Lily
“How did it go?” Zed asked gruffly when I finally stood up. My bones ached from sitting in the cramped desk for over two hours, and I rubbed my right fingers with my other hand.
“I’m not sure,” I replied, biting my lip. “That was a lot of writing.”
“What are you studying?” Zed asked, narrowing his eyes at me. “I’ve never seen someone write so goddamn much before.”
“Psychology,” I told him after a beat. “With a focus on early childhood education.”
Zed nodded. “You like kids.”
“I do; I love them.”
Zed shot me a long, hard look. “Whatever. All girls do, right?”
I burst out laughing. “Not even!”
Zed looked surprised. “I thought it was, like, a requirement of being a chick. I always worried about having a bunch of little Zeds running around out there.”
The thought of “a bunch of little Zeds” made me blush. I knew that Zed claimed to have slept with a lot of women, but I didn’t want to think about just how many.
“A lot of women don’t like kids,” I clarified. “Like, for instance, some of the moms who bring their kids to Dawning Center.”
Zed raised his eyebrows. “Why do they have them, then?”
I shook my head. “I’m not sure, but women’s healthcare is an important issue, and I don’t think a lot of people around here are very educated about it. I volunteered at Planned Parenthood when I was in high school, and I feel like a lot of women don’t even know what options exist.”
Zed narrowed his eyes. “Yeah, because dudes don’t want their bitches aborting their kids, or sleeping around like sluts,” he commented. Anger boiled beneath my skin again. It was really incredible the effect that Zed had on my moods; I could be feeling completely happy and content, and he would spoil it with a single remark.
“That’s a horrible thing to say,” I told him with a frown. “What if a woman was pregnant, and she got sick? What if she couldn’t take care of the baby?”
Zed shrugged. “Lily, come on,” he whined in his gruff baritone. “I didn’t mean it like that.”
I stalked straight ahead and tugged at the passenger side door on Zed’s car. “Let me in,” I said stubbornly. “It’s cold.”
Zed leaned his head over the roof of the car. “Not until you accept my apology,” he said with his usual grunt. “I mean it. I didn’t mean to offend you. I’m sorry, Lily.”
A hot blush rose up my neck. “It’s fine,” I said after a beat. “It’s really okay. I don’t mind.” I did mind, but I didn’t think this was the time or place to be discussing it with Zed.
“Okay,” he finally said as he got in the car and unlocked both doors. “Do you wanna go home?”
I thought about it. “Probably,” I admitted. “Do you have business to do?”
Zed’s face darkened. “A little, but it’s gonna have to wait, unfortunately. I can’t do anything until tomorrow.”
“That sucks,” I said flatly. Suddenly, I remembered something. “Do you want to get food? I don’t really have anything at home. We could get takeout, or we could go grocery shopping?”
“I have a dick; I don’t shop for groceries,” Zed snapped. He drove out of the college so quickly that the back tires skidded on a patch of ice. I clutched the dashboard breathlessly while Zed laughed at me.
In the end, he drove to a McDonalds. We got a few bags of cheeseburgers and fries and took them home. I was pretty disgusted with the idea of eating fast food for a few days, but what else was I supposed to do? Zed wouldn’t let me out of his sight, and he refused to enter the grocery store with me. This was turning out to be a bigger pain in the ass than I’d thought.
“I have to study for my last final,” I told him when we got home. “If you need anything, I’ll be in my bedroom.”
Zed glared at me. “Yeah, you’re real good at giving me what I need.”
I was confused; I wasn’t exactly sure what he meant. I knew it was possible that he resented me for having to protect me, but there was a part of me that thought he secretly enjoyed it. I could tell he wasn’t used to being around women, but there was still something comforting and safe about him.
I locked myself in my bedroom with a couple of cheeseburgers and nibbled at my dinner when I tried to study. Even when I stared at the textbook in front of me, I couldn’t concentrate at all. The words and phrases swirled in my mind, meaningless, like bird tracks on paper.
When I stood up to stretch and eat my second cheeseburger, I realized it was dark outside. It was only a little after five o’clock, but it seemed as dark as midnight. Instinctively, I shivered and pulled my sweater tighter around me. I had a nagging feeling that someone was watching me, even after I closed the blinds in my room.
“Hey,” I said to Zed, walking out into the living room. He was watching reruns of 24 on my laptop, and his focus on the screen was so intent that he didn’t even look up until I’d called his name three more times.
“Hey, yourself.” Zed grunted and rubbed his tattooed neck with one of his thick hands. “Study your brain out yet?”
I shook my head. “I had the weirdest feeling that someone was watching me,” I admitted. “I know I’m probably just being paranoid, but…”
In an instant, Zed was on his feet. I watched as he methodically moved from room to room, looking out the windows in every direction. His heavy footsteps pounded against the carpeted floor, making the apartment shake slightly. When he came back to the living room, he shook his head. “I didn’t see anyone,” he told me. “But I’ll keep an extra eye out.”
I sat down on the edge of the couch. It smelled like man, like spicy, sweaty, musky man. I took a deep breath and blushed, imaging Zed laying his head down where I was sitting.
“What’s with you?” Zed demanded, looking at me with narrowed eyes. “You’re acting all jumpy.”
“It’s fine. Do you want to watch a movie? I could use a distraction.”
Without saying anything, Zed pulled up Netflix and put on one of The Fast and the Furious movies. I made a face; I hated action movies.
“Do you want me to heat up some fries?” I got up and walked towards the kitchen. Zed didn’t reply, and when I pulled open the fridge, it was empty. “What the fuck, Zed? Did you already eat everything we bought today?”
He gave me a guilty smile. “Yep,” he drawled, using the toothpick from his Swiss army knife to clean his teeth. “Do you want a pizza?”
“Yeah,” I admitted. “I’m starving.”
After Zed dialed a pizza, I sat back down on the couch, and he scooted over an inch or two. There still wasn’t very much room, and I couldn’t lean back without my side or my back resting against him. I kept sitting up straight and then falling back against him, blushing and apologizing. After the third or fourth time that happened, Zed clapped a strong hand on my shoulder.
“Just stay there,” he told me, pressing me against his warm torso. I couldn’t believe how much heat was radiating from his body; he was like a human furnace.
“Okay,” I said. I swallowed hard and felt my heartbeat quicken. When I relaxed my body against Zed, I felt his heartbeat pounding against my skin. The movie played on, but I couldn’t pay attention for more than ten seconds at a time. I was too distracted by Zed.
“Quit squirming,” Zed mumbled in my ear. His breath tickled my sensitive skin, and I giggled, wriggling against him. The harder I tried to stop, the more I found that I couldn’t stop laughing.
Zed reached down and held me in place with a firm grip on each of my arms. My sides still shook with laughter, and the momentum made me jerk against him. Suddenly, his touch was gentler. I sucked in my breath and watched as he traced his hands down my bare arms, scraping the skin with his short, ragged nails. I shuddered when they reached my waist.
Zed reached around me with one arm and pulled me close to him, so I was sitting in his lap. There was already a bulge between his legs, and it poked me uncomfortably in the ass. I shifted around, trying to get comfortable, and Zed groaned. He clenched me tighter so I couldn’t move and ground his hips against my butt. I shivered. Weird feelings were running through my body; I found myself feeling both aroused and terrified.
There was a scratchy feeling against my neck, and I realized Zed was nuzzling me and shifting my head to the side. I felt him kiss and bite my neck and the feelings of pleasure inside me grew. My panties were damp and warm, and I shifted on Zed’s lap, trying to turn around. Sensing my frustration, Zed grabbed my waist and turned me around on his lap, so I was facing him.
He hauled my pelvis close, so I was sitting right on top of his erection and then wrapped my legs around his waist. My breath was coming in damp, shaky bursts and I looked into his big green eyes, wondering what was coming next. Zed leaned forward and kissed me, pressing his lips against mine.
I moaned as I felt him nip at my lower lip with his teeth and slide his tongue into my mouth. I opened my mouth wide as Zed explored my mouth with his tongue, licking me everywhere. He tasted like smoke and beer, and I closed my eyes and sighed with pleasure as his hands gripped me firmly.
Wrapping my arms around Zed’s neck, I pulled myself up, so I was pressed against his chest. Under my sweater, I wasn’t wearing a bra, and the rough material scratched my nipples. My whole body was tingling with desire, and although I felt confused, I didn’t want to stop.
Zed slipped his rough hands under my sweater and yanked it off and over my head with record speed. The room was cold, but he wrapped his arms around me and stroked up and down my bare back. The touch of his rough skin made me shiver. I arched my back, and Zed’s hands slipped to my front. He tugged and pulled at my nipples, making me shriek and moan with pleasure. The pain that flooded my body from every pinch was instantly turned into pleasure. He was playing me like an instrument, and I couldn’t wait to see what he’d do next.
Every time I shifted on Zed’s lap, I felt him groan. His manhood was so swollen that I felt the exact outline through my jeans. It felt especially good when I ground my hips on him and leaned forward, and Zed moaned into my ear.
“That feels so fuckin’ good, baby,” he murmured, tossing his head back and groaning with pleasure.
I grabbed his hands and put them back on my breasts, desperate for more of his touch. I’d never been this aroused in my life. Not even when I had those raunchy dreams about Zed the other night and woke up with my hand in my panties. I blushed to think of it now.
Zed leaned forward and stuck his pierced tongue out, licking and sucking on my swollen and sore nipples. I practically screamed when I felt his teeth glide along my sensitive skin and clamp down. Zed slipped a hand between my legs and pressed it against the crotch of my jeans.
It felt weird, and I tried to wriggle away, but he held firm, pressing the seam against my labia. He looked at me, and I nodded briefly, then he ripped open the fly to my jeans and pushed me off his lap. I stumbled and landed on all fours on the couch. I heard Zed growl and felt his hands on the waistband of my jeans, yanking them down my pale, skinny legs.
I held my breath as he tossed my jeans on the floor and ran a hand down my bare back.
“Spread your legs,” he commanded.
I spread my knees apart and arched my back further, so my ass was sticking far out into the air. Blushing furiously, I realized that someone could be watching us. I knew that the thought should have scared me, but I couldn’t help it; the idea of someone spying on us made me feel even hotter.
The crotch of my thin panties was soaked by now, and every time I wiggled my hips, the wet fabric chafed against my labia. Zed spanked my ass, and I yelped and tried to move away. He grabbed me firmly by one hand and held me in place as he spanked me again and again. I was intimidated and scared, but it felt good, and soon I found myself leaning into his smacks. I pushed my ass against his hand and moaned.
“You little slut, you like that?” Zed whispered in my ear.
I nodded. One of Zed’s hands grabbed onto my panties and yanked them upwards in a vicious motion. The fabric slid into the crack of my ass like a thong and Zed tugged at it until he’d spread my labia as well. It felt amazing against my clit, and I moaned, squirming my hips and spreading my legs even further.
Zed yanked at the material and spanked me again, and I felt a spasm of pleasure rocket through my body. He did it once more, and I cried out as shockwaves radiated from my pussy down to the tips of my toes. With his free hand, he reached underneath me and played with my nipples, casually yanking and tugging on them until I was crying out in pleasure and pain. I started begging him to touch me. I didn’t even know what I was saying, but the words were spilling out of my mouth in a torrent of desire.
“Zed, please,” I begged. “Touch me more, please!”
He gave a short laugh and stepped away. Suddenly, there was a crashing sound coming from outside. I whipped my head up and looked out the window. All of the desire and sauciness that I’d felt a moment before drained out of me and I was afraid.
“What was that?” I hissed the words out, looking at Zed. He didn’t answer, and I curled up under a spare blanket on the couch, wanting to cover myself as much as possible.
“Stay here, Lily,” he ordered. “I’ll be right back.”
“Okay,” I said in a shaky voice. I spied my clothes on the floor and tugged them on, finger-combing my hair as best as I could.
Zed opened the door and walked out of the apartment. I listened to his heavy footfalls all the way down the side stairs. There were some quiet voices, and then I heard him walking back towards the front door. Quickly, I ran into the kitchen and grabbed a big knife.
“Lily,” Zed said as he opened the door. “Pizza’s here!”