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

Chapter 101 - Steam

I hungrily attacked his lips as he followed me into the bathroom.

"Don't get any ideas," I turned around and poked my index finger into his chest.  "I'm still going into the office this morning."

"You're sure I can't convince you to be a little late?" he asked as his lips gently sucked on my neck.

"You can try," I moaned into him.

I stripped my clothes off while he stared intently at me before I pulled his damp, sweaty clothes off of him, letting them pile up on the floor.  His strong arms wrapped around my waist and I draped my arms around his shoulders and we began a dance of intertwined limbs and lips as we found our way into the shower.

We let the water rush over us as our tongues worked in unison. I could taste the salty and sweet mixture of our sweat as it washed down our faces.

Zac gently moved me against the wall of the shower and my body melted into the cold marble as we continued kissing.  I could feel my resolve beginning to wane as he let his hands delicately  run down my sides and up and down my thighs.

His erection was pressed against my thigh and I turned, pushing him back was against the wall.  I smiled up at him as I rested my hands on his perfectly sculpted chest and brushed my lips softly over his.

My hands slowly roamed down his abs, tracing along each one, and then my index fingers traced along his V cut. I was in no mood to behave myself, but I hesitated slightly before I let my hand slide down and cup his balls, carefully rolling them in my hand while I bit my tongue.

His breath caught and he inhaled sharply - he hadn't been expecting me to go there.  His cock twitched as it reached out for me and his head arched back against the wall. His eyes closed and his breathing got ragged. I had him right where I wanted him.

I knelt down, staring up at him while water droplets ran down my face. My tongue ran along the thick vein on the underside of his shaft.

"Fuck, baby," he said as he rested his hand on the top of my head and gripped my hair.  I flicked my tongue back and forth over his tip and began circling my tongue around him.

As his stomach muscles clenched, I swallowed him down slowly, as deep as I could, only managing to get about halfway.  It was going to take some practice to get used to his size again.

I pulled my lips back, again slowly, looking him directly in the eyes before my lips slid back down.  I reached for his balls again and gently pulled on them and he moaned out loudly.

I increased my speed and he grunted out, unable to control his breathing.  His hand carefully guided me off of him and he reached both of his hands under my arms, helping me stand up.

"What's wrong?" I asked, frustrated.

"What you're doing feels fucking incredible, but this isn't how I wanted this to happen," he said as his eyes stared into mine.  "I wanted to wait for the right time."

"So...you're stopping me, mid-blow job, so you can wait for...?  Rose petals and candles on the bed or something?" I asked sarcastically.

My ego was definitely a little bruised in the moment.

"The fact I'm stopping you, mid-blow job, should tell you how important it is to me," he tucked my hair behind my ear and kissed me softly. "And what's so wrong with candles and rose petals?" he teased and I rolled my eyes at him.

"Just give me a minute.  My ego needs to recover," I pouted.

"Why does your ego need to recover?" he laughed.