Coda 02 -A to Z

lips on my stomach. Zach’s hair is still wet, and cold drops fall on my skin. He’s lyin’ between my legs, and his tongue is movin’ over the tattoo on my stomach. I’m immediately painfully hard.
    “You’re awake,” he says quietly and moves lower. My breath catches. My hips arch up toward him. He’s already anticipated me, and before I expect it, I’m pushin’ through his lips, feelin’ his tongue movin’ around my head.
    I grab his hair before I even know what I’m doin’. I feel bad about it right away, though. Know how much I hate it when guys do it to me. “Is this okay?” I manage to ask.
    He stops and looks up at me in surprise, and I wish I kept my mouth shut. He smiles. “Of course.” He puts his tongue on the bottom of my shaft, licks all the way up to the top. “Is this okay?”
    Can’t believe he’s teasin’ me. I clench my fingers in his hair. “Zach, please….”

    “What?”

    I push his head back down. Not too hard. Not to be mean. Push just a little and say, “More, Zach.”

    He smiles at me. “Anything you want.” His mouth closes over me again.
    Seems like everything’s more intense with him. The water drippin’ onto my stomach is cold enough to give me goose bumps, but his mouth is so warm. He spends a lot of time circlin’ my ridge with his tongue, teasin’ that soft spot below my slit. Sucks hard but only on the head. Pressure builds and builds, and I have to push deeper, but when I try, his hands hold my hips to the bed. I try to push his head, but he won’t let me. Just teases ’round the top, over and over, ’til I cry out, “Zach!” Actually feel him smile then, and the pressure on my hips is suddenly gone. I thrust up. I push his head down. That sudden warmth slidin’ down my length is overwhelmin’. Like a damn breakin’. Orgasm hits me so hard, I almost cry out. Bite down on my lip hard enough to taste blood. Pull his hair so hard, I think it’s gonna come out in my hands. He just pulls me in deeper, holds my hips so I can’t pull away. That beautiful agony tears through me, out of me, into him, and still he holds me there, until all that’s left is the shakin’, and I’m tryin’ to catch my breath.
    When I open my eyes again, he’s smilin’ down at me. He kisses me, licks my swollen lip. “You can pull my hair anytime, Ang.”
    He starts to get up then, and I grab his arm. “Zach, I should—”
    “There’s no ‘should’, Ang.” He smiles at me but pulls away, goes to his bag, and starts diggin’ for clothes. “We’ll have time later. We need to get going. We’re already late.”
    Never been with anyone who would give and not want somethin’ back. Makes me want to do somethin’ for him even more. But he’s right. Matt will be waitin’ for us. I sit up and watch him as he gets dressed. “What’s the plan today?”
    “We can finish painting, and then we need to find a place to live.”

    I feel panic flutterin’ in my chest, like a bird tryin’ to break free. “A place to live?” I ask stupidly.
    “We can’t stay in this motel forever. There’s a house for rent up by Matt and Jared, and I saw another one in Lizzy’s neighborhood, but we probably can’t afford that. Or Jared said there are apartments up the hill. Or those ones across the street, but they look pretty small.”
    He’s plannin’ on livin’ together? That voice in my head is suddenly yellin’ for me to run hard and fast. The bird in my chest is thrashin’ like crazy. Panic buildin’ so fast I think I might choke on it. It’s hard to breathe.
    “Ang?” I open my eyes to find him lookin’ down at me. “Are you coming? We have to go.”

    “Right.” I take a deep breath, fight back the panic. By the time I’m dressed, I’ve almost forgotten the whole incident.

    Almost. But not quite.

Zach…
    I COULD tell something was bothering Angelo when we left the motel. We were in my car headed for the store when I finally asked, “What’s wrong, Ang?”
    “Nothin’.” But he wasn’t looking at me when he said it. “You can tell me, you know.”
“Don’t know what you’re talkin’ ’bout.”
    “Okay.” I didn’t believe him. I could tell by the set of his shoulders and the fact that he wouldn’t meet my eyes that something was wrong. I was worried that he was already having regrets about the night before.
    Once we were at the store and painting, he relaxed again, but only because Matt was there. He was barely speaking to me, and I