" He asks as he continues his assault on me.
I have no idea what I'm begging for really. For him to let me touch him? For him to quit teasing me and just give ourselves what we both want?
"Kiss me."
He kisses me again. "I already am."
"You know what I'm talking about. Don't make me say it." I'm shocked at my own words.
He pulls his hand completely out of my panties, and I almost collapse there and then.
"Tell me what you want, Aubrey."
Is he really gonna make me say it?
"I want you to kiss me..." I trail off, unable to say it. Why can't I say it? I've known him forever.
"You're gonna have to be more specific." He buries his head into my neck. "Kiss you where?"
"Right...there. Just, please, Zack!"
Zack gets off of me, moving away from the bed, and sliding me to the edge. He takes my panties off in one move, sliding them down my legs.
And before I have any time to react, I feel his tongue sliding between my lips.
I think I hear my phone ring, but I have no time to answer. My brain is filled with thoughts of Zack and what he's doing to me.
I'm determined to continue to obey him, but apparently, my hands have a mind of their own.
They move to grab his hair, and I'm pretty sure my legs don't want to stay at a place either.
Zack takes my legs and places them over his shoulder, pulling me even closer to him so he can get a better angle.
A shiver runs through my spine when I feel a cool breeze right there.
I rise to lean on my elbows, but fall back when Zack begins to lap around my clit with his tongue. Fast.
I don't even care if I wake the whole neighborhood up. They don't know what it feels like.
Still working with his tongue, I feel his finger slip inside me, moving in and out, driving me crazy with his hand and mouth.
A second finger slips in, and they go even deeper.
It's too much. But I still can't get enough of him. Tingles begin to turn into painfully pleasurable shocks as Zack moves even faster, hand and tongue.
"Zack..."
"It's okay, baby." I hear him say. "You can let go."
That's the trigger word. I cry out his name like a fucking mad woman as my whole body stiffens.
Zack doesn't stop lapping around me, taking every last drop from me until I become completely boneless.
I'm still coming down from my high when Zack climbs up my body, pressing his lips against mine, slipping his tongue into my mouth, making me taste myself.
It's sensual. Everything about it is.
My phone rings again and he breaks away from me, raising a hand to push my hair back. He lies down beside me, tracing circles on my stomach.
"Ignore it." He mutters.
I nod without question. "That was..." I'm completely dumbfounded, probably because i just experienced the best feeling in my life.
"Amazing, I know." He smirks. "You asked for it anyway."
"Right. I did." I raise my head and lean in to kiss him. "You're the sexiest being that's ever walked the earth, and I can't get enough of you."
"Oh, so now, you say it." He chuckles. "You're beautiful. You know that, right?"
I don't reply.
A thought crosses my mind as I look down at the bulge in his sweatpants.
I start to walk my fingers towards Zack's sweatpants, tracing the hem, and teasing just enough to make him want more.
The moment I slip my hand inside though, my phone rings out again.
"Fucking hell." I mutter, taking my hand away from him and reaching for my phone on the nightstand.
"Shit!" It's my dad. All those missed calls. Perfect, Aubrey.
"Who's that?" Zack asks, and I turn to face him, pressing my index finger to my lips.
"Hey, dad." I say.
"Hey, princess. I've been trying to get a hold of you for over thirty minutes."
I roll my eyes. Thirty minutes?
"Listen, dad. Can we talk a bit later? I'm a little busy right now."
Busy having an orgasm, you mean? My subconscious snorts.
"No, we can't. It has to be right now."
"Why? Because you have patients all day?" The usual.
Dad chuckles at my snarky tone. "No. Because I'm right outside your house."