Zack's arm tightened around her shoulders, his expression darkening slightly at his father's words. "It can wait," he said, his tone dismissive. But his father just shook his head. "No, it can't, it is important," he replied firmly. Zack's father looked at Anna again, his smile softening. "Really, it is nothing bad, just some family business," he assured her. Zack let out an annoyed sigh but did not argue further. He leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to her lips. Anna blushed, being kissed to casually in front of Zack's father, makes her feel shy. "I will walk you home," Zack said, not asking. His father nods approvingly and steps aside. He grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the door. "Come on," he muttered, clearly eager to get her alone again. His father stood in the hallway, watching as they descend the stairs. As soon as the front door closed behind them, Zack pulled Anna into his arms, pressing her against the wall of his house. "Fucking family business," he grumbled, his lips finding hers in a hungry kiss. His hands roamed her body, squeezing her ass and pulling her flush against him. "Now I have to wait even longer to get you back into my bed," he said, his voice low and husky.
He broke the kiss to trail his lips down her neck, sucking gently on her pulse point. "Maybe we should just stay out here," he suggested playfully. "My dad won't mind." He lifted her up, wrapping her legs around his waist and pressing her harder against the wall. "I can fuck you right here," he growled, grinding his hips against hers. "Make everyone hear how much you love my cock," he whispered seductively. Anna laughs lightly. "I am not an exhibitionist thank you very much. How about tomorrow after school you come over to my house?" Anna suggested as an alternative. Zack's eyes lit up at her suggestion. "Your house?" he repeated, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Fuck yeah, I can do that." He pressed his forehead against hers, his breath warm against her lips. "I will come over and fuck you in every room," he promised. "Starting with your bed." His hands tightened on her ass, giving it a firm squeeze. "And then maybe the kitchen counter," he added, his voice dropping to a low growl. "Or the living room floor." He captured her lips in another deep kiss, pouring all his desire and anticipation intro it. When he finally pulled away, he was breathing heavily. "Tomorrow can't come soon enough, I am going to spend all day thinking about burying my cock inside you." he said, setting her back down on her feet but keeping her close. There was something exciting and thrilling about the image he was painting. The idea of them, having sex all over her house... But the fear of being caught, crept in.
"I have two sisters remember. No way we could get away with that, no matter how tempting. How about tomorrow during lunch break, up on the roof and once after school in my bed." Anna countered playfully. Zack's grin widened at her playful counteroffer. "The roof, huh? Fuck, that sounds perfect," he said, his eyes gleaming with excitement. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear. "And then after school, I will fuck you so hard in your bed that you won't be able to walk straight the next day." His hands slid down to cup her ass, giving it a firm squeeze. "Deal, I will be there tomorrow during lunch." he said, his voice low and husky. He pressed a final, searing kiss to her lips before reluctantly letting her go. "Now get home before
I change my mind and fuck you right here on the sidewalk," he growled playfully. Anna quickly planted a quick goodbye kiss on his cheek and then walked towards her house. Her dressed swayed along with her hips as she walked. She smiled at him over her shoulder.
Zack watched her walk away; his green eyes fixed on the sway of her hips. He leaned against the wall; a stupid grin plastered on his face. "Fuck, I am a lucky bastard," he muttered to himself. He waited until she was out of sight before pushing off the wall and heading back inside. His father was waiting for him in the living room, but Zack barely noticed. His father is wearing a dark charcoal suit jacket over a light blue button-down shirt. The shirt was untucked and slightly wrinkles. Around his neck was a beige, tan tie with subtle diagonal stripes that hung loosely around his neck. He was leaning against the side of the couch, facing the front door. His posture was slouched and one of his hands was tucked into his pant pocket. "Can it wait?" Zack asked, distractedly, already thinking about tomorrow's plans. His father just shook his head with a knowing smile. "You are really smitten with this girl, aren't you? He asked. Zack flopped down onto the couch, a dreamy look on his face. His father turned to look at him. "She is perfect, and tomorrow... Fuck, tomorrow is going to be amazing." Zack said simply.
"I hope you are being careful, Zack," his father said seriously. Zack rolled his eyes at his father's words. "Careful? He scoffed. "Dad, I am always careful." He leaned back on the couch, stretching his arms above his head. "Besides, she is not like the others," he said, his tone softening slightly. "She is special." His father sat down beside him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "I know she is, but that does not mean you can be reckless." Zack sighed, turning to look at his father. "I am not being reckless, I just... I really like her," he insisted. He paused, a rare moment of Vulnerability crossing his face. "She makes me want to be a better person," he admitted quietly. His father smiled and squeezed his shoulder. "Then be careful for her sake, and for yours," he said.