Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 3

that long messes with a man's blood circulation to other areas, like the filter for his mouth.
    Zack turned around and gave me a small smile. "About that, I lied earlier. I have no plan and thought I could make up something as we went. I wanted you and couldn't wait anymore. Watching you play earlier, it was captivating. I love how into the game you get; you play with your whole body, and watching you is always so intense. I've been dying to see if that intensity would transfer over to more intimate activities." He gave a sly grin. "And you're the best storyteller, the way you keep the story going even as you roll the dice, or how quick you are to react to the other players. I can't help but wonder what you'd say during sex… do you talk dirty?"
    Oh, fuck me with a basketball, he'd been thinking of me and sex? Thinking leads to expectations, which can lead to disappointments, which added so much pressure to perform well. I mean, I wanted to fuck him like an all-star anyway so he'd want repeat performances. Dirty talk, though? Not sure I could pull that off. There was a fine line between 'dirty hot' and 'dirty gross.' I'd probably be 'dirty gross,' or worse, 'dirty boring.'
    "We don't have to have to sex on the first date, but you did seem open to the idea at the diner. We could just watch a movie or something. Up to you." Oh shit in a bucket, now he thinks my hesitation is because I'm not interested.
    I needed to think quickly to show I was very interested but not seem too desperate. "I would have let you fuck me in the backseat, before dinner even." Mission: Don't Seem Slutty. Fail. Try again. "It doesn't really count as a date if you blackmailed the person into going on said date." Oh dear lord, I needed to just shut the fuck up and stop talking. You've wanted to go on a date with him for months; don't play coy now. Who cares how he asked you out, just get to the sex. "I'm not one of those queens that have a stupid sex rule, like three dates first. Even if I did, I'd break it for you," I said in what I hoped was a teasingly seductive manner. That was kind of smooth… a little slutty, a little sweet. Let's be honest: I'm no saint and currently hornier than fuck. "If it feels right, why not just do it?"
    "In the backseat? Damn, if I'd known you were that easy, well… I still would have wanted to eat first," he whispered in my ear. When'd he get so close? I could feel his warm breath against my cheek. I could easily turn my head and kiss him. And I wanted to kiss him badly, so I did. A gentle brush of lips, at first, quickly turned into a hard mashing of lips that couldn't get close enough and a tangling of tongues as they sensually caressed against each other. The way Zack kissed me was mind-blowing, or maybe I blacked out for a moment. One minute I was standing there moaning into Zack's kiss, and the next I was laying on the hardwood floor, Zack still ravaging my mouth, his body pressing on top of mine. I had my legs wrapped around his waist, our cocks rubbing against each other. We were still clothed, unfortunately.
    I was dazed and my only thought was getting Zack naked—and hopefully inside me—and the quickest way to get what I wanted was to demand it. "Naked, now!" I growl-moaned as I pulled out of the kiss. It might not have been the most complete sentence but I knew he got the message when he stood up, forcing me to unwrap my legs from around his waist. He reached out his hand and helped me up. I wobbled for a couple of seconds like a drunken penguin. Zack helped to steady me before grabbing my hand and jerking me behind him, I assumed towards the bedroom or someplace more comfortable to ravage each other.
    I was right. He led me into the bedroom. I'm sure it was nice but all I noticed was the large sleigh bed. It had a wood frame with drawers on the bottom, and the mattress had to be three feet off the floor. My mind immediately went to all the wonderful things we could do on that bed, but where to start? It would probably be best to start with Zack, but where was he, and why wasn't he touching me and ripping my clothes apart? I quickly scanned the room and saw Zack kneeling down and rummaging around inside his closet. I walked to him and looked over his shoulder to see what was more important than getting sweaty and naked. Holy Fucking Draczard! He had a huge cardboard box of condoms in his closet. I was so busy staring at the box trying to guestimate how many condoms were in there, I didn't notice