the Zac / Ivey chronicles - part 5 of 5
genre: drama, romance
pairing: Zac / Ivey (OFC)
point of view: Iveypart: 5 of 5
rating: 18+
word count: 2607
It’s only one o’clock when I get back from Tristan’s place. I had no idea how long it would take or how long I would need to recover from it afterwards, but I had expected the worst, which is why I told Zac to meet me at four. It’s needless to say that I regret that decision now that I’m home so early, and with a reasonably good mood as well. Yes, I feel guilty and like an all-round horrible person for breaking Tristan’s heart, but I know that it needed to be done and it definitely could have gone a hell of a lot worse. I’d expected to feel like royal shit and I’d imagined scenarios in which I found myself curled up in a ball crying my heart out, but the reality is that I don’t even feel like crying. I feel relieved, and more than anything I’m ready to start fresh with Zac.
But he won’t be here for another three hours, so instead I busy myself with cleaning my mess of an apartment. It’s been ages since it’s been properly cleaned and though I’m relatively sure Zac will care as little about the mess as I usually do, I’m still cleaning. Mostly because I’m in no state of mind to just sit on the couch and watch a movie or read a book, because I’m fidgety all over. I can’t even properly focus on the cleaning. I’m moving from one corner of the room to the other corner and then to another room altogether. To be honest, I’m not even sure if my cleaning spree actually does anything to make the apartment look cleaner or tidier, or if I’m just aimlessly moving stuff from one place to the next.
I eventually manage to at least get clean sheets on the bed, although I know they won’t be clean for very long. After that I take a nice long, warm shower and give myself a thorough shaving. I wrap myself in towels and make my way to the bedroom where I stand in front of the closet for several minutes, contemplating what I should wear, before finally deciding that it doesn’t really matter. I couldn’t care less about Zac’s outfit of choice, because all I want to do is rip it off him anyway. So I finally decide on a jeans skirt and a simple black tank top. I can’t even be bothered to put on underwear, because it only takes more time to come off anyway. As a finishing touch I pull a brush through my hair and apply some mascara and then I’m done. And yet there’s somehow still half an hour on the clock.
I saunter back to the living room and look around aimlessly, trying to think of something to kill the time with. I wind up at the kitchen table, leafing through the same magazine that I’ve already leafed through at least three times today and I still haven’t been able to read a single word. This time is no different, because I keep glancing at the clock, which seems to be barely moving. Time has never passed this slowly in my entire life. I’m just so ready for him to be here and every minute that he’s not feels like a minute wasted.
But then, at five past half there’s a knock at my door and my heart immediately starts racing. It’s way too early for it to be him, but I’m praying with every fiber of my being that it is. I rush through the door and open it hopefully and my heart leaps in my chest when I see that it’s him. For just a minute the entire world stops spinning and he becomes the entire focus of the universe. I can’t even properly describe how seeing him standing there so innocently makes me feel, because there are no words.
“I know I’m early. I hope it’s okay. I just couldn’t wait to see you,” he says and his words shake me back to reality and I realize that I must have been standing there looking like an idiot.
“Yes, definitely,” I assure him and step aside to let him in.
I close the door behind him as soon as he’s inside and then I’m just caught staring at him, because he looks so amazing and part of me is scared that when I reach out to touch him he will vanish and I will wake up and realize that this entire thing has been just a dream. And that would kill me.
But when he reaches out and carefully takes my hand in his I know that it’s real and I offer no resistance when he gently pulls me closer to him. His other hand reaches out to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear and my skin goosebumps in response to his touch. In turn I move my hands to his face, resting them on his cheeks, and bring his face closer to mine until I can feel his breath play against my lips. He easily closes the small distance that still separates his mouth from mine and the simply pressure of his lips against mine unleashes a hungry and desperate fire inside of me, that makes me pull him even closer as I waste no time to deepen the kiss. He groans in response and presses me roughly against the wall behind me, which makes me moan in approval.
His hands easily find their way beneath my shirt and I tangle my fingers tightly into his shaggy hair as his cold hands travel across my stomach and to my breasts. He rolls one of the nipples between his fingers while his other hand massages the other breast. I sigh against his lips in approval and move my hands from his hair to my tank top which I pull off in fluent motion as his lips momentarily detach from mine. His eyes fall to my chest and he licks his lips in approval before moving them to my neck to suck gently at my skin, while his hands continue their assault on my nipples and breasts. His careful sucking turns into wet hot sloppy kisses and my skin goosebumps beneath his touch, while my hips move involuntarily into his. Not that I would stop them if I could. I love the pressure of hips against mine and the bulge in his jeans that presses into me every time our hips collide. I love knowing that he’s already this turned on, but the truth is that I’m just as turned on even though it’s a little less obvious.
His name slips past my lips in a sigh of approval while my hands momentarily fumble to find the edge of his shirt. His skin is warm and I can feel the muscles in his back move beneath my hands as I move the shirt up his torso. His lips detach from my neck and he allows me to take of his shirt and I discard it onto the floor. For a moment our eyes meet and there’s a twinkle in his and there’s a somewhat devilish grin on his face that makes laughter bubble in my stomach. But I don’t get to utter it, because a yelp escapes my lips instead, before he quickly covers my mouth with his own, as he suddenly picks me up off of the floor by my hips. I wrap my legs eagerly around his waist as he presses me back against the wall. His erection presses into me even more clearly with each thrust of his hips and it’s turning me on more and more.
“Bedroom?” He asks with a raspy voice as his lips momentarily detach from mine.
“That one,” I point out, indicating the room at the end of the hall, which is also the only room with its door open.
“Could’ve guessed that,” he mutters and when I laugh he shuts me up quickly by pressing his lips back against mine. But who the hell am I to complain?
He moves us easily into the bedroom and lays me down carefully on the bed. I’m not so gentle and pull him into me a little more roughly, which makes our bodies collide and it momentarily knocks the breath out of me, but I couldn’t care less if I tried. I don’t need air. I just need him. And I’ve got him. His lips are moving hungrily against mine and his bare chest is pressing into mine and his hips move into mine unsteadily. And yet it is not enough.
I move my hands away from his back and towards his jeans instead. I fumble to open the button, because I can’t see what I’m doing and with his hips continuously dipping into mine there isn’t a lot of room to fit my hands anyway. Finally though, the button comes undone and I have less trouble moving the zipper downward. Zac groans against my lips as my fingers brush against his member and I slip my hands down his pants to take hold of him through his boxers. He gasps softly and I move my lips to his cheek, while I continue to rub him through the fabric.
My name tumbles past his lips in an approving sigh, but after another moment he brushes my hand away and detaches himself from me completely before he moves of the bed. He quickly rids himself of his shoes, socks, jeans and boxers, and I can’t help but stare at him with lust filled eyes. Cause between his flawless chest, the soft trail of hair down his stomach and his long, thick and hard manhood he couldn’t be more gorgeous even if he tried.
He smirks at me as he catches my gaze and he crawls, hands and knees, up to my waist to pop the button of my skirt and he eases it down my legs as I lift my hips to help him take the piece of clothing off of me. His eyebrows rise in pleasant surprise and a grin grows on his face as he realizes there’s no underwear. I shiver beneath his longing gaze and by the seemingly innocent kiss that he places on my thigh as he moves the garment past my knees and then over my feet and onto the ground.
I pull him back into me the minute he’s within arm’s reach and push him onto his back, while I settle myself on top of him. His skin is hot against mine and the feel of his cock brushing against me with every movement of my hips makes my temperature rise even more. I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on in my life. I’m insanely wet and he hasn’t even properly touched me yet. Hell, I don’t even really need him to touch me. I just want to feel him inside of me.
I lean over to the nightstand and retrieve a condom from the top drawer where I keep my stash.
“Do you want to?” I ask him, holding the condom out towards him.
“No, it’s fine,” he tells me, watching my every move as I tear open the package.
I move my hips away from his and take his cock into my hand instead. The feel of him is amazing, hard and throbbing, and he utters a moan that makes me shiver with desire. His eyes are closed and his lips are parted and it’s without a doubt one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen. I pump him slowly, moving my hand along his entire length, before rolling the condom onto him.
His arm wraps around my waist then and he flips me onto my back, catching me completely off guard. He takes advantage of the situation by moving his fingers to my clit and rubbing it gently. A moan escapes my lips and I tangle my fingers in his hair once again as his lips reconnect to mine. My hips move into his hand involuntarily as he keeps working my clit and a wild fire rapidly spreads throughout my body. This only intensifies as his fingers slide lower to explore the wetness that is pooling between my folds. He groans against my lips as one of his fingers slides easily inside of me and I can do nothing else but moan as he pushes the digit all the way in.
He works his finger gently in and out of me a few times and my hips move in pace with his motions, brushing against his hard cock with every movement. It doesn’t take long before he adds a second finger, and as much as I’m enjoying it, and as much as I could get off on him doing nothing more than this, I really want him inside of me.
“Zac, please,” I mumble desperately.
He knows what I want without me having to ask any further and he pulls his fingers back and lines up his cock at my entrance instead. His eyes meet mine shortly, ensuring that I want this as much as he does, before he guides his cock gently inside of me. He’s big and thick and he fills me completely and my eyes fall shut at the pleasure of feeling him inside of me. He easily creates a steady rhythm and my hips rise and fall in turn with his, while his lips attack mine with needy desperate kisses. I can already tell I’m not going to last long, but it doesn’t matter, because I don’t think he’s going to either.
His breathing is hard and heavy, and moans spill as freely from his lips as they do from mine and it’s impossible to keep kissing him, because I’m having enough trouble focusing on keeping breathing as it is. I’ve waited so long for this. And I’ve thought so many times about how it would feel. But even in my wildest dreams I could have never imagined it would feel this good. Yeah, it’s kind of raw and desperate, but I honestly don’t care. There will be plenty of time to make love, to take it slow and to truly explore each other’s bodies. Right now it’s just pure passion and desire and that urgent need to satisfy these feelings that we’ve both been suppressing all this time.
I can feel my release getting closer and closer with each thrust of his hips and I bury my face into his neck, breathing in his scent, while my fingers dig into the skin of his back. His lips nip at my neck in return and I can feel his breathing, hard and heavy, play against my skin. At the same time his hips thrust into mine a little more uncontrollably, harder and deeper, and my walls start to clamp down around him as my orgasm washes over me in delicious waves. He grunts against my neck, before sinking his teeth lightly into my skin as his own orgasms washes over him, which somehow intensifies my own.
We’re both breathing hard and my body feels exhausted in the best of ways. And when he lifts his head and his eyes meet mine I feel like I’m on top of the world. Those amazing brown eyes that are staring back into mine and the smile that’s completely taken over his face tell me once again what I already knew, that I’ve got everything I ever wanted and needed right here with me. And the best thing is that this time I get to keep him.
pairing: Zac / Ivey (OFC)
point of view: Iveypart: 5 of 5
rating: 18+
word count: 2607
It’s only one o’clock when I get back from Tristan’s place. I had no idea how long it would take or how long I would need to recover from it afterwards, but I had expected the worst, which is why I told Zac to meet me at four. It’s needless to say that I regret that decision now that I’m home so early, and with a reasonably good mood as well. Yes, I feel guilty and like an all-round horrible person for breaking Tristan’s heart, but I know that it needed to be done and it definitely could have gone a hell of a lot worse. I’d expected to feel like royal shit and I’d imagined scenarios in which I found myself curled up in a ball crying my heart out, but the reality is that I don’t even feel like crying. I feel relieved, and more than anything I’m ready to start fresh with Zac.
But he won’t be here for another three hours, so instead I busy myself with cleaning my mess of an apartment. It’s been ages since it’s been properly cleaned and though I’m relatively sure Zac will care as little about the mess as I usually do, I’m still cleaning. Mostly because I’m in no state of mind to just sit on the couch and watch a movie or read a book, because I’m fidgety all over. I can’t even properly focus on the cleaning. I’m moving from one corner of the room to the other corner and then to another room altogether. To be honest, I’m not even sure if my cleaning spree actually does anything to make the apartment look cleaner or tidier, or if I’m just aimlessly moving stuff from one place to the next.
I eventually manage to at least get clean sheets on the bed, although I know they won’t be clean for very long. After that I take a nice long, warm shower and give myself a thorough shaving. I wrap myself in towels and make my way to the bedroom where I stand in front of the closet for several minutes, contemplating what I should wear, before finally deciding that it doesn’t really matter. I couldn’t care less about Zac’s outfit of choice, because all I want to do is rip it off him anyway. So I finally decide on a jeans skirt and a simple black tank top. I can’t even be bothered to put on underwear, because it only takes more time to come off anyway. As a finishing touch I pull a brush through my hair and apply some mascara and then I’m done. And yet there’s somehow still half an hour on the clock.
I saunter back to the living room and look around aimlessly, trying to think of something to kill the time with. I wind up at the kitchen table, leafing through the same magazine that I’ve already leafed through at least three times today and I still haven’t been able to read a single word. This time is no different, because I keep glancing at the clock, which seems to be barely moving. Time has never passed this slowly in my entire life. I’m just so ready for him to be here and every minute that he’s not feels like a minute wasted.
But then, at five past half there’s a knock at my door and my heart immediately starts racing. It’s way too early for it to be him, but I’m praying with every fiber of my being that it is. I rush through the door and open it hopefully and my heart leaps in my chest when I see that it’s him. For just a minute the entire world stops spinning and he becomes the entire focus of the universe. I can’t even properly describe how seeing him standing there so innocently makes me feel, because there are no words.
“I know I’m early. I hope it’s okay. I just couldn’t wait to see you,” he says and his words shake me back to reality and I realize that I must have been standing there looking like an idiot.
“Yes, definitely,” I assure him and step aside to let him in.
I close the door behind him as soon as he’s inside and then I’m just caught staring at him, because he looks so amazing and part of me is scared that when I reach out to touch him he will vanish and I will wake up and realize that this entire thing has been just a dream. And that would kill me.
But when he reaches out and carefully takes my hand in his I know that it’s real and I offer no resistance when he gently pulls me closer to him. His other hand reaches out to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear and my skin goosebumps in response to his touch. In turn I move my hands to his face, resting them on his cheeks, and bring his face closer to mine until I can feel his breath play against my lips. He easily closes the small distance that still separates his mouth from mine and the simply pressure of his lips against mine unleashes a hungry and desperate fire inside of me, that makes me pull him even closer as I waste no time to deepen the kiss. He groans in response and presses me roughly against the wall behind me, which makes me moan in approval.
His hands easily find their way beneath my shirt and I tangle my fingers tightly into his shaggy hair as his cold hands travel across my stomach and to my breasts. He rolls one of the nipples between his fingers while his other hand massages the other breast. I sigh against his lips in approval and move my hands from his hair to my tank top which I pull off in fluent motion as his lips momentarily detach from mine. His eyes fall to my chest and he licks his lips in approval before moving them to my neck to suck gently at my skin, while his hands continue their assault on my nipples and breasts. His careful sucking turns into wet hot sloppy kisses and my skin goosebumps beneath his touch, while my hips move involuntarily into his. Not that I would stop them if I could. I love the pressure of hips against mine and the bulge in his jeans that presses into me every time our hips collide. I love knowing that he’s already this turned on, but the truth is that I’m just as turned on even though it’s a little less obvious.
His name slips past my lips in a sigh of approval while my hands momentarily fumble to find the edge of his shirt. His skin is warm and I can feel the muscles in his back move beneath my hands as I move the shirt up his torso. His lips detach from my neck and he allows me to take of his shirt and I discard it onto the floor. For a moment our eyes meet and there’s a twinkle in his and there’s a somewhat devilish grin on his face that makes laughter bubble in my stomach. But I don’t get to utter it, because a yelp escapes my lips instead, before he quickly covers my mouth with his own, as he suddenly picks me up off of the floor by my hips. I wrap my legs eagerly around his waist as he presses me back against the wall. His erection presses into me even more clearly with each thrust of his hips and it’s turning me on more and more.
“Bedroom?” He asks with a raspy voice as his lips momentarily detach from mine.
“That one,” I point out, indicating the room at the end of the hall, which is also the only room with its door open.
“Could’ve guessed that,” he mutters and when I laugh he shuts me up quickly by pressing his lips back against mine. But who the hell am I to complain?
He moves us easily into the bedroom and lays me down carefully on the bed. I’m not so gentle and pull him into me a little more roughly, which makes our bodies collide and it momentarily knocks the breath out of me, but I couldn’t care less if I tried. I don’t need air. I just need him. And I’ve got him. His lips are moving hungrily against mine and his bare chest is pressing into mine and his hips move into mine unsteadily. And yet it is not enough.
I move my hands away from his back and towards his jeans instead. I fumble to open the button, because I can’t see what I’m doing and with his hips continuously dipping into mine there isn’t a lot of room to fit my hands anyway. Finally though, the button comes undone and I have less trouble moving the zipper downward. Zac groans against my lips as my fingers brush against his member and I slip my hands down his pants to take hold of him through his boxers. He gasps softly and I move my lips to his cheek, while I continue to rub him through the fabric.
My name tumbles past his lips in an approving sigh, but after another moment he brushes my hand away and detaches himself from me completely before he moves of the bed. He quickly rids himself of his shoes, socks, jeans and boxers, and I can’t help but stare at him with lust filled eyes. Cause between his flawless chest, the soft trail of hair down his stomach and his long, thick and hard manhood he couldn’t be more gorgeous even if he tried.
He smirks at me as he catches my gaze and he crawls, hands and knees, up to my waist to pop the button of my skirt and he eases it down my legs as I lift my hips to help him take the piece of clothing off of me. His eyebrows rise in pleasant surprise and a grin grows on his face as he realizes there’s no underwear. I shiver beneath his longing gaze and by the seemingly innocent kiss that he places on my thigh as he moves the garment past my knees and then over my feet and onto the ground.
I pull him back into me the minute he’s within arm’s reach and push him onto his back, while I settle myself on top of him. His skin is hot against mine and the feel of his cock brushing against me with every movement of my hips makes my temperature rise even more. I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on in my life. I’m insanely wet and he hasn’t even properly touched me yet. Hell, I don’t even really need him to touch me. I just want to feel him inside of me.
I lean over to the nightstand and retrieve a condom from the top drawer where I keep my stash.
“Do you want to?” I ask him, holding the condom out towards him.
“No, it’s fine,” he tells me, watching my every move as I tear open the package.
I move my hips away from his and take his cock into my hand instead. The feel of him is amazing, hard and throbbing, and he utters a moan that makes me shiver with desire. His eyes are closed and his lips are parted and it’s without a doubt one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen. I pump him slowly, moving my hand along his entire length, before rolling the condom onto him.
His arm wraps around my waist then and he flips me onto my back, catching me completely off guard. He takes advantage of the situation by moving his fingers to my clit and rubbing it gently. A moan escapes my lips and I tangle my fingers in his hair once again as his lips reconnect to mine. My hips move into his hand involuntarily as he keeps working my clit and a wild fire rapidly spreads throughout my body. This only intensifies as his fingers slide lower to explore the wetness that is pooling between my folds. He groans against my lips as one of his fingers slides easily inside of me and I can do nothing else but moan as he pushes the digit all the way in.
He works his finger gently in and out of me a few times and my hips move in pace with his motions, brushing against his hard cock with every movement. It doesn’t take long before he adds a second finger, and as much as I’m enjoying it, and as much as I could get off on him doing nothing more than this, I really want him inside of me.
“Zac, please,” I mumble desperately.
He knows what I want without me having to ask any further and he pulls his fingers back and lines up his cock at my entrance instead. His eyes meet mine shortly, ensuring that I want this as much as he does, before he guides his cock gently inside of me. He’s big and thick and he fills me completely and my eyes fall shut at the pleasure of feeling him inside of me. He easily creates a steady rhythm and my hips rise and fall in turn with his, while his lips attack mine with needy desperate kisses. I can already tell I’m not going to last long, but it doesn’t matter, because I don’t think he’s going to either.
His breathing is hard and heavy, and moans spill as freely from his lips as they do from mine and it’s impossible to keep kissing him, because I’m having enough trouble focusing on keeping breathing as it is. I’ve waited so long for this. And I’ve thought so many times about how it would feel. But even in my wildest dreams I could have never imagined it would feel this good. Yeah, it’s kind of raw and desperate, but I honestly don’t care. There will be plenty of time to make love, to take it slow and to truly explore each other’s bodies. Right now it’s just pure passion and desire and that urgent need to satisfy these feelings that we’ve both been suppressing all this time.
I can feel my release getting closer and closer with each thrust of his hips and I bury my face into his neck, breathing in his scent, while my fingers dig into the skin of his back. His lips nip at my neck in return and I can feel his breathing, hard and heavy, play against my skin. At the same time his hips thrust into mine a little more uncontrollably, harder and deeper, and my walls start to clamp down around him as my orgasm washes over me in delicious waves. He grunts against my neck, before sinking his teeth lightly into my skin as his own orgasms washes over him, which somehow intensifies my own.
We’re both breathing hard and my body feels exhausted in the best of ways. And when he lifts his head and his eyes meet mine I feel like I’m on top of the world. Those amazing brown eyes that are staring back into mine and the smile that’s completely taken over his face tell me once again what I already knew, that I’ve got everything I ever wanted and needed right here with me. And the best thing is that this time I get to keep him.