You know i make you wanna scream..

I stood in my kitchen, cooking food for Zacky and I, thinking about how great things had become so quick. I was so happy.
I walked over to the fridge to get the ingredients I needed for tagliatelle carbonara, and walked back over to the kitchen island to prepare them. As I began chopping up ham, I felt hands on my outer thighs, rubbing up and down softly and gently. I bit my lip, and giggled as Zacky kissed my jaw, smiling, 'My girlfriend makes a pretty sexy chef.'
I smiled, 'You haven't tasted it yet. It could be horrible.'
He chuckled, 'that's not possible.' I pushed my hips backwards so I could feel his growing length between my ass cheeks. I bit my lip, trying to resist how I felt.
'Fuck this, I can't wait till tonight.' Zacky said, a sexy tone in his voice, as he swiped the food to the side of the island and spun me around so I was facing him, in a matter of seconds.

He then lifted me onto the kitchen island and kissed me passionately, a low moan escaping his throat when I ran my hands through his hair roughly and wrapped my legs around him.
As he began to kiss my neck and work his way down, I stopped him.
'My go.' I giggled, as I jumped off the counter and got on my knees in front of him. I looked up at him seductively, before pulling down his boxers and his grey tracksuit, and letting him free.
I kissed the top of it gently, before putting my mouth around him, and moving up and down him gently, my tongue flicking around the top of it passionately. He moaned my name as he held my hair at the back of my head, gently moving his hips in and out, as I took more of him in my mouth, sucking harder and harder each time.
'Eleanor,' he groaned, breathlessly, 'stop, I won't last much longer.'
I stopped, and looked up at him, pouting.
He smiled lazily, 'I can think of something better to do.'

I stood up, and he pulled my sweatpants and panties down, and bent down to pick up my panties. I frowned as he stood with them in his hand.
'What are you doing with them?' I giggled, unsure of what his plan was.
'Turn around.' he whispered, so I turned around, so my back was to him.
'Put your hands behind your back.' I did so, and I felt him put my panties around my wrists and tie them tightly.
There I stood, naked, in my kitchen, bent over against my kitchen island, hands tied behind my back with my panties. I liked it.
I closed my eyes, waiting for him to enter me, anticipating it.
He gently filled me, as I moaned quietly. He put his hands on my lower waist, for support for the both of us.
He began to go faster and faster, again groaning my name loudly as he pushed into me deeply, his nails digging into my waist as he thrusted roughly.
I was completely out of control, my hands tied behind my back, as he continued to fuck me hard.

I screamed as I orgasmed, and he thrusted into me gently as he came, mumbling an incoherent rendition of my name.
I lay,still standing and tied up, stomach down on the counter, exhausted from the antics which had just taken place in my own kitchen, while Zacky leaned against my back, catching his breath. I winced slightly as he pulled out, and he then untied my wrists. I stood up, feeling tired, and turned around.
'That was fun.' he smirked.
'I never thought you were that kinky. But I liked it.' I bit my lip as I bent over to pick up my sweatpants.
'You know it, baby.' he smacked my ass as I stood up. I giggled, 'I'm hungry after all that exercise.'
He grinned widely, 'Same here. Shame the food got kinda ruined thanks to me pushing it off the counter.'
'It was worth it.'

We lay on the couch together, talking, while watching some film that we weren't even interested in. Zacky looked me in the eyes. 'I have another thing to ask you.'
My stomach flipped slightly. 'Um,okay? What's up?'
Zacky sighed, 'Well, the guys sometimes bring their girlfriends or wives on tour, and since this is the first time in a while I'm with a girl that's not stalkerish, and also because Matt text me earlier suggsting I invite you, I was wondering, would you like to come on tour with me?'
I sat, staring at Zacky, speechless. 'A-are you s-serious?'
He nodded. 'Of course. I'd miss you too much otherwise.'
I grinned. 'I'd love to, but work may be an issue.'
He frowned. 'Well, it's only 3 weeks of touring we have left, so could you not take it as holiday leave?'
I smiled, relieved. 'Suppose. I'd be honoured to, anyways.'

Notes