Chapter 349 - Since Last Night (R)

Chapter 349: Chapter 349 - Since Last Night (R)

Zac glanced down.

Roxie slapped his shoulder. "Stop looking!"

He laughed. "You literally told me about them."

"You were supposed to tell me they’re fine."

"They’re fine."

"That sounded forced."

Zac laughed harder. "I’ll tell you a secret."

Roxie looked at him suspiciously. "That you’re a pussy?"

His grin widened as he lowered his voice. "Even if you had a whole fucking jungle down there, I’d still happily put my face between your legs."

Roxie’s entire face burned. She slapped his chest. "Asshole."

Zac caught her hand before she could hit him again and kissed her palm, which shut her up immediately. Then he bent down and wrapped both arms around her injured leg like he was begging for forgiveness.

Roxie might have believed him if he hadn’t rubbed his cheek against her shin.

"Stop that."

Zac grinned and ran his palm over her leg. "It is a little scratchy."

"Shut up."

Her face grew even hotter when he stood again and slid his hands around her waist. Roxie caught one of them before it could move lower, which only made his grin worse.

"I won’t tease you anymore. Promise."

Roxie glared at him and realized how ridiculous she was acting. As a cheerleader, she waxed regularly because their uniforms were tiny enough that risking even a little fluff underneath was out of the question. She had spent three days practically living at Angela’s, though, and she knew some stubble had grown back. Somehow that had become a huge problem in her head even though Zac barely shaved himself and Roxie had never cared.

She sighed and finally released his hand.

Zac hooked his fingers beneath her underwear and slowly pulled it down. Roxie immediately covered her face with both hands, and the fact that he stayed completely silent made it worse.

She peeked through her fingers and caught him staring between her legs.

"Zac."

His mouth curved. "Now the curtains match the drapes."

Roxie’s mouth dropped open. "Oh my God."

She smacked the top of his head several times while Zac laughed so hard he nearly lost his balance.

"You’re such an asshole."

"My turn."

He stood and hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts, then started pulling them down slowly like he was putting on a private show just for her.

Roxie hated how much she liked it.

Her eyes traveled over his chest, his pecs, the hard lines of his abs and the V disappearing beneath his waistband before following the shorts lower. His cock sprang free, already hard, thick and bobbing slightly from the movement.

Roxie swallowed.

He looked fucking good.

Zac caught her staring before she could pretend otherwise, and his smirk widened.

"Don’t."

"I didn’t say anything."

"You were about to."

He stepped beneath the warm water first and held out his hand. "Come on. Let me treat my princess right."

Roxie took it while pretending to pout, even though her eyes betrayed her again before she stepped beneath the water.

Yeah. She had taken that inside her. Maybe it had been difficult the first time, but goddamn, she had.

The warm water hit her shoulders, and Roxie closed her eyes with a long groan. "Oh my God."

"That good?" Zac moved closer behind her, pressing his hard cock against her stomach. "I’ve got something better."

"Shut up, you pervert."

She giggled while Zac kissed the side of her neck, then he reached past her for the shampoo.

"Turn around."

Roxie opened her eyes. "You’re actually going to wash my hair?"

"Turn around, princess."

She obeyed mostly because she wanted to see whether he was serious.

Apparently he was.

Zac worked the shampoo into her hair slowly, his fingers pressing over her scalp until Roxie’s eyes closed again. She leaned back against him and groaned.

"Fuck."

He laughed behind her. "That good?"

"Keep going and stop talking."

His fingers continued moving, and Roxie let herself enjoy it. There was something ridiculously nice about letting somebody else take care of her without having to ask. Zac seemed perfectly content washing her hair, taking his time rinsing it before reaching for the body wash.

Roxie opened one eye. "I can do that part."

"I’m collecting payment."

"You’re abusing that joke."

"You started it."

Roxie laughed when his hands moved over her shoulders, but the laughter gradually softened. Zac wasn’t rushing anymore. His palms moved across her arms, her back, her waist and down her sides while he kept one hand ready whenever she shifted her weight because of her ankle.

When he crouched in front of her, that stupid embarrassment about the stubble tried to come back. Zac washed one leg with slow strokes and then the other, apparently giving zero fucks about what had been occupying Roxie’s head for the past ten minutes.

She watched him. "You seriously don’t care?"

He glanced up. "About what?"

"The stubble."

Zac looked at her legs, then back at her. "No."

"That’s it?"

"What do you want me to say?"

Roxie felt stupidly relieved. "Nothing."

"Good."

He ran his hands higher along her thighs, and whatever embarrassment remained disappeared when Zac suddenly leaned forward and buried his face between them.

Roxie groaned, the sound echoing against the wet tile as both hands immediately flew into his damp hair. Her legs opened wider for him while the warm water continued running over her body.

Zac licked her in one long, filthy stroke, dragging his tongue from her entrance all the way up to her clit.

Roxie’s knees nearly buckled.

"Fuck."

Her fingers tightened in his hair when he did it again, slower this time, and the low sound Zac made against her only made the heat between her legs worse. He licked through her folds like the stubble she had been so embarrassed about didn’t even exist, then closed his lips around her clit.

Roxie’s head fell back against the shower wall. "Zac..."

He didn’t answer. His mouth stayed busy while one hand held her good thigh steady, keeping her balanced as his tongue flicked and circled before flattening against her again.

Roxie pulled him closer without thinking.

Whatever she had worried about before seemed fucking ridiculous now. Zac had his face buried between her legs like this was exactly where he wanted to be.

His fingers pushed into her while his mouth stayed on her clit.

Roxie gasped. "Fuck."

The stretch made her hips jerk forward, especially when his fingers curled inside her. Zac looked up at her while he kept going, and somehow that made everything hotter.

He could see all of her.

Wet hair stuck to her face, flushed skin, legs spread around him, fingers tangled in his hair.

And Roxie wanted him to see.

"Don’t stop."

Zac groaned against her and worked her harder. His fingers moved inside her while his tongue kept the same relentless attention on her clit, and Roxie’s breathing quickly became uneven.

Her thighs started shaking.

"Zac... fuck."

His tongue moved faster.

The pressure snapped.

Roxie cried out as she came hard against his mouth, her whole body tightening while her fingers pulled at his hair. Her walls clenched around his fingers, and Zac kept licking her through it until Roxie was barely staying upright.

When the orgasm finally eased, her legs were trembling.

Zac stood slowly, water running down his chest and abs while Roxie tried to catch her breath. His mouth was wet, and he looked so ridiculously pleased with himself that she immediately narrowed her eyes.

"Don’t."

"I didn’t say anything."

"You’re thinking it."

Zac grabbed her waist and kissed her hard. The kiss was messy and open mouthed, and Roxie tasted herself on his tongue.

Her face heated again.

"Fuck, you’re so hot," he groaned against her mouth.

Roxie could only moan before kissing him again. His cock pressed hard against her stomach, and suddenly the orgasm he had just given her wasn’t enough.

Zac turned her carefully, keeping one strong arm around her waist so she wouldn’t put too much weight on her injured ankle.

Roxie swallowed.

This was only the second time.

The first had hurt. There had been that burning stretch, the shock of actually having Zac inside her and the strange awareness of how full she felt.

Now she knew what was coming and somehow that made her crave it more.

Zac pressed against her, and Roxie gripped his shoulders when he started pushing inside.

Her breath caught.

It didn’t hurt this time, but it still felt weird. Her body remembered him while still needing a moment to understand the thick fullness pushing into her again. For a few seconds it almost felt invasive, like something foreign was taking up space inside her, except now Roxie knew that strange feeling would change.

Zac stopped the second she tensed.

"You okay?"

"Yeah."

He stayed still anyway.

Roxie breathed through the fullness, feeling every inch of him while warm water ran over her shoulders. After a moment, she moved her hips slightly.

Zac groaned against her neck.

"Roxie."

She moved again.

That was enough.

Zac pushed deeper, and Roxie moaned as the strange sensation began turning into something she recognized, something she wanted. When he finally bottomed out, Zac dropped his forehead against her shoulder with a broken groan.

"Fuck. Roxie, you’re so tight and hot."

Roxie wanted to cover his mouth because every filthy thing he said still made her blush, but both hands were busy holding onto his shoulders.

"Stop saying shit like that."

"You want me to lie?"

"Zac."

He laughed breathlessly before pulling back and driving into her again.

Roxie’s moan swallowed whatever insult she had planned.

The careful pace disappeared once Zac realized she could take more. One hand gripped her hip while the other stayed firm around her waist, holding her steady as his thrusts became harder.

Roxie held onto him and let herself feel it.

The fullness had changed completely now. It no longer felt strange or invasive. It felt like Zac, thick and deep inside her, dragging over places she had barely learned existed the first time.

"Goddamn, Roxie."

His voice was already rough.

She loved hearing him like that.

"You’re so fucking tight."

"Zac."

"And hot."

"Shut up."

"You don’t sound like you want me to."

Roxie moaned when he drove into her again. "Asshole."

The next thrust wiped the word from her head.

Her fingers dug into his shoulders. "Fuck. That’s deep."

Zac groaned near her ear. "Yeah?"

Roxie nodded, unable to come up with anything better when he reached that same place inside her again.

Her head swirled.

This was different from their first time. She wasn’t thinking about whether it hurt anymore or wondering what she was supposed to do. She could actually feel him now, really feel every movement, and she was starting to understand why people lost their minds over sex.

Zac’s hand slid between her legs.

Roxie immediately knew what he was doing.

"Zac..."

His fingers found her clit, and Roxie nearly lost her balance before his arm tightened around her waist.

"I’ve got you."

His fingers moved in time with his hips, and Roxie’s already sensitive body reacted almost immediately. She had barely recovered from coming against his mouth, and now every deep thrust made the pressure rebuild faster.

"Fuck."

Zac kissed the side of her neck. "You’re close."

"How the fuck do you know?"

He laughed breathlessly. "Because you’re squeezing the hell out of me."

Roxie’s face burned. "Stop talking."

"Come for me, babe."

That fucking voice.

Roxie cried out as the pressure broke again. Her body tightened around him, fingers digging into his shoulders while the second orgasm hit hard enough to make her legs shake.

Zac cursed loudly. "Fuck, Roxie."

She could feel him losing control now.

Really losing it.

His breathing grew rough against her neck, and his thrusts became less measured.

Roxie loved it.

She tightened around him deliberately.

Zac groaned. "You did that on purpose."

Roxie managed a breathless smile. "Maybe."

"Fuck."

Whatever control he still had disappeared after that. A few moments later he buried himself deep with a rough groan, his entire body going tense behind her while Roxie held onto him.

For several seconds neither of them moved. The shower kept running around them while Zac stayed pressed against her back, breathing heavily against her neck and Roxie waited for her legs to stop trembling.

She laughed weakly. "We’re terrible at showering."

Zac kissed her shoulder. "One more?"

Roxie slowly turned her head. "Are you fucking insane?"

"I’m feeling optimistic."

"You’re going to kill me."

"I thought you said you weren’t dying."

Roxie laughed and elbowed him lightly.

Her phone started ringing.

Both of them froze, and the laughter disappeared immediately.

The phone kept ringing somewhere outside the bathroom. Roxie’s stomach tightened before she even knew who was calling because Karen knew where she was and knew Roxie planned to come back.

She wouldn’t call unless something happened.

Zac saw her expression and immediately turned off the water.

"My phone."

"I’ve got it."

He grabbed Roxie’s robe, wrapped it around her and lifted her before she could put too much weight on the injured ankle.

"Zac, I can walk."

"You’re shaking."

Roxie stared at him. "I just came twice."

His grin started.

"Do not."

Zac wisely kept his mouth shut and carried her into the bedroom.

The phone had stopped ringing by then.

Then it started again.

Karen.

Roxie’s chest tightened.

Zac lowered her onto the edge of the bed and grabbed the phone from beside her clothes. Roxie answered immediately.

"What happened?"

Karen skipped any greeting. "You need to come back."

Roxie sat straighter while Zac crouched in front of her, already watching her face. "Is Angela okay?"

"She’s here."

"Then what happened?"

Karen went quiet long enough that Roxie tightened her grip around the phone.

"Karen."

"Caleb came home last night."

Roxie frowned. "What?"

"His family came back last night."

Roxie looked at Zac. "What do you mean?"

"I mean Caleb has been home since last night, Roxie."

Her stomach dropped.

"Does Angela know?"

Karen lowered her voice. "She does now."

Roxie immediately reached for her clothes.

Karen continued before she could say anything. "He’s been home since last night, Roxie, and he still hasn’t called Angela."