Chapter 23: I want to…
POV: Gabby / Zac
October 31, 2007: Halloween –Gabby-
I woke up at 8, went ahead and showered for the day and while I was getting dressed to go with her I packed a overnight bag with anything I would need. I was not sure how I was getting out of the house without Max noticing the bag or Abigail either. But Stella and Zac had made a point, I was an adult. I mean worst case scenario he makes me leave and I’ll just…well, I didn’t really know what I would do if that happened.
I sat the bag beside the door and went to the kitchen for breakfast; I checked the phone then and erased the dozen or so pictures from Simon, the video and the messages. Max came in about 9:15.
“Morning.”
“Morning, you got in late didn’t you?”
“Yeah, I thought ten was more like one.”
“I figured, night owl.”
“Did you get your costume yesterday?”
“I did.”
“What are you going as?”
“The costume is for a cat burglar, I got cat ears under the bed somewhere.”
“Nice. Doesn’t fit with our theme though.”
“Theme?”
“Phantom of the Opera? Abigail was going as one of the girls and you the other one.”
“This is the first time I am hearing about any theme for us.”
“You could trade your suit today, you got time.”
“Well…”
I was glad I wasn’t eating right now and I knew this wasn’t going to go well. He already seemed defensive at that one word, just the way he looked at me and the hesitation to trade the costumes.
“Well, what? It’s a new costume you can return it. Abby can take you to pick out something else.”
“I’m not going with you and Abby. There won’t be a point in me changing my outfit to match some theme that no one told me about in the first place.”
“But you said you were going Gabby.”
“Yes, I am. But not with the two of you.”
He sat back in the chair. “Who are you going with then?”
“It doesn’t matter who I am going with, you and Abby will leave me alone anyway to hang out with the people you know that I don’t.”
“Gabriella.”
“Don’t Maxwell, I don’t want to argue over it.”
“Why not? The obvious person you’re going with is Zac. The same one that Abby and I keep telling you to avoid and stay away from.”
“Why? Because he’s flirty? Because unlike Simon he respected when I told him no? What the fuck is your problem with him?”
“He’s a whore Gabriella. He doesn’t do relationships or even steady booty calls, he finds women to fuck and that’s it. He’s not interested in getting to know you; he’s not interested in anything steady or even remotely steady. What he wants is for you to say yes, so he can get what he wants from you. Then he’ll leave you, he won’t bother to flirt anymore or do anything nice because he’ll have what he wanted.”
“Not like it would be the first guy, or even the third.”
“There lies your problem Gabby. You just don’t care if they want you for you. You give them what they want and then wonder why they leave. Newton wanted you to dye your hair and be his personal model, once he got bored he moved on. The ones between him and Simon were just like Zac, why don’t you admit that Gabby? You keep thinking by giving in they will love you, you need to learn to say no a hell of a lot more often. Every single one of them acted just like Zac. Being nice, wanting to flirt and once you gave in they left and you moved to the next guy like it was nothing. You did that with Simon too. He flirted, acted nice and you know how that ended.”
“So...you’re saying I’m a whore?”
“I never said that!” he yelled.
“You didn’t have to outright say it Max. None of them were like Zac, none of them tried Max. I didn’t give a shit who was doing what as long as I was somewhere warm in the winter.”
“That is not what I said. Don’t twist my words around.”
The knock on the door pretty much ended the conversation as Abigail came in bouncing and smiling, but she paused a moment and then smiled.
“You ready?”
“I guess.”
“You’re not going to tell her?” Max asked.
“Sure, why not before you just tell the whole fucking world. I’m not going with either of you to the party. Zac is picking me up at five and I am going with him. Because apparently I’m just a whore who can’t say no to anyone.”
I picked up my phone and purse and walked out; I got in her car and just waited. She came out after like fifteen minutes and got in.
“You care to explain what the hell just happened?”
“Nope. I just want to go have lunch.”
“Okay.”
She chose a place across town, Italian place and while I didn’t want to eat anything I did anyway, she’d just nag if I didn’t.
“So, you aren’t going with us?”
“No.”
“Is this some date with Zac?”
“No. I lost a video game challenge and the deal was the winner has 48 hours and the other person does whatever. Zac was the winner.”
“And you’re just going to do whatever he says for 48 hours? Regardless to what he wants or doesn’t want? Pretty sure we all know what he wants.”
“Yeah, and he’s already told me that sex will not happen until I say yes. When I asked what he wanted the only thing he did want was for me to attend the party with him. Apparently this is just some game and I can’t say no to anyone. Funny, I said no to Zac more than once.”
“You know that’s not what he meant. He just doesn’t want you hurt over and over again.”
“Doesn’t matter.”
“Gabs.”
“He walks out on me and it’s fine and now he wants to be some knight in armor that steps in and saves me? It doesn’t work that way Abby.”
“He just doesn’t want to see you hurting Gabby. He knows Zac and how he is.”
“If that was the case why did my cake and present surprise him so much?”
“That is Zac trying awfully hard to get you to agree, see it for face value Gabby.”
“So, if Isaac had done it instead? Would it be to get me to agree? What if it was Taylor? Both of them have girlfriends would it be the same? The only reason he feels it’s different is because Zac did it. Because he didn’t do it and you didn’t, it’s only a problem because Zac did.”
“Isaac and Taylor don’t want you to fuck them Gabs.”
“It shouldn’t matter. He did something nice.”
“Yes, which is the problem. Would he have done it had he never come on to you? Assume that Zac never wanted to sleep with you, would he have done the same thing?”
“I don’t know.”
“The answer is no. Plain and simple, had he not wanted to get in your pants he wouldn’t have done anything. There would have been no fair, no drunken nights, no cake, nothing. Odds are you’d just be another crew member that he doesn’t give a shit about.”
She couldn’t know that, I couldn’t even say for certain because it’s always possible that he would. He seemed to care about Carrick, about Austin and the backup members. He had sent them birthday messages and cards and even Carrick had cake on his birthday.
“It doesn’t matter, he gets 48 hours anyway. He gave me three days when I won. I’ll honor my 48 hours.”
“So stupid. You are smarter than this Gabriella.”
Clearly I wasn’t since she just called me stupid to my face. But, I didn’t reply or say anything because what the hell, I was stupid. She went to the mall next, said she needed something to complete her costume. She didn’t care much to stay with me so I wondered around and came to the salon.
“Can I help you?” She asked.
“Do you have anything that washes out completely?”
“It’s Halloween, we stock some special dyes for different looks. They’ll wash right out with one maybe two shampoos.”
“Do you have black?”
“Yes.”
The cost wasn’t much and I needed a trim anyway, so I had her trim my hair first to remove the dead ends and then she used the temporary black to dye it. I could have gotten a wig but it would be hot and itchy. She finished about the time Abby texted to say she was checking out. I paid her and then headed to the front. The smile she had completely fell when she saw me.
“What the hell did you do?”
“It’s my hair, since I apparently only make stupid decision. I’m ready to go though.”
“Max is going to have a fucking heart attack.”
“Why? It’s my hair. If that gives him a heart attack then he has serious issues.”
She and I returned to the house and damn she was right, Max about dropped the plate he had in his hand.
“What the hell did you do? Why the fuck are you trying to go back to being Newton’s play model? What are you doing Gabriella?”
That actually hurt but I wouldn’t show that. All he felt I was to Newton was a play model? A little hair dye didn’t mean I was doing anything.
“Nothing, it’s temporary, it’s not even permanent. Not like Newton or Simon’s around anyway. Well, Simon is as he still is asking me to forgive him. But the two of you are so hung up on Zac that you haven’t bothered to ask what he’s doing. By the way Maxwell, you got pissed off because I stayed with Zac those few days. Simon sent a picture of the front door that Friday. I’ve got to get ready.”
I couldn’t do this right now, so I just went to my room and closed the door. Abby would have to come here to get ready but by that point I was calmer, just sitting and deciding between the mid-thigh boots or the mid-calf, the thigh one would cover so much of the suit though. I was just deciding between them, didn’t say anything as she got ready. It would take me fifteen minutes to put that suit on.
“Are you seriously going with him?” She asked.
“Yes. It is whatever it is a date, him being nice, him being an asshole, I really don’t care right now.”
“Gabs.”
“Don’t bother Abigail. I’m not getting nude so it doesn’t matter. I’m not saying yes, he won’t force me.”
“But...”
“I said don’t. I’m going to a party with a guy. If it were anyone else, neither of you would care, so I don’t want to hear it.”
“Okay.”
She got ready as apparently they were going to do dinner too. She really did look good in the Victorian dress she’d chosen and he looked quite nice in his phantom suit. I was doing my make up when they left at four.
I’m almost ready…are you?
I smiled. Yes.
-Zac-
I’d woken up nervous as hell, cleaned the apartment obsessively and even washed clothes and changed the sheets. Why? I had no idea. Maybe just nervous energy, maybe I just wanted her to believe I could clean. I knew where dinner was and I had a pretty heavy breakfast. But the nervous energy remained and I went for a long run about noon. It seemed to help, I then played games for several hours before I showered and started to get ready. I was going as Blade from the series, he was a vampire hunter technically but he was also a vampire. The suit was comfortable also, not too old fashion and simple. Pants, nice shirt, and a vest with a long coat. Taylor called at 3:10.
“Stella said you were bringing Gabby?”
“Yeah, I pick her up at 5, why?”
I heard him sigh and braced myself for whatever he was going to say, couldn’t be too bad or too good either.
“What are you doing Zac? Stella said you knew more about her background?”
“Yes. She told me all about her background before our birthdays, what do you mean what am I doing?”
“Like you know she doesn’t do one night stands...”
“I know that Taylor.”
He was quiet. “Are you…do you actually like her?”
“I wouldn’t be hanging out with her if I didn’t at least like being around her Taylor.”
“No, I mean like more than just friends like.”
“I don’t know.”
That was a blatant lie and I was sure he saw right through it as well, he was good at detecting my lies. But he let the subject go with just telling me not to do anything stupid. I finished getting ready and then sent her a message around four asking if she was ready, she simply said yes. She could have provided more information, like what her costume was because I’d tried to find anything that matches with no success. I cleaned up my light mess and left at 4:30, getting there at 4:50. I sent a message to her.
Almost done, there is a key under that obviously fake rock to your right.
She wasn’t kidding by the obvious part, it really did look fake. I got the key, unlocked the door and replaced it; I had barely seen the apartment when I picked her up last time, just a brief glimpse outside the door.
“Gabby?”
“I’m almost done; I just need to do something with my hair.”
“Leave it down, it’ll be fine.”
The apartment clearly indicated that a man lived here alone or at least with another male roommate at some point. There was a small linen closet behind the door, a shaky looking banquet table which basically had junk piled up on it and the couch and chair were dark grey, faded, and I swore there was a rip on the chair. The table sat six, but it looked older. The kitchen was on the far end, but I didn’t go that far.
“Close your eyes.”
“Come on!”
“If you want me to come out close your eyes.”
I closed my eyes. “Okay, they’re closed.”
I could hear heels clicking on the hardwood floor, good she was wearing heels! God I loved the ones she wore last time!
“I like your outfit, I was wondering if you were going late century or more modern, it works.”
“I’d say whether I like yours but you won’t let me open my eyes.”
“I’m right in front of you, nothing is stopping you.”
I opened my eyes and the first thing I saw was the black hair framing her face, the dark make up and the bright red lipstick. She looked very different. Then I saw the outfit and I think my heart stopped beating all together.
It was a one piece black leather-looking suit. It was long sleeve and the top opened right above her breast, which revealed some cleavage. There was a tied section just under the breast, which was black ribbon and there were lace panels from the arm pits to the bottom, which ended with black lace up heels that tied in the front. She did a spin and the entire back was solid black, what topped it off was the little kitty cat ears headband.
“Cat burglar?” I asked.
“That I am. Let me get my bag.”
Fuck, she could steal my heart anytime, wait…had I just thought that?! She turned and walked back toward the opening to the right, presumably that went to the bedrooms and bathroom. Fuck, those high heels made her hips sway just perfectly, on her way back I noticed I didn’t see any lines through the lace panels on her hips.
“Did you find invisible panties?”
She put her wallet in the overnight bag and giggled. “No. I’m not wearing any. I had nothing that wouldn’t be seen so I figured what the hell.”
I was going to die by the end of the night, I was absolutely certain of that. Fuck, maybe I should have called my 48 hours in some other time…
“Where are Max and Abigail?”
“Left an hour ago which is probably a good thing.”
“Take it they were not happy with you coming with me?”
“Understatement of the decade. So, dinner?”
“Definitely.”
I let her come out behind me because I wasn’t sure I could handle that walk. I did open the door for her and she tossed the bag in the backseat and got in. I said a silent prayer as I went around the car and we headed to dinner. Dinner was nice except for the several guys who commented on the suit, asked for her number, or well, informed her of their numbers. For once I kind of wished people recognized me more. It was close to 7 when we arrived at Cain’s and got inside. We met Stella and Taylor at the door almost and Taylor asked who she was as did Stella. The black hair threw them way off, much like it was me.
It was nice to dance and relax a bit, even if having her so close was not always good, I thought her flirty behavior was pretty limited to texts and random comments, but she knew moves that made me seriously want to drag her off somewhere. I didn’t see Max or Abigail either, but I wasn’t looking for them. My eyes were watching her ass move or feeling her hands around me. We were standing at the bar getting a drink, when I felt a hand on my ass, it couldn’t be Gabby’s because she was standing in front of me.
“Hey babe, I didn’t know you’d be here.”
I moved her hand and moved away, I didn’t have anything to say to her. Gabby looked at me confused but then saw her and she looked like she was shooting daggers at her.
“Priscilla.”
“Do I know you?”
“You met me on the tour, bought merchandise from me.”
I saw her eyes appraise Gabby, but clearly Gabby had seen her nurse costume, barely there and usually that on a blonde was way more than enough but I didn’t feel anything toward her and no sexual attraction at all. Now the black haired kitty cat in front of me on the other hand was driving me crazy.
“Damn, you do know how to dress up.”
“Clearly you don’t, are you aiming for a one night stand tonight?”
“I was rather hoping Zac would be more than happy to accommodate that.”
As much as I wanted too during our relationship, I didn’t now. I was intending on telling her that but Gabby’s backed into me a little more, pressing her body against mine and I fought to remain in control of my own damn body.
“That’s not going to happen; he’s coming home with me. You had your chance, find someone else.”
“I’ll call next week, I’m sure he’ll be available.”
She then turned and I looked at Gabby. “You didn’t have to do that.”
“It’s not a lie. I’ll be going home with you.”
She had a point there and after a brief break we went back to dancing, she had about three drinks and was still standing in those heels. The slow dances were the ones that put her close to me and in those heels she was the same height I was. It was about ten and it was a slow song and something occurred because she stopped moving with me.
“Gabriella? Everything okay?”
“Yeah, sorry.”
“It’s fine, just wondered.”
She smiled at me but there was something in her eyes, something that I didn’t like, figuring she saw someone related to or close to Simon I moved her out of that line of sight but it didn’t seem to help.
“Do you want to leave?”
“You wouldn’t mind? It’s not even midnight.”
“Hey, I’m a shitty dancer and you’re just being nice and not saying it. If you want to go, we can.”
“I’d like that.”
“Let’s find Stella and Tay and then we’ll head out.”
Finding them took no time at all, they were at the bar and we wished Stella happy birthday again and then said our byes and I headed to the apartment.
“So...that hair color…”
“Temporary, I promise. I’ll wash it when I get there and get the color out.”
“It’s nice, but I do like the natural color.”
She remained quiet after that and even as we went inside, her bag was dropped by the kitchen and then she sat down on the sofa. She really was acting very different and that was not going to do. I wanted to see the shock and that face she gave me a few days before on the bus and after kicking my shoes off I lowered myself to the floor. She turned and raised an eyebrow at me, but her eyes remained on me as I crawled around the chair and then to her, but unlike the bus I didn’t have to move her legs this time, but I did place light kisses up her legs, down the inside of her thigh, pausing and then moving to her hips instead of elsewhere. I followed the lace up her sides, alternating sides. By the time I reached the exposed area of her skin she was fully looking at me and that sadness was gone, she didn’t stop me when I placed a soft kiss to the center of her chest, right between the cleavage. I moved up, going for the open area of her neck and I heard the soft moan that escaped her lips, ones I found moments later.
I could barely taste the sour taste from the mixed drinks she’d had, but I felt her hands move the jacket down my shoulders some. I took the hint well and moved so she could remove it. I was slightly hot in it anyway. I let it drop to the floor and went back to her neck. I knew I was just making it worse for me, but the way she was looking at me was making up for the fact I’ll be horny as fuck the rest of the night.
When I felt the vest being undone though I wondered what she wanted but let her undo it. I rose up and slid it off, watched her eyes travel downward. I knew she wasn’t drunk at least. I lifted her left leg and sat the soul of her shoes against my abdomen and began to unlace them, but that caused the suit to tighten up on her thighs and ass.
“Are you really not wearing any form of underwear?”
“Yes, I am really not wearing anything.”
I unlaced them and slide them off her foot and then moved to the other one, again the suit tightened around her thigh, but I undid the laces and tossed that shoe with the first one.
“Such a tight suit to not show any details, I’ve seen panties show more.”
“You have to know how to wear the suit.”
I moved her leg down and then pulled her right to me, I knew she’d feel the erection pressing against her especially when I leaned over and that was the look I wanted to see. The one that told me she really wanted too but was just following her brain instead of any other organs.
“Anything I want, that’s not sex, endless possibilities.”
I let my lips linger around her neck; let her wait for it as I figured out exactly what I wanted to do.
“Hold on.”
She took those literally, wrapping her feet around my waist and arms around my neck, I rose up and while it took a moment I got up, she knocked the living room lights off when we passed. I moved to the bedroom and sat her down on the side of my bed.
“Not fair that you’ve seen me and I haven’t you.”
“Pretty sure you can’t handle that.”
I went for the neck again, this time sinking my teeth in a bit. “I’m sure I can if I’m not just looking. So, any clue how I get this suit off?”
“Snaps behind my neck and from there you just peel it off.”
Sounded quite simple and I was glad to have it away from her neck, gave me complete access. I was determined she wouldn’t forget tonight, whatever bothered her at the party would not do so anymore. Was I terrified that undressing her would be too much? Hell yes. But, it was worth it.
I slid the right side over her shoulder and followed it, repeating the same thing on the other side, before biting the center and pulling it down, it just rolled it’s way over the soft pillows of cleavage where she did not have a bra on, the suit continued to roll down underneath both sides and I was left with a perfect view of that tattoo, which I traced the outside with the tip of my tongue before dipping down and running it around the nipple slowly, it didn’t take much for them to harden and for her breathing to change. Not really knowing what she liked I took a gamble and slightly bit down on the left side and the moan that came from her was amazing. I let my hands massage, pinch slightly and roll the nipple between my fingers. She was making no effort to stop me. My left hand began to roll the suit down some more, testing because if she was going to stop me she would before I got too far, but the suit rolled down exposing her abdomen and she didn’t make any movements to stop me.
I moved back up, leaning her back onto the bed and she moved back on her own, dark chocolate pools of lust is what I found looking at me. I moved back down, not stopping this time.
“You are worse than I am.” She said.
“Payback’s a bitch huh?”
I reached the edge of the suit again and glanced up, she was watching me. I got the edge of the rolled up suit and tugged on it, letting it farther roll down before I had to use my hands. My fingers slid down the smooth part of her thighs, I really expected that she had something on under the suit, but she hadn’t lied and I found that out when I got the suit far enough down. She was trimmed with a triangle and I barely remembered that I needed to get this suit off completely. Rising up to do that didn’t help, just gave me the whole view and I felt my cock twitch, yet she wasn’t doing sex. I went to lean down and her foot slowly made its way up the bottom of my shirt, barely touching me but stopped in the center of my chest.
“Take the shirt off.”
I didn’t hesitate to throw it across the room then I started moving down her leg, without the pesky suit in the way it was easier to let my nails slide across her skin, causing goose bumps to trail down her leg. I moved back up though, went back to her neck; I wanted her to want me to do more. Which occurred after another several minutes working on those nipples again, getting the moans. Her hands tangled into my head and pushed down. I left a trail of kisses on my way down her body. I adjusted my position slightly, maybe dry humping the bed while I did this would benefit us both!
I laid my hand over her, letting just the pad of my middle finger slid between the folds, fuck she was perfect. I could feel the wetness here even without doing anything, but I let my middle finger slowly make circles with gentle pressure before moving it away and leaning down, I’d wanted to taste her for weeks now and I wasn’t disappointed, not by the taste or by the moan she let out when my tongue swirled around the clit. I let my tongue swirl for a bit before dipping down and that got a bit of a gasp and a moan too. I kept on wanting more noises and when I was sure I let my fingers slide into her.
Fuck, she felt warm and velvety smooth and the way her back arched and the moan it’s exactly what she wanted. I paused for several moments just let my fingers slid in an out, fuck she was wet. I did love the flushed color of her skin and the fact that her own hands were keeping those nipples nice and hard, fuck I wanted more. I leaned down and did a slight swirl before I sucked gently on the clit.
“Fuck…Zachary...”
The tone of her voice and my name sent a shock through my entire body; I sure as hell hoped she didn’t mind watching after this. It did spur me on; three fingers caused her to cuss loudly. I thought maybe I’d hurt her but the way she was grabbing the comforter didn’t seem to resonate with pain. Her breathing had gone shallow. I repeated the sucking actions, not quite as gentle and the arch and grip told me that was it. I increased the speed of my fingers and after feeling her walls tighten around my fingers some I went for the kill. I felt her hands tangle into my hair and despite the fact the pulling hurt, I didn’t stop, not until she’d screamed my name. I then let it ride out before I moved slowly back up her body, the shimmer from the sweat and the flushed color was such a turn on to me, god was I achingly hard but I knew she needed a few minutes.
To distract myself I placed soft kisses all along her collarbone and neck, until she was at least breathing somewhat normally. Yet, being this close was so distracting because I could feel her thighs against me, knew she could feel that hard on pressing against her. I knew she had come down a bit when I felt kisses to my neck. That was before she flipped me over.
“You should know better than to show off with me.”
“Maybe I wanted you too.”
She kissed me and then moved to my neck, I could feel her weight on my cock, damn I wish this was going farther, but as her lips moved down I moved my attention to her. She moved to the nipples and fuck gentle she went straight for the kill, quick laps then bites.
“Fuck...”
I felt her smile against my skin as she moved to the other side and repeated the same action, she’d definitely learned from that one time. I felt her hips shift side to side and I groaned, she was doing that on purpose. She began to move down, her nails raising goose bumps on my skin as they slid down my side.
She reached the waistband and I watched her use her fucking teeth to unbutton and then unzip them. It was maybe the utmost erotic thing I’d ever seen. She had to raise up to get them off though, wasted no time with either the pants or the boxers but she laid the pants over my eyes.
“Just keep them there a moment, enjoy the sensations.”
Who was I to argue? I felt the bed moving as she moved back down then cool air was blown all around me. I sighed and then felt her hands massaging the balls before there was a very slow lick up the underside which caused me to moan but then her tongue swirled around the head of my dick and I really wanted to see what she was doing but I resisted, I could feel the warm, wetness of her mouth and good god she had the ability to deep throat really well. I could feel the back of her throat often, words ceased to exist, I felt close when the sensations stopped and I felt kisses to my abdomen.
“I...you…”
That was not fair! I tried to push her head back down but the pants began to move and I waited. Once they were off my face and someplace on the floor I looked at her to tell her how unfair she was being. But words caught in my throat because she was holding something and it took only a few moments to realize what she had was a condom package, why the fuck would she need that for oral sex?!
I didn’t understand the reason for this condom but I did watch her open the package and she placed it in her mouth. I was positive my eyes grew wide as saucers when she began to slide down. Her lips smoothed over the head and were firm so the condom rolled down as she did. I didn’t understand but fucking hell this was so different. Her lips remained firm until I felt the back of her throat and only then did she move to use her hand to finish unrolling it. That thin barrier completely screwed up the feeling of her tongue on my head.
“Gabriella.” I whined, pathetic yes but damnit.
She was then moving up and her lips connected with mine, tasting like the condom lube which wasn’t that pleasant but thankfully it faded quickly. I could feel her hovering right there above me and that was so fucking mean. I could feel her breast against my chest, her thighs on either side of me and it was the perfect position.
“I’m assuming you won’t be saying no?”
“To what?”
I was confused but her hand slid between us and wrapped around me and then it hit me, she was guiding me into her. Fuck! I was sure as hell wasn’t saying no to this! I was rather shocked that this was something she was doing, I thought at first this was some cruel joke but then I could feel the warm opening and then the tightness and intense warmth once the head slipped in. The look on her face was perfect, the perfect combination of pain and pleasure. She was moving slowly back, inch by inch and the tightness was perfect. She brought her hand back up once several inches had gone in. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her face.
“Fuck…” I said.
“That’s the idea.”
I pulled her down and kissed her, fuck she felt perfect around me. She was still slowly moving back, sometimes coming forward and then lowering again, working her way down my shaft. It wasn’t until she paused that I realized she’d gone all the way down! I hadn’t known anyone that could handle all 9 inches. But I could feel her lips against the base.
When she really started to move though, words and thoughts just vanished. All I could feel was those tight warm walls surrounding my cock and the movements. Her hands on my chest which she was using for leverage. That gave me the moment to let my eyes drop down and that was nearly too much, watching as my cock disappeared into her and then withdrew moments later was just about too much for me to handle. Yet the more she moved, the slicker her skin became with sweat and I was beginning to see black lines running around her neck, the hair dye was fading. The only downside was I was so worked up, I knew I wouldn’t last long.
She rose and fell in a steady rhythm and I watched, stunned that she’d bottom out so much. I wasn’t even sure who was moaning. I got her to go faster when I knew I was close but she refused until she was even closer, her hand slide between us, clearly aiming for the clit. I know she came before I did, mostly because those tight walls felt like a vice grip around me and she didn’t even stop moving until I pulled her down and held her still, I could still feel myself in her. I was not going to complain there, that feeling felt perfect.
I kept her right there on top of me until both of us could breathe normally, this was no feeling that I had felt before, wanting to keep her there, not wanting to push her away, go shower and leave. No, what I wanted was to hold her all night.
“I…have no words.”
“Sleep?”
I lifted her face and smiled. “Baby, you have hair dye running down your body. I think maybe shower first.”
She just stared at me looking confused, I ran my finger across the tattoo and showed her the dye. She then looked down at the hair dye smeared across my chest too. She moved forward and I kind of didn’t want her too because that caused me to pull out, that lingering moment.
“I’ll go get my bag.”
I pulled her down and kissed her. “I’ll start the shower, warm or hot?”
Again she kind of stared at me looking confused and I kissed her again. “Warm it is.”
I didn’t realize how badly that dye ran until she was up and walking across the room, completely normal walk but there was black dye running her back and legs and I carefully got up. I started the shower and got the water warm before she got back. She didn’t seem too happy when she got back and I prayed it wasn’t because sex was an impulsive decision and she was now regretting it.
But I let her get in the shower and then followed, which seemed to surprise her.
“I been dying to shower with you, not just have you watch.”
I took the shampoo bottle and once her hair was wet began to wash the black dye out of it. I heard the sigh as I massaged her scalp and worked the shampoo into every strand. The black hair was okay, but I did like her natural color better. I had to wash it three times to get the water to run clear and ensure it was all out, and then I focused on getting her clean as well. Which she returned the favor and seemed much better at that point. We got dried off and she started to slip a shirt on but I took it from her.
“What are you doing?”
“Putting a shirt on so I can go to bed?”
“What? You think you’re going elsewhere? No. Right here.”
“I didn’t think…”
I pulled her to me and kissed her deeply. “Right here Gabriella, beside me. That’s what I want.”
I let her climb into bed first and then I turned the lights off and laid down, after I was settled she wasted no time sliding against me and she was asleep before I was. I just held her wondered what she was thinking…
(Zac's)
> Gabby's shoes for the party.
For anyone interested, here's the Turley costume!
Taylor and Stella's outfits.