Consumed: A MMA Sports Romance (49 page)

“That sounds about right,” Zack said,
reaching out and taking my hands in his. I hadn’t realized how much they were
shaking until I had Zack’s firm, warm grip.

“But then I got to thinking that he must
have thought I was a distraction, and that things could really easily get to be
really serious between us, and I don’t want to be a distraction to you—I just
panicked.” Zack nodded. “I didn’t know how to tell you why—or what was going
on. So I just sort of…” I shrugged.

“You could have told me, you know,” Zack
said gently.

I nodded. “Well yeah, I figured that out,
but I sort of wasn’t thinking rationally, you know?”

Zack grinned. “So that explains you
totally freezing me out at the game the other day.”

“I suppose, yeah. I just…I’m really sorry,
Zack. Jess has already explained to me how much of an idiot I am.”

Zack shook his head, smiling still. “Man.
I—I shouldn’t admit this to you, but I was a total mess that night because I
just couldn’t get you out of my head. I kept wondering if you were watching,
and I didn’t know if I wanted you to be watching or not.”

I laughed slightly. “You’re mental, you
know.” I leaned in and kissed him lightly on the lips.

Zack wrapped his arms around my waist and
deepened the kiss, pressing my body close to his. In spite of the alcohol I’d
consumed that night, I didn’t start to really feel drunk until Zack and I began
to kiss. I could smell the scent of his cologne and soap, the softer smell of
his skin, the undercurrent of his sweat. The music swirled around me,
penetrating even into the room—muted, but still present. Through the floor I
heard a loud cheer, but I didn’t care what the cause was.

Zack broke away from my lips after a long
moment; my heart was pounding in my chest. I had only come to apologize and
explain, but in a matter of only a few heartbeats, just being around Zack and
feeling his body pressed to mine had awakened the bone-deep hunger I’d been
trying to ignore for days.

“Why were you up here, and not at the
party?” I asked him breathlessly, that one aspect of the evening sticking in my
head. “I’ve been looking for you for like an hour.”

Zack shook his head. “You could’ve just
texted and asked what I was up to, you know.”

I rolled my eyes. “And that would have
ruined the whole point of coming here. That’s not an answer to my question, you
know.”

Zack kissed my temple, and then my cheek,
and finally my lips, probing my mouth with his tongue hungrily until I was
breathless again.

“What can I say?” he said, pulling away
from my lips just slightly. “I didn’t really feel like partying. I just haven’t
had the energy for much of anything since you dropped off the radar.”

I kissed him once more, letting my hands
trail over his broad shoulders, down along the lines and planes of his back.

“How can I make it up to you?” I asked
him, smiling playfully up into his eyes.

Zack raised his eyebrows and kissed my
forehead. “Hold on a second.”

He let me go and turned to the door; I
watched as he grabbed a neck tie off of his headboard and opened the door. He
hung the tie on the knob and closed it once more, not quite sealing out the
noise from the rest of the frat house, but giving us once more some degree of
privacy. He locked the door for good measure and turned to look at me.

“I think you know pretty well how you can
make it up to me.”

He closed the distance between us once
more, wrapping his arms around me and lifting me up onto the bed, pressing me
against it as he climbed up to join me.

Zack’s weight against my body felt so
good—even with clothes on—that for a long moment all I could do was lie there,
holding him close, batting my tongue against his and writhing underneath him,
loving the contact, loving the simple act of kissing him, of making out once
more. I hadn’t let myself realize how much I had come to treasure just the
feeling of physical closeness to Zack—how good it felt just to be in his arms,
just to taste his lips and feel the slight rasping of his stubble against my
skin, the way he touched me just so. I was trembling from head to toe, shaking
almost uncontrollably unless I held him very tightly. I felt as if I was
alternately burning and freezing as the kiss went deeper and deeper, as every
nerve ending in my body came awake.

Zack’s hands moved along the curves of my
body slowly, mapping out every inch of my topography, tracing me everywhere
while I moaned softly against his lips. I felt my pussy getting wet, felt my
heart racing and my body tingling under the onslaught of sensation. It was too
much—it wasn’t enough. I pulled back, needing just a moment to catch my breath
and to find something to hold onto in the face of so much incredible sensation.

“God I’ve missed you,” Zack said, his
voice only a little above a murmur.

He tilted my head to the side and brought
his lips against my neck, kissing and nipping, lapping at my sensitive skin,
lavishing attention down along the column of my throat and then back up. His
hands were slipping up underneath my blouse, touching my bare skin, tickling my
ribs and caressing my waist.

I ducked my head to the side and nibbled
sharply at Zack’s neck, smiling to myself when I heard him groan, tensing
against me. His hips rocked against mine; the skirt was too tight for him to
shift down between my legs, but I could feel the hard ridge of his cock
pressing against me nonetheless, digging into my hip. I took advantage of his
temporary distraction and launched myself upward, twisting and throwing Zack
off of me. I tumbled him onto the bed next to me and climbed onto him, smiling
down at him with self-satisfied victory. Zack laughed out loud breathlessly,
shaking his head, his dark eyes almost black with lust and glinting with
amusement. “I thought you were supposed to be making it up to me,” he said,
looking at me with challenge in his gaze.

“I am,” I said, straddling his hips. The
skirt rolled up along my legs, barely covering anything anymore, and Zack
glided his hands along my thighs, tickling and caressing me teasingly. I
reached out and grabbed at the hem of his tee shirt, tugging it upward. “I
mean, do you have a better idea than me going down on you? Because I’m all
ears.”

Zack laughed again, pulling my blouse up
and over my head. He tossed it across the room, sitting up slightly and
throwing his arms up over his head to help me get his own shirt off of him.

“Okay—I’ll give you that. But I have a lot
of ideas. This is just a start—you really owe me, after all.”

I rolled my eyes, smiling to myself. I
shifted on top of Zack, moving my hips down to his thighs, and leaned down to
kiss him on the lips hungrily. Zack crushed me against him, his hands moving
over my back, touching me seemingly everywhere at once until I was almost
distracted from the task I had in mind. I broke away from his lips, panting
slightly with desire, and began to kiss a trail down along the line of his
neck, over his collar bones. I took my time kissing his chest, nuzzling against
the soft velvet skin with nearly no hair on it, listening to his pounding heart
as I made my way slowly but inevitably downward. Zack let out a low groan when
I nipped playfully against his abs, looking up to smirk at him. As I came
nearer and nearer to my objective, I shifted down along his body, settling my
weight just above his knees. I reached down and unbuttoned and unzipped his
jeans, revealing his boxer-briefs to my hungry, eager gaze.

I hooked my fingers in his jeans and
tugged them down, over his hips; Zack arched up off of the bed, helping me. I
got the thick fabric down to his knees and Zack kicked his pants the rest of
the way off, lying there on the bed looking up at me with nothing but desire in
his eyes. I pulled his underwear off next, grinning with unabashed delight at
the sight of his hard, thick cock rising up proudly erect, freed from the
confines of his clothes. I wasn’t even fully aware of what happened to Zack’s
underwear; they seemed to disappear without a trace in an instant. The next
moment I was straddling him, wrapping my hand around the base of his cock. I
leaned in and brought my lips to just barely kiss the tip of him, looking up
into his half-lidded eyes as I pumped him slowly but steadily. I finally
wrapped my lips around the head of his erection, sucking and licking almost
immediately, tasting the sharp bitter-salt of his precum beginning to flow.

Gradually, I took more and more of him
into my mouth, bringing my lips to meet my fingers, moving my head slowly up
and down as I worshipped him with my tongue, swirling it around the tip,
pressing the tip in a long line along the underside, wrapping the slick muscle
around him as I sucked harder and softer. I rubbed the base of his cock with my
fingers, stroking him steadily in time with the bobbing of my head, bringing my
fingers up to meet my lips and my lips down to meet my fingers. Zack reached
out and somehow found the elastic holding my hair in the messy bun; he pulled
carefully and my hair came tumbling down about my face and shoulders.

Zack’s fingertips brushed against my
scalp, his hand tightening its grip as he became more and more turned on by
what I was doing to him. I settled my weight on my legs, closing my eyes so I
wouldn’t get dizzy as I gradually picked up my pace. I was able to take him
into my mouth almost all the way—keeping my fingers wrapped around the base of
his cock and plunging my mouth down onto him until my throat began to tickle
with the beginnings of my gag reflex and then pulling back. I breathed through
my nose, trying to dispel the reaction, trying to take him as much as I
possibly could, wanting Zack to know how sorry I was, how much I wanted him,
how deep my desire for him was. If I could make him come—as I had the last time
we’d had sex—I could feel as though I was absolved of my shitty handling of the
situation. Logically it made no sense, but in the buzzing hum of my deep
arousal I couldn’t think of anything else I wanted.

I became utterly focused on Zack and
giving him pleasure, barely even hearing the noise of the ongoing party, barely
aware of the music pounding into the room through the walls. I could hear Zack
moaning, feel his fingers tangling and tightening in my hair, feel his body
tensing underneath me as his cock began to jerk and twitch between my lips. His
hips moved in an instinctive rhythm, thrusting up to meet my mouth, but he
was—even in the midst of his arousal—careful not to choke me. I heard my name
on Zack’s lips over and over again even as my mouth filled with the taste of
his salty-sharp precum, flowing more and more freely, coating my tongue. I
reached down between Zack’s legs and cupped his balls carefully in my hand,
jiggling them slightly, playing with them while I worked him with my mouth.
Zack groaned out and I felt a hot spurt of his precum shoot alarmingly—and
almost laughed. I suppressed the reflex and continued my worship, giving his
balls a gentle squeeze, rubbing them carefully even as I bobbed my head faster
and faster, swirling my tongue everywhere it could reach.

I felt the tension come over Zack’s body
all at once; every muscle clenched and he let out a long, low moan, shuddering
for just an instant. I backed off slightly, letting the first hot, sticky-slick
spurt of his come shoot into my mouth before I continued sucking and licking,
swallowing each burst of bitter-salt fluid that jolted out of him. After a few
moments, Zack collapsed against the mattress, his grip on my hair easing, his
body shuddering slightly as his cock began to soften. I swallowed the last of
him and pulled back, letting him fall from my lips slick with saliva.

Zack’s eyes were open already as I sat up,
smiling like the cat who’d finally gotten the canary, satisfied with myself
beyond belief and incredibly turned on. “I cannot believe how good you are at that,”
Zack said, shaking his head with a hazy grin.

“Well I was pretty motivated this time,” I
said, slithering up along his body and kissing him on the lips. Zack plunged
his tongue past my lips, tasting himself, crushing me against him with more
strength than I thought he’d possess after such a climax.

“My turn,” he murmured lowly.

He sat up, pulling me around and up along
the length of his body. Instead of stripping me down, he pulled my skirt all
the way up over my hips, hooking his fingers in the waistband of my panties and
tugging them down. I was already soaking wet—incredibly turned on by what I had
just done to him, beyond belief. Zack nibbled at the sensitive skin just below
my navel and nuzzled against my hip as he worked my panties down my legs. I
shifted on top of him, somehow managing to contort myself enough to get my
underwear off and cast it aside.

Zack spread my legs wide, lifting me up
slightly with his strong arms. I cried out as he buried his face against my
pussy, nuzzling my labia as his tongue slid up and down, working its way deeper
and deeper between my folds. He held me in the position he wanted me in, my
legs barely in contact with the bed, my balance entirely dependent on his
strength as he teased my inner labia with the tip of his tongue, flicking it
along the sensitive flesh until I was moaning and twisting, struggling to find
leverage. He slid his tongue deep inside of me, past the meager resistance of
my inner walls, plunging it as firmly into me as he possibly could while he
held me in position. In a matter of moments I was moaning, reaching out blindly
for something to hold onto, shaking with the need for more.