"Zach, please," I begged. "Please! I need to come!"
"Come for me, sweetheart," Zach said softly against my mouth, but there was demand there too and that was ultimately what sent me over. I cried out as light and dark mingled behind my closed eyelids and something exploded deep inside of me. The tight coil that had been building and building snapped, and then I was falling and rising and falling over and over again. I dug my fingers into Zach's back as I rode out the endless waves of pleasure that consumed me. Zach was practically slamming into me, and I knew that had to be prolonging my own release. His mouth was buried against my neck so when he came, I both heard and felt his scream of pleasure. His dick throbbed inside of me as he tried to go deeper and deeper. He held me so tight I could barely breathe, but I didn't care one little bit. If I died in that moment, I’d die a happy man.
I took in every sound Zach made as his orgasm consumed him. The only thing missing was the feel of his essence inside of me, and I wondered if there was any way I'd be able to talk him out of using the condom the next time we made love. I pressed kisses along his cheek as my own orgasm eased and Zach rode out his. When his body relaxed, he turned and sought out my mouth, kissing me as hungrily as he had when we'd first started making love. But there was something strangely more desperate in his kiss.
Unfortunately, I didn’t have much time to consider it because he pulled his mouth away before reaching down between our bodies. As he gently slid his dick free of me, I felt both satisfaction and a strange sense of loss that didn't really make sense to me. I figured I'd have time to process it as well as every other emotion I had gone through once we were settled under the covers and Zach's arms were around me.
I curled onto my side when Zach got up so he could dispose of the condom. I watched him move around the room and figured he was looking for something to drink or something to clean me off with. I didn't really care about the semen on my belly or it mixing with my sheets. As far as I was concerned, it was a badge of honor.
I felt all loose and smiley as I snuggled against my pillow. I was about to ask Zach what he was looking for when I saw him snatch his pants off the floor and begin putting them on.
Okay, maybe he liked to sleep in them.
A tingle of fear raced down my spine as I watched him button up his pants. He didn't look at me. When he grabbed his shirt and pulled it on, then sat down on the edge of my bed so he could stamp his foot into his boot, the bottom of my belly fell out and I knew what was about to happen.
I just couldn't fucking believe it.
With every step that Zach got closer to being fully dressed, I told myself there was an explanation. My mind went into overdrive making up excuses like maybe he was just getting dressed so he could go to his place to get some things, or to go get us some food, or make a run to the bathroom. Maybe he just wanted us to spend the night at his place since there would be more privacy.
But my heart knew the truth. Strange that it would figure things out before my mind.
The whole thing ended like it had begun. He was there one moment and gone the next. As he walked out of the room, he didn't look back at me, didn't ask if I was okay, didn't even say he'd see me tomorrow. He just walked through the door and closed it behind him and that was that.
Just like making love to him had changed something inside me forever, him walking away from me without a word did too. I expected tears but there was nothing but a strange numbness that came over me. It was nothing like the weirdness I'd felt after giving Davis head, though.
This was worse.
So much worse.
Everything inside me threatened to shut down except for the one thing that was hurting the most.
My heart.
It had decided now was a good time to relive every single word, every single touch in graphic detail as I curled up on my side and stared at that stupid fucking door.
I wanted to tell the foolish organ not to bother because I already knew the answer to why Zach had left. It was the same reason he'd stayed away from me so long in the first place. It was the same reason so many people in my life had walked away.