Page 37 of Blackout

Zach kissed me, deeply, making my head spin. Then he teasingly moved his lips down my body from my head to my dragonfly tattoo. I shivered all over and felt my sex juice start to flow. I loved the way he made me feel, aching with desire.

He reached past me into his bedside table for a condom, and as he leaned back to peel off his briefs, I reached my hand out and took the foil pack from Zach’s hand. I tore it open and as soon as his cock had sprung free, I moved to sheath his hardness. Zach gasped as my fingers lingered, and I couldn’t help but feel him. My hand wrapped around his length and moved once up and down before Zach placed his hand over mine to stop me.

‘Your hand feels amazing, and you’ll get your chance to play, but today it’s my turn.’ Zach’s voice had gone hoarse. He was losing his control, and I liked that I had that effect on him. I wanted to be the only woman who could bring this man to his knees.

Zach then pushed me down until I was flat on my back and pushed inside me in one fluid motion. Once inside, he stopped. My arms moved around Zach’s neck, and I pulled him towards me, his neck to my lips as I nipped, sucked and licked his sun-kissed skin.

‘Harley.’ My name rolling off Zach’s tongue was meant to warn me. I took my lips away from his skin, but I couldn’t help but flick out my tongue and let it dance on the skin of Zach’s neck. The movement of my tongue made his hips move and more air leave my lungs. My pussy pulsated a little more intensely now Zach was inside me than when only his lips touched my skin.

I moaned as I moved my hands past Zach’s neck to curl my fingers through the ends of his hair. ‘Please don’t stop.’ I tightened my grip on Zach’s hair.

He reached down to kiss the tip of my nose and moved his hips once more. I felt him throb inside of me. He hadn’t once moved out of me to plough back in. But at the smile on my lips, Zach was no longer motionless. His movement was so perfect, and I thought to myself, Was this what it was like to make love?

Zach’s steady rhythm filled me, and the pleasure inside me built further until it had nowhere else to go but explode. That was when I felt his thumb on my clit, his fingers splayed across my lower abdomen. His thumb moved in a gentle circular motion.

‘Come for me, babe,’ Zach said as he felt my sex muscles tighten around him. He growled and I automatically let go of my hold on his hair. But my arms stayed wrapped around his body as he let out a few quick breaths that let me know his climax was close.

My breath came in quick pants just like Zach’s, and as my body started to shake, I closed my eyes. I had come so hard there were white flashes under my eyelids.

Zach groaned once, placed his lips on mine, a quick kiss, and my eyes flew open. I watched him as he came undone and released his seed, pulsing inside of me. I stared as the man whose body covered mine became even more beautiful.

Zach moved off the bed to take care of his condom. A moment later, he was back sitting next to me with breakfast. When breakfast was gone, I turned on my side, laid my head on Zach’s shoulder and traced my fingers along the edge of Zach’s armoured tattoo. Now I was up close and personal with Zach and his tattoo, I could see the intricate details inside the armour that I hadn’t seen earlier. My fingers danced along Zach’s skin, and I moved them closer to the inked fob watch, where time had stopped, then over the broken hourglass where the sand was falling out.

‘Will you ever tell me about your tattoo?’

‘One day.’ I heard before I closed my eyes and relaxed further into him.

Nineteen

The sound of an acoustic guitar woke me from the early afternoon nap I seemed to have taken. I listened for a couple of minutes before I realised it wasn’t the radio that was playing. More strums from the guitar told me they came from close by, and I smiled as I listened to the music. I pushed the covers back and searched for my robe then quietly opened Zach’s bedroom door, wanting to take in the man before me without him knowing.

Moving to the end of Zach’s small hall, I leaned up against the wall and watched. Zach had seated himself on the lounge, and the top part of his body was naked. I wondered if the rest of him was too, but I doubted it. The strum from the guitar didn’t seem so distant now I stood a little closer. As I continued to watch, Zach shoulders tensed and he rolled his head from side to side, then let his chin rest on his chest.

Something wasn’t right. The song he played didn’t come out the way he wanted it to, and Zach just couldn’t make his vocals fit to the cords of the song. It was then I realised the song he wanted to master was one from my phone’s playlist, one of my favourite songs – Jason Aldean’s ‘My Kinda Party’.

Zach stopped, and the room was silent. Just when I thought he was about to turn around and catch me as I checked him out, he leaned over and wrote something down, then took a deep breath, dropped the vocals and played my song from start to finish on his guitar. The music was perfect, and on the second run-through Zach added his vocals back in. This time his voice was much smoother. It still wasn’t perfect, but I knew he would always try to make it perfect.

‘Hey,’ Zach smiled as he saw me lean against his hallway wall. ‘Did I wake you?’ He put down his guitar and stood in only his black boxer briefs, looking me up and down.

I shook my head and revelled in the intensity of Zach’s stare, unable to find the words to speak.

Zach moved towards me, wrapped me in his arms and placed a kiss on my lips as he reached me. His touch was gentle, just like every other touch he had given me, and it made me all warm and gooey inside.

‘Your song needs a second guitar,’ I said when Zach’s lips had left mine.

‘Maybe.’ Zach walked me backwards into his bedroom.

Maybe I was right, or maybe I had no idea. It was one of my favourite songs, so you would think I’d know how it should sound.

‘Have you finished your practice session?’ I asked as we crossed the threshold into Zach’s room. His attention had moved from his music to me.

‘Babe, when you’re awake, you get all of my attention, so for now, practice is over. And now that you’re awake, I want to go out.’

Zach walked me straight into his shower and turned the water on. I squealed at the cold spray as it soaked through my robe. There was nowhere else to go as Zach had boxed me into the shower. I had no choice but to wait until the water warmed. I pushed my robe from my skin, where it puddled on the floor. I lathered face wash and shower gel to cleanse my skin all while Zach watched on. He didn’t join me. Had he showered while I napped?

When I was satisfied I was clean enough, I turned off the shower and towelled off. Both Zach and I dressed warmly, as you could never put on enough warm clothes for Melbourne’s weather. My hair was tamed as I ran my brush through it and styled it into a braid. By the time I was ready, I was caught off guard once again by what hung on Zach’s bedroom wall. My necklace.

‘You should wear it.’ Zach reached over my shoulder, picked up my necklace and a moment later it hung around my neck. My hand immediately touched the metal on my skin, and I clutched it in gratitude.