Chapter 18 #2
say, “Just figured I’d sit here awhile on top of you…
just hang out for a bit.”
Zach’s face
breaks out into a wide grin, and I’m loving the little bit of
levity between us. Until now, I didn’t know Zach truly had this
within him because he’s always so serious and commanding. He
finds me amusing, and I find I like that a lot.
Reaching down, I
slide my fingers among his and link our hands together. “What
do you want to do today?”
“Stay in bed
with you… all day.”
“Not an
option. I think Randall or Sam would be suspicious. Choose something
else.”
Zach’s gaze
lowers from my face for a slight moment as if he’s pondering
something and, when it returns, his look is deeply intent. “It
doesn’t have to be today… but I was hoping we could find
a church and attend a service sometime.”
My hands reflexively
squeeze against his. “I think that’s a lovely idea.
What’s with the interest?”
“I just
figured it might be a way to reconnect to my parents. It was such a
big part of their lives. I quickly fell away from the teachings of
Christianity while living in Caraica, and although Father Gaul tried
to get me back into it, I much preferred the mysticism and spiritual
communion with nature that the Caraican’s practiced. But I
figure… it can’t hurt to check it out. You know…
in my effort to learn more about this new world I’m being
shown.”
Lifting one of our
linked hands up, I bring the union close to my face and kiss Zach’s
fingertips. “I think that’s a great way to honor your
parents’ memory, Zacharias. I’d love to take you. I’ll
find something close by and arrange it.”
“Thank you,”
he says as he pulls on our clasped hands and brings them to his
mouth, where he kisses my fingertips, then bites down on my index
finger.
Gasping, I flex my
hips and feel his cock start to swell underneath of me.
“But let’s
talk about something else more important,” Zach murmurs with
searing heat in his eyes.
“What’s
that?” I whisper back.
“Let’s
talk about you putting your mouth on my cock and my tongue between
your legs.”
“Oh, that’s
a good conversation to have,” I agree with a smile. “By
the way… that’s called sixty-nine.”
The heat in Zach’s
eyes goes on a low simmer as curiosity replaces it. “Sixty-nine?
Why is it called that?”
Pulling one hand
free, I write the number with my index finger on his chest, while he
looks down at the path I’m drawing. “Sixty-nine…
see how it lines up?”
Recognition and
understanding seeps into his gaze, and he nods with a wicked smile.
“I see it well. I wondered if it was possible to do that, but
never dreamed it would have a name to it.”
“It’s a
very popular sexual position… or so I’m told.”
Zach surges up from
the bed, wrapping his arms around my waist. I can feel his hardness
now thumping against the moist flesh between my legs, and he flips us
over so I’m lying on my back and he’s hovering over me.
“Have you ever
done it before?” he asks.
I shake my head and
chew on my bottom lip. “I haven’t. But I always wanted to
try it.”
“I’ll be
your first,” he says with triumph.
And my last ,
I vainly hope, but I know that’s a pipe dream.
“What about
last night?” he asks, his head tilted to the side. “Have
you ever had a man put his finger up your ass like I did?”
Heat rushes through
my body at the memory, and my pussy involuntarily clenches. “Never,”
I whisper.
Zach’s eyes
become possessive, and he lowers his face to mine. With his lips
hovering just over me, he growls, “I can’t wait to fuck
your ass. It’s going to be divine.”
I gulp hard and nod,
although I’m still terrified at the prospect because of how
enormous he is. I’m afraid he’ll shred me from the inside
out, yet the thought of giving myself to him in that most intimate
way appeals to me a great deal. I think I need to do some research on
this and figure out how I can submit to his need without ending up in
a hospital.
Smiling at my
capitulation, Zach lowers his lips and grazes them against mine. Just
as his mouth opens to give me a deep kiss, there’s a knock on
his bedroom door.
“Zach,”
I hear Randall call out. “I’m headed out to work in a bit
and was wondering if you had a moment to talk.”
My entire body
seizes in terror at the prospect of Randall walking in this room.
Zach does nothing more than lazily turn his head toward the door with
an amused smile on his face.
I shove at Zach,
pushing him off me while I scramble off the far side of the bed and
whip the sheet off to cover my body. Panic races through me. Zach
merely gets off the bed and calls back out, “Just a minute. I
need to get dressed.”
Pointing toward the
bathroom door, Zach whispers, “Go.”
I walk as quickly
but as lightly as I can across the carpet, straight into his
bathroom, where I shut the door halfway so I can hide behind it.
I can’t see a
thing, but I can hear Zach rustling around and the unmistakable sound
of his zipper being pulled up. I’m wondering how he’s
going to hide that massive hard-on he was sporting, but then figure
Randall showing up at his door probably killed it.
The door opens, and
I hear Randall say jovially, “Good morning.”
His voice is louder.
Fuck… he’s stepped into the room. Oh, fuck. Does it
smell like sex? Had he heard us talking? My heart is pounding, and I
immediately start praying for God to get me out of this mess. I start
to promise that I’ll leave Zach alone if he just makes Randall
leave without me being caught, but then I halt myself. No way am I
making that promise. I couldn’t leave Zach alone if he was
surrounded by a hundred green anacondas.
“So what’s
up?” Zach asks.
“Well, I was
just wondering… how would you like to go into work with me
today? See what I actually do for a living? I thought it might be of
interest to you.”
“Um,”
Zach hesitates, and I can almost envision the inner workings of his
brain trying to figure out how to get out of this invitation. While
his relationship with Randall has warmed up a bit, Zach is still
reserved around the old man. “Well, okay… sure. Why
not?”
“Excellent.
I’ll see you down at breakfast then,” Randall says, and
my heart rate starts to decelerate in relief.
But then he says,
“I’ll just pop over to Moira’s room and see if
she’d like to join us.”
Oh fuck, oh fuck,
oh fuck. I’m so busted.
“She’s
not there,” Zach says, and my heart about implodes. “I
heard her leave a bit ago. I think she went out for a run.”
A run? Since when
do I run?
“Well, we can
wait for her to get back,” Randall says kindly. “I’ll
see you down at breakfast.”
“About thirty
minutes?” Zach asks.
“Splendid,”
I hear Randall respond, and then he’s gone and the door is
shutting.
I wait a good thirty
seconds before I have the guts to leave the safety of the bathroom,
the sheet still clutched desperately for protection to the front of
my body.
I find Zach lying
back on the bed, sprawled out with his hand between his legs. He tugs
on his cock, which apparently had not waned in size or stiffness with
Randall’s visit. His eyes are hot as they laser on to me. “Drop
the sheet.”
My hands release the
soft material, and it falls to the floor.
“Now, get over
on this bed. I want to try sixty-nine with you.”
“But, you need
to get down to breakfast. I need to get back to my room and take a
Valium or something. That scared the shit out of me.”
“Get over here
now, Moira. I’m not leaving this room until I eat you out and
you swallow me whole.”
Oh, God. My entire
body quivers, and my feet move toward the bed under the sole power of
his words.
When my thighs bump
up against the side mattress, I automatically wait for Zach’s
command.
“Climb
aboard,” he says with a wicked grin. “I want you on top.
I want you to set that beautiful pussy on my face, and I want you to
go down on my cock.”
I don’t know
what to say. I have nothing to say. Damn, he’s adjusted a
little too well to the sexual slang of the modern world. It robs me
of the power of speech but not of the power of movement. I climb up
onto the bed, turn my body, and lower myself onto his face as he
demanded.
Then Zach proceeds
to take me to the sun and back with his fingers and tongue, while I
drink down every drop he gives me.