Chapter 411 - You Started It (R)

Chapter 411: Chapter 411 - You Started It (R)

Roxie kept her arms locked around Zac’s waist, cheek pressed to the middle of his back while he washed another pan. The kitchen still smelled like the food he had just cooked, garlic and oil and the seasoning he always used, but underneath it was him. Clean soap. The faint trace of laundry detergent on his shirt. Warm skin.

She breathed in deeper and let her eyes close for a second.

"You’re so petty," she murmured against the fabric.

Zac’s hands paused under the running water. "For what?"

"Getting jealous." She tightened her hold, fingers curling into the soft cotton at his sides. "Ethan slept on a couch."

He shut the water off and reached for the towel hanging from the oven handle. He dried his hands slowly, but he didn’t try to step away from her. "You know I get jealous about him."

"I know. I’m sorry for letting him sleep there." Roxie tipped her head and pressed her nose against the middle of his back, right between his shoulder blades. "You smell good."

Zac let out a quiet laugh that vibrated through his chest into her cheek. "You like smelling me."

"You smell good," she repeated, voice lower. Her hands slid down from his waist. Palms skimmed the front of his thighs, feeling the hard muscle jump under the denim. She dragged her fingers higher, slower, until they rested just below the crease of his hips.

Zac froze.

The memory hit her without warning, standing at this same sink only days ago, water still running, his cock thick and relentless inside her while dishes rattled and her eyes rolled back. The way he had bent her over the counter and fucked her until her knees nearly gave out.

The way she had moaned into the sink and cursed him for not waiting. Heat flooded her stomach so fast her fingers tightened on his legs.

She wanted that power back. Not because she was angry. Because watching him lose control had felt good, and she liked knowing she could do it to him too.

Zac’s whole body locked. She felt it through every point of contact, the sudden tension in his back, the way his breath stopped for half a second.

Roxie kept her cheek against him and dragged one hand higher until her palm rested over the growing bulge in his jeans.

He was already hard.

She pressed just enough to feel the thick shape of him, the way it twitched under the pressure of her hand.

"If you stay put," she said quietly, "and let me do what I want... I’ll let you do anything to me after."

Her fingers stroked the length of him through the denim while Zac’s breath left him in a rough sound.

"You’re doing this on purpose," he said, voice rough. "Payback for the last time."

Roxie smiled against his back. "Maybe."

"You’re evil."

"You started it."

She cupped him fully, palm dragging up the thick length before sliding lower to cradle his balls through the fabric. She rolled them gently. Zac’s breath stuttered. A low groan left him as his hips twitched forward into her touch.

Roxie had to bite back another laugh. He had been so pleased with himself the last time he interrupted her chores. Now he could barely finish washing one pan. She wondered how long he’d manage if she kept teasing him.

"Get back to it," she said softly.

He forced himself to move again. Water ran over the pan while she kept stroking him, the wet sound of the sink mixing with the quiet friction of her palm against denim. Roxie felt him thicken even more under her fingers. She squeezed once, then reached for the button of his jeans with her other hand.

Zac’s stomach tensed hard.

She popped the button free, dragged the zipper down carefully, and pushed the waistband of his jeans and boxers lower in one smooth motion. His cock sprang out heavy and flushed. In the kitchen light it looked almost pretty, smooth and thick with the same clean lines as the rest of him, except for the veins standing out along the shaft and the deep red of the swollen head. A bead of precum already sat at the tip, catching the light.

Roxie wrapped her fingers around him that didn’t quite meet. She stroked from base to tip, slow and firm, twisting her wrist on the upstroke and thumbing the wet head.

Zac’s head dropped forward. Another groan slipped out of him, low and strained.

She giggled against his back. "Who told you to stop? Keep washing."

They probably looked ridiculous. Her pressed to him from behind while he tried to finish the dishes, cock fully out and hard in her hand, but the sight of Zac forcing himself to keep washing while she jerked him off only made her hotter.

"Does it feel good?" she asked, voice soft.

He nodded hard, another rough sound catching in his throat as her fist slid down again, squeezing just under the head. His hips jerked. She felt his balls draw up slightly under her other hand.

"You’re not even pretending to wash anymore," she said.

"I can’t concentrate when you’re doing that."

"Try harder."

Roxie kept stroking him, fist tight and steady around the thick length.

Zac’s hands moved faster under the water now, scrubbing the pan with short, sharp motions that looked more like he was trying to finish before he lost it completely. His breathing had gone rough. Every time her thumb dragged over the wet head he hissed through his teeth.

She giggled at how fast he’s trying to finish washing.

He shut the faucet off hard, reached for the towel, and dried his hands in two quick, almost violent swipes.

The second his hands were free he grabbed the base of his cock, squeezing tight, holding himself back. His whole body locked. A strained groan left him as he fought the urge to come right there against the counter.

"Roxie—"

She didn’t stop. She stroked him once more, watching the way his hips jerked despite the tight grip he had on himself. The head of his cock was dark red now, shiny with precum. Another bead welled up and spilled over her thumb.

"I’m gonna come. Stop." He moaned.

She let him go, giggling. His throat bobbed and his muscles stiffen trying to stop himself from coming. "You can come, you know."

Zac turned so fast she barely had time to laugh. He shoved his jeans up, hooked his hands under her thighs in one motion, and lifted her. Roxie’s feet left the floor. She laughed harder, arms looping around his neck as he carried her straight out of the kitchen, cock still hard and flushed between them, the head leaving a damp trail against her stomach where her shirt had ridden up.

He didn’t put her down until they reached the bedroom.

Zac dropped her onto the mattress and stood over her for a second, chest rising and falling hard.

"Happy now?" he asked.

Roxie grinned up at him. "Very."

"You’ve been doing this on purpose."

"You figured that out already."

He shook his head, laughing despite himself. "You’re impossible."

"And you love me."

"Unfortunately, I do."

For a moment she was pleased with herself. Zac had spent the past few days reminding her how she had forgotten the dishes because of him, and now he had walked away from the sink because of her. She was going to remind him about that tomorrow.

"Did you finish the pan?" she asked.

Zac stared at her. "Seriously?"

"What? I just want to know."

"Roxie."

She laughed at the warning in his voice. He looked annoyed, but he was trying not to smile.

Before she could answer he was already pulling her shorts and underwear down her legs in one hard tug. Cool air hit her bare skin. She laughed, breathless, as he pushed her thighs apart and settled between them like he had been thinking about this all night.

"Is this what you want?" she asked, still smiling, propped on her elbows. She pulled her shirt and bra off.

He didn’t answer with words. He just lowered his mouth and licked a slow, flat stripe through her folds. Roxie’s laugh broke into a sharp inhale.

His tongue dragged up again, slower this time, then focused on her clit, circling it with wet pressure. One of his hands pinned her hip down while the other held her open, thumbs spreading her so he could see everything.

She was already soaked from the kitchen. Every pass of his tongue made her thighs tremble. He sucked her clit between his lips and flicked it hard with the tip of his tongue, and Roxie’s head dropped back against the pillows with a broken moan.

Her fingers twisted in the sheets.

"Zac, fuck...."

He kept going, relentless and hungry, licking and sucking like he was starving for the taste of her. The wet sounds filled the quiet room. Her hips started lifting off the bed despite his hold.

The orgasm built fast and sharp, coiling tight in her stomach until it snapped.

"I’m coming." She screeched, hand gripping his hair tight.

She came with a loud cry, thighs shaking around his head while he licked her through it, not stopping until she was twitching and trying to push him away with weak hands.

Only then did he pull back.

Roxie took a moment to catch her breath and looked at him. He seemed ridiculously proud of himself.

"Stop looking so pleased," she told him.

"I haven’t said anything."

"You were going to."

He laughed, and she reached out to touch his cheek. For all the arguing they did, moments like this were becoming her favorite part of living together. She could say whatever came into her head, and Zac usually had something just as annoying to say back.

Zac sat up, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and looked at her. His eyes dropped to her mouth. He leaned in and kissed her hard, letting her taste herself on his tongue, salty and musky and unmistakably her.

When he pulled away he dragged two fingers across her lower lip, slow, then settled his other hand firmly at the back of her nape, fingers sliding into her hair.

"I want your mouth."

Roxie froze, staring up into his eyes. The last time she had done this he had lost control completely, rough and almost desperate, holding her head in place while he fucked her throat until her eyes watered and spit ran down her chin.

Heat still flickered low in her stomach at the memory, mixed with a nervous flutter.

Zac’s hand loosened slightly at the back of her neck. He studied her face.

"It’s alright," he said, his face reddening. So he remembered that night too. "We don’t have to."

Roxie tipped her chin up with a grin. "Look at you. Being patient."

"I’m trying not to be a complete asshole."

"Hmm... let me think about it." She reached for the waistband of his jeans and tugged him closer. The head is red, peeking from the opened waistband. It twitched as her gaze lingered on it. "I want to."

Roxie slid down the bed and settled between his knees. Zac was already so hard the thick length of him stood heavy against his stomach, the head flushed dark and wet. She wrapped both hands around the base.

She leaned in, licking the underside before taking just the head into her mouth.

Even that stretched her lips wide.

She worked him deeper in careful inches, tongue pressing against the thick vein on the bottom, one hand stroking what she couldn’t fit. The weight of him on her tongue was overwhelming. Zac’s hand stayed firm at the back of her nape.

His breathing turned rough almost immediately. Every time she hollowed her cheeks and took another inch he groaned, hips twitching like he was fighting the urge to thrust.

"Fuck, Roxie..." he groaned, his head tipping back. His whole face was red.

Since that last time, Zac hadn’t asked her again. Roxie had thought about bringing it up herself, but she needed time to build her confidence. She was glad he had given her that time.

Roxie kept going, eyes watering when the head nudged the back of her throat. She pulled off with a wet sound, strings of spit connecting her lips to his cock, then stroked him hard and fast with both fists before taking him back in as deep as she could.

Saliva ran down her chin and dripped onto her chest. Zac’s thighs tensed under her free hand. His fingers tightened in her hair.

"Fuck, Roxie—"

His grip tightened harder.

She felt him swell against her tongue a second before he yanked her back by the hair. Thick ropes of cum shot across her chest in heavy pulses, striping her collarbones and the soft curve of her breasts.

Zac stroked himself through it, still spilling, until the last weak pulse landed just above her nipple. The warmth of it slid slowly down her skin.

He stared down at her for a long second, chest heaving, eyes dark. Then he hauled her up the bed and kissed her like he was starving, deep and messy, tasting himself on her tongue and not caring.

He pushed her onto her back and sank into her in one long, steady thrust. The stretch was still intense, he was so big her body had to yield around him every time, but the burn melted almost instantly into pure heat.

Roxie moaned into his mouth as he bottomed out.

He fucked her slow at first while watching her face the whole time. Then the pace picked up. The wet sound of him driving into her filled the room. Her legs wrapped around his waist. Her nails dug into his shoulders.

Afterward, he went to the bathroom for a glass of water. He made her drink half of it before climbing back into bed. They rested for a while with her head on his chest, his fingers tracing slow circles on her bare hip. Roxie listened to his breathing settle and thought about how quickly their apartment was starting to feel like home. She liked having him close, even when he was being annoying.

She giggled and nudged his shoulder. "You’re insatiable. You have to get up early tomorrow."

He gave her a look. "What can I say? I really missed you."

"Bullshit, it’s only been two days."

"Two long days," he said.

She rolled her eyes. "You sound ridiculous."

"You still missed me."

"I was enjoying the quiet."

He laughed, and she could feel herself smiling too.

He slipped his hand around her waist and eased her onto her side. His hand cupped and teased her nipple. "It’s torture."

She shivered and pressed closer to him. His lips went to the side of her neck and licked, sucked.

She felt him move against her back and shifted closer.

He pulled her leg on top of his and she moaned as she felt his head rest on her entrance.

She reached for him, and they moved together again.

He turned her onto her stomach, and she reached for the pillow. He took her from behind until her arms gave out and she collapsed into the mattress with her face turned to the side, moaning with every thrust.

When her legs started shaking he turned her again, lifted one of her knees high against his chest, and drove even deeper.

Roxie’s eyes rolled back.

She came a third time, clenching hard around him, and Zac groaned like it hurt him not to follow her over.

His hand gripped her hips tight as his hips snapped hard against her.

Roxie was growing tired and her arms felt heavy. She turned her head toward him and touched his wrist. He noticed immediately.

"Zac, I need a minute."

"Okay." His voice softened.

He finally slowed when her body went completely limp beneath him. He stayed buried deep, forehead pressed to hers, breathing hard.

Roxie managed one weak, exhausted smile.

"Anything," she whispered, voice hoarse.

Zac looked at her for a moment. "You’re exhausted."

"Whose fault is that?"

He smiled. "You started it."

Roxie closed her eyes, smiling despite herself. "And you still owe me for the dishes."

"I finished them."

"Eventually."

Zac kissed her softly and pulled the sheet over them.

"What time is your alarm?" she asked.

"Early."

"That’s what I thought."

He reached for her hand and turned off the bedside lamp. Roxie settled beside him, already imagining how annoyed he would be when the alarm rang.