It's short, dirty and to the point...yeah I said dirty! LMAO
Zack Merrick burst through the front door of his home, he'd had a rough few weeks on the road and all he wanted to do was get home. Knowing you are waiting makes it that much more urgent, you'd have just the right idea of how to help him relieve his tension and anger.
Hearing you in the kitchen, Zack throws his bags down and kicks his shoes off. Walking through the living room, ripping his shirt off; tossing it over his shoulder not caring where it landed. Next he goes his belt, shimmying out of his jeans leaving his body clad only in his boxers. Stepping out of his pants, he rounds the corner into the kitchen.
When he spots you bent over a cook book, wearing a pair of his sweat pants and an old t-shirt, your hair pulled up out of your face Zack frowns. This isn't what he has been expecting to come home and find and since when did you of all people bake?
Looking up to see him, you give him a friendly smile. A little baffled as to why he is half naked. Oh god, if this was some band prank you know three dead band mates.
"Hey sexy, you're home early..." you giggle "...and half naked. What's up?"
"I swear to fuck; I'm going to kill Matt Flyzik." Zack grits his teeth
"Baby, you can't do that. What would I do, with you in jail?" You question, your brow arched
"Don't know, don't care. It'd be fucking worth it. He's such an asshole at times." Zack growls, his arms snaking around your waist. "What are you doing?"
"Baking a German chocolate cake."
"At this hour?" Zack glances at the clock. So it's only a little after 10:00 PM
Biting your lip, feeling his erection pressing into your back, you let go of the spatula and wrap your arms over his. It was obvious, to see from Zack's lack of clothing that he had been expecting something more when he'd walked through the door, in his pissed off mood. Squirming in his arms, you smile to yourself, feeling his arousal growing stiffer.
"Fuck the cake." Zack hisses, spinning you around, his lips connecting with yours.
Wrapping your arms around Zack's neck, you deepened the searing kiss. As your tongues melt together, both fighting for space and dominance, you moan. Rubbing yourself up against him, before pulling away. With a heaving chest, you run your finger nails down Zack's bare chest, letting your fingers trace his well defined abs.
"Babe." Zack's voice is soft for a second, even though his eyes say another thing about his mood. "I need you, so fucking much right now."
You nod, unable to speak, as Zack's mouth once again crashes down onto yours. Squealing with delight, you wrap your legs around his waist, forcing him back into the counter, which sends the damn bowl of cake batter flying. As the sticky chocolate hits the floor, neither of you seem to notice sinking down toward the cool tile along with it.
"Z...Zack." You gasp, as he yanks your pants down over toned legs. Revealing that you have very little on under his sweats, you shiver as your bare ass hits the cold floor.
Next went the worn Amerrickan shirt that you had been wearing, you love that damn shirt no matter how old it is. It was a special present. Tossing the faded shirt across the kitchen, Zack smirks to find you also seemed to have misplaced your bra. You are making this way too easy!
Helping him out of his boxers, you squeal in shock, as something cold and sticky hits your body. Glaring at him, to see the amused look on his face as he spreads a tiny bit of the chocolate cake batter which had spilled on the floor onto your torso, you groan at him. Bending his head down, Zack licks the batter off of your body.
"Zachary, that's been on the floor!" You scold closing your eyes tightly.
Zack shrugs, reaching up he grabs the spatula that has been sitting on the counter, covered in batter as well. "But, this hasn't."
Before you could respond, Zack smears the remaining batter, off of the spatula onto your body. Eyeing you curiously, to see your reaction, he waits before once again licking it away from your heated skin. As his tongue caresses your body, you moan, your hands brushing over his hair.
Taking your battered cover nipple, into his mouth, Zack generously bathes it with his tongue. Enjoying the sensation of what he is doing, you barely noticed that he's entered. Sliding back out of your body, Zack grunted and pushed himself back in.