Playing With Fire

“Why are you taking so many coats and hats?” Zack said as he pulled out my heavy Carhartt out of my suitcase.

I unintentionally scoffed and peaked around my shoulder at him. His obviousness to the rest of the world made me smile. He stood in the faint light of my bedroom over my bed that was scattered with suitcases and duffel bags. I stood at my closet opposite of my bed, scanning through, making sure I had everything I needed for my two week “vacation.”

“It’s December. It’s cold in Missouri, Zacky.” I laughed as I walked over to him, standing directly in front of him. I gently grabbed out of his calloused hands and held it.

I glanced up at Zack to see his eyes following mine. He had an unfamiliar look in his eyes. They were softer than normal, almost filled with a look of desire; a look of lust. His lips curled up ever so slightly when he noticed I caught his stare, but he didn’t look away. The setting sun in the window caught his green eyes just right, they almost danced in the beams.

I looked down and laughed awkwardly, not knowing how long Zack and I had been standing there like that. I stepped away and threw the coat back in the suitcase quickly before turning on my heels towards my closet.

“Also, fold that and put it back the way it was. I don’t need you fucking up my shit,” I said over my shoulder to him. I heard him snicker and pick up the bulky material, folding it as best as he could. I looked back and it was placed neatly in the suitcase. One corner of my mouth involuntarily pulled into a grin and I quickly shook it away before turning to him.

“Thank you, love.”

I gulped so hard, he probably heard it. Why did I just call him love? What the hell, Cailey Jo? I looked up just in time to see him flashing his sweet dimples and nodding in response.

“You guys getting ready to head out?” my mom appeared, standing in the doorway. I looked at Zack and he nodded.

“Yeah, just getting princess here some last minute things,” he winked. My mother wholeheartedly laughed, agreeing that I was indeed a princess.

I rolled my eyes and I started to zip up my duffel bag as Zack started to zip my suitcase. He held out his hand, gesturing for me to give him my bag, but my instinct said to lace my fingers with him. I shoved my duffel bag in his hand before that thought occupied my mind for a second more.

My mom hugged me tightly, and much longer than usual.

“Be safe,” she whispered into my ear once Zack got out of earshot. “In more ways than one.”

I pulled back and looked at her, disgust written on my face like an English final.

“Ew mom! Don’t ever say that to me again,” I began to walk toward the front door where I heard Zack’s car running, assuming he was just waiting on me.

“Oh c’mon Cailey, I saw the way he was looking at you earlier. And he called you princess, how cute is that! Cailey Jo Baker, that flows so well,” she began to raise her voice the closer I got to the front door.

“Bye mom! Bye Clayton!” I yelled louder towards my brother who was hiding out in the basement. I heard a faint voice yell back, not able to make out exact words. Clayton had grown less and less fond of Zack the closer and closer Zack and I got. Clayton was sure his intentions were impure but I knew better.

I sauntered down the steps, seeing Zack’s car idling in the driveway. He sat in the driver’s seat, fiddling with the radio. He shuttered as I opened the passenger door and slid in. I looked up and saw my mom standing on the front porch, waving. Zack casually waved back at her and smiled.

“I love your mom, she’s hilarious,” Zack giggled to himself. I shook my head and snickered, recalling what she said to me a few minutes earlier.

Once we got on the highway towards Los Angeles, Zack reached into his backseat, pulling a styrofoam cup from the cup holder.

“Here, I brought you something for the drive,” he handed it to me. I glanced at him, wondering what the hell he was handing me. “Drink it, nerd.”

I took a short sip, immediately recognizing the bitter flavor and the syrup texture. My best friend Jack and his buddy Coke.

“You’re the best,” I said before taking another long gulp.

“Easy there, killer. Don’t throw up before we get to the hotel,” Zack chuckled.

Most of hour drive was occupied by our loud, obnoxious singing to NOFX and Rancid, along with brief periods of silence. I sipped my drink and watched cars pass us without a care in the world. I took a hard sip and suddenly, the syrup stopped coming. I shook the cup.

“Oh Mr. Bartender. I’m out of my drank,” I looked at Zack with a sullen look. His features wavered slightly, and suddenly, there was two Zack Baker’s sitting in the driver’s seat next to me. “Woah,” I involuntarily said aloud.

“Told you to take it easy,” Zack laughed. “We’re almost there, I’ll make some more.”

Within minutes, my luggage was being dropped onto the hotel room floor, along with Zack’s backpack of clothes for the night.

“Okay we made it, now make me some more,” I shook my empty cup in front of his face as I simultaneously shook my hips. He playfully rolled his eyes and grabbed my cup. He pulled out the squared glass bottle.

“Wait,” I stopped him as he took the lid off. “You have to catch up to me first,” a devious grin spread across our faces. He nodded.

“Fine. But first, we take shots.” He pulled out two small glasses and poured the brown syrup in each.

Within minutes, four shots had slithered down our throats and I could feel my eyes begin to get visibly bloodshot and my balance begin to waver.

“Okay, now you guzzle a drink while I go take a shower. And have one ready for me when I get done,” I said, rising from the bed Zack remained on. I sauntered over to the bathroom which was directly across from the bed. I began to shut the door, but left it open just enough to where Zack could see my silhouette undressing.

I stood in the mirror, examining my eyes, which had become littered with little red veins. I continued down to look at my breasts and my toned stomach until movement in the mirror caught my eye. I looked up to see Zack’s, who was still sitting on the bed.

If I could see him, he could see me. Butt ass naked.

I walked out of the bathroom in just a towel, feeling refreshed but drunker than before. I walked over to my suitcase that sat on the floor, attempting to pick it up but failing miserably. Zack appeared, drink still in hand. He picked it up with one hand and set it on the bed without a word.

“Thanks,” I said almost in a whisper as Zack set his drink on the end table next to the bed, his other hand already placed on my bare hip. I instinctively placed my hands on his hips as he slowly leaned down and gently placed his lips on mine. His cold lip rings startled me, sending a shiver down my spine. I felt him smirk against my mouth as he gripped my hips tighter.

“Why do you do this to me?” Zack asked between kisses, almost in a rhetorical tone. I nibbled at his bottom lip in response. I instinctively wrapped my arms around his neck, causing our kiss to deepen instantly. I felt the towel around my body getting looser and looser, ready to hit the floor at any moment.

Zack’s left hand moved slowly to the outside of my thigh, tracing up and down with the tips of his fingers. I felt his body weight lean slightly forward, causing me to lay back on the bed. My towel then slid open and Zack pulled away. He glanced down at my nude body and looked back up at me. Lust and desire filled his eyes, just like earlier.

After a few more minutes of kisses and getting familiar with each other’s bodies, I slid Zack’s shirt over his head. He began kissing my neck, across my chest, stopping briefly at my breasts before carrying on down my stomach. He kissed every inch on the way down and hesitated when he got to my waist. He gripped my hips again, looking at me for confirmation. I nodded vigorously.

I felt one finger slide slowly into me, causing me to let out a sigh. He wiggled his finger, making me squirm slightly. After a few minutes, he pulled out his one finger and two entered this time. A small moan escaped my mouth when his tongue slightly flicked at my clit.

What felt like years passed, and just as I was about to cum from Zack getting rougher and rougher, he got up and I heard his jeans hit the floor. He positioned himself between my legs and again, looked at me for confirmation. I nodded, biting at my bottom lip.

“Are you sure?”

“Positive.”

Zack slowly slid into me, causing me to let out a much louder moan. It had been a while, and Zack felt much bigger than I anticipated. He thrusted gently at first, getting more rough as my moans got quieter and my breathing got slower and less labored. He leaned down and let his lip crash hard into mine. My hands cupped his face and passionately kissed him like I’ve never kissed anyone.

Zack leaned back up and pulled me to the edge of the bed, standing up now. He was going much harder and much faster, my moans not affecting him anymore. A devious smile spread across his face. He liked hearing how well he was doing. I bit hard on my lip to keep from outright screaming. Oh, how badly I wanted to say those three words. I just want to tell him, but I couldn’t make any other sounds.

Minutes later, Zack collapsed on the bed next to me, sweat beading on his forehead and his breath heavy. He looked over at me and slightly smiled.

“I’m gonna hop in the shower,” he said, grabbing his backpack off the floor and heading to the bathroom. I pulled the large comforter out and climbed into bed, not bothering to put on clothes.

I slowly drifted to sleep to the sound of the water splashing and Zack’s quiet humming. I could get used to this.

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Title credit: Alina Baraz "Fantasy"