The Broken Road - A Zac Efron Novel (18+)

Chapter 40 - The Hard Stuff

"Now, it's not much," I said as I turned my keys in the lock. "And it's probably a little bachelor pad-y for your taste," I continued as I turned off the alarm system. "But, it does have a killer view."

She followed me into the kitchen where I set our food and my keys down on the counter.

"Wow," she said, her jaw open as she took in the panoramic views of Los Angeles. "This beats the pants right off my sweet little ocean view," she said as she crossed her arms and pretended to pout.

"So, I think its best if we start down and work our way back up," I said as I led her downstairs, giving her a tour of the in-home theater, gym, and game room before heading up to the second story. "This is mostly just guest bedrooms, but this is my office," I opened a door to a study which was the perfect example of my personality. She ran her fingertips along the sleek mahogany desk. "And upstairs," I said as I led the way out of the room and climbed the stairs two at a time, "is the kitchen – which you already saw, this cool little dining nook, and then....my room," I winked at her as I showed off the space and lead her into the attached master bath.

"I'm commandeering this bath tub," she climbed into the oversized tub with a full view of the skyline, still wearing all her clothes.

"You're so tiny I can literally only see your head right now," I laughed. "Maybe tonight we'll have a good soak in the tub," I said offering her my hand for assistance getting out. She walked to the opposite side of the large bathroom, past a vanity with double sinks into a walk-in stone shower with dual-shower heads and a rainfall faucet overhead. She kicked her shoes off and smiled at me devilishly. I instantly knew what she was after and I was in a take-charge mood.

I pulled my shirt off of her, then her white t-shirt over her head before going to my knees and fighting with her leggings to get them off. She used my shoulder for balance as she stepped out of them. I bit her playfully through her panties which caused her to gasp sharply. I guided them down and stood again – unhooking her bra. I backed up and slowly stripped my own clothes off, torturing her with every move. When I finally pulled my boxers down, I picked her up and she instinctively wrapped her legs around me as I stepped into the shower, bracing her against the wall with my body weight as I turned on the overhead faucet with one hand. While we waited for the water to turn warm, I kissed her hard as her body tensed against the cold, stone wall.

I finally lowered her down and moved us both under the water as I continued kissing her. As hot water cascaded over us, I reached my hands between her legs and began stroking her entrance lightly.

"Still sore?" I asked, looking in her eyes. She wanted to say no, but that would have been a lie. I was rather confident we set a record for most sex in a 24-hour period.

"A little," she nodded.

"I think I can help with that," I smirked again and she knew I was about to be up to something very good for her.

I rested on my knees as water still poured over us and draped one of her legs over my shoulder while I went down on her. I expertly alternated flicking my tongue back and forth with the perfect amount of suction. Loud moans began to escape as she relished in the fact we no longer had to worry about being overheard. There was nowhere to brace herself in the center of the shower while I continued working my tongue and the warm water from the shower hit in exactly the right places.

"God, Zac," she moaned out. Her legs shook and I could see her abdominal muscles tighten.

"Damnit, I love hearing you shout out my name like that. Cum for me," I managed to get out as I continued my work.

"Oh! Oh Zac!" she cried out.

The cold stone wall welcomed her as she caught her breath. I pinned her arms above her head as I pressed her against the wall and kissed her. She playfully flipped me around, pushing me against the same cold, stone wall as she got down on her knees.