"I would prefer a purple Vespa, thank you," Anna said playfully. "And if I get bored, I will just have to give you a ride." Her voice became more seductive and she glanced at Zack over her shoulder. Zack's green eyes flash with heat at the suggestive undertone in Anna's voice. A low chuckle rumbles in his chest as he steers her toward the stairs, his grip on her waist becoming more possessive. "A purple Vespa? Of course you would," he said with mock exasperation. "And yeah, you can give me a ride anytime you want. In fact, I insist on it." His steps become deliberate as they ascend the staircase, each stair bringing them closer to his bedroom. The air grows thicker with tension, charged with unspoken promises. "Just so we are clear," he murmurs against her ear as they reach the landing. "When you give me a ride, it won't be just driving somewhere. We will be doing plenty of other things along the way." His hand slides from her waist to rest on the small of her back, guiding her down the hallway toward his room.
"Who says anything about going anywhere? I wasn't talking about giving you a ride on something," Anna said seductively. She walked ahead of him and turned to look at him right outside his bedroom door. "I meant I would ride you," she clarified, her gaze roaming over his body. Zack's breath catches audibly at her bold statement, his pupils dilating in the dim hallway light. The playful teasing vanishes entirely, replaced by raw hunger that makes his hands fist at his sides. "Jesus Christ, Anna," he rasps, leaning forward until his forehead rests against the doorframe next to her head. "You can't say things like that and expect me to keep functioning normally." His voice drops to a gravelly whisper as he cages her against the wall with his arms braced on either side of her. The heat radiating from his body is intense enough to feel through their clothes. "Say it again," he demands roughly. "Tell me exactly what you mean when you say you will ride me." His hips press forward instinctively, pinning her between his body and the cool wood of the door. The hard ridges of his erection strains against the denim of his jeans, betraying just how much her word affect him.
Anna gasps lightly when Zack pins her to his bedroom door. "If I get bored, I will just have to ride your big cock," she said clearly, looking deep into his green eyes. Her browns eyes darken with desire, and she wraps her arms around is shoulders. The final remnants of Zack's self-control evaporate completely at Anna's explicit words. A guttural sound escapes his throat, half-groan and half-laugh, as her arms snake around his neck. His hands leave the doorframe to bracket her face, tilting her head up to meet his intense gaze. "That's it," he breathes against her lips, his own parting slightly. "That is exactly what I have been dreaming about hearing from you." His mouth crashes down on hers in a desperate kiss that tastes of adrenaline and pent-up desire. His one hand tangles in her brown hair while the other slides possessively down her back to cup her ass through the fabric of her jeans. "I am not letting you get bored," he vows between kisses that grow hungrier with each passing second. "I am going to fuck you so thoroughly you forget your own name."
Zack's hands move to Anna's ass, lifting her up so her legs instinctively wrap around his waist. He opens his bedroom door and walks inside, carry Anna with him, then he kicked his bedroom door shut behind him. The bedroom door clicks shut with a definitive thud, sealing them inside the intimate space where light from the setting sun outside casts long shadows across the bed. Zack carries Anna effortlessly across the room, her weight feeling perfect against him as her legs lock firmly around his waist. He doesn't bother setting her down gently; instead, deposits her directly onto his dark blue sheets with a soft bounce. The springs creak under their combined weight as he follows immediately after, crawling over her until he is positioned between her knees. His hands make quick work of pulling of his plain blue hoodie, which Anna is wearing and tossing it aside without looking where it lands. The purple strappy shirt underneath rides up slightly as he settles against her hips. "You are wearing way too many clothes," he complains playfully, fingers already working on the button of her jeans.
"So are you," Anna countered, her hands moving to the hem of his black Metallica shirt. Just as he finished unbuttoning and unzipping her skinny jeans, she lifted his shirt up and over his head. Zack lifts his arms willingly as her hands push his black Metallica shirt upward, allowing her to strip it off completely. The black fabric falls forgotten onto the floor beside his hoodie. Now bare-chested, he kneels over her on the bed, giving her an unrestricted view of his torso. "Better?" he asks with a smug grin, flexing his abs slightly for dramatic effect. "I work out for a reason, you know." His own hands don't stop their mission either. He manages to successfully slide her skinny jeans and black laced panties down past her hips and ankles. The denim joins their growing pile of discarded clothing on the floor. With Anna now lying beneath his in just her purple strappy shirt and nothing else, Zack lowers himself full onto the mattress. His elbows frame her head as he hovers inches above her face. "God you are gorgeous," he said appreciatively.
Anna reaches for the hem of her purple strappy shirt and pulled it over her head, as she lifted her body off the mattress, her lips lightly touch Zack's cheek. Zack's breath hitches visually as the purple strappy shirt comes off, revealing the delicate black lace bra framing her breasts. His green eyes drink in the sight of her, dark green irises fixed on the swell of flesh above the intricate fabric. "Holly shit," he breathes out, voice thick with undisguised appreciation. "You wear that under you clothes every day? How am I supposed to concentrate on anything when you look like this?"