I had to hide my amusement as Zac struggled frantically with all the buttons and hooks and zippers on my clothes. I probably should've helped him out, but I didn't lift a finger. I was enjoying myself too much. When everything was finally undone, Zac yanked at my school shirt and skirt and bra, sending every article of clothing flying in a different direction. I was surprised he didn't rip anything.

"Why are girl's clothes so complicated?" he grumbled.

I pecked him on the cheek and grinned. "Poor baby. You'll get better at this. You just need more practice."

This seemed to cheer him up. He pressed his forehead against mine and grinned in response. "Oh, I definitely need a lot more practice!"

I chuckled and nestled myself comfortably beneath him, reveling in the weight of his larger body over me. His skin burned hot against my bare breasts. I groaned in approval as he shifted down to take my nipple into his mouth, rolling and swirling his pierced tongue around the hardening bud over and over again. I hooked a leg around his waist to draw him in. His hips lunged between my thighs as he pushed his cock against my panties. The thin fabric of our underwear acted as the only barrier between the overwhelming need to get as close to one another as possible.

"Fuck," he cursed breathlessly. "I have condoms, but... you're not on the pill yet, are you?"

"I just started taking them two days ago." I gasped softly as he started leaving a trail of kisses and hickeys around my breasts. Words kept escaping me. "It takes... a week for them... to kick in."

His cheek was resting on my lower belly now. Zac's thumb toyed with the elastic on my lacy white panties. He stared at me intently. "Are you... okay... if we only use a condom?"

I shook my head. "Let's wait to be super safe. I don't wanna take any chances. Babies terrify me."

"Got it." He licked his lips in anticipation. "How, uh... far do you wanna go today then?"

I ran my fingers through his hair and smiled. "No sex... yet... but everything else is fair game."

He sucked in a breath. "Is that so?"

Zac grinned and immediately started pulling off my underwear. The lacy scrap of fabric slipped off my legs and disappeared as he tossed it aside without a second thought. He placed his palms on either side of my thighs. Slowly, he spread me open. Zac gaped at the sight of my nakedness. His nostrils flared as his mouth fell open. My cheeks burned in embarrassment. I snapped my legs shut.

"Wait! What did I do wrong?" Zac asked anxiously. "I thought you said I could do whatever I wanted!"

"Don't stare at it like that!" I mumbled. "It's... embarrassing."

Without another word, he pulled off his boxer briefs. His cock sprang out. My eyes widened at his size. I tried to mask my surprise, but my man was definitely larger than the vibrator in my drawer. I felt turned on and ridiculously awkward at the same time.

"There! Now we're even," Zac said as he shamelessly put himself on display. He placed his hands on my knees. "I promise I won't stare at it. I just wanna take another peek. Is that okay?"

I nodded shyly. Slowly, I let my legs fall open once more. Zac sucked in another breath. His pupils nearly doubled in size. "Can I kiss it?"

Desire and uncertainty shot through me. I had never let a guy go down on me before. "What? Are you sure?"

Zac was already lowering his head between my legs. "Hell, yeah."

He kissed my inner thigh. I closed my eyes and forced myself to relax. So far, so good. The first brush of his lips along my folds melted my senses. I breathed out a soft moan. His tongue began to explore. The rounded metal from his piercing glided pleasurably against my delicate flesh. Everything was fucking perfect until—I felt teeth. I yelped, not in a good way, as Zac grazed my most sensitive area in a most insensitive way.

I propped myself up and glared down at him. "Dude! What are you doing?"

Zac glanced up guiltily. "No? But you liked it earlier when I did it to your boobs."

"Yeah, I know," I said with an eye roll. "A girl's clit and nipples are very, very different, though."

Zac gave me a sheepish smile. "Ah, noted. Sorry about that."

He began to scoot away from me with a smirk. "Why don't you show me what you like then? I wanna see. More importantly, I wanna learn."

My face flushed. "What? You mean..."

Zac settled back into a half-sitting, half-kneeling position. His hand wrapped around his cock. He gave it a firm tug. "I'll show you what I like if you show me what you like."

Zac's hand began to slide up and down around his thick length. The steady strokes mesmerized me. We weren't even touching, but every inch of my body felt like it was on fire. Almost instinctively, my hand crept down my belly, over my mound, and then dipped into my core. With only two fingers, I circled and rubbed against my clit. Lightly, teasingly, the way I liked it.

I watched Zac's reaction through half-lidded eyes. We were both panting erratically now. His hand gripped his cock tighter, jerking faster. The rippling muscles in his shoulders and arms and abs were taut with tension. His amber gaze was completely focused on what I was doing. His eyes followed me almost obsessively. He seemed to be processing every motion, every sigh, every flick and flutter of my fingers.

Pleasure coiled through me in rising and falling tides. I closed my eyes and writhed against the sheets. The ever-growing promise of release felt far more potent with Zac as my audience. I never thought of myself as voyeuristic, but something about this whole kinky scenario was pushing me over the edge.

I gasped loudly. My toes curled. I was more than halfway there. This caught me off guard. It usually took forever for me to unwind and come, even with the help of my trusty little vibe, but Zac's mere presence seemed to intensify every nerve ending inside me. The fact that he was putting on one hell of a show barely two feet away made me so fucking wet. My fingers slid in and out of my slick heat in a passionate blur.

"Oh, God, baby," Zac rasped hoarsely. "You look insanely hot right now. I wanna finish you off so bad!"

"Then, why don't you?" I challenged him in a breathless voice.

Zac moved so fast I barely had time to register his mouth on me as his lips and tongue started working their magic all over my wetness. Kissing, sucking, licking, teasing. Firmly, lightly. No pain this time. Just pure unadulterated pleasure.

Fuck, my man was a fast learner. My fingers dug into his scalp as I whimpered with need. His arms wrapped around my thighs to pull me closer. As his tongue turned me into a hot glowing mess of a girl, his fingers found my opening and slid inside with ease. They began to pump in and out with controlled, rhythmic motions. The combination of his mouth and tongue and fingers was absolutely mind-blowing. Fucking hell, I was close.

"A little higher. Yeah, right there, baby, that's perfect," I whispered desperately.

Zac did exactly as he was told, and I saw stars. The orgasm took me by surprise. It barreled through all at once like an avalanche of sensory overload. My hips took on a life of their own, bucking and twisting away from Zac—no, closer to him—as I cried out in ecstasy. My entire body shuddered as another wave of bliss rolled through me. Zac moved up and held me through the afterglow.

Once I floated back down to earth, my hand drifted between Zac's legs and grasped his cock. It was throbbing with need. He groaned with excitement as I slid my hand down his rock hard flesh and back up again. I couldn't get a good hold around his entire girth, but I tried to pleasure him in the same way he had shown me earlier. I kept my rhythm steady, my grip firm, and alternated between a series of faster strokes followed by two or three agonizingly slow pumps.

Zac started grunting and moaning up a storm. It seemed I was doing alright for my first try. Within a minute or two, Zac was coming. His eyes squeezed shut as his body strained and rocked against mine. Then, he fell limp beside me. A satisfied smile rested on his lips. I leaned over him to grab some tissues. I started wiping both of us clean.

"Ah, shit," he murmured sleepily. "I made a mess."

"It's okay," I replied with a mischievous gleam in my eyes. "We can try other stuff next time that won't make as much of a mess."

Zac's eyes remained closed, but his smile broadened significantly. "See, baby, this is why I love you."

"Do you, now?" I asked wryly.

Despite my outward composure, my heart was thumping away inside my chest with happiness. I willed it to chill the fuck out. I knew Zac was only mumbling nonsense and sweet nothings due his post-orgasmic haze, but I hadn't realized how deeply the L-word would affect me until it tumbled out of Zac's mouth.

His golden eyes popped open in alarm. "Oh, fuck. Did I just say that out loud? What I meant was—"

"It's fine," I insisted. "You don't have to explain anything. I get it. You were just feeling super relaxed, and I'm sure you didn't mean for it to slip out..."

Zac paused. He frowned. "No, that's not what happened..."

"Let's just drop it," I offered again.

He gave me a funny look. "If I actually said something like that to you in all seriousness, would it freak you out?"

Why wouldn't he just take the free pass and leave it be?

I glared back at him. "Yes! Keep that shit to yourself! We barely started dating."

Zac's frown deepened into a scowl. He looked rather annoyed. "Why are you always on the defensive? Even with me? Especially after everything we just did? No wonder Nat and Amari are pissed at you. Every time one of us manages to climb over your walls, you build a higher one to keep us out!"

My eyebrows shot up. The color red began to cloud my vision. "Excuse me?"

Just because my boyfriend had given me one of the best orgasms in my life didn't mean I wouldn't slap him silly for being an overstepping asshole. I never asked Zac for his input about Nat or Amari. He didn't know anything about what was going on between the three of us. I was thoroughly peeved at him for trying to shove his way into my business.

"I don't know why you keep lying to yourself like this," Zac pressed on. "You care about them. They care about you. Just bite the bullet, and be honest with your friends for once."

I glared at him. There was no fear or remorse whatsoever on his stupid handsome face for poking the she-bear. I was that fucking she-bear. The idiot tried to snake an arm around my waist. I slapped it away. He must have a death wish.

"Don't touch me!"

He rolled his eyes as though I was the one being unreasonable.

"They don't want to talk to me," I said grudgingly.

"Then, make them," he fired back.

I scoffed and tried to leave. Zac pulled me back. After some wrestling and tussling on the bed, Zac managed to roll me between his arms, caging me beneath his chest. I shoved at him to no avail.

He gave me a kiss on the nose. "Quit bullshitting me. And quit bullshitting yourself. I believe in you, babygirl. You can do anything you set your mind to."

I snorted and grunted like an angry animal and proceeded to give Zac the silent treatment for an hour. Even though I was no longer upset with him. I was more upset at myself now. My thoughts brimmed with Nat and Amari. Zac had cracked open a sliver of hope inside my heart. The possibility of getting my friends back made me want to cry all over again. I wanted it so bad.