38. Chapter 38
Chapter 38
Emilie
I practically float back to the room on realizations and the most beautiful sunset I’ve ever seen.
Because this isn’t fake.
It’s rare in life, where you get exactly what you want, and it’s even better than you dreamt it would be. I thought this fake dating thing would be fun, but it’s turned into so much more. It’s uncovered feelings that I’ve probably always had but has shown me what Zack means to me.
“What now?” I ask when we get situated in the room. I kick my shoes off, mostly wondering if I should put my pajamas on or maybe we’ll get in the hot tub on the balcony. I look down at my hands focusing on my nail color like it’s not the same black they’ve been for years.
Zack unbuttons the top button of his dress shirt, hitting me with an evil smirk.
“I told you. I have plans for that balcony.” He looks toward the glass door and back again.
“What kind of plans?”
He unbuttons his sleeves, rolls them up, and I’m trying not to drool. And then he says, “Go out there and let’s find out.”
His words brush my skin in a way that make me want to beg for him. I do as I’m told because I like that he’s taking control. The balcony is facing the ocean, but we’re not getting hit with the wind. It’s perfect.
Zack trails me and closes the door, almost all of the way, but leaves it open just a crack .
“What now?”
He comes up behind me, bites my ear lobe and growls, “Put your hands on the railing.”
“What if someone sees?” I ask.
“No one can see us; another reason I asked for the upgrade.”
I look around and confirm I can’t see any other signs of rooms around us.
He puts his hands on my hips, lightly pushing my back forward with his thumbs—he really wants me to lean.
Oh. Okay.
I’m almost bent over a full ninety degrees, when he dips down, touching behind my calves with his fingers, scratching them up the length of my legs. It’s painfully slow and I’m trying not to fidget. He’s bringing the hem of my dress up with his fingers. When he reaches my hips, he has it hanging forward.
Soon my ass is bare to him and he finds out one of my secrets.
“You’re not wearing any panties,” he says.
I turn my head, looking over my shoulder, and say, “No. I’m not. Surprise.”
“You’re a fucking dream come true,” Zack says, and if I wasn’t already wet, that would probably do it.
Zack starts by peppering kissing from the sensitive spot behind my knee all the way up to the back of my thighs.
He stops, right in front of my entrance, and lightly blows on it.
Fuck.
“Is this okay?” he asks.
“As long as you don’t stop.” My words tumble out onto one another.
He takes a finger and swipes, checking my wetness.
“It’s a good thing you weren’t wearing panties. We’d have to ring them out. ”
Zack kisses me, around all the areas besides the ones where I want his mouth. He grips the backs of my thighs and doesn’t touch me anywhere else.
I shift my hips, clearly impatient.
“You’ve been so patient. So good. I shouldn’t make you wait any longer, should I?” He starts to insert a finger and stops.
“No, you shouldn’t,” I whisper breathlessly.
And he doesn’t. He inserts one finger, pumping in and out of me, and then he adds another. I groan, and he picks up the pace. They move easily with the wetness, and I find myself leaning further forward, wanting more from him.
“You’re taking these fingers so well. You’re so wet for me.”
Zack then puts his tongue where his fingers were and kisses me, before using his tongue. I whimper and when his fingers reach forward, finding my clit, I almost cry out but then remember I’m out on the balcony.
“Can you keep quiet, like a good girl?” Zack asks, pulling his mouth from me for a second too long.
“Uh huh,” I answer, my breath ragged and eager.
“That’s my girl.” And he’s back to using his mouth and his tongue on me.
“Fuck, that feels so good.” I do my best to keep my voice a whisper.
Zack smacks my ass with one hand, the other still working me, and I have to press my lips down to keep my sounds muffled. It’s not lost on me that I’m outside, in a place with other people, no matter if I can see them or not.
I keep pressing my hips further into him, rolling into his touch, finding the right angle, needing more pressure. Zack turns his face and it’s hitting me just right. I’m gripping the railing so tight my hands are starting to cramp.
It hurts but I fucking love it. Need it.
My orgasm builds, each touch from Zack’s tongue, lips, fingers, bringing me closer. It’s frustratingly delicious and I’m about to reach the place I’ve dreamt about.
“My girl,” Zack moans into me with his mouth, his fingers still filling me.
The vibrations from his words is what puts me over the edge. My center throbs and finally explodes with the release I’ve needed. My legs shake as I come all over his mouth, his fingers, and he doesn’t stop. The shocks keep coming, one after another, each one hitting harder than the one before.
I try to let go of the railing when Zack says, “Don’t let go. Not yet.”
He stands up, gripping my hips and rubbing his erection into me. I hear him grab his belt buckle and undo it—I’m practically drooling, craving him every way I can take him.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
We freeze when someone knocks aggressively on the door.
“We’re all set. We don’t need anything tonight, ” Zack calls out, hopefully shooing whatever the resort is trying to bring us.
“It’s Mitch.”
What the fuck?
“Not a good time. Can you come back a little later?” Zack asks, almost laughing.
“No, not really. It’s Eliza. She needs Emilie. Now.”
Something inside me runs cold. I can’t remember the last time Eliza has ever asked me for something, needed me.
Zack senses our time is up, puts his belt back on, and pulls my dress down. He grabs my hips and helps me stand, my arms practically mush at this point.
“I’ll be out in a second,” I yell out to Mitch.
Zack gives me a quick kiss. “Don’t rush. Do whatever you have to do. ”
Part of me melts in that moment, for just a second, until I’m out the door, following Mitch to their room.