The next couple of weeks went on without any problems. Zack spent Christmas on holiday with both of his parents and siblings in Greece and I spent it working at the bar. Zack came home just before New Years and we spent the day together and the night at a party before escaping to the bedroom to bring in the New Year in with a bang.

Now that the holidays are over, Avenged Sevenfold is about to leave for a tour that will stretch over four months and then, they will get a few weeks break before they start their summer tour across seas.

“Come with me,” Zack whispers beside me. His hot breath against my ear sends chills down my body.

Naked and wrapped in sheets, I roll over to face him. Last night’s make up is smeared and blotchy around his eyes which his black hair falls slightly into. “I wish I could,” I tell him.

“Mmm,” Zack scoots closer to me. His lips brush against mine as he talks. “Pretty, pretty please,” he whispers.

My hand caresses his bare side, down to his hipbone and then back up: his forearm, elbow, upper arm, and shoulder; down the dip where his neck meets his collarbone. My hand rests on his neck, and I stare at him for a brief moment. I study the way his lips rest slightly open, the way his eyelashes curl, the arches in each of his brows and finally, his green eyes. I eagerly pull him to me, taking his mouth into mine.

Zack pulls me even closer. The only thing separating my naked body from his is the mess of bunched up sheets between us. He pulls at the sheets, pulling it from my chest exposing my back and breasts. Zack removes his lips from mine and kisses my neck. A soft gasp escapes me as Zack gently rakes his teeth against my skin, slightly nibbling.

I pull his mouth back to mine, kissing him greedily; hungrily. I lean on him slightly shuffling the sheet around us until I’m on top of him, our bare skin touching. I don’t stop kissing him, I can’t. The way Zack grips me makes me weak and I kiss him deeper, feeling Zack harden between my legs. I grind my hips into him, kissing his neck and chest. I feel Zack reach for himself; I raise slightly, allowing him to guide himself to my opening, but I don’t lower myself down onto him.

Zack growls, “Don’t be a tease.”

I smirk, slowly lowering myself onto him. Zack's jaw twitches as he grasps my hips, burying his nails into my flesh. I lean back, using my arms to support me and ride him slowly. My hips roll into him, my skin prickles; a moan escapes my lips as my body begs for more.

Zack's hands roam my hips, lower abdomen, and stomach. I feel him move beneath me as he sits up. He holds me up now with one hand on my ass and the other on my lower back. As I continue to grind into him, He buries his face between my tits, licking and sucking at whatever skin he can get his mouth on. His mouth finds its way around my hardened nipple, his tongue flicks against it, and I sigh. Zack's hair is smooth between my fingers. He removes his mouth from my skin and looks up at me, his green eyes burn with desire just as my body does.

The hand the once found its home on my back, tangles itself in my hair as Zack pulls me down, he kisses me, bites and tugs at my lip as he pulls me down with him. As soon as we lay down, he’s rolling us over. I’m not expecting it and a laugh escapes my lips once I'm on my back.

“What?” Zack asks, grinning as he thrusts his dick entirely inside me.

I can’t find my voice, so I bite my lip and shake my head. My legs rest on Zack’s shoulders. I watch him, whimpering with each thrust, as he kisses my calf. I reach for Zack's hand and lace my fingers with his. Zack's eyes don’t leave mine as I slowly bring our hands to my mouth. I suckle his thumb, running it along my teeth, allowing my tongue to explore it.

Zack groans, burying his dick deeper inside me. His pace fastens as he slowly removes his thumb from my mouth. With his thumb, he traces my jawline, neck, and chest. He gently presses down on my stomach; my body arches as I relish in the pleasure. Zack's breathing hitches each time he sinks into me, deeper, harder every time.

His thrusts become relentless, goosebumps cover every inch of my body. Zack can’t decide where he wants his hands. They travel against every curve before finally, they reside around each thigh. My legs are even with Zack's waist now, spread open, inviting him deeper and deeper inside me until suddenly, he pulls out.

He pulls me up by my upper arm and gently guides my mouth to the head of his dick. I take it, willingly, hungrily, allowing my tongue to explore his shaft as I had with his thumb. I take him fully into my mouth, gagging slightly, massaging his balls with my hand.

A warm, salty taste hits the back of my throat, and I swallow it instinctively. Zack holds my head still, not forcibly but more in an uncontrollable, begging manner. As the last bit of semen empties into my mouth, Zack lets go of me. He sits there for a moment, eyes closed, sweaty and breathing heavily. As his fingers find my skin, he opens his eyes. As soon as his eyes find my face, he kisses me. Zack pulls my legs out from under me, causing me to fall backward onto my back and, without any warning at all, buries his face in between my legs.

His mere touch is enough to drive me crazy and his tongue on my clit causes me to cry out in pleasure and surprise. He looks up at me and removes his mouth from my flesh, grinning.

He kisses the inside of my right thigh. “Do you remember –” he kisses the inside of my left thigh, “– when you teased me earlier?”

I throw my head back, whining. “Zack – please.”

Zacks chuckle is muffled as he begins to massage me again. He licks, sucks and nibbles my clit as he slowly, teasingly, enters two fingers inside of me. My lungs beg for more room inside of their cage and my heart thumps so hard I'm sure it’s going to break out of my body at any moment. I can feel the ball of pleasure begin to swell.

As soon as I clench the sheet next to me, Zack pulls away. “Zack!” I cry.

“Yes, baby?” he purrs, biting the inside of my thigh.

“Please stop,” I beg.

“You want me to stop?” he asks. “Okay.” He moves to get up, but I trap him by wrapping my leg around his waist quickly.

I growl, “No, I want you to stop stopping!”

“Mm,” he growls back. He opens my legs wider and gently blows on my swollen clit. Slowly, barely even there, he flicks it with his tongue. He flicks it again, and then a third time before adding the slightest bit of pressure. “Promise me you’ll come on tour with me.”

“I’ll come. If you’ll just…let me finish. I’ll come…” I whine.

“Oh, I know you’ll come,” Zack smirks. “Because I'm damn good with my tongue. What I wanted to hear was that you’ll come with me on tour.”

I laugh, biting my lip and nod. “Yes, fine. I’ll come with you on tour.”

“Promise?”

“I promise!” I cry out, impatiently.

Zack smirks before returning his mouth between my legs. He is done playing games and gives it everything he has. My legs beg to close, the pleasure consuming every muscle, every thought, but Zack forces them open as he sucks and tastes me.

“Oh, don’t stop! Please don’t stop,” I yell, tangling my fingers into his hair. My body wants to pull him in and push him away at the same time. I can’t breathe, my veins feel like they’re on fire, my muscles so constricted I know they are going to be sore tomorrow.

Zack doesn’t stop. Without looking up, he finds my balled fist and laces his fingers with mine, allowing one fist to clinch his as my other clinches a ball of hair on his head. Zack’s free hand rests on my stomach.

Every inch of my body writhes. My legs beg to slam shut, but the way Zack is positioned, I can’t. I dig my nails into his hand as I call out his name, but he’s relentless and doesn’t stop massaging me until after I ride out my orgasm for several moments. Even after his mouth is removed from my body, my body twitches at the slightest movement of my legs.

Zack crawls back on top of me, smiling and smirking down at me before kissing me. “Trying to pull out my hair, there?” he mumbles against my lips.

“You deserved it,” I reply, kissing him again, “for teasing.”

“And this?” Zack asks, pulling away. He raises up his fist, revealing small puncture wounds from my nails on the back of his hand.

I wince. “Sorry,” I grin innocently.

“Mm,” he growls, nipping at my lip. He kisses me deeply; softly. “I guess you have bags to pack,” he tells me, laying down beside me.

I wrap myself in sheets and curl up next to Zack, resting my head on his chest. His steady heartbeat comforts me further. Zack wraps his arm around my shoulders and pulls me closer to him. “I’m too tired to pack now,” I tell him sweetly.

Zack’s thumb gently caresses my shoulder and he stifles a yawn. “I should get up, take a shower and get ready for the day,” he tells me.

I shake my head, tightening my grip on him. “No,” I whine. “Let’s just stay in bed all day.” I look up at him and kiss his chin, which causes him to look down at me.

“Alright,” he agrees, “but only if we can do that again.”

I snuggle back down into him, kissing his chest. “Oh, definitely,” I grin.

Notes

Y'all, I am so stuck on this story it's not even funny. I know where I want it to end, and I know what I need to do to get it there, but it's everything in between. Anyway, thank you for reading! Don't forget to comment, subscribe and rate!

Thank you overneaththepathofmisery and countzackula6661 for the comments.

Title credit: Avenged Sevenfold "God Damn"