his throbbing shaft. He met my eyes, his brows raised in surprise, but he didn't protest when I took his tip between my lips and rolled my tongue around his crown.
"Oh shit," he moaned as I took him deeper into my mouth, his hands coming to my head in encouragement. "Baby, fuck." His next words melted into a groan as I took him into my throat as far as possible, sucking him with confidence and knowing he was near climax.
I gripped his ass, pulling him closer and giving him the permission he needed to control the pace. His thrusts into my mouth were tentative for a second, then as his finale crept closer, he became rougher and more desperate.
Zed fucked my face, muttering curses and compliments about my sinful mouth as I sucked and licked, using every ounce of my exhausted energy to give him the blowjob of his life. When he exploded, I swallowed deeply, taking it all, then ran my tongue down the length of his dick as he withdrew.
Looking up at him, I couldn't help the overwhelming sense of satisfaction at the expression he wore. Because I had done that to him.
Gasping for breath, he gave a disbelieving shake of his head as he coaxed me back to my feet and kissed me long and hard. "You're incredible, Dare."
I smirked back at him. "You're not so bad, yourself." With another quick kiss, I nudged him aside and reached for one of the Nutella pancakes in the frying pan. Surely, they were cool enough to eat by now.
Zed just watched me with hungry eyes and picked up his phone from where he'd tossed it when I came into the kitchen. Holding my gaze, he brought it back to his ear and grinned devilishly. "You still there, Gumdrop?"
I froze, the pancake halfway to my mouth.
Zed gave a throaty laugh and shook his head. "Payback's a bitch, huh? Catch a ride home with Alexi; Dare is indisposed for the day."
He actually ended the call this time, then leaned in and took a bite of the pancake in my hand. "Mmm," he hummed, "delicious." Yet the look in his eye told me he wasn't talking about the food. "Better eat up, baby. You'll need your strength. I want to fuck you on every damn surface of this house before Gumdrop gets home."
Goddamn if that didn't make my belly flutter in excitement, but I sure as shit wasn't telling him that after his phone stunt with Lucas. Then again, like he’d said, it was payback. Lucas really hadn’t been as subtle as he'd thought when he’d fucked me with Zed on the phone.
So I folded the pancake in half and took a huge bite. After all, I needed my strength.
25
As it turned out, Zed and I only managed to christen a handful of areas in his house before Lucas got home, and Zed reluctantly disappeared into his shower so I could talk to Lucas alone.
"So..." he drawled, flopping down on the couch beside me. Zed and I had been taking a break, napping and casually watching TV reruns when Lucas had arrived home. "You guys worked some shit out?"
His expression wasn't angry, just curious. With a small dose of jealous, which a shitty part of me actually enjoyed.
"Um, yup," I replied in a hoarse voice. I'd done way too much screaming and moaning for one day, and it was wreaking havoc on my voice box. "We had a really good... talk." I wet my lips, unable to keep the heat from my cheeks at that evasion. But shit, Lucas knew full fucking well what I meant. Hell, he'd had the full audio of our session in the kitchen first thing in the morning.
"How's your mom doing?" I asked, changing the subject away from Zed and me. Sure, Lucas had already given his approval and had even pushed me to give in to what I so clearly wanted with Zed. But that didn't really make it any less awkward. Especially seeing as beneath the blanket I wore nothing but a T-shirt and still had the sticky residue of Zed's cum on my thighs.
Lucas stared at me a moment longer, like his mind was still firmly on the subject of Zed and me fucking. Or maybe he was remembering what he’d heard on the phone, given neither of us had been particularly quiet. Then he blinked and sighed.
"She's okay. No, she's good. I think being at home is going to be really good for