Make Me
The hotel in Austin was one of the nicest we’d stayed in. It wasn’t anything particularly large, but everything from the plush carpet to the down pillows said luxury. I didn’t think I would ever get used to how much money those boys threw around. Even though I had a decent amount of my own money, I didn’t spend more than I absolutely had to and it felt especially excessive to let other people waste so much money on me.
Still, the down stuffed comforter and pillow were amazing. As soon as we arrived from the venue, I had fallen headfirst onto the bed nearest the window. Annalee took a shower, but I decided that could wait until the morning.
Not long after Annalee emerged from the bathroom, there was a knock at the door. She answered it, even though she was still in her towel. I held my breath as she swung the door open, dreading the worst, but it was only Taylor.
“Hey, you girls wanna go out tonight? There’s a really nice bar right down the street.”
Annalee glanced back at me and shrugged, but I shook my head. I remembered all too well what had happened the last time I’d accepted Taylor’s invitation to go out drinking. It might have made Zac kiss me, but I decided I could do without any more of his stupid, jealous rage in my life.
Annalee agreed to go, though, and soon she was dressed and out the door, leaving me all alone. I didn’t mind. I had a comfortable bed and exhaustion settling into my bones… which is why I shouldn’t have been surprised at all to hear another knock at the door just as I was beginning to drift off.
Only a few minutes had passed, so I knew it couldn’t be Annalee returning unless she’d forgotten something. There was only one other option. As soon as I opened the door, I was proven correct—even though I had really wished I wouldn’t be.
“What are you doing here, Zac?” I asked, stifling a yawn.
He shrugged. “I wanted to see you.”
“You see me all day,” I replied.
“I really don’t. Even when I do, you ignore me.”
“Because I don’t know what you want from me,” I said.
“Something I shouldn’t want,” he admitted.
I began to close the door in his face. “And you don’t think that’s a good reason to avoid you?”
“No,” he replied, holding the door firmly open. “I don’t. I don’t care how wrong it is. I tried to care, but it didn’t make it go away.”
Even though he hadn’t been all that eloquent, I understood what he meant. Against my better judgment, I let go of the door, silently giving him permission. I hoped Zac understood the gesture.
Why you standin’ so far away?
Mindin’ manners and lookin’ on by
Why don’t you come out and play
And get closer to your animal inside
He did. He shoved the door open further and stepped into the room. I stood in place and let him advance on me, steeling myself for the moment his lips met mine. It was pointless to try to prepare; every time he kissed me it took my breath away.
As his tongue battled with mine, his hands tangled in my hair and he backed me up against the wall by the door. There was something both protective and a little scary about having Zac’s weight pressed up against me. It was more than a little bit hot, too, and I soon found myself scrambling to get even closer to him if possible. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled myself onto my tiptoes. Zac took that as an invitation to grasp my thigh and pull my right leg up until I wrapped it around his waist. My skirt gathered up around my waist, but even through the bunched up fabric I could feel how hard he was. Seconds later, he gripped my other leg and wrapped it around his waist, too. With me wedged between his body and the wall, I didn’t even feel in danger of falling; I just tangled my hands in his hair and resumed kissing him.
Maybe I act like the gentleman that your momma would love, ooh get to know me
Baby you act like a lady, don’t have to cover it up, things you wanna show me
Make me remember the reason why I wanted your love, teach me slowly
I think you’re ready to try, walk a little closer and…
“Colbs…” he mumbled, pulling back. “Tell me to stop.”
I started at him, confused. There was something strange and pleading in his eyes, but I didn’t fully understand it. After a moment, I shook my head. We’d come too far; I couldn’t turn him away now.
Slowly, he nodded. “Okay.”
He kissed me with renewed energy then, holding me tightly. I was still wrapped around him completely as he backed away from the wall. After a moment’s hesitation, he carried me toward the bathroom alcove and deposited me on the sink. We worked together to gather up my skirt around my waist. With more of me revealed to him, Zac’s hand quickly found its way between my legs, pushing my panties aside and running a finger through my wetness.
“Zac, please…” I gasped out.
“What?” He asked, lazily teasing me with his finger.
I stared at him, stubbornly unwilling to say the actually words to tell him what I wanted. Surely he already knew.
Now take me to your jungle, I’m not afraid
And if you’re looking for your animal, hop in my cage
Crawl in and tear off your hide, don’t taunt
Come in, come in, gimme what I don’t know I want
He took his time teasing me, his finger only dipping inside of me a few times before he finally bent down and pulled my panties off. He remained on his knees, shooting me a smirk before leaning in a trailing kisses up my thigh. He licked a path up my thigh and between my legs, and I was infinitely grateful that I didn’t have to try to stifle my moans this time.
He stared up at me, eyes locked on mine, as he teased me with his tongue. Two fingers plunged inside me, thrusting slowly but with plenty of force. I braced my hands on the edge of the sink and rested my legs on Zac’s shoulders. I couldn’t resist the urge to run my fingers through his beautiful hair as he brought me closer and closer to the edge.
For a moment, I feared he would stop, but he didn’t. He slid his tongue in and out of me until I was writhing so hard I thought I would fall right off the sink. I dug my heels into his back as I came, but if it bothered Zac, he didn’t let it show.
Show me your teeth and then spread your wings
Down and dirty, you’re loving me so loud
Rare breed, but you’re wild as a stray
Side show in front of the whole crowd
I was still panting and seeing stars when he stood up and began to pull his pants down. I watched, struggling to focus, as he nudged his jeans below his ass and pulled his cock out of his boxer briefs. It was already huge, so the few quick tugs he gave it seemed entirely unnecessary to me. He reached back into his back pocket and pulled a condom from his wallet. I watched his cheeks redden adorably as he fumbled to roll it on.
“Umm, I haven’t really… I mean, not a for a while…” He mumbled, blushing even more.
I held my hand up to shush him, not wanting to hear about his sex life when we were that close to doing it ourselves. I wanted to tell him I was on the pill anyway, but I didn’t think I had regained the power of speech yet.
Once he’d finished rolling the condom on, he stepped in and nudged my legs farther apart. I let them wrap around his thighs as he positioned himself between them. I held my breath as he gripped the base of his dick and guided it into me; all the air was forced from my lungs once he was fully inside me.
For a moment, Zac stood still as a statue, his only movement at all the soft, relieved sigh that fell from his lips. Finally, he began to move, planting his hands on the counter next to mine. He built up his rhythm gradually, taking his time but still clearly enjoying it. I let his hands wander under my tank top until he finally removed it entirely. His hands found the twin sparrows on my hips and planted themselves there, thumbs digging into my flesh.
Now take me to your jungle, I’m not afraid
And if you’re looking for your animal, hop in my cage
Crawl in and tear off your hide, don’t taunt
Come in, come in, gimme what I don’t know I want
Zac seemed to last forever, his stamina not exactly surprising considering the nightly workout he got during their concerts. Unlike the first time, he didn’t speak—at least not in actual words. Instead, a chorus of beautiful grunts and moans forced their way out of his mouth. When he finally came, his thumbs pressed so hard into my hips that I wondered if they would leaves bruises over the tattoos.
When he pulled out and stepped back, I realized he had been the only thing holding me up. My legs felt like jello and I thought I might fall into the floor. I watched in a daze as he walked into the bathroom, then emerged a moment later with his pants back in place. To my surprise, he walked on into the room instead of leaving.
Carefully, I pulled myself to my feet and followed him, pausing along the way to shed my skirt and pull an oversized shirt and my discarded panties on. Zac had sprawled across my bed, somehow knowing which it was, one hand behind his head and the other scratching his stomach. It felt like a trap, but I laid down next to him anyway.
He brushed my hair back and fingered the tattoos behind my ear. “So these don’t mean anything, right?”
“Right,” I replied, trying not to tense under his touch or his questions. If I could have sex with him, surely I could tell him about my tattoos.
“What about this?” He asked, sliding his hand down to my arm.
“Proserpina,” I replied. “Better known as Persephone. But I’m Italian and I had it done in Italy, so…”
“Why Persephone? Or Proserpina?”
I shrugged. “It’s always been one of my favorite myths. I don’t know. I know she was stolen away to be with Hades, but it is kind of romantic, you know? I mean, she chooses to stay.”
Zac nodded thoughtfully, then poked at my hip. “And the sparrows?”
“I guess I have a thing for birds, too. Sparrows are love birds; I like that. They mate and then just… stay together. Always in pairs. It’s an ideal so few people can live up to. And they always come back home. I got them after my high school graduation, sort of to remind me that I wasn’t leaving home forever.”
“That’s cool,” he replied, then ran his cold feet over mine. I hadn’t even noticed that he’d taken his shoes off. “And I already know about the fishies. You hiding any more I haven’t seen yet?”
I shook my head. “Nope, that’s it. So far, anyway. I doubt these are all I’ll ever have.”
Zac nodded thoughtfully again. “What I should I get?”
“Nothing,” I replied quickly. “I mean, if you don’t know, then nothing you get will mean all that much to you.”
It was a good explanation, but the truth was that I just couldn’t picture him with tattoos. They would only be a pathetic mask or, alternatively, they would lay bare all the things he was obviously trying to hide. On the more superficial side, I just didn’t want to see his beautiful skin marred. I couldn’t imagine that even the best ink would improve his looks at all. It just wasn’t possible.
“Nothing at all, though?” He asked.
“Well, I don’t know you well enough to know what would mean something to you.”
“We should fix that,” he said softly, then sighed. “I’m sorry, by the way. For how I’ve treated you. I was just… I didn’t want to want you, but it wasn’t your fault. I mean, I guess it kind of is, if I can really blame you for just being you. But it’s not right to take that out on you.”
I nodded. It was one of the longest strings of kind words he’d said to me, and I had no idea how to reply. Want was such a loaded word, but I didn’t dare hope that any better word described how he felt about me.
Not sure what else to say, I said, “You probably shouldn’t spend the night in here. We’ve already been caught once.”
“Yeah…” He sighed. “I wish I could, though.”
“You do?” I asked, dumfounded by this new show of tenderness from him.
Zac shrugged. “Well, yeah. I slept really well with you on the bus. And it’s kind of douchey to just… do that… and leave.”
“You can say it, Zac. We had sex.”
He gave me a glare, but it faded quickly. “I know, I just… well, you know I haven’t, like, slept around much. It was the truth when I told you that. I went a little wild as a teenager, but… that was a long time ago.”
“Yeah, you’re ancient. Had they even invented oral sex way back then?” I teased.
“They had, but I perfected it,” he replied. “But let me tell you, those pornographic hieroglyphics were pretty hot.”
“Okay, okay,” I said, giggling. “You’re really not that much older than me.”
“It feels like decades,” he admitted, his voice turning serious.
In a way, it did, but it didn’t bother me. He wasn’t the first older guy I’d been with. I had omitted the fact that my Proserpina tattoo was also inspired by that relationship. Maybe I had a type. I decided Zac didn’t need to know that.
“But I guess you’re right,” he said, sighing heavily. “I shouldn’t spend the night, as much as I want to.”
“Yeah…” I replied, pouting. In spite of the fact that I’d been the one to tell Zac to go, I curled up closer to him and wrapped an arm around his waist.
Zac groaned. “Come on, Colbs. Don’t make this any harder than it has to be.”
I snorted a little, but resisted the urge to make a dirty joke. “I know, I’m sorry… Annalee has no idea, though. And I know we can trust her, but we shouldn’t let her find us together.”
“No, we shouldn’t,” he replied softly, then leaned down and kissed me gently. I could taste myself faintly on his lips. “But it’s not like we won’t see each other tomorrow, right?”
“Right,” I replied. I hated that I was getting choked up and had to practically force the word out.
“Goodnight, Colbs,” he said, then gave me another soft kiss before pulling himself from the bed.
I couldn’t watch him go. It didn’t take long, since he hadn’t really taken any clothes off at all. Far, far too soon I heard the door open and close, and Zac was gone. Even though I knew I would see him again, I knew nothing about it would be the same now that we’d had sex.