"My parents think you’re adorable," Jocilyn said, laying across the guest bed in her pajamas.
"They’re nice," Zac said unbuttoning his shirt and taking it off his shoulders. "And your mom’s a really good cook." He lifted the undershirt off his body and tossed it on his bag.
Jocilyn lowered her eyes to his arms. "Mm hmm."
"I can’t believe we have to drive back tomorrow already," Zac said finding a t-shirt in his bag to put on with his pajama pants.
She got off the bed and went up behind him. "Don’t put that on," she smiled taking his shirt from him.
Zac looked over his shoulder at her. "What?"
She wrapped her arms around his waist and placed a kiss on the back of his shoulder. "Do you sleep naked?" She asked running her fingers across his lower stomach underneath the waistband of his pants.
He looked down at her hand disappearing beneath the flannel pants he wore low on his hips. "Mm," he let out a tiny moan. "I uh.. I don’t generally sleep naked."
"Hm," she breathed right below his ear. She kissed his neck and slowly ran the tip of her tongue along the curve of his neck.
"God," Zac breathed. "Your.. your hands are cold," he whispered as her hand traveled down his body.
"Oh," she said, taking her hand out of his pants. "I’m sorry."
"No," he held onto her hand and slid it down his stomach again. "It feels good," he said quietly.
"Really?" She smiled.
"Wait," Zac’s eyes flew open. "No, no it doesn’t," he said turning around to face her. "Because we’re in your parents house, and.. and that would be weird."
"What would be weird?" She whispered.
"Having your hand down my pants," he whispered back.
"Mm," she furrowed her brow and let out a frustrated moan. "Please?"
Zac laughed and went over to sit on the bed. "Well normally, you wouldn’t have to ask." He reached out and pulled her by the waist so she stood right in front of him.
She smoothed down his hair while he looked up at her. "They’re all the way downstairs. We’re in college. It’s not like they’re gonna come check on us," she assured him.
"You really want me, don’t you," he smiled.
"Shut up," she laughed, gently pushing him on his back. "You always say that."
"Because I’m making sure. I’m like, in denial that you like me," he told her.
"Why don’t you think I like you?" She asked, kneeling over him on the bed so she was straddling his hips.
He lowered his eyes to her position on top of him. "Well, now I do."
She smiled and leaned down to place her lips on his collarbone. "You sure?"
"It’s just that you’re all beautiful and perfect and stuff," he said looking up at the ceiling.
She lifted her head to look at him. "Aw. You think I’m and stuff?" She asked before trailing her kisses across his cheek and over to his lips.
"I just.. I don’t know," he said between kisses.
"Well I like you. So get over it," she told him. She resumed kissing him as her hand continued its path down his body. She trailed her fingers underneath his waistband and felt that he was already growing hard beneath her hand. She pushed the front of his pants down a little and brought her hand up his shaft.
"Mm-oh my God," Zac mumbled against Jocilyn’s mouth.
"I can stop if you want me to," she said quietly.
"No," he kissed her again. "Oh my God, are you kidding?" He drew in a deep breath when she teased the underside of his penis with her fingertip. She closed her fingers around it and rubbed up and down. Teasing the head with her thumb, Jocilyn’s hand continued to stroke his arousal. Zac’s breathing sped up as she trailed her tongue down the middle of his chest, stopping along the way to kiss his tan skin. "Jocilyn.. do you want.. mm.. do you want me to tell you?" Zac asked quietly.
"Tell me what?"
"Holy shit," he breathed as he came. He let out a few deep breaths as Jocilyn watched him until he opened his eyes. "That I was gonna do that," he told her.