Torn in two

Chapter 12

This kiss was unlike the rest. Instead of being fueled by pure need and desire, this kiss was slow, intimate and tender. His movements indicate he was in no rush, savoring the moment. The heat between us intensifies as I feel his hands gradually lift my dress above my navel. He inches his mouth down my sternum, scorching my insides and saturating my panties. Once he reaches my underwear he carefully removes them, studying me for any protest. He receives my content sigh.
He drops down, laying between my open legs and runs his right hand under my dress to caress my breast. His left hand grips my hip, his thumb resting at my vulva.
His tongue delicately tastes the length of my labia and slips inside applying pressure to my sweet spot. He dips his tongue inside my vagina, tasting my body's natural response to how turned on he makes me.
"You taste so sweet," he hums in pleasurable surprise.
I can't respond because he swirls his tongue back up, stimulating my clitoris, while his other hand massages my nipple. He flicks and sucks until I'm so close to unraveling.
His tongue suddenly moves agonizingly slow, almost tortuously. My body screaming for release. I was so close to my tipping point that if I didn't reach my climax soon, I thought I would have a heart attack by holding all the energy building up within me. As if he knew he was teasing my body, he finally grants me my release by applying pressure to his last swirling motion. My orgasm rocks through me as I arch my back feeling nothing but pleasure. My fingers grip at his messy hair and I moan, "oh fuck," probably a little too loud for the current location. He makes sure to lick me clean and I tremble with every overstimulating movement.
"You have a beautiful pussy," he plants a kiss on my pubic bone.
I silently thank myself for getting waxed the other day.
He rests his head on my stomach for a bit until my heart beat settles in my chest, both soaking in the sound of the ocean.
My eyes are struggling to stay open, I feel so comfortable in this moment.
Zak finally stands up, helping me to my feet, my legs still quiver from the aftermath. 
"Let me get you home," he says softly.
Instead of holding my hand, he wraps his arm around my waist.
He tosses our taco bag in the trash once we are back on the boardwalk.
"When's your next work shift?" I inquire.
"My shift actually starts in 2 hours," he admits.
I stare at him in disbelief.
"We didn't have to—"
He cuts me off, "I wanted to."
"But we—"
"Priorities, Nikki. I want to explore this, whatever this is, with you," he carefully says, not adding anything further.
"I do too," agreeing with his statement.
We reach his Jeep and he helps me inside again, buckling me up.
Once he's securely in his seat he leans over kissing me briefly before driving off into the night. The city is beautiful this time of night with neon signs illuminating buildings with various colors. Im buzzing with happiness.
Zak turns down the music slightly and I look over at him.
"Oh Díos, watching your legs quiver and feeling them squeeze the circulation from my head is getting me so hard," he adjusts the bulge forming in his pants.
A sinful smile spreads across my lips.
I want to thank him for my orgasm so I unbuckle and climb over to his lap.
He sucks in a breath as I pull down his zipper and boxer briefs, freeing his rather large member. He's throbbing with anticipation.
I slowly lick the length of his shaft and swirl my tongue around his tip. His dick jumps in excitement. I rub circles on his thigh with my thumb and massage with my hand. I have to lean closer to swallow his whole length into my mouth. I gag. There's a lot of length. He grabs a fistful of my hair and groans. I still have his full length in my mouth as I keep sucking and twirling my tongue at his base. I receive a pleasurable moan. He releases my hair and I sit up, gasping for air and smiling. I notice how close we are to my house.
"I don't want to finish in your mouth. I want to finish inside of you," he looks at me briefly before turning his attention back to the road.
We turn onto the last street in my development. Three houses pass and he turns left into my driveway. The front lights were on.
"Is your brother home?" He asks, placing the car in park and buttoning up his jeans.
He then moves into my proximity, inches from my face looking for confirmation.
"Yeah, he won't be home until the morning. His car isn't in the driveway," I feverishly nod, anticipating his kiss.
His lips eagerly meet mine as if he's been deprived of physical touch for decades.
His left hand cups my cheek, caressing my face. His fingers glide towards my chin and faintly pulls back.
"Let me show you how much I like you," he whispers.
His fingers gently but securely cup my chin so I couldn't turn from his gaze and break the raw chemistry crackling between us. He nods towards the house, let's go, still gazing into my eyes. He places a quick peck to my lips and pulls back, switching off the engine.
We get up to the front of the house and the door swings open.
Greg is standing in the doorway wearing an unfriendly expression.
Greg says nothing.
Zak says nothing.
They just glower at one another for several moments.
"I'm going to catch up with you later," Zak breaks the ice, looking at me.
But he doesn't bother waiting for a response because he turns and escapes toward his Jeep. When Zak pulls away I lay into my brother.
"What the fuck was that, Greg?" I shout.
"I don't like him," he states bluntly.
"You don't even know him," still hollering.
"So? I still don't like him," he backs up letting me inside the house.
"Why are you even home? Where's your car?" I probe for answers.
"Plans changed, the piece of shit broke down," Greg wasn't lying when referring to his civic.
The civic was almost as old as us. The car use to be Papá's and Greg was trying to hold on to a distant memory.
"I think it's time for a new car," I say slightly calmer now.
"I think so too," he says with such sadness.
"Are you alright?" Genuinely worried for him.
"I'm just stressed with the new opening and all. Just spread myself too thin, but I'll be okay," he assures me.
The shrill tone of my phone breaks our conversation.  
I answer to hear Cindy hysterically crying.
What did Diego do?
"Cindy slow down, what's wrong?"
"Someone— I don't know—b-b-broke into my house," she says between shaky cries.
"Is Diego with you?"
"Mmhm," is all she can respond with.
"I'll be right there," I hang up.
"Someone broke into Cindy's house. Are you coming?" I ask Greg while running out the front door towards my car.
"I wouldn't be much help, so I'll stay—"
I don't wait for his weak excuse and I slam the Tahoe into reverse, screeching my wheels.
Oh Greg, what have you gotten yourself into.