The Envy of Idols (Rich Boys of Burberry Prep #3) - C.M. Stunich Page 0,58
and sliding his fingers along the side of my neck. A small moan escapes me before I can hold it back, and then Zack leans in. Just like I did with Creed, I kiss him like there are no boundaries, no barriers, nothing holding us back.
It feels so damn good, this refreshing surge of want without guilt. Well, okay, there might be a tiny bit of guilt, but I tell myself this is the last piece of my revenge clicking into place. I get to date these guys, explore my feelings for them, and I don't have to pick just yet. I don't have to choose.
Another moan escapes me, and I find my fingers digging into the muscles of Zack's back, pulling him into me, dragging him closer. He lets me grip onto him like that, even seems to like it. We adjust ourselves, so that I'm more or less lying down, and he's … more or less lying on top of me.
The weight of his body feels good, his skin hot and slick under my hands.
His right hand slides up my side, ruffling up my shirt, and I groan, wiggling underneath him. Creed's voice pops into my head: “Don’t wiggle like that; you’ll give me a hard-on.”
If I keep doing that, then Zack …
I adjust myself again, and he ends up between my thighs, his body hot and hard, and smelling so good. I slide my fingers down his back, scratching him with my nails, and he makes this growling sound that I can feel in my bones. My back arches up against him, pressing my breasts into his chest.
Our kissing actually slows down a little after a few minutes, dropping into this hot sensual rhythm. That's when I feel his hardness between my thighs, pressing up against his boxers. I'm fully aware of the fact that there's only two thin layers of fabric between us.
I put my palms between us, intending to push Zack back a bit, but end up getting this jolt of excitement when I feel his hard pecs, and the stiff points of his nipples. I make a small sound of pleasure, and he groans, reaching up to cup my breast through the soft, thin material of my shirt.
The pleasure is so intense that I throw my back into the pillows, breaking the kiss, panting hard. Zack moves his palm down to my bare waist, his skin hot and sweaty against mine, and then he slides up until he's dipping beneath the material of my shirt and cupping my bare breast.
The sound that breaks past my lips then is so foreign that I almost startle myself, shaking as Zack chuckles and nuzzles against my collarbone.
"If you're not quiet, you're going to wake up the rest of those jerks."
"Quiet?" I choke, forgetting the meaning of the word for a moment. Zack grins at me, dipping his head to my breast. When he takes my nipple into his mouth, I moan so loud that I'm positive someone else is going to hear me. The sensations though are so new, so overwhelming, I can hardly breathe.
Want and lust and need spiral through me, building in my core and unraveling until every inch of body is affected. I'm so suddenly so desperate for more that I don't know what to do with myself. Zack leans forward and his hardness brushes against the warmth of my core.
We both pause at the sound of a door opening, and I slip out from underneath him, landing on the floor on my knees.
I scramble to my feet, fixing my shirt, feeling my pulse pound.
Zayd pads into the living room area and opens the mini-fridge, pulling out a soda before he pauses and turns to look at me, standing there in my pj's in view of the door. I'm not sure he can see Zack though. His eyes stray to Zack's broken couch bed, and the pile of blankets on the floor, before he looks back at me.
"I knew I should've taken that fucking couch bed," he growls, popping the top on his soda as Zack rolls back to his side of the bed, one arm thrown across his eyes as he groans.
Zayd and I stare at each other for a long, hot moment, my eyes traveling down his tattooed muscular form. He, too, is shirtless, and my body throbs in response.
Crap.
Crap, crap, crap.
My mother lost her virginity young, and used sex as a tool and a weapon to get what she wanted. I