He unlocks the door and flicks on the light, illuminating a large living room with sleek hardwood floors and gray furniture.
The walls are a bright white, and I’m sure when the sun is up, the bay window in the back wall makes it even more beautiful.
“Wow. This is gorgeous.”
“It’s a mess right now. Robbie didn’t bother cleaning up after himself today.”
“It’s notthatmessy. I’ve seen worse.” There are shirts and socks strung around the room, a few empty soda cans littering the table, but nothing too horrible.
He eyes me and quirks a brow.
I smile in return, knowing the question he’s asking.
Then we’re zooming up the stairs, sliding around corners and laughing like fools, because we’re in on the dirty joke.
Sex.
Zach throws open his bedroom door, slamming it closed and turning the lock once I’m inside.
I want to explore his room, pay attention to his taste, attempt to learn something about him.
But more importantly, I want to kneel in front of him and help him unbutton his pants.
“Delia,” he whispers when I drop to my knees. “You don’t need to do that.”
“Shut up and let me take your pants off.”
He nods slowly, so I take that as my cue to continue.
As he works to slide his shoes off, I free the button on his jeans and pull the zipper down, maintaining eye contact with him the entire time.
He kicks free of his pants and my hands settle on his hips at the band of his boxer briefs.
“I see you wore plain ones tonight.”
He smirks. “Calculated decision on my end. I didn’t want to ruin the moment again.”
“You didn’t ruin it last time. I like your nerdiness, remember?”
Zach hisses and bites his lip. “You’re awfully close to my dick right now and all my thoughts are in the wrong head, so sure, whatever you just said sounds great.”
I pull his boxers down slowly, taking my time teasing him.
His dick pops free and the first thing I do is lick it from tip to base. He groans and his hands fly to my head, holding me there, my tongue lapping at his throbbing cock. His legs are turning to jelly as I slowly lick the length of him, tip to base, base to tip.
I pull the head of his dick into my mouth and suck.
He jerks away. “You know what? No. Up.” He pulls at me until I’m standing. “You on your knees licking my cock is enough to kill me, and I don’t want to embarrass myself, so go. Take your clothes off and get on the bed. That’s where I want you…first.”
My body tingles at his words and my hands flit across my body, pulling my shirt over my head and throwing it wherever. My fingers unhook my bra and I don’t miss the noise that leaves Zach as he has his first glimpse at my breasts.
“Faster, Delia.”
Gone is my skirt.
I’m standing there in only my underwear, panting like a madwoman. There’s a fire in Zach’s gaze, and it’s so hot that I can feel the flames licking at my skin.
“Last chance,” he warns.