Nolee
"Hey." I smile at Zack as he opens his apartment door.
"Hey." Zack murmurs, looking too aggravated.
My brows furrow, smile falling, instinct kicking in. I cradle his face, worry controlling me. Zack looks like a man on the verge of wracking havoc. There is anger writhing in his hazel eyes and his physical appearance awakens my sexual monster.
Despite his mood, Zack looks hot. Ragged in a sexy way. Dressed in gray sweats and hoodie and a little scruff on his chiseled face. I could take a bite out of him and wouldn't even feel sorry.
"What happened?" My voice softens once I snap out of my thirsty reverie.
Zack's eyes flicker in dark loathe.
"My father happened."
My heart drops along with my palms.
"Again?"
"Again," he snaps, "And this time, it nearly escalated to my fists to his face."
My eyes widen in utter shock.
"What?"
Zack sighs in annoyance, he looks like he's about to break something.
"Can we go have pizza? I want pizza."
"Yeah sure, let's go."
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"What?" I self-consciously ask Zack as his hypnotizing eyes stare at me in a daze.
Zack grins boyishly, dimple popping. Gosh, he's so gorgeous.
"It's satisfying to see a girl eat without a care in the world," Zack's eyes sneak a peek at my lips before smirking, "It's hot."
Warmth spreads my cheeks.
I gobble on my pineapple pizza, the cheese is perfectly stringy and the pineapple is melting in my mouth. I peek at Zack and he looks so lost in his thoughts that he's barely touched a slice.
"You wanna talk about it?" I start off softly.
With Zack, I have to be cautious about how I talk about his problems because he can get so worked up about them that he'll literally lose his temper. Zack is a very emotionally expressive guy.
Zack sighs, avoiding my eyes. I hate it when he's feeling like this. This is not the Zack I know and care for.
"I'm sorry, Nolee."
"What for?"
"Every time this happens, I'm running to you," Zack runs a rough hand through his dark blonde hair, curling his hands into fists, "I'm throwing everything on you. I feel like a jerk"
This boy.
"Zack, I don't care if you throw everything at me. I care for you, therefore, I'm here for you," I cherish his clenched fists on the table, "You can rant about how cheesy this pizza is and I won't bat an eye, you can tell me anything, you know that."
Zack looks at me, gratitude pouring out of his honey-colored eyes. His hands unclench and he laces his fingers with mine. For a moment, I stare at our twined hands, this feeling of tenderness sweeping my heart.
"I know, that's why I always come back to you," Zack softly speaks, "You're the only one who I trust and care about when I'm like this, like a fucked up mess."
My heart twists in uncomfortable ache watching his handsome as fuck features morph into defeat and anger.
"Hey," I reach over and caress his cheek, "You're not a fucked up mess."
Zack watches me with the kindest eyes I've ever seen, they're oozing in affection. A small smile tugs at his lips but soon his features deflate into frustration.
"Seems like I am to my father."
I pull my hands away, taking a gulp of my fizzy drink.
"What did he say this time?"
Zack plays with his straw, completely out of it.
"He's ready to fucking disinherit me."
My eyes widen.
"What?" I swear I should like a dolphin, "Over football?"
I'm beyond astounded, I'm disgusted and insulted—for Zack.
"Yeah," Zack scoffs, "It's beyond pathetic."
"Pathetic? That's downright insulting," I am fuming, "How can he do that?"
Zack sneers, his anger radiating at toxic levels.
"Have you met my father? He's the most selfish person I've ever known."
Zack's father is the most boring, most basic human I've ever met. He's so traditional and stuck on family norms and values from his Japanese heritage that he can't seem to think with an open mind. Even for his son, who's an extraordinary football player. Everything Zack does, his father is like a bitchy disappointing mess. For him, Zack playing football is like the end of the world, as if football is like the black plague.
Evidently, Zack's father wants him to excel in more challenging, academic studies instead of losing brain cells throwing around a ball—his father's words. All he sees is the endless rowdiness and parties that Zack is surrounded by and thinks with a closed mind. Never once has he opened his eyes and seen Zack play with passion burning in his veins. He's never attended any of his games and if he did, he would see just how hard Zack plays and what kind of torture he puts his body through.
All for his passion for football, something he adores.
I know for a fact that Zack really wants to be praised by his father. Yeah, sure he plays football because he loves the game but he also wants to show his father how good he is. Fathers of other guys on the team always attend games yet the QB's father is always absent. Not that Zack cares, in the beginning, yeah it hurt him but now he only cares about him and how good he plays. But I'm always there, supporting him, cheering his name.
Not bothering to understand the passion his son has for the sport, his father also dismisses Zack's Einstein-level grades. Zack excels in academic studies and always ranks the highest, whilst keeping his head in the game, yet his father is still not satisfied.
Tilting my head, I try to clear my head of all the jumbled thoughts about this entire situation, coming to a conclusion that will help Zack in some way at least.
"Zack, you can't take this shit from him. He's already cut off your financial support," don't even get me started on that bullshit, "If it wasn't for your scholarship and racing, you wouldn't even be here. You're independently supporting yourself, can't he see how responsible you are. And how passionate you are about football."
No one knows but me how hard Zack works for himself, football, and his studies.
His father had the audacity to cut off Zack's financial support for his studies. I felt so angry when he told me this that I nearly felt like screaming. Thanks to his scholarship, Zack is able to focus on his game and studies without the worry of paying tuition. The only expenses he has to provide himself is living. That he gets from racing.
Zack street races. And he's one of the best, if not, the best.
Zack's taken me down to The Creek to many of his races and it's the most exhilarating experience of my life. I'd never get tired of it.
Zack's handsome features harden.
"All he sees is a stupid young boy throwing a ball around a field with a bunch of idiots."
"It's getting to the point that it's disrespectful," I push back my hair, "Yeah, sure he's your father but this is your life. He can't tell you what path to choose."
Zack sighs, it's heavy, loaded with stress and anger.
Then his honey eyes meet mine, a disheartened smile coloring his full lips.
"I'm so glad you don't have this problem."
God, my heart is hurting for this guy. I'm ready to fight for this man.
"I wish my parents could adopt you."
Zack grins, amused, but that swiftly morphs into a smirk.
"I don't wish that."
"Why?"
"Then I can't fuck you."
Oh my good lord.
"My god, you're unbelievable." I almost shriek. An incredible amount of flaming warmth rushing to my cheeks and thighs.
"That's what they all say." Zack cockily murmurs.
I snicker, a little awed at the rate his personality and mood changed.
"I'm glad you're feeling like your whore-self."
Zack leans in, bringing his warmth and masculine cedarwood scent with him.
"Be honest," that stupid smirk still shining mischievously, "You wanna fuck me too."
"Oh my Jesus," I bite back a smile and a laugh, "Zack your head is just as big as your dick."
That excites him.
"How would you know my dick is big?"
I shrug.
"Rumors."
"You believe 'em?"
"I shouldn't?"
"Nah, you totally should," Zack wriggles his brows, "I really do have a monster dick, makes everything rougher."
"Ew," this time I do shriek, "That's it, I'm done."
Getting up, I rush out of Nature Berry.
"Nolee, wait up, you didn't hear me say how I fuck 'em raw." Zack hollers behind for the world to hear and I could not feel any more embarrassed, shy, shocked, and amused.
Someone get this child a bible and holy water!
Getting to his royal blue Dodge Challenger, I reimagine the last few seconds as a scene from a movie because that did not just happen!
Zack approaches me, laughing his ass off. I cross my arms across my chest, totally not amused. Zack watches me for a moment, hilarity glowing his features before a soft smile paints his kissable lips.
"Thanks for hanging out with me tonight." Zack mumbles, ruffling my hair.
I love that gesture.
I smile, an addictive warmth storming my heart.
"I'm always here for you."
"I know." Zack smiles, too happy.
Those beautiful honey eyes dance with contentment before they brush over my lips and the feeling I get in my thighs is crazy.
Zack wastes no time, cradling my cheeks and kissing me. Totally skipping cherishing the moment, Zack tilts his head and slips his tongue into my mouth, the roughness heightening my adrenaline rush. Running my palms over his sculpted chest, I rest them on the nape of his neck, totally submerged in the mind-crushing kiss.
In the moment, Zack pushes me against his car, pressing his huge body into mine, the heat between us hotter than the sun. With his lips dancing with mine, his rough, large hands trail down my body until they're caressing my waist. The small circular motions are pleasurable.
I'm way into this moment, my palms slip under his gray hoodie and touch his hard sculpted abs. Zack groans in the kiss. My fingers play with the waistband of his gray sweatpants, pulling him closer to the place I'm craving him. From the energy of our kiss and the soaring heat, Zack's arousal presses against my stomach and it's mouthwatering. Teasingly, Zack's palms run down my back and grab my ass, pressing me closer into his erection. A moan slips through my lips and that has Zack breathing heavily.
Zack breaks the kiss.
"Fuck," he's flushed, "We need to stop before I do something you'll hate me for."
I would totally not hate him.
I bite my lip to keep his taste on my lips. My body feels like it's floating on cloud nine.
Zack eyes me, mischief and lust mixing to create something soft, a peaceful smile erupts on his lips.
"Want a ride home?"
I think I need a cold shower.
Blair
"You're gonna trip and break your bones doing it like that." Hudson hollers like a lazy housecoat.
Hudson called me and asked if I wanted to hang out with him at the skate park. Being bored out of my mind, I said yes. Now I'm having the time of my life trying to ride this death trap.
I roll my eyes and keep my legs steady on his skateboard.
"No, I'm not, watch me Tony Hawk, this shit."
Hudson scoffs, not impressed.
"Whatever you say, Angel."
"Don't call me angel."
"Bite me."
"Fuck you."
"Yes, please."
This son of Satan has the dirtiest mind known to mankind.
Ignoring Hudson and his sexual remarks, I focus on pushing this skateboard so that I roll down the steep ramp.
The Lake Bellevue skate park is a skater's wet dream. Graffiti is littered on every available space, the ramps are designed for the most dangerous, adrenaline-rushing tricks and the atmosphere is the most chilling I've ever known. Everyone is so relaxed and high, drinking, bantering, and skating. Hip hop music blares around us, keeping the vibe in check.
Breathing in a breath of fresh air, I push with my right leg and I'm zooming down the ramp. My screams blur with the music, my heart rushes with adrenaline and excitement. The wind blows through my hair and just as the board is about to run up another ramp, I hop off. Scared shitless for my life.
Hudson laughs, clearly, my clumsiness entertains him.
"Dude, your skateboard nearly killed me." I chime in awe.
"Jesus woman," Hudson snickers, kicking up his board to hold it, "Do you know how to use your legs?"
I smack him across his chest.
"Don't call me woman."
Hudson leans in, inches away from my face. Damn his crazy handsome features and ocean blue eyes because a tingle of electricity zaps through my body.
"Woman."
"Fuckboy."
Hudson grins.
"Come here," he grabs my wrist and pulls me in front of him, "Let me show you."
I stand with my back pressed against his chest. Hudson's body is incredible, hard, and perfectly toned. A simmer of warmth bubbles between us as his hands grip my hips. I nibble on my lip feeling the familiar sensation of need engulfing my body and senses.
Hudson senses the change in my body language and I can feel him smirk. Smoothly, Hudson presses into my back, immediately my heart races in a thrill.
"When you ride, move your hips." Hudson calmly speaks, his voice coated in peace and satisfaction.
"Move 'em with your movements," his lips are near my ear and it's addicting, "Like this."
Hudson demonstrates as he sways my hips back and forth, side to side. The gesture has my knees weak and my blood is rushing with desire. As if his closeness is not enough, I lean into his embrace, looking for the familiar want. It seems him teaching me to ride a skateboard is awfully similar to something hotter. Something I love doing, something that breaks me like nothing else.
Hudson's hands brush down my sides, round my stomach, and run up my waist, rounding my breasts. The touches lighting fire in its path. I hum, closing my eyes, feeling myself falling into his touch. My head rests against his chest, Hudson nuzzles his face into my neck and my legs turn wobbly. Moving my hair away, Hudson places a searing kiss on my neck, right on the spot where I melt.
"Fuck." Hudson's voice is edgy.
"What?" I whisper.
"You have no idea how badly I want to fuck you right now."
Damn, if that doesn't soak my panties.
I feel myself get wet, the adrenaline pulsating the throbbing in my sex.
Turning around, I grip his blue t-shirt and tug him in, crashing my lips on his. Hudson fights back a laugh but soon slips his fingers into my hair, tugging on it to deepen the wicked kiss.
The twilight of the night saves us from being under the spotlight, especially since the spot Hudson loves hanging out in is kind of secluded.
The kiss is rough, deprived, hot, and hungry. I can't get enough of his raspberry scent. Running my palms under his t-shirt, I caress his soft skin, indulging in the crevasses of his abs. Hudson groans hotly before running his hands down my ass and picking me up, my arms naturally circle around his neck.
The kiss gets messy and of endless craving. Cradling Hudson's face, I savor the moment, loving the way his lips feel on mine.
Fuck me, he's such a good kisser.
Hudson breaks the kiss, and with one look of lust writhing in his icy blue eyes, I'm grinning with exhilaration. Letting me down, Hudson grabs my wrist and drags me to his Jeep. Where he's parked the car, there is no-one around, even the street lamp is dimly lit.
With an animated giggle, I jump into the backseat of his car, Hudson following like a baby duckling. I'm bubbling with yearning and the need to be touched everywhere that I literally crash Hudson's body into mine. Hudson cockily laughs as he slips his hand under my blue crop top and unhooking my blue laced bra.
Wow, the boy just did that with one hand.
Spreading my legs, I let him ground himself against me, and oh boy if that isn't the most wonderful feeling in the world. Tugging on the end of his blue t-shirt, Hudson slips it off in that boyish manner and when his skin meets mine, I sigh in content. Lost in our kiss, Hudson's palm gropes my breast and squeezes it with each thrust against my throbbing clit.
"Hudson..." My voice is hoarse and frustrated.
I need him.
Hudson breaks the kiss and stares into my eyes for a moment, the sky blue of his eyes asking the one question that is necessary in this kind of situation.
"I want you." I whisper breathlessly.
Hudson bites his lip before rushing to unbutton my blue denim shorts, my hands flying to his blue jeans, doing the same. It's as if time has stopped and we can't wait any longer. My heart is flying at an incredible speed, waiting to be soothed by Hudson's touch.
Pulling off both my shorts and blue laced panties, Hudson pushes down his jeans and white Calvin Klein boxers before leaning to the front of the car to grab a condom from the glove compartment. I watch impatiently with need flaming my body as Hudson tears the packet and slips it onto his impressive length.
Hudson leans in to claim my lips, and when I feel his fingers touch my clit, I moan.
"Fuck," Hudson grins, pride coloring his ocean blues, "You're soaking wet."
I gulp feeling way too damn thirsty. I run my fingertips along his biceps, loving the color of his tanned skin tone. Hudson pushes in two fingers and I moan shamelessly. Working me up, Hudson sucks on my neck, enhancing the addictive sensation of his touch.
Just as the tightening sensation in my abdomen flutters, Hudson pulls out his fingers. Licking them clean with his gaze locked to mine, I grow even more bothered and lustful. With a satisfied smile, Hudson lowers himself onto me before sliding his cock into me.
Fuckkkk, he feels so good!
I moan in heat I've never felt before. The sheer size of him has me gasping for air and sanity.
Hudson groans, his features clouding with lust.
"Fuck, you're fucking tight."
Hudson begins thrusting at an agonizingly captivating pace, his girth stretching me like never before. I feel so full. Similar to how he was teaching to move my hips when riding a skateboard, Hudson sways his hips in the most hypnotizing way ever, adding fuel to my fire. To further the temptation, Hudson pushes up my crop top and sucks on my nipple.
Oh fuck.
"Hudson, fuck."
"Shit, you feel fucking hot, Blair."
Arching my back when Hudson thrusts vigorously into my spot where I shatter like a mirror. Continuously that is what sends my body into wonderland. Within the moment, Hudson crashes his lips on mine, intensifying the sensation fighting to be let loose. Brushing my hands over his chest, I dance my tongue with his. It's messy but I'm going crazy for it. Everything we're doing right now is dirty, perfectly hot.
As the high of climax forms in our bodies, Hudson's thrusts become rigorous and deep. I break the kiss for the urge to moan, I push at his chest and he leans onto his haunches, fucking me as I watch his cock slide in and out of me.
Oh my goodness gracious.
"Holy shit! You're—fuck." Hudson grunts deeply, as my walls tighten around him.
"Hudson, please..." I'm pleading to be set free.
Hudson bites his lip, circling his thumb on my clit and that shatters me. My climax pours like rain, turning my body into jello. Hudson comes with rough thrusts, his face buried in my neck. The scent of his raspberry aura has my brain going into meltdown.
Breathing to steady our breaths, Hudson pulls out and removes the condom, putting it back into the wrapper and tossing it into the garbage can on the sidewalk behind the car. Pulling on my panties, I stare at Hudson, our eyes swimming with pleasure, Hudson grins. Pulling up his jeans, Hudson helps me into my shorts.
Hudson pecks my lips teasingly, mischief written all over his smug face.
"That was so much better than riding a skateboard."
I giggle and smack his chest.
I just had sex with Hudson Rexroth and I loved it.