Her lips were soft just like I had imagined; the taste of cherries still strong on my tongue. God, she tasted like heaven and the best part hadn’t even started. A tremor shook my body as I imagined what her pussy would taste like. My dick hardened as I thought of spreading her legs and plunging my tongue in her, tasting her, eating her. God, she was driving me crazy.

“Zack?” She bit her bottom lip, her cheeks a flaming red. Another tremor racked through me. My name sounded so good coming out of her mouth. What I’d give to hear her scream it.

I cleared my throat, my body uncomfortably hot, and smirked. “Yeah?”

She gawked up at me, her cobalt-blue eyes alive with desire. “I need you.”

She bit her lip, nibbling on the soft flesh. My smirk widened. With a trembling hand, I grabbed the back of her neck and brought her face to mine, crashing our lips together. She moaned as I kissed her, the sweet taste of cherry chaptstick intoxicating my senses. Her tiny hands snaked around my neck, fingers entangling themselves in my hair. She tugged, gently at first but steadily her grip on my hair tightened as I deepened the kiss.

“Fuck!” I hissed as she started rubbing herself against my hardened dick. I growled, unable to hold back the animalistic urge that had overcome me. I let go of her neck and clamped my hands around her hips, my nails digging into her soft skin and pulled her to me. Instantly, she pressed her body closer to me, her hand untangling from my hair.

“Jesus fuck, Amelia!” she slipped a hand into my jeans, stroking my dick through my boxers.

Another growl escaped my lips as I pushed her backwards, watching her body sink into the mattress. Before she could react, I crawled on top of her, my fingers trailing against the inside of her thigh, inching closer to her soaked panties.

I licked my lips and watched her squirm as my fingers trailed over her folds. Whimpering, she closed her eyes and bit her lip as I gently started rubbing her clit through her panties. Wanting to feel more of her, I slipped a finger under the band and slid it along her dripping wet cunt, a smirk playing along my lips as I realised just how wet she was.

“Zack!” her eyes flew open as I slid a finger inside her and steadily started building up speed. Instantly her body trembled and I added another finger; my ego rising with every moan she uttered.

I could feel her get closer to climaxing, her walls tightening around my fingers as I expertly worked them inside her. God, she felt so good I was practically bursting to bury myself in her. I glanced up at her and met her eyes, a smirk returning to my lips. Just as she was about to release, I slid my fingers out, denying her, her release.

She whimpered. Good, I was going to make her beg for this. My eyes never left her face, my smirk never disappearing.

“How badly do you want it?” Her mouth flew open and a deep red spread across her face. Good, just what I wanted.

She opened her mouth, closed it again and opened it once more, her blush deepening. “Zack, baby, wake up.”

I furrowed my brow, confusion setting in. “What?”

“Baby, wake up,” she said again, her voice shrill and un-Amelia-like. I shuddered. What the fuck was going on here?

“Zack!”

A cold hand gripped my shoulder and violently shook me. Instantly, my eyelids fluttered opened and the warm mid-morning sunlight greeted my eyes. I blinked, uncertainty washing over me. Where the fuck was I?

I blinked once more and without moving, gazed around the room. Realisation hit me as I recognised my bedroom. Fuck! I mentally cursed. It had all been just a dream!

“Baby?”

I groaned inwardly. Fuck! What the fuck was she still doing here? Ignoring her, I rolled over onto my side and threw a pillow over my head.

“Zack?” She moaned, sounding more like a beached whale than sexy. I held back the urge to gag. My name sounding wrong.

“Zack, baby, I know you’re awake,” she tried again and scooted closer to me, the mattress dipping under her weight. Suddenly, she started trailing her hand down my side, her fingers tracing invisible patterns against my skin as she moved her hand further down my body.

I pinched my eyes shut and groaned. A headache was slowly starting to form. Great. Today was promising. Annoyed at this rude awakening, I rolled over onto my back and caught her hand, stopping her in her tracks.

“What the fuck are you still doing here?” I spat, my eyes still closed.

“Baby, I thought we could,” I felt her walk her fingers of her free hand up my thigh. “You know.”

I opened my eyes and looked at her through narrowed slits, my other hand sweeping her hand off my thigh. Was she fucking serious? I shuddered at the thought of fucking her again, my stomach squeezing with disgust.

“Fuck off Jordan, I got what I needed last night.”

“Zack!”

I pinched my eyes shut and tried to ignore the full-blown headache. “I said get lost.”
I closed my eyes and rolled back onto my side. It was too fucking early to put up with this shit.

“Fuck you!” her voice cracked, hurt evident in her tone. The mattress dipped once more as she moved, probably getting off the bed.

“Some other time,” I threw up my arm and dismissively waved her off, not once did I bother turning around.

“You fucking jerk!” Jordan screamed as something hard hit my head.

I bolted up in bed, the pillow falling to the ground and narrowed my eyes at the trembling redhead, my jaw clenched. With precise movements, I threw off the blanket and climbed out of bed, my anger boiling. Calmly, I strolled over to her, a small smile playing at the corners of my lips as I watched her back up ever so slightly.

“Get. Out.” I gripped her arm, my fingers viciously pressing into her skin.

“Ow, Zack! Let go!” she writhed in my grasp, her eyes glossing over with tears. I was probably hurting her, but I didn’t care. My patience had run out.

Still gripping her arm, I bent down to retrieve her shit and threw them at her. Silent tears were dribbling down her cheeks but all I could do was sneer. She was fucking pathetic. Once all her shit was tucked under her arm, I yanked the door open and threw her out the room, letting go of her arm once she had stepped over the doorframe. Without saying another word, let alone sparing her another glance, I slammed the door shut in her face and returned to my bed.

I fell onto the bed, face first. The day had just begun and already I was done with it. I sighed and rolled over, rubbing my hands down my face. With another sigh, I stretched out a hand and recklessly searched my nightstand for my phone.

As soon as my fingers trailed over it, I snatched it up and brought it to my face, turning it on. 11:15 am. I groaned. I could still be sleeping! I shook the thought of Jordan away, not wanting to be reminded. No, I needed a distraction.

After a moment of silent contemplation, I dialled Brian’s number and waited. Maybe he was awake and wanted to do something, besides I wanted to know what happened last night.

The phone rang but no answer. I tried again to no avail.

“Ugh!” I threw the phone back onto the nightstand. Fuck it, guess I’d just try and go back to sleep! I rolled over onto my side and closed my eyes but as soon as they were closed, she popped into my mind. Amelia. Perfect, fuckable Amelia. My eyes flew open once more and my jaw clenched as remembered who she went home with.

“Fuck this!” frustrated I rolled out of bed and began rummaging amongst the discarded items of clothing that littered my floor; throwing on a Misfit t-shirt and a pair of black jeans before shrugging on my pair of shoes.

Without a second thought, I snatched my car keys from my desk and bolted downstairs and out the house. Urgently, I threw open the car door and jumped in, revving the car to life before the door was even closed. With squealing tires, I reversed the car out of the driveway and sped down the road.

A good ten minutes later I rounded the corner to her house, my anticipation growing. Get a fucking hold of yourself, Baker! I mentally chided myself, unsure of where this excitement was coming from. I ignored myself and instead chose to give in to my excitement. Eagerly, I pressed the acceleration pedal further in and smiled as the needle on the speedometer rose, the car whining and groaning as I refused to change gears. Within seconds I had reached Amelia’s house but my excitement quickly disappeared.

“What the fuck!” My grip on the steering wheel tightened as I noticed a car parked outside her house. Who the fuck was here? I parked next to the car, my eyes scrutinising it. Whose fucking car was this? A new wave of anger washed over me as I realised whose car that was. Brian’s.

My gazed switched from the car to the house and back to the car again, my anger growing. What the fuck? Without so much as getting out, I threw the car into reverse and sped away.

Brian had a lot of fucking explaining to do!

Notes

Okay, this may be riddled with grammar and spelling errors, so I do apologise for all of that. I promise to get around to editing this - again - very soon. Also, please excuse how fast the chapter moved along after the whole Jordan incident.

So, regardless of the above, I hope you all enjoy! As always, show some love - comment, subscribe and vote!

C.H. Sullivan

Title Cred: California - Hollywood Undead