My dirty whispers (smutty and dirty one shots)

Three is the magic number part 4 (Zac/Tom)

2 weeks later
*Zac*
"That took you long enough". I look up as Annabelle walk into the hotel apartment. She had stayed as Tom needed her help.

She smile at me. "Sorry babe, you know Tom, he can be so.. demanding at times. I better catch a shower".

"Hug me first". I say walking over to her. Why am I doing this, torturing myself ? I kind of know,.. I mean I am not dumb, but I ignore it, pretend not to know that she is fucking Tom.

"Okay then". She is a bit reluctant, but she hugs me, kissing me softly. She smells of Tom and of.. sex. How can she think I won't notice ?

But for some reason this does really weird things to me, and I feel my body respond, imagining what Tom did to her, wondering if she is sore. And before I realise I have her presses against the wall, kissing her hard and demanding.

She breaks the kiss. "Zac.. I need a shower".

"Shower can wait.. I can't". I refuse to let her go, on the other hand she is not really trying to get away. "I can't wait and I don't care if you shower".

Honestly right now, I might even prefer her not to. Yeah I know, I find it like really weird to, but some base desire has taken over.

*Annabelle*
The weight of his toned body pressed against mine as he pin me to the wall. His hands are gripping my face, keeping it close to his as we kiss hungrily. Already I can feel his erection rubbing against me and I long to be sat upon it, riding him hard until we both cum. Just the thought leaves me breathless and I frantically start clawing at his belt, loosening it, desperate to feel his hard dick in my hands again.

Yes, I came from a hot session with Tom, but it doesn't mean that Zac doesn't have me all heated and needy in no time. Especially not when he is this decisive and demanding. I like this side of him and it is coming out more and more after I started my fling with Tom.

He lets out a moan as I open his jeans to free him and then he pauses to gasp for breath at my first touch before winding his hand into my hair and pulling my head back opening my chest out. He is grinding against me as I stroke the end of his cock, his teeth sinking into my neck. Then his tongue run along my collarbone and I can feel myself getting wetter by the second.

Suddenly he pull away and, grabbing me by the hand, he drag me into the bedroom and throw me down upon the bed. Dropping his jeans and shedding the t-shirt, he start tearing at my clothes, pulling at my trousers and tugging my top over my head until they are in a heap on the floor with his.

Then his body is above me, those lips are back on mine and his tongue is busy exploring my mouth once more. All the time he is grinding those hips into mine, the end of his cock rubbing my clit through our underwear, making me buck beneath him with each jolt it sends through my body. Pulling me up towards him, he unclasp my bra and cast it aside before laying me back down.

Once again he start biting at my neck, and I fear it will leave marks that Tom will notice. The he moves down my chest before reaching my now exposed breasts. He is clearly being driven by pure lust and he must hear me cry out as his fingers pinch just a little too roughly at my nipple. He replace his fingers with his mouth and lightly suck at my nipple to sooth it and then he let the other hand pinch more gently at the other one.

My hand is gripping the back of his neck as he pinch and lap at my breasts in turn, my body writhing beneath him with the delicious sensations running between my nipples and clit with every stroke. I want to take him in my mouth, I want to lick and suck at the end of his dick till it drives him wild, but he won't let me. As I try to lift myself he pushes me back down and, standing up, hooks his fingers into the sides of my thong and pull it away from my body. He quickly remove his boxers giving me a full view of his pulsing cock standing proud, waiting to be inside me. I sit up on the bed and start to reach for him but he gives me a warning look and I stop. Then he lightly run his own fingers up the shaft, gripping and rubbing as he reach the tip, teasing me, almost daring me to move.

"You want it don't you ?" He ask me through panting breath.

"Please don't". I reply as my eyes widen imploringly, this is so unlike him and so hot.

"Oh you want it".  He repeat as his hand starts stroking the whole length. Sliding down, pulling the skin back. He know this is killing me and it's clearly getting harder for him to keep control.

Letting go he lean towards me and grip my head in one hand pressing his lips to my ear.

"You want to be fucked don't you ?" He whispers in my ear sending a shiver down my spine.

"No". I begin but he stop me from going any further.

"Tell me". He ask, and then I feel a gentle suck at my ear lobe, a light brush down my neck and over my cheek and suddenly we are face to face. His eyes are staring straight into mine as he let go of my hair and stand upright again.

"Tell me, you want it".  He repeat more forcefully, his hand once again gripping his erection but harder this time.

I pull myself onto my knees and, kneeling on the edge of the bed in front of him I start stroking and kissing my way over his stomach. I am moving my way up, brushing his nipples briefly, continuing up his chest until I am kneeling upright. He doesn't stop me. His eyes are closed now and his breathing has deepened as he stand there stroking the end of his straining cock. I put my arms up around his neck and draw his face towards mine, my lips lightly brushing against his.

"Fuck me". I say, and instantly I see his eyes open. "I want you to fuck me. I want to feel your cock pushing deep inside me over and over again, harder and faster until I'm screaming your name and you spill your cum inside me. Show me I am yours".

His mouth presses hard to mine, sucking, biting at my lips and tongue before he drag me off the bed and push me down over the dressing table. Parting my lips he watch as he slowly nudge the end of his cock into my warm, soaking pussy. I almost cry out as he push his way inside, filling me up, making my legs shake as he is finally inside me.

He instantly start pushing hard, all the time watching every stroke as it enters and leaves me, glistening in my juices. He is gasping as I arch my back to pull him in deeper, making him grab hold of my hips to steady himself. Looking up in the mirror before me I see him bite his lip as he start to move faster and then he is staring straight back at me. With every stroke I see his eyes briefly close, his mouth open as he gasp for breath and as I watch his muscles ripple I long to reach out and touch him.

As he get to the point of losing control he start fucking me real hard and fast. My stomach is tightening, my pussy is contracting and the moans escaping from my mouth are getting louder and more frequent. He watches me in the mirror as he fuck me, he watch my breasts moving back and forth and he see the look in my eyes begging for more, always begging for more. And he will always give me what I want when possible.

Once again I kinda feel bad for what I am doing. I like Zac, he is hot, he do anything I ask for and he is great in bed. Why the hell isn't that enough for me ?

He keep going as long as possible, holding on until he see the sweat glistening down my back and suddenly he hear me crying his name and it is apparently too much. With a loud moan he let his hot, salty load spill deep inside me, feeling me still pushing back, prolonging his orgasm and finding my own, wallowing in it until he finally pull away and collapse onto the bed.

With my legs shaking I stumble over and fall next to him. Leaning one arm over me, I pull myself close to him and he kiss me on the forehead before letting go. We both just lay there, not caring about anything else in the world, just trying to catch our breath.