Zach doesn’t answer me. Not until he sits back on his haunches and lifts my right leg, draping it over his shoulder.
“Kissing you,” he says simply.
“What?”
“You heard me,” he says, dragging the hem of my skirt up.
I stop him and try to push it down. “Zach.”
“What?” he bites out.
“Aren’t you supposed to be closer to my lips, if you want to kiss me?”
It’s a wonder I can balance myself on one leg because he’s not letting go of the one he holds captive, and he isn’t letting go of my skirt either so it’s banded mid-thigh.
Slowly, Zach smirks. “I’m trying to be.”
“You’re what?”
“Trying to get close to your lips.”
I fist his hair. “What… I… Whose truck is this?”
That’s the only question I can come up with right now.
He shrugs, like he doesn’t care. “The fuck I know.”
I look around; it’s all deserted even though there’s a large crowd behind us. “What if someone comes?”
Zach chuckles.
His hands are much larger than mine and he uses that to his advantage and pushes the skirt up and up, exposing my panties.
“That’s always your first concern, isn’t it?”
“Well, yeah. I don’t want anyone to see us, see me half naked.”
He glances at my simple cotton boy shorts and fingers the seam of them, making me shudder. “You know, I thought I was dreaming the other night. When you were sprawled all over me. You wanted me to kiss you that night too, didn’t you?”
“I was sprawled because you pulled me down, and yes. But.” I exhale out a shaky breath. “I don’t know how this is kissing.”
He smiles, and then his thumb gets inside my panties and makes contact with the outer edge of my core, making me jerk.
I gasp out his name when the blunt pad of his thumb flicks it. So casually, like it’s mundane, him touching the edge of my pussy.
“It’s kissing because I’m gonna put my lips on your lips.”
At this, his thumb gets further inside my panties and rubs along the center of my core. Finally, I get what he means and it makes me blush like I’ve absorbed all the heat from the air around us.
“I didn’t mean that kind of kissing.”
Zach’s smile is still in place, a lopsided, horny smile. “Not my problem. This is how I kiss, Blue, when…” He trails off and leans in, like he just can’t help himself. He can’t help himself from taking a sniff of my covered core.
It makes him groan and my head falls back on another whimper.
“When what?” I manage to ask anyhow.
His lips are right there, right on my clit, separated by just cotton underwear. “When my dick’s pissed off.”
I look down, grabbing the side of his face. “Your dick?”
“Uh-huh.” He nods, dragging his nose up and down my pussy.
His stubble feels even scratchier under my fingers right now. In fact, everything feels scratchier when it touches my body. His soft t-shirt, his velvet hair, the air around me.
“Why?” I breathe out, shifting restlessly on one foot.
He’s still rubbing the center of my core with his thumb, sniffing my scent. “Because of you.”
“Me?”
“Yeah. You’re pissing off my cock, Blue. You’ve been pissing it off for days now. The way you move in that tight little uniform of yours. The way you run around, your blue braid flopping behind your back. You’re inviting trouble, aren’t you?”
“No.”
“No? Your tits bounce when you walk, baby.” I shudder at his casually thrown endearment, like he was waiting to say it all his life. “Did you know that?”
“I don’t.” I arch my hips, trying to get closer to his mouth. “I don’t do it on purpose.”
He chuckles and somehow, it hits me right in the clit. In my slippery, slippery clit.
God, I think I’m creaming my panties in front of him. I think he can see it. He can see how my pussy is salivating for him.
“You don’t, huh?”
“No.”
His head goes in and out of my vision as I blink and try to keep my eyes open against the onslaught of all the lust and hormones.
Zach drags his lips along my lower belly and the ache I always feel for him flares up. It punches me on the inside like it knows him. Knows the source of its existence is near, right there, talking to it, talking to my skin.
“It’s just that they are so big, aren’t they? Your tits. They’re so fucking big that you can’t help being a good little maid for me,” he rasps, painting his crude words on my flesh.
“Y-yeah.”
My tits are heaving now. The nipples feel like bullets. They need him. They need his hands and Zach brings out his thumb from the inside of my panties, reaches up with both hands and cups them.
Giving me his eyes, he kneads the flesh. “Are you being a good little maid for me right now?”
I nod, turned on out of my mind. I think I even orgasmed a little too, with the way my inner muscles are fluttering.
“You gonna soothe my pissed-off cock, baby?”
I nod again, this time with a moan.
“Yeah? You gonna let me French kiss your virgin pussy, even though anyone might walk up to us and see you riding my mouth?”
My breaths are turning into hiccups, into sobs, and my nails are raking down the side of his neck. “Yes.”
He pins me with his gaze, his thick lashes giving it a mysterious look. “It’s okay. I won’t let them see anything. I’ll hide you. I’ll always hide you away from prying eyes. Anything worth seeing, Blue, is gonna be in my mouth.”
I haven’t even gotten over the current those words of his sent through my system when he pinches my nipples hard before letting my leg go. He makes quick work of my panties, dragging them down with needy, stabbing fingers and pocketing my underwear.
And then, there’s nothing left to do but kiss.
It occurs to me then that I should be embarrassed by the fact that I haven’t shaved down there in ages. Back when I was still a normal, albeit irresponsible and rebellious teenager, I used to shave it regularly. But after my parents’ death, it never even occurred to me to do anything about the downstairs business.
Zach doesn’t mind, though. If his groan is anything to go by, he likes it. He takes a quick whiff of my untamed curls before covering me with his mouth.
He was right; I was worrying for nothing. Anything worth seeing is going to be in his wicked, sucking mouth.
Draping my thigh over his shoulder, he gets in there. He parts my lips with one hand and licks the center of me, like he’s licking the juicy part of a fruit.
“Zach,” I moan, digging the toes of my other leg in the dirt.
The pebbles hurt me but his mouth is giving me enough pleasure to suffer walking through shards of glass.
He curses at my pussy and I feel his fuck in my chest, making my heart go haywire. Don’t even talk about the butterflies. They are everywhere. Even in my calf that dangles from his wide shoulder, making it buzz.
I thought him licking up the juices of my core, circling my tight, untouched hole, would finish me off. I thought if he did that for like, five more seconds, I’d explode. My fingers would flex in his hair and I’d shout out my orgasm to the sky.
But then, I didn’t know that his lips would close over my little clit at the top. And if the electricity that shoots through my body is any indication, she was horny for him. For the long sucks of his mouth, the scrape of his teeth and his grunts.
Jesus. His grunts.
They are taking up all the empty spaces of my soul. I’ll hear them until the day I die. I’ll sleep to them. I’ll wake up to them. I’ll imagine them day in and day out.
That and his rippling shoulders and his shuddering back.
I had my eyes closed up until now; don’t know when I shut them. I open them and look down.
I look at the obscene picture we make. My fingers buried in his hair and his mouth buried in my cunt, moving this way or that, up and down. My thighs are open and his shoulders are jammed in between them. My skirt is somewhere around my waist and my blouse is all wrinkled and bent out of shape.
But that’s not the most shocking thing.
The shocking thing is that Zach, the guy who’s eating me out, is humping the air. His hips are moving and he’s kneading his dick.
His pissed-off dick.
He’s tugging it with one hand while his other hand holds my pussy open. It’s all happening inside his pants. He hasn’t even taken it out, and yet he’s abusing it.
The taste of my pussy is making him abuse it.
“Z-Zach… I…”
I trail off when he grunts the loudest at the sound of his name on my lips and his hand moves. It trails away from my pussy and kneads my bare ass that was stuck to the heated metal and I hadn’t even realized it.
I guess I haven’t realized a lot of things.
Things like how, standing like this, one leg flung over him and the other slightly bent, opens up something else.
Something that I never – not in a million years – thought that someone would touch. That other hole, pleated and dark.
Zach kneads a globe of my ass before dragging his fingers down along the seam before grazing that uncharted part of me.
His fingers there and his mouth on my clit, making my vibrating channel soppy, make me come.
My hips jut off the car but Zach keeps me balanced with his body and his mouth that’s still sucking on my clit while lapping up all the juices from my core. His fingers are still buried in my seam, pressing against my dark hole that won’t stop clenching.
“God…”
I moan and claw at his neck and chant out his name over and over. My entire body clenching and releasing until there’s nothing left.
In the background, I’m aware that he’s shuddering too. That Zach’s moving, shifting, and his grunts crescendo to a long, masculine moan.