Page 22 of Zac

More than an hour ago, Grayson passed out. Exhausted from his hours of fun, I could hear his little snores coming from inside his fort. He wanted Zac to let down the curtains on the other side so he could close his doors. He continued to refer to the fort as his room and Zac agreed.

Now Zac and I are sitting on his couch, watching an adult movie. Nothing either of us chose, just something that was on when he turned off the cartoons.

The flirtatious action taking place between the two actors on the screen keeps getting a little more heated. Lots of touching, a few stolen kisses and through it all I can feel my own body react. I am pent up, have been for weeks, ignoring my urges, pushing them aside. Now I wish I would have taken the edge off before I came over.

My cheek feels hot.

Leaning forward I grab my drink. Lifting it to my lips I attempt to calm my racing thoughts. Glancing back at Zac he is tuned in to the television. Observing his strong jaw, and those perfect lips, watching him only manages to increase my desires.

He shifts his gaze to meet mine and instantly the tension is so thick.

Internally I begin to chastise myself for being such a mess. I quickly look away and set my glass back on the coffee table. My nipples harden against the material of my shirt, and a shiver runs throughout my entire body. I needed to gain some control.

“You okay?” Zac’s question makes me jerk in surprise, and I nod quickly. Keep it together, Presley. Even his voice right now is an aphrodisiac, his smell, being here in his place surrounded by all things Zac. It’s impossible to push down my thoughts.

“Presley?” Zac tries again and I know if I don’t squash this now, I never will.

“I’m good,” I insist.

“You look hot, or feverish maybe.” He shifts on the couch next to me.

“I’m not feverish, I’m fine.”

“Pres,” he refuses to let up, “if you need something.”

“Zac.” This is going to end badly, I can feel it.

“Yeah?”

“Let it go.” My voice is nothing more than a pleading whisper.

“Let what go?”

I can feel myself slipping. I need him to let it go so I can save myself from being humiliated. But of course in true Zac fashion, he wants to fix everything.

“Are you hungry? Tired? Are you feeling okay?”

“Oh my God!” I close my eyes knowing now, there is no way out of this. My entire body feels like it’s on fire. Maybe it’s the way he was with my son, or how attentive he has been to both of us since we walked in his door. Or maybe it’s because I have been attracted to Zac from the very beginning when I first met him, which is why I jumped him that night.

“What wait—” He pauses, turning completely around to face me. I can see him looking over at me, leaning in with a grin on his face. “I know that look.”

“You don’t know a thing.” I’ve been caught. I am fully aware that I am acting like a drama queen as I cross my arms over my chest. I actually thought I could talk my way out of this. Like I’d be able to fake it and he’d just shrug it off.

He says nothing, just stares. I am slipping fast, my entire body fighting against me, the heat in my stomach building and building until I cave.

Suddenly I am turning toward him, climbing over his lap and grinding against him. “Fine,” I practically growl the words. “I’m horny and you said I can ask you for anything and you’ll do whatever it takes to make sure I get it.”

“Well, I—” I kiss him taking away that chance for him to continue his sentence.

“You said anything, Zac,” I whisper against his lips, shifting myself on his lap, and his hands go to my hips. He squeezes them, deepening our kiss and it’s a kiss that ignites the fire. It’s like throwing gas on an already burning flame.

“You sure about this?”

“Yes.” Please just fuck me is what I really want to say. But I don’t need to say it, he understands what I need.

Suddenly I am flipped over with my back on the couch cushions and he is pulling off his shirt. I take in his chest, his arms, covered with so many intricate designs. It’s beautiful, he is beautiful.

When he lowers his body over mine he starts to kiss along the side of my neck and over my collarbone. His hands slip beneath the hem of my shirt as he starts to lift. I watch him as he takes me in, biting his lip.

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