He pushes the lace to the side just as I hear the sound of muffled footsteps outside.
My heart rate increases as my stomach drops.
They’re here.
“We should sto—” I start to say, but Zach’s mouth is back on me, his hands gripping my ass as he works his mouth against me. His tongue flicks at my clit, and the rest of the sentence turns into a strangled gasp.
Everything. Absolutely everything leaves my head. Every worry. Every thought. There’s nothing but Zach. His mouth, his tongue, the way he makes me feel like I’m burning alive. My fingers fumble for anything solid to hold on to before I slide off the desk completely.
His palms widen as he yanks my entire bottom half forward, dragging me closer to him until I’m no longer sitting on the desk, but instead, onhim.On his mouth. His face. His tongue.
Too much.
It’s too fucking much for me.
I try to wiggle away, but he stops me. “Don’t,” he growls, his breath hot against my soaked skin. “Stay rightthere.”
His hands lock me in place before he buries his face in me again.
His tongue drags through my center, slow at first, in a merciless taunt, before he sucks my clit into his mouth with a groan that I feel through every part of me.
I cry out, my head snaps back, and when I try to move again, his grip tightens.
“Zach,” I gasp. “You can’t breathe—”
He pulls back just enough to take a breath and gives me a cocky, slightly unhinged smirk.
“Baby, I’m not here to breathe. I’m here to make you forget your own fucking name.”
Then he drags me back down, his mouth open as his tongue thrusts deep inside me.
“Oh my—”
Knock. Knock. Knock.
I freeze, my body tightens at the thought that Chris and Jenni are just outside.
But Zach? He doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t pause. Instead, he doubles down, his tongue relentless as he pushes two fingers inside me.
“Zach,” I whisper in panic-laced pleasure. “They’re here.”
His eyes flick up as a slow smirk forms across his lips. “They can wait,” he says into me. His tongue circles tighter, faster as he wears down any of my restraint.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
“Honey?” Jenni’s voice is muffled through the door.
“Zach, please,” I beg, not sure if I'm asking him to stop or to finish what he started.
He chooses the latter.
There’s another knock. It’s louder this time. “Honey? Is everything okay in there?” Chris’s voice barely registers.
I can’t focus, and I don’t really care.
It. Feels. Too. Good.
My thighs shake as I climb higher, ready to break any second, knowing if I do how obvious it will be. I cover my mouth with my arm, trying to stop the noise.