The Envy of Idols (Rich Boys of Burberry Prep #3)(80)
I’m trembling as Zack moves forward, settling himself between my thighs and tasting me in a wholly and completely different way from before.
My eyes water and I fling my head back into the pillows, breathing like I’m running a marathon and letting the sensations of Zack’s mouth and tongue settle over me. It feels so good that I end up burying my fingers in his chocolate colored hair and gripping on for dear life. He grunts, but he doesn’t stop until I’m shaking and shivering, my body rebelling against the waves of pleasure.
Zack seems to sense it’s time, and slides two fingers into me, giving me a climax that rocks my body so hard that I’m still trembling and shaking when he rises back up and looks down at me like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.
“Do I have to take the jacket off?” he whispers, grinning as I shake my head. I’m having trouble remembering my own name right now, let alone how to make words. Zack kisses me again, caressing my body with his hands, kneading my breasts through the fabric of the dress. I let my hands explore his muscular body, pausing to tease his nipples. He seemed to like it before, at the B&B, so …
Nothing’s changed since then, and soon I’ve got him moaning against me, rocking his denim-clad body against the bareness of my core.
The sun finally sinks beneath the horizon, but the moon’s full enough to see by, and we’re in no hurry to get up and turn the lights on.
After a while, Zack undoes his jeans and then stands up, shucking both his pants and boxers to the floor. He climbs back onto the bed with me and guides my hand to his body, showing me how to stroke and tease him until he’s moving against my palm, panting heavily.
“Now,” I whisper when my skin starts to feel hot and achy, like it’s trapping my spirit inside.
“Of course,” he murmurs, biting my lower lip and reaching over to open the drawer on his bedside table. He has a box of unopened condoms in there. Good. For a second there, I was about to freak out. I’d just sort of assumed he hadn’t slept with anyone since transferring to Burberry Prep … Then again, I don’t want to know. Either way, I do not want to know. “I don’t know how you and Creed—” He stops himself because he’s grinding his teeth so damn hard. “But if there’s a different position you want to try …”
“Oh. Um.”
My heart thunders, and I feel myself flush as I prop myself up on my elbows, and then … you know, turn over.
Zack chuckles, and the sound vibrates through me, taking over my entire body, right down to my blood and bones. He fits the condom on, and then touches his big hands to my hips. He positions himself against me, and I curl my fingers into the sheets. He isn’t quite as slow as Creed when he enters me, but I like it anyway, and a small sound escapes me.
Our bodies connect fully and I see starbursts.
“I’ve got you, Marnye,” he whispers as he begins to move, and before the night is over, I’ve shuddered, climaxed, and fallen apart in his arms more than once.
I fall asleep wrapped in the safety of his big, broad arms, his jacket still on my shoulders, his heart beating against my cheek.
There are no etiquette guides online for how to tell four of your boyfriends that you slept with number five. It just doesn’t exist.
“Were they pissed?” Miranda whispers, eyes wide as I sit on the couch in her and Creed’s apartment, wondering when he’s going to come back so I can see him before I head back to my own room.
“I just … I don’t understand how it works,” Lizzie says, grimacing slightly, her bouncy curls swept up into a high pony. She’s on the floor, twirling a spoon around in a container of ice cream. “I’m the jealous type I guess. I could never share.”
“Me neither,” I say with a guilty shrug of my shoulders. I curl my knees up on the couch and put my arms around them. “But I don’t have to. They’re not allowed to date anyone else, that’s how our arrangement works. I told them it was their punishment for all the things they’d done to me. For once in their spoiled, privileged little lives, they can’t have everything exactly when and how they want it.”
“I happen to think you’ve changed Creed for the better,” Miranda declares, and there’s a softness in her gaze that’s getting easier over time. The more time she spends with Jessie, the less she looks at me like that. Not that I mind. I just … unrequited love sucks.
I look over at Lizzie without meaning to and her amber eyes lock on mine.
Maybe Tristan’s love is requited? I have no idea. We don’t talk about Lizzie much.
“So,” Miranda begins and my head snaps up as I sense a bout of crassness ready to spill from her pretty lips, “did you and Tristan ever sleep together?”
“Mandy,” I grind out, but she waves me away. She’s just eaten one of the pot chocolates I got from Zayd during first year. I have yet to try any, but Miranda found them in my stuff and ate one about … forty-five minutes ago. Pretty sure the effects of the THC are kicking in now.
“It’s fine, we’re all girlfriends,” she says, and Andrew glances up from his phone screen. “What? You could be a girlfriend, too, if you’d stop sucking up to your dad and just tell him you want to bang Gary Jacobs.”
“Not ready for that, but ‘kay, thanks,” Andrew says, rolling his eyes and then giving Lizzie a look. “You don’t have to answer her question, you know.”