She let them into her apartment, her hands starting to tremble when she fumbled with the keys. “Can you do me a favor?” she asked once they were inside.
“Anything.”
“Can you silence your phone? Like, all the way do-not-disturb?”
He closed in on her. His hand slithered behind her waist and kneaded into her back, warm and strong. “Baby, I silenced it before I even left my house.”
“Well look at those private school manners kicking in,” she said.
“You better silence yours,” he warned. “No one likes a ringing phone from the audience.”
She reached between them and grabbed the front of his pants, feeling the outline of his already hard cock. “This show’s audience participation, remember?”
“Participation, not disruption,” he said, following her into the bedroom. “So uncouth,” he muttered, tutting.
“Wooooow,” she said. “I didn’t come here to be insulted.” She laid on her bed and rolled away, turning her back. Zach slid in next to her and rolled her to face him. She tried to keep the act going, tried to pout, but she couldn’t now that she saw the look in his eyes.
“You’re so pretty,” he said, and kissed her. His lips were the sweetest pressure, warming her bone-deep. He trailed his fingertips from her temple to her cheek, tilted her by her chin to break the kiss. “You’re fucking gorgeous.”
She let out a long exhale, steadying herself. “Your hands are softer than they look. Help me take these off,” she said, trying to yank her leggings off. They felt oppressive. Anything keeping her separate from him had to go, right the fuck now.
Zach didn’t bother teasing her. He bared her to him straight away. She ached for his touch, and he didn’t leave her wanting. He pushed one finger into her, then another, and she moaned into the sweetness of it, of that relief after spending hours — honestly, the last couple of weeks — longing to be filled by him.
“You’re so wet for me. You need more than my fingers, don’t you? Oh, yeah you do.” She hissed as he curled his fingers against her g-spot on the way out of her, then circled that wetness on her clit.
“Do you like when I circle,” he asked, demonstrating, “or up and down?”
“Yes,” she panted.
“How about when I do this?” He gave her clit a gentle slap.
“Oh!” she said, not sure how she felt about that. “Do it again?”
Slap.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck. That felt way too good.”
“No such thing,” he said. He fucked her with his fingers again, thumbing her clit, pushing her to the edge and then stroking her g-spot just when she thought she couldn’t get hotter.
“Oh god,” she said. “You’re going to make me come so fast.”
She regretted her words when he pulled his fingers out of her. She was about to demand he put them back when he locked eyes with her, put his fingers in his mouth, and sucked.
The look on his face would be Camila’s dying thought, she was sure of it. He sighed in pleasure as if she was the best dessert he’d ever tasted.
“You fucking bastard,” she said, without meaning to.
She needed to shut up, because it seemed he was intent on prolonging her torment. He took off his shirt and then his own pants, leaving on his comically tented boxers. She felt too clothed now, but didn’t have much time to think about it before he finger fucked her again.
“Fuck, I’m coming. I’m coming,” she moaned. Her pleasure overtook her like a pounding wave, crashing into her over and over. Her walls tightened on Zach’s fingers and he pushed back, merciless, not letting her come down from the high yet.
She felt his kisses through the haze, charting a path between her hips and down, until he gave her clit the lightest flick of his tongue. He drew out her orgasm so long that it was almost painful. It was too much. Too much to feel so good with this man, so fast. She was panting, panic mixing with the pleasure, as he withdrew his fingers.
Camila thought of dressing in a hurry, feeling overexposed. Instead she settled for covering her bare half with the covers.
Zach gave her a look of disapproval. “Hey, I was watching that!”
Camila gave him a playful shove. “What, is my face not pretty enough to look at?”
“Oh, believe me, it is. I’ve been getting off thinking about that pretty face since the day I met you.”
Camila didn’t have time to work herself up over that, because Zach had sprung forth.
For someone sporting what looked like a very painful erection, Zach acted unhurried. He moved his hand languidly over the head of his cock, lavishing it with her wetness. Camila knew she couldn’t veil the hunger she felt, watching him work his shaft, twisting his fist around the head.
She wanted to hop on that dick.
“Here,” she said. “I’ll give you a treat.”
Stripping out of her top, Camila teased her breasts, mimicking Zach’s slow pace on himself with her own movements.
The show Zach was putting on for her began in earnest now. And it had a monologue.
“You’re so fucking pretty. Pretty face, pretty tits. Squeeze your nipples for me. Fuck yes, just like that.”
She trailed her fingers down her stomach, circled her navel.
“I want to watch you come again. Touch yourself for me. Let me watch you again.”
“You were supposed to do all the work,” she protested, but her fingers were already touching her clit and dipping into her pussy.
“Fuck, that’s it. You wish that were my fingers inside you, don’t you? Show me what you liked most.”
His strokes got faster, rougher. “Show me,” he asked again. Not demanding, not begging. Just compelling her.
“When you did this,” she whispered. She closed her eyes and thumbed her clit up and down, the tips of her other fingers barely inside her. She remembered how she’d ached a few minutes ago when he did that, how delicious it felt that he was pleasing her and denying her at the same time.
“You’re a quick study,” he quipped. “Now come for me.”
“You’re so bossy,” she breathed. “I’m close.”
Zach’s impatient groan was enough to push her over the edge. She came again amid a string of his curses, and as she caught her breath she watched him. The way his abs tightened as he came all over his hand and stomach, the way his lips parted, silent wonder one moment, absolute filth tumbling out the next. A ridiculous twinge of jealousy pricked at her, that she hadn’t gotten to touch him and use her hands and her mouth to elicit that from him.
“You’re pretty, too, by the way,” Camila said. Mostly because she had forgotten most of her vocabulary but could repeat a version of what he’d said, like a parrot.
“Thanks,” he said. He reached for her hand with his free one and kissed it. “Camila?”
“Yes?”
“Can you get me a towel or something?”
“Oh fuck, yeah, sorry.”
She gave him some space to clean up while she got dressed and wondered whether to shove an entire ice cube tray into her bra.
Zach had reset himself in record time, joining her in the kitchen while she stared into the freezer.
“Hey,” he said. His eyes were starry when he looked at her, his smile adorable and sleepy.
“Hey.”
He reached for her hand again. “I’ve gotta work the afternoon shift at the store. I hate that I have to rush off.”
She shrugged. “I had fun. See you again? Soon?” She wished she’d said less.
“Absolutely. I’ll text you.”
He pulled her in for a kiss that felt like it should be the start of round 2. “Thanks for the show,” she said, breaking the kiss.
“You’ve been a beautiful audience.”
After he left, Camila deadbolted her door, visualizing that all of her dumb, squishy feelings were on the other side, where they could not get to her.