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teamzaylorCHAPTER 40: CALIFUCKINFORNIA Part 3
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Zaylor / Hancest
Pairing: Zac & Taylor
About the story: Zac & Taylor's relationship broke up when they got caught kissing by the press and their career were over in a split of a second. To continue a normal life and to take a break from his brother, Taylor starts to study at a College in London but the long distance between them can't stop their feelings for each other.
Notes: Please bear with our writing, we're not from an English speaking country.
Dear reader, the two of us are not from an english speaking country, so please bear with our writing. And thanks to everyone for your patience
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Taylor
The meeting was successful but there was still a dark cloud in my head and darkened my thoughts and worries. The sudden joy and excitement was gone in a split of seconds after he left me.
I was back at Scott's house fifteen minutes later, hoping that reading would help me to distract for the next few hours but in all honesty all I could think about was Zachary. I took a beach towel out of my suitcase that I wanted to take with me and my book but a picture of Zac which I used as a bookmark dropped out of it and made me let out a sigh. For a moment I sat down on the bed, looked at his picture and thought about what he was doing right now. The thought of him cheating on me was unbearable for me. I could feel my eyes watering accompanied with a hard lump in my throat. I was bemused when a sudden knock at the open door interrupted my trail of thoughts and made me startle and jump a little.
"Oh hey. Sorry I didn't want to scare you," Scott stood in the doorframe and looked down at me.
Why the hell did he always have the most bad timing to appear?
I shoved Zac's picture quickly back between the pages, brushed my eye with my sleeve and looked up to him with a questioning look.
"Why are you here? I thought you wanted to celebrate a party for Zac tonight...?"
"Oh there is no rush. I will join up later..." he responded casually and walked into the room without any invitation. He sat down next to me and I suddenly felt uncomfortable. I didn't expect to meet someone here at this time.
"Are you alright?" he asked in his hypocrite voice. Somehow my instinct told me that his intentions weren't good.
"Sure I am." I wanted to stand up but he laid his hand on my shoulder to hold me back. What the fuck did he want? That I would pour out my woes to him...?!? I didn't even know him!
"You are worried about Zac, right? You are afraid that he might cheat on you."
I hated him, everything about his gay hyprocite behaviour and the fucking fake smile on his face.
"No I'm not afraid and this is none of your business by the way."
"Well you don't need to be afraid. Actually I'm surprised how much your brother has changed since I met him the last time. Seems that he really found what he was looking for." He sized me up from head to toe and I couldn't help to move inconspicuously away from him a bit.
"Thanks Scott but like I said before, I am not afraid," I lied.
I bent down to pick up my stuff when I felt a hand stroking over my back and downwards my spine.
"I don't need to go to party if you need someone to take care of you. Your brother will probably not be back before tomorrow morning. I'm just saying you could also have a nice time..."
I was paralysed by fear for a moment, did he seriously trying to make a pass at me?!? Well, apparently he did. My stomach churned as he moved closer to me. I could feel his warm breath on my neck.
"What a shame to leave a beauty like you all alone the whole evening." He breathed and stroked a strand of my blond hair behind my ear.
I wanted to stand up and leave, but in this moment he suddenly grabbed my chin and turned it towards his face. He leaned in, puckered his lips and tried to push me down on the pillow at the same time...
"Scott! No!!" I finally found my voice again, I couldn't swallow my anger anymore.
"I will not cheat on Zac with you, stop trying to kiss me and please leave me alone!"
I was suprised about my own loud voice, but enough was enough. I didn't even know what I was still doing here, I just wanted to take my stuff and leave. I didn't listen to him anymore. Actually I wanted to get changed before I would go to the beach, but now I was glad that at least he didn't see me changing.
As fast I could I grabbed my suitcase and tossed all my clothes in it and left the house without any farewell. I was mad at Zac that he forced me to stay overnight here and the best thing I could do was flying back home probably.
But I didn't want to act overzealous, deep inside I knew it wasn't Zac fault that his fucking ex boyfriend couldn't keep his hands off of me.
I sighed, the day had began so well but now fate seemed to operate against me.
I felt angry and helpless without my younger brother while I ran like amok in the direction of the beach carrying my suitcase. I would rather live like a tramp than to spend one more second in Scott's house. It was all I could think about for the next twenty minutes but when I arrived at the beach my anger was flown away. I could never hold grudge for long.
And I knew I couldn't be mad at Zac for an incident which wasn't his fault. My worries and yearning were stronger than my anger anyway and Zac would expect to find me on the beach.
After I bought a coffee for myself, I shuffled through the warm sand until I found a place which was a little hidden. I pulled my jacket off and did unfold the beach towel out of my suitcase on the sand before I sat down on it.
For a while I silently watched the waves and wished Zac would be here with me. I was so full of yearning after him.
The suspense was blistering me, but I knew it wouldn't help to continue dreaming about my brother, no matter how much I yearned for him. I sighed and decided to distract myself with reading like my original plan was. I used my suitcase as a backrest and forced my mind into the story for the rest of the evening.
I didn't notice how many time elapsed until it was almost too dark to read. A slightly shove on my back brought me to let my book dropping in the sand. Zac was standing above me and looked down to me under his dark sunglasses. I was happy to see him again, but I couldn't say yet if I was relieved at the same time.
"Hey you're already back?" I asked surprised, looking up to him.
"As it seems," he stated flatly, sat down next to me and crossed his legs indian style.
"Why did you take your suitcase with you? Are you afraid Scott might snoop through your stuff?"
"You never can tell," I said. I knew it was one more lie, but I needed to wait for the right time to tell him about Scott. I didn't know how much he had drank already and how he would react if I confronted him directly with the news that his twink ex friend is not the sound egg like he told me he was. It was a good sign that Zac actually found me and was still able to discourse, so the last thing I wanted was to pick a fight.
"What about your friends and the... party?" I asked baffled.
He shrugged imperviously. "Forget them. They're prejudiced idiots." He bent over to pull off his shoes.
I sighed. As much as I wasn't interested in getting to know his big circle of ex boyfriends, I didn't want him to give up everything for our relationship...
"What did they say?" I asked softly.
He shrugged again, pulled his shirt off his head and tossed it on the sand next to him. "I just can't expect that everyone stays my friend when I'm in relationship with my brother," he explained shortly and stood up again.
Although the thought was kinda sad I knew Zac was right. Being in a relationship did not only ruin our public fanbase, it also reduced our circle of friends. I was already used to the fact but I didn't how Zachary felt about it. It surprised me that his tone sounded indifferent.
"Do you want to want to talk about it?" I offered him.
He shook his head and reached his hand out for me to stand up.
"No they're not important anymore."
"But Zac..."
"Come on I wanna go swimming," he cut me off and reached out to pull at my hand.
I sighed again, took my shoes and my shirt off as well.
"What about your stuff?" he asked as he tied his hair back into a ponytail.
"I will leave it here, no one will steal them." I shrugged naively.
"Sure Taylor and tomorrow comes Santa Claus." Zachary said in a sarcastic tone, shook his head and bent down to dig a hole in the sand in which he put the suitcase afterwards.
After he had buried my treasure of clothes he stood up again and took my hand.
We ran towards the shore until the cold water wetted our feet. I was shuddering about the sudden coldness but I didn't want to play squeamish, so I followed him in the water until our pants were completly soaked with the seawater. For me the ocean always had a scary effect. I loved watching the waves as long as it was from a safe distance. Swimming in the deep water where you don't know what might happen was a thought which scared the fuck out of me.
Besides to that, the water was freaking cold and my skinny body needed more time adjusting to the cold temperature than Zachary's. But I had missed him so much and I was so glad that we're together again, so I tried my best to hide my nervousness until a smooth cold stroke over my ankle made me freaking out.
"Eww there's something slippery at my foot." I cried in digust and panic.
Zac turned around to me with a loud guffaw. "Are you scared that a shark might come and eat you up? Jeeze, you're such a pussy Tay!"
I looked at my brother, taken back for a moment, internally hoping he would revoke his insult, but nothing came from the fucking bastard.
"You're such a stupid macho Zac. This isn't funny. If you can't deal with the way I am, then you should better go back to your fucking twink friends and leave me alone." I shouted annoyed, turned around and struggled myself back to the beach and out of the water, sulking annoyed.
But he followed me quickly, grabbed my shoulder and pulled me roughly against him.
"Zac no! I'm going to look for a hotel."
He pressed his lips on mine and kissed them hard with passion. For a second I really thought he was a shark that ate me up.
"Stop it..." I mumbled reluctantly in his mouth and tried to get out of his grasp, but I knew it was futile, Zac was stronger than me. I was still mad with him but he clung firmly at my arms.
"No I love you too much to let you go again," he growled and continued eating me up. "Besides, your pussiness is way too sexy, baby" he shamelessly added in such a self-evident tone that my cheeks went all warm and red. Though I had to admit that I didn't mind to be soft and sensitive as long as he was taking care of me...
His kissing was rough but I knew it was Zac's kind of romance. I let myself fall in his enchanting words, because him saying that he really loved me caused a feeling of happiness in me. It was something I've yearned for, it was what I needed and my heart raced thousand miles per hour because of what he finally said out loud. He used one hand to grab the back of my head with one hand and the other to cup my butt cheek, forcing me to drew closer against his body. He held me tight against him while he continued kissing me deeply.
I would lie if I didn't admit how fucking hot it was, our wet kissing in the water under a clear spangled sky of Los Angeles.
I had missed his touches while he was with his friends this evening and I had no idea what he did at the party or rather not did... Showing me that he was still into me let my confidence and trust grow. For the first time our Love for each other felt stronger and more important than the influences of his clique. For the first time since.... I don't remember anymore but I finally felt lucky again.
Me and him, nothing else mattered.
I wished we could just stand there and kiss forever until the ocean would have engulfed our cursed souls.
But then Zachary did something unexpected. He stopped kissing me and just looked at me for a while. He still wore his aviator sunglasses but I knew he had his demanding look in his eyes again, which I could never resist and he was so damn sexy in the way he looked with the soaked wet blond strands of hair in front of his pretty face.
Without any warning he suddenly reached out, grabbed my back and my lower legs and lifted my cold and wet body up, only with the strength of his arms. Quite naturally he began to march towards back to the beach and carried me away from the ice cold water.
"Zac let me down!" I shouted afraid, latching my hands tightly around his neck for balance.
But he just shook his head and kept on walking. I didn't know what to say. Once again I was impressed of his strength. It was nice to have a younger brother who took care of me like Zachary did. I never thought about if our twisted roles were unnatural, our incestual relationship caused already enough headache for all of us.
Besides to that, Zac always had this loyal, protective instinct over me while I found myself more than one time helpless without him. As pathetic as it may sound, I loved his way of caring about me and to feel protected by him, so I enjoyed snuggling my head against his wet chest while he carried me back to the beach. Even though, Zac teased me at first, he immediately seemed to know that deep down I was more than relieved getting out of the ocean. I had to admit that no one else could deal with my sensivity so well like Zachary could. I wouldn't know what to do without him.
"Am I not too heavy for you?" I asked shyly, equally overwhelmed by my emotions and his protection.
"Are you kidding me? You are as light as a feather, babe." He softly laughed about my question.
"Is that a compliment?"
"It sure is."
"I like you being the strong one too, Zachary." I quietly confessed and looked up to him, feeling my cheeks flushing once more. Instead of another arrogant statement, he smiled genuinely back at me and kissed my forehead. I loved the romantic feeling of safety in his arms which he gave me while he carried me back to the place where we had left our stuff. And I could feel how much Zachary enjoyed it too. It was never awkward between us.
He carefully put me down on the beach towel and didn't waste time to bend over me. We began to kiss more and more intensively and he pushed me down on my back. Our moaning and touching became more eager with every minute and I didn't care anymore about possible bystanders. My lust and passion for him were growing by every second. I wanted him, needed to feel him inside me again.
"Zac... fuck me please..." I begged. I couldn't wait anymore. He stopped kissing and smiled a little.
"You want it here?" Yeah, I was surprised about myself too, but I wanted to make use of this moment and my lust which helped me to suppress my fear about getting seen by anyone temporarily.
I shyly nodded my agreement. He let go of me, to sat up and turn around to reach down for his wallet and I heard him rummaging.
"Shit..." he spat suddenly.
"What?" I widened my eyes and gave him a frown.
"I forgot to buy new fucking condoms," he sighed, threw his wallet in the sand and groaned in exasperation. He tossed his sunglasses away, plopped his butt down and rested his elbows on his knees without saying another word.
I didn't know what to do. Maybe I thought incidents like these would only happen in bad soaps. Why must that happen when we were both hard like rocks?!?
"I could go and buy some...this is L.A...it wouldn't take long..." he was already pondering.
It was rare to see Zachary in a thoughtful mood. In all honesty, I've already thought more than once about him and me having sex without a condom, we had talked about Zac's fixed habits and I didn't venture to inquire if he would ever change his mind for once so far. But I knew for sure it would ruin our lust and the spontaneity of the moment. I didn't want to wait anymore.
"I... I...don't want you to go Zachary," were the first hardly audible words which came out of my mind in this unpleasant situation. I laid my hand on his shoulder, hoping he would turn around to me.
"Can we please do it for once without... you know...?"I expected him going rage and telling me again how naive I was, but he just sighed.
"I don't know baby. Believe me, I would love nothing better than to fuck your sweet ass without a condom, but we might regret it afterwards, it's still risky."
I felt fire flooding through my cheeks because of his shamelessly sayings, but if I we didn't clarify the subject now, I wasn't sure if I would ever manage to broach the subject again.
"But I'm your brother. Be positive Zac, it'll be okay..." I began softly.
"It's your funeral Taylor. I'm realistic and I feel responsible for you." I felt at that moment that he really treated me good because he was taking care of me. I sat up and leaned over to hug his back, my body was shining with deep gratitude. I almost changed my mind, but if we didn't consider ourselfs too good for giving each other blowjobs I could waive a question.
"Zac I really see your point but we're now in a solid relationship and besides it we... you know... already swallowed stuff which could have been a risk as well, right? I'm just saying something can always happen..."
He didn't respond for a torturing minute which felt like eternity and I didn't know what he was thinking. Thankfully Zachary's thoughtful moods never last long though and all of a sudden his confidence was back as he grinned like a Cheshire cat at me.
"Are you sure you want it, princess?"
I tilted my head down as if it would help to hide my pink cheeks.
"If it would be my death-bed will this would it be." I awkwardly confessed.
How colorful Taylor. I knew it was not very tasteful to use that term but in all honesty it was the scary truth. I didn't even have an excuse for it. The steady up and down's of the last days somehow made me feel tired of my relentless fears and it was about time to say out loud what I wanted. On a serious note, I didn't want him to regret that his decision for our relationship and against his twink friends was the right one. Sure, we would never be able to marry or have own children, but that's another story.
"You like taking it, don't you?" He cooed in a husky, seductive voice. It was always the same. When he had already made me blush and I thought it couldn't go further, Zac suddenly said or did something which made me blush even deeper. This time, I blushed so hard that I could only nod. No complains from me about that department.
"Makes you wanna have sex with me, huh?" He smirked and drew closer to me again. I knew he was still tipsy, so I didn't care too much about his vulgar sayings. And he even managed to carry me back to the beach, so I assumed that he took my cues at least for once and didn't drink that much until he was completly wasted.
I nodded. "I need you so bad in me Zachary," I whimpered demandingly.
Zachary's swollen lips tasted like wine. For the first time we could live out our forbidden love...
I felt my whole body shivering from the simple pleasure of his warm lips against mine as he sucked roughly at my underlip until it bled. The feeling of our writhing wet bodies as we grasped at each other was overwhelming and made me feel even more closer to him. I was so glad that we didn't need to hide our relationship anymore, the great new feeling that we were finally able to do what we wanted in public without being afraid of Paparrazos and noisy Stalkers made us feel lucky again.
Fortunately, this part of the beach was devoid of other people. Somehow, we managed to get rid of our sticky wet pants, I opened my eyes to find his warm brown eyes looking at me as we pulled apart. I waited for his instructions, like usual but they didn't come.
"Zac I can't wait anymore..." I whispered in his ear.
"Eager much?" he smirked back at me.
"Yeah..." I gasped. He sat up and softly parted my legs.
"Don't you... don't you want me to turn around?" I frowned shyly. My insecurity was back but thankfully Zac knew what needed to be said. Quite obviously he always knew what he wanted and didn't have issues to speak it out.
"No, I wanna see your pretty baby face while we're doing it!" he answered determined.
Sure his statements were apart from any moral and always made me blush, but at the same time they confirmed me that he was in Love with me in the same abnormal way I felt for him. He positioned between my legs and I slowly pulled them back.
"Ready?" His voice was raspy again, either from craving or his tipsyness I wasn't quite sure about that part.
In the moment I answered affirmatively, I suddenly realized what was coming and my stomach tensed up a little but I wanted to confirm him my trust like I had intended.
"You can do what you want with me Zachary. I'm completely yours." I revealed, he had deserved to hear my trust and there was no alternative to make a retreat anymore. I wanted and needed him more than anything.
"I know baby." He replied, the thankfulness about my trust reflected in his hazel eyes.
He pressed his cock in me, slowly at first, but soon with more pressure. I bit my lower lip and squeaked as pain seared through my whole body and I digged my fingers in his arms as tight as I could for emotional security.
"Ah Zac..." I whimpered painfully.
I wish I could skip the hurting feeling of him sliding into me but Zachary was always worth the pain. The warm and protective look in his brown eyes always helped me to relax.
"Don't worry baby, I'll be gentle." He soothed me as I sqeaked. I never wanted to miss a single second of our intimate moments. I opened my wet lips and moaned loudly as he slid deep into me.
For the first time, we could feel each other for real without a slippery rubber around his cock which was a completely new experience for both of us.
When he was in me, I forgot everything around us. After he gave me a short while to adjust he started to thrust in me hard and fast. Zachary loved to fuck hard and roughly, but this time there was almost no dirty talk between us. He just watched me squirming under his movements and smiled a little every time I couldn't help to let out a high pitched squeaking noise.
He withdrew, grabbed my ankles and pushed them lightly a little bit higher to plunge even deeper and more harder into me than he was ever before. I didn't think that was possible. Goosebumps ran over my body and I gasped loudly while my eyelashes were fluttering uncontrollably. It was almost too much for me to handle.
At this moment, I realized I was naive to believe rooftop sex was Zachary's limit. Here on the beach where the risk that someone might caught us during our act was much higher made our act even riskier and hotter at the same time.
"Zac...oh god Zac...what are you doing with me?" I gasped in surprise about his wild, aggressive passion. The feeling was so intense I could barely take it.
"I'm here baby, just relax..." he reassured me in a soothing tone.
"But someone might hear us..." I squeezed wide eyed, clueless how I could catch up with his level.
"Good, maybe they’ll be reminded what life is all about." He responded indifferently. Shame was apparently not in his vocabulary.
"And you don't feel ashamed that someone might come and see us?"
"Taylor, you're someone so very special. I would never be ashamed of you! I'm much too proud to have someone like you." He stated confidently, kissed my sweaty forehead and continued thrusting. His answer made me melt and losing all my doubts and worries I ever had.
"Oh Zachary..." I moaned with devotion and he smiled at me with his breathtaking million dollar smile. Zachary loved it when I moaned his name. It was all I needed to let myself fall in the might he had over me and let him fuck the innocence out of me. Zachary reinforced his grasp which made it impossible for me to slide away.
He fucked me harder and caused me to cry out loud over and over again. I couldn't think about the risk anymore that someone might have heard us, I just couldn't help it. And I knew that he did it very deliberately. Without mercy, he continued aiming roughly for my most sensitive spot over and over again, he made me feel so giddy and defenseless as he kept pounding in my ass. I couldn't even think anymore, my younger brother totally blew my mind.
"Oh Zac...you're so deep inside of me." I whimpered submissively, losing myself in ecstasy. It aroused me how strong he was and how weak and submissive he made me feel.
"You're my baby, Tay." He groaned back and parted my legs even wider. I loved how firmly he was pushing them up, I couldn't lower them one inch, he was holding my ankles in such a strong grip. His dominance gave me goosebumps over my whole body. I was Zachary's babe... why did that make my heart race so fast?
I then reached a point at which I almost wasn't sure if I was able to handle his hard thrusts anymore. I shivered desperately, digging my fingernails into his strong upper arms, searching for any support I could get... Somehow that gave me a sense of security. I couldn’t explain it. He loved to make me desperate and that's what he did with his fast, hard thrusts. Torn between pain and ecstasy I squeaked and whimpered, my little toes were curling and twitching in the air. Nothing and no one could stop Zac anymore. And I didn't want him too.
Our breathing and gasping became to a unity. For a while it felt like we were flying, him with his irresistable look in his eyes above me while drops of my pre-cum filled the space between our stomachs like warm little raindrops on our naked skin...
I wanted to become even more submissive to Zac if that was possible, no matter if it was a risky game, I just loved feeling the tension that came with the thought and I trusted him enough that he would take care of me and treat me good. I enjoyed being submissive to my little brother, maybe because it made us unusual to me and our relationship even more special. I couldn't imagine something hotter than us being twisted like we were.
"Hmm...baby you have such a pretty and tight little ass..." Zac growled shamelessly above me. My blush rose immediately and I already knew that the horny bastard did it on purpose as I felt my limbs tensing up which apparently made me even more tight for him because he began to groan louder and made me squeaking higher.
He accelerated the pace of his thrusts and made me crying out in the most intense way possible. I could hold nothing back anymore which came out of my mouth. My high desperate cries caused by my little brother rigorously fucking my brain out filled the nightly summer air of Los Angeles...
Bright colors and stars clouded my vision. His breathings became faster and shorter until we were falling over the edge...
The innocence was engulfed by our passion, I never got fucked so hard before but I felt too weak not to enjoy how he came in me for the first time. He groaned loudly and with one last big thrust he shoved his cock up my ass and shot his loads deep into my body...
Our flight ceased aprubtly a few seconds later and we landed back in the sand.
I never had expected that the most kinkiest scene of my life would took place at the beach in Los Angeles... horniness can compromise your common sense, but I just wasn't able to regret what we did, even if we were both condemned to hell.
Gaspingly, we're lying there, his head resting on my chest. I wrapped my arms around his sweaty back and we laid there for a few minutes, totally spent and panting heavily.
I loved him too much to regret a single second.
Eventually, he climbed off of me, so I could slowly lower my aching legs down. Instinctively I clenched to keep his load in my ass.
"Are you okay sweetheart?"
"Yeah." It was all I coud gasp. The sensation of being so filled was indescribable and I still felt giddy and overwhelmed because of what he just did with me. I was just too shy to admit that I loved the feeling of being filled with his cum. I wanted to keep it all inside of me over the night because it made me feel belonging to Zac even more.
"My gosh Zac, you are such an animal!" I said with an exhausted smile as I slowly caught my breath.
"Mmh... you liked getting fucked by me, princess?" He smirked and rested his head in his palm as he studied my profile until I blushed.
"I love it so much," I breathed and we exchanged glances, smiling at each other.
My erection was still aching, so I reached awkwardly down to deliver myself from the pain and need as well. In an instant Zachary stopped my intention, his eyebrows furrowed as he grabbed my wrists and pushed my hands forcefully to my sides.
"Take your hands away Taylor this is my job!" He commanded sternly. "I want your arms at your sides, do not move them from your side unless I say so." He instructed like a soldier that didn't allow any backtalk.
"Yes sir." I winced a little about his dominating tone, but let him do as he liked.
"We're not done yet baby," he cooed equally seductively and decisively.
Instead of jerking me off, he bent down and began to suck my hard errection. Worriedly, I looked around to check if no other people were in sight. For a moment I even contemplated to take another beach towel to cover his head with it. Even though it was quite evident what we're doing, I still preserved a sense of shame and I knew that he knew it. Still, Zachary didn't let go off my wrists and kept holding them beside my hips in a firm grip.
Even though, the thought that someone might come and see what we were doing panicked me inwardly, it equally turned me on how dominant how he was with me. He held my wrists so firmly in his hands and pushed them into the warm sand at my sides so that I couldn't move them. He enjoyed making me feel docile and submissive to him and I had to admit I did too. As I couldn't help to let out a few high pitched squeakings again when I felt his teeth lightly stroking over my glans I saw him smiling. Zachary always knew how to make it right and he sucked my cock like he never did anything else before.
Relax I'm here baby. Relax.... Zachary's words still echoed in my head.
Somehow, I found a way to keep my ass cheeks clenched but relax my body enough to let myself go. I closed my eyes and let myself falling and him doing with me whatever he wanted. I came into his mouth two minutes later, cried out his name in sexual ecstasy, my fingers were clawing and convulsing in his hair...
I needed some time to recover, but Zachary wasted no time, he quickly sat up and bent over me again and told me to open my mouth. I didn't get his intention until he smirked again a little, leaned in for a pash and parted his lips slowly. Zachary always knew how to add something on top...
Once our lips met he let my cum flow from his lips and transferred it slowly into my mouth. It all happened with the most wet and intense kiss I ever got. I didn't have another choice than to swallow everything he gave me but in a sensual frenzy, Zachary had full control over me... We exchanged french kisses until the very last drop and I sucked eagerly at his tongue to catch everything he gave me. Once again I was surprised and stunned to which new stages my younger brother brought me to. "You learn quick baby," He praised proudly and made me blush again but I didn't mind because I knew that he loved to live out his wild, dominant side with me and I loved it too.
I had now tasted both of our cum in quick succession, and I found they were pretty similar - he was my brother after all - but I dunno. His was different, saltier maybe, or maybe it was in my head. The important thing is that I was hooked.
"Don't ever think you need to change Taylor. I love you how you are and I will always protect you, baby." He shifted above me and placed a soft kiss on my sweaty forehead. I loved it so much when he protected me, especially when he gave me that warm and proud big brother smile.
"Oh Zac, I love you too from all my heart," I breathed exhausted and took his hand to place it over my heart. I knew now that because of him, I didn't need to be strong. Zachary was strong for me.
He pulled me closer into his arms. And it felt so good. I could have laid snuggling in his strong, protective arms for eternity.
"Zac...?" I asked drowsily after a while, nearly fallen asleep while I was enjoying the safe and peaceful feeling with his arms around me...
"Hmm?"
"Can we sleep here tonight? I don't wanna go back to Scott."
His question came quick like a shot.
"Why? Did he say something weird to you?"
I sensed that his protective instinct alarm bells were ringing in his head I could hear it in his irritated tone. He hadn't deserved to be lied another time, I owed him the truth.
"Honestly yes, but nothing really happened. He tried to kiss me... that's why I took my stuff and left... please Zac take it easy!"
I could hear and feel a deep, angry growl in Zac's rib cage, because my head rested on his chest but I didn't want to make him upset, so I reached out for his hand and squeezed it tightly in my hand to prove him there is nothing to worry about. I was relieved that he didn't let go of me and squeezed my hand back. At least he didn't question me.
Even though he often made me blush like a girl, Zachary seemed to be a better person than I was in all his craziness and unpredictable behavior. He never questioned me like I did at first. I was so lucky to have him.
We were even too tired to put on our clothes again, so I just covered a second beach towel over our lower bodies.
The last sounds of the day came from the steady waves and the nice feeling of Zachary's naked body leaning at my back which made me calm and fell asleep in a short time...
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Rating: NC-17
Genre: Zaylor / Hancest
Pairing: Zac & Taylor
About the story: Zac & Taylor's relationship broke up when they got caught kissing by the press and their career were over in a split of a second. To continue a normal life and to take a break from his brother, Taylor starts to study at a College in London but the long distance between them can't stop their feelings for each other.
Notes: Please bear with our writing, we're not from an English speaking country.
Dear reader, the two of us are not from an english speaking country, so please bear with our writing. And thanks to everyone for your patience
Please feel free to comment, we love to hear your thoughts and appreciate everyone's feedback! Taylor
The meeting was successful but there was still a dark cloud in my head and darkened my thoughts and worries. The sudden joy and excitement was gone in a split of seconds after he left me.
I was back at Scott's house fifteen minutes later, hoping that reading would help me to distract for the next few hours but in all honesty all I could think about was Zachary. I took a beach towel out of my suitcase that I wanted to take with me and my book but a picture of Zac which I used as a bookmark dropped out of it and made me let out a sigh. For a moment I sat down on the bed, looked at his picture and thought about what he was doing right now. The thought of him cheating on me was unbearable for me. I could feel my eyes watering accompanied with a hard lump in my throat. I was bemused when a sudden knock at the open door interrupted my trail of thoughts and made me startle and jump a little.
"Oh hey. Sorry I didn't want to scare you," Scott stood in the doorframe and looked down at me.
Why the hell did he always have the most bad timing to appear?
I shoved Zac's picture quickly back between the pages, brushed my eye with my sleeve and looked up to him with a questioning look.
"Why are you here? I thought you wanted to celebrate a party for Zac tonight...?"
"Oh there is no rush. I will join up later..." he responded casually and walked into the room without any invitation. He sat down next to me and I suddenly felt uncomfortable. I didn't expect to meet someone here at this time.
"Are you alright?" he asked in his hypocrite voice. Somehow my instinct told me that his intentions weren't good.
"Sure I am." I wanted to stand up but he laid his hand on my shoulder to hold me back. What the fuck did he want? That I would pour out my woes to him...?!? I didn't even know him!
"You are worried about Zac, right? You are afraid that he might cheat on you."
I hated him, everything about his gay hyprocite behaviour and the fucking fake smile on his face.
"No I'm not afraid and this is none of your business by the way."
"Well you don't need to be afraid. Actually I'm surprised how much your brother has changed since I met him the last time. Seems that he really found what he was looking for." He sized me up from head to toe and I couldn't help to move inconspicuously away from him a bit.
"Thanks Scott but like I said before, I am not afraid," I lied.
I bent down to pick up my stuff when I felt a hand stroking over my back and downwards my spine.
"I don't need to go to party if you need someone to take care of you. Your brother will probably not be back before tomorrow morning. I'm just saying you could also have a nice time..."
I was paralysed by fear for a moment, did he seriously trying to make a pass at me?!? Well, apparently he did. My stomach churned as he moved closer to me. I could feel his warm breath on my neck.
"What a shame to leave a beauty like you all alone the whole evening." He breathed and stroked a strand of my blond hair behind my ear.
I wanted to stand up and leave, but in this moment he suddenly grabbed my chin and turned it towards his face. He leaned in, puckered his lips and tried to push me down on the pillow at the same time...
"Scott! No!!" I finally found my voice again, I couldn't swallow my anger anymore.
"I will not cheat on Zac with you, stop trying to kiss me and please leave me alone!"
I was suprised about my own loud voice, but enough was enough. I didn't even know what I was still doing here, I just wanted to take my stuff and leave. I didn't listen to him anymore. Actually I wanted to get changed before I would go to the beach, but now I was glad that at least he didn't see me changing.
As fast I could I grabbed my suitcase and tossed all my clothes in it and left the house without any farewell. I was mad at Zac that he forced me to stay overnight here and the best thing I could do was flying back home probably.
But I didn't want to act overzealous, deep inside I knew it wasn't Zac fault that his fucking ex boyfriend couldn't keep his hands off of me.
I sighed, the day had began so well but now fate seemed to operate against me.
I felt angry and helpless without my younger brother while I ran like amok in the direction of the beach carrying my suitcase. I would rather live like a tramp than to spend one more second in Scott's house. It was all I could think about for the next twenty minutes but when I arrived at the beach my anger was flown away. I could never hold grudge for long.
And I knew I couldn't be mad at Zac for an incident which wasn't his fault. My worries and yearning were stronger than my anger anyway and Zac would expect to find me on the beach.
After I bought a coffee for myself, I shuffled through the warm sand until I found a place which was a little hidden. I pulled my jacket off and did unfold the beach towel out of my suitcase on the sand before I sat down on it.
For a while I silently watched the waves and wished Zac would be here with me. I was so full of yearning after him.
The suspense was blistering me, but I knew it wouldn't help to continue dreaming about my brother, no matter how much I yearned for him. I sighed and decided to distract myself with reading like my original plan was. I used my suitcase as a backrest and forced my mind into the story for the rest of the evening.
I didn't notice how many time elapsed until it was almost too dark to read. A slightly shove on my back brought me to let my book dropping in the sand. Zac was standing above me and looked down to me under his dark sunglasses. I was happy to see him again, but I couldn't say yet if I was relieved at the same time.
"Hey you're already back?" I asked surprised, looking up to him.
"As it seems," he stated flatly, sat down next to me and crossed his legs indian style.
"Why did you take your suitcase with you? Are you afraid Scott might snoop through your stuff?"
"You never can tell," I said. I knew it was one more lie, but I needed to wait for the right time to tell him about Scott. I didn't know how much he had drank already and how he would react if I confronted him directly with the news that his twink ex friend is not the sound egg like he told me he was. It was a good sign that Zac actually found me and was still able to discourse, so the last thing I wanted was to pick a fight.
"What about your friends and the... party?" I asked baffled.
He shrugged imperviously. "Forget them. They're prejudiced idiots." He bent over to pull off his shoes.
I sighed. As much as I wasn't interested in getting to know his big circle of ex boyfriends, I didn't want him to give up everything for our relationship...
"What did they say?" I asked softly.
He shrugged again, pulled his shirt off his head and tossed it on the sand next to him. "I just can't expect that everyone stays my friend when I'm in relationship with my brother," he explained shortly and stood up again.
Although the thought was kinda sad I knew Zac was right. Being in a relationship did not only ruin our public fanbase, it also reduced our circle of friends. I was already used to the fact but I didn't how Zachary felt about it. It surprised me that his tone sounded indifferent.
"Do you want to want to talk about it?" I offered him.
He shook his head and reached his hand out for me to stand up.
"No they're not important anymore."
"But Zac..."
"Come on I wanna go swimming," he cut me off and reached out to pull at my hand.
I sighed again, took my shoes and my shirt off as well.
"What about your stuff?" he asked as he tied his hair back into a ponytail.
"I will leave it here, no one will steal them." I shrugged naively.
"Sure Taylor and tomorrow comes Santa Claus." Zachary said in a sarcastic tone, shook his head and bent down to dig a hole in the sand in which he put the suitcase afterwards.
After he had buried my treasure of clothes he stood up again and took my hand.
We ran towards the shore until the cold water wetted our feet. I was shuddering about the sudden coldness but I didn't want to play squeamish, so I followed him in the water until our pants were completly soaked with the seawater. For me the ocean always had a scary effect. I loved watching the waves as long as it was from a safe distance. Swimming in the deep water where you don't know what might happen was a thought which scared the fuck out of me.
Besides to that, the water was freaking cold and my skinny body needed more time adjusting to the cold temperature than Zachary's. But I had missed him so much and I was so glad that we're together again, so I tried my best to hide my nervousness until a smooth cold stroke over my ankle made me freaking out.
"Eww there's something slippery at my foot." I cried in digust and panic.
Zac turned around to me with a loud guffaw. "Are you scared that a shark might come and eat you up? Jeeze, you're such a pussy Tay!"
I looked at my brother, taken back for a moment, internally hoping he would revoke his insult, but nothing came from the fucking bastard.
"You're such a stupid macho Zac. This isn't funny. If you can't deal with the way I am, then you should better go back to your fucking twink friends and leave me alone." I shouted annoyed, turned around and struggled myself back to the beach and out of the water, sulking annoyed.
But he followed me quickly, grabbed my shoulder and pulled me roughly against him.
"Zac no! I'm going to look for a hotel."
He pressed his lips on mine and kissed them hard with passion. For a second I really thought he was a shark that ate me up.
"Stop it..." I mumbled reluctantly in his mouth and tried to get out of his grasp, but I knew it was futile, Zac was stronger than me. I was still mad with him but he clung firmly at my arms.
"No I love you too much to let you go again," he growled and continued eating me up. "Besides, your pussiness is way too sexy, baby" he shamelessly added in such a self-evident tone that my cheeks went all warm and red. Though I had to admit that I didn't mind to be soft and sensitive as long as he was taking care of me...
His kissing was rough but I knew it was Zac's kind of romance. I let myself fall in his enchanting words, because him saying that he really loved me caused a feeling of happiness in me. It was something I've yearned for, it was what I needed and my heart raced thousand miles per hour because of what he finally said out loud. He used one hand to grab the back of my head with one hand and the other to cup my butt cheek, forcing me to drew closer against his body. He held me tight against him while he continued kissing me deeply.
I would lie if I didn't admit how fucking hot it was, our wet kissing in the water under a clear spangled sky of Los Angeles.
I had missed his touches while he was with his friends this evening and I had no idea what he did at the party or rather not did... Showing me that he was still into me let my confidence and trust grow. For the first time our Love for each other felt stronger and more important than the influences of his clique. For the first time since.... I don't remember anymore but I finally felt lucky again.
Me and him, nothing else mattered.
I wished we could just stand there and kiss forever until the ocean would have engulfed our cursed souls.
But then Zachary did something unexpected. He stopped kissing me and just looked at me for a while. He still wore his aviator sunglasses but I knew he had his demanding look in his eyes again, which I could never resist and he was so damn sexy in the way he looked with the soaked wet blond strands of hair in front of his pretty face.
Without any warning he suddenly reached out, grabbed my back and my lower legs and lifted my cold and wet body up, only with the strength of his arms. Quite naturally he began to march towards back to the beach and carried me away from the ice cold water.
"Zac let me down!" I shouted afraid, latching my hands tightly around his neck for balance.
But he just shook his head and kept on walking. I didn't know what to say. Once again I was impressed of his strength. It was nice to have a younger brother who took care of me like Zachary did. I never thought about if our twisted roles were unnatural, our incestual relationship caused already enough headache for all of us.
Besides to that, Zac always had this loyal, protective instinct over me while I found myself more than one time helpless without him. As pathetic as it may sound, I loved his way of caring about me and to feel protected by him, so I enjoyed snuggling my head against his wet chest while he carried me back to the beach. Even though, Zac teased me at first, he immediately seemed to know that deep down I was more than relieved getting out of the ocean. I had to admit that no one else could deal with my sensivity so well like Zachary could. I wouldn't know what to do without him.
"Am I not too heavy for you?" I asked shyly, equally overwhelmed by my emotions and his protection.
"Are you kidding me? You are as light as a feather, babe." He softly laughed about my question.
"Is that a compliment?"
"It sure is."
"I like you being the strong one too, Zachary." I quietly confessed and looked up to him, feeling my cheeks flushing once more. Instead of another arrogant statement, he smiled genuinely back at me and kissed my forehead. I loved the romantic feeling of safety in his arms which he gave me while he carried me back to the place where we had left our stuff. And I could feel how much Zachary enjoyed it too. It was never awkward between us.
He carefully put me down on the beach towel and didn't waste time to bend over me. We began to kiss more and more intensively and he pushed me down on my back. Our moaning and touching became more eager with every minute and I didn't care anymore about possible bystanders. My lust and passion for him were growing by every second. I wanted him, needed to feel him inside me again.
"Zac... fuck me please..." I begged. I couldn't wait anymore. He stopped kissing and smiled a little.
"You want it here?" Yeah, I was surprised about myself too, but I wanted to make use of this moment and my lust which helped me to suppress my fear about getting seen by anyone temporarily.
I shyly nodded my agreement. He let go of me, to sat up and turn around to reach down for his wallet and I heard him rummaging.
"Shit..." he spat suddenly.
"What?" I widened my eyes and gave him a frown.
"I forgot to buy new fucking condoms," he sighed, threw his wallet in the sand and groaned in exasperation. He tossed his sunglasses away, plopped his butt down and rested his elbows on his knees without saying another word.
I didn't know what to do. Maybe I thought incidents like these would only happen in bad soaps. Why must that happen when we were both hard like rocks?!?
"I could go and buy some...this is L.A...it wouldn't take long..." he was already pondering.
It was rare to see Zachary in a thoughtful mood. In all honesty, I've already thought more than once about him and me having sex without a condom, we had talked about Zac's fixed habits and I didn't venture to inquire if he would ever change his mind for once so far. But I knew for sure it would ruin our lust and the spontaneity of the moment. I didn't want to wait anymore.
"I... I...don't want you to go Zachary," were the first hardly audible words which came out of my mind in this unpleasant situation. I laid my hand on his shoulder, hoping he would turn around to me.
"Can we please do it for once without... you know...?"I expected him going rage and telling me again how naive I was, but he just sighed.
"I don't know baby. Believe me, I would love nothing better than to fuck your sweet ass without a condom, but we might regret it afterwards, it's still risky."
I felt fire flooding through my cheeks because of his shamelessly sayings, but if I we didn't clarify the subject now, I wasn't sure if I would ever manage to broach the subject again.
"But I'm your brother. Be positive Zac, it'll be okay..." I began softly.
"It's your funeral Taylor. I'm realistic and I feel responsible for you." I felt at that moment that he really treated me good because he was taking care of me. I sat up and leaned over to hug his back, my body was shining with deep gratitude. I almost changed my mind, but if we didn't consider ourselfs too good for giving each other blowjobs I could waive a question.
"Zac I really see your point but we're now in a solid relationship and besides it we... you know... already swallowed stuff which could have been a risk as well, right? I'm just saying something can always happen..."
He didn't respond for a torturing minute which felt like eternity and I didn't know what he was thinking. Thankfully Zachary's thoughtful moods never last long though and all of a sudden his confidence was back as he grinned like a Cheshire cat at me.
"Are you sure you want it, princess?"
I tilted my head down as if it would help to hide my pink cheeks.
"If it would be my death-bed will this would it be." I awkwardly confessed.
How colorful Taylor. I knew it was not very tasteful to use that term but in all honesty it was the scary truth. I didn't even have an excuse for it. The steady up and down's of the last days somehow made me feel tired of my relentless fears and it was about time to say out loud what I wanted. On a serious note, I didn't want him to regret that his decision for our relationship and against his twink friends was the right one. Sure, we would never be able to marry or have own children, but that's another story.
"You like taking it, don't you?" He cooed in a husky, seductive voice. It was always the same. When he had already made me blush and I thought it couldn't go further, Zac suddenly said or did something which made me blush even deeper. This time, I blushed so hard that I could only nod. No complains from me about that department.
"Makes you wanna have sex with me, huh?" He smirked and drew closer to me again. I knew he was still tipsy, so I didn't care too much about his vulgar sayings. And he even managed to carry me back to the beach, so I assumed that he took my cues at least for once and didn't drink that much until he was completly wasted.
I nodded. "I need you so bad in me Zachary," I whimpered demandingly.
Zachary's swollen lips tasted like wine. For the first time we could live out our forbidden love...
I felt my whole body shivering from the simple pleasure of his warm lips against mine as he sucked roughly at my underlip until it bled. The feeling of our writhing wet bodies as we grasped at each other was overwhelming and made me feel even more closer to him. I was so glad that we didn't need to hide our relationship anymore, the great new feeling that we were finally able to do what we wanted in public without being afraid of Paparrazos and noisy Stalkers made us feel lucky again.
Fortunately, this part of the beach was devoid of other people. Somehow, we managed to get rid of our sticky wet pants, I opened my eyes to find his warm brown eyes looking at me as we pulled apart. I waited for his instructions, like usual but they didn't come.
"Zac I can't wait anymore..." I whispered in his ear.
"Eager much?" he smirked back at me.
"Yeah..." I gasped. He sat up and softly parted my legs.
"Don't you... don't you want me to turn around?" I frowned shyly. My insecurity was back but thankfully Zac knew what needed to be said. Quite obviously he always knew what he wanted and didn't have issues to speak it out.
"No, I wanna see your pretty baby face while we're doing it!" he answered determined.
Sure his statements were apart from any moral and always made me blush, but at the same time they confirmed me that he was in Love with me in the same abnormal way I felt for him. He positioned between my legs and I slowly pulled them back.
"Ready?" His voice was raspy again, either from craving or his tipsyness I wasn't quite sure about that part.
In the moment I answered affirmatively, I suddenly realized what was coming and my stomach tensed up a little but I wanted to confirm him my trust like I had intended.
"You can do what you want with me Zachary. I'm completely yours." I revealed, he had deserved to hear my trust and there was no alternative to make a retreat anymore. I wanted and needed him more than anything.
"I know baby." He replied, the thankfulness about my trust reflected in his hazel eyes.
He pressed his cock in me, slowly at first, but soon with more pressure. I bit my lower lip and squeaked as pain seared through my whole body and I digged my fingers in his arms as tight as I could for emotional security.
"Ah Zac..." I whimpered painfully.
I wish I could skip the hurting feeling of him sliding into me but Zachary was always worth the pain. The warm and protective look in his brown eyes always helped me to relax.
"Don't worry baby, I'll be gentle." He soothed me as I sqeaked. I never wanted to miss a single second of our intimate moments. I opened my wet lips and moaned loudly as he slid deep into me.
For the first time, we could feel each other for real without a slippery rubber around his cock which was a completely new experience for both of us.
When he was in me, I forgot everything around us. After he gave me a short while to adjust he started to thrust in me hard and fast. Zachary loved to fuck hard and roughly, but this time there was almost no dirty talk between us. He just watched me squirming under his movements and smiled a little every time I couldn't help to let out a high pitched squeaking noise.
He withdrew, grabbed my ankles and pushed them lightly a little bit higher to plunge even deeper and more harder into me than he was ever before. I didn't think that was possible. Goosebumps ran over my body and I gasped loudly while my eyelashes were fluttering uncontrollably. It was almost too much for me to handle.
At this moment, I realized I was naive to believe rooftop sex was Zachary's limit. Here on the beach where the risk that someone might caught us during our act was much higher made our act even riskier and hotter at the same time.
"Zac...oh god Zac...what are you doing with me?" I gasped in surprise about his wild, aggressive passion. The feeling was so intense I could barely take it.
"I'm here baby, just relax..." he reassured me in a soothing tone.
"But someone might hear us..." I squeezed wide eyed, clueless how I could catch up with his level.
"Good, maybe they’ll be reminded what life is all about." He responded indifferently. Shame was apparently not in his vocabulary.
"And you don't feel ashamed that someone might come and see us?"
"Taylor, you're someone so very special. I would never be ashamed of you! I'm much too proud to have someone like you." He stated confidently, kissed my sweaty forehead and continued thrusting. His answer made me melt and losing all my doubts and worries I ever had.
"Oh Zachary..." I moaned with devotion and he smiled at me with his breathtaking million dollar smile. Zachary loved it when I moaned his name. It was all I needed to let myself fall in the might he had over me and let him fuck the innocence out of me. Zachary reinforced his grasp which made it impossible for me to slide away.
He fucked me harder and caused me to cry out loud over and over again. I couldn't think about the risk anymore that someone might have heard us, I just couldn't help it. And I knew that he did it very deliberately. Without mercy, he continued aiming roughly for my most sensitive spot over and over again, he made me feel so giddy and defenseless as he kept pounding in my ass. I couldn't even think anymore, my younger brother totally blew my mind.
"Oh Zac...you're so deep inside of me." I whimpered submissively, losing myself in ecstasy. It aroused me how strong he was and how weak and submissive he made me feel.
"You're my baby, Tay." He groaned back and parted my legs even wider. I loved how firmly he was pushing them up, I couldn't lower them one inch, he was holding my ankles in such a strong grip. His dominance gave me goosebumps over my whole body. I was Zachary's babe... why did that make my heart race so fast?
I then reached a point at which I almost wasn't sure if I was able to handle his hard thrusts anymore. I shivered desperately, digging my fingernails into his strong upper arms, searching for any support I could get... Somehow that gave me a sense of security. I couldn’t explain it. He loved to make me desperate and that's what he did with his fast, hard thrusts. Torn between pain and ecstasy I squeaked and whimpered, my little toes were curling and twitching in the air. Nothing and no one could stop Zac anymore. And I didn't want him too.
Our breathing and gasping became to a unity. For a while it felt like we were flying, him with his irresistable look in his eyes above me while drops of my pre-cum filled the space between our stomachs like warm little raindrops on our naked skin...
I wanted to become even more submissive to Zac if that was possible, no matter if it was a risky game, I just loved feeling the tension that came with the thought and I trusted him enough that he would take care of me and treat me good. I enjoyed being submissive to my little brother, maybe because it made us unusual to me and our relationship even more special. I couldn't imagine something hotter than us being twisted like we were.
"Hmm...baby you have such a pretty and tight little ass..." Zac growled shamelessly above me. My blush rose immediately and I already knew that the horny bastard did it on purpose as I felt my limbs tensing up which apparently made me even more tight for him because he began to groan louder and made me squeaking higher.
He accelerated the pace of his thrusts and made me crying out in the most intense way possible. I could hold nothing back anymore which came out of my mouth. My high desperate cries caused by my little brother rigorously fucking my brain out filled the nightly summer air of Los Angeles...
Bright colors and stars clouded my vision. His breathings became faster and shorter until we were falling over the edge...
The innocence was engulfed by our passion, I never got fucked so hard before but I felt too weak not to enjoy how he came in me for the first time. He groaned loudly and with one last big thrust he shoved his cock up my ass and shot his loads deep into my body...
Our flight ceased aprubtly a few seconds later and we landed back in the sand.
I never had expected that the most kinkiest scene of my life would took place at the beach in Los Angeles... horniness can compromise your common sense, but I just wasn't able to regret what we did, even if we were both condemned to hell.
Gaspingly, we're lying there, his head resting on my chest. I wrapped my arms around his sweaty back and we laid there for a few minutes, totally spent and panting heavily.
I loved him too much to regret a single second.
Eventually, he climbed off of me, so I could slowly lower my aching legs down. Instinctively I clenched to keep his load in my ass.
"Are you okay sweetheart?"
"Yeah." It was all I coud gasp. The sensation of being so filled was indescribable and I still felt giddy and overwhelmed because of what he just did with me. I was just too shy to admit that I loved the feeling of being filled with his cum. I wanted to keep it all inside of me over the night because it made me feel belonging to Zac even more.
"My gosh Zac, you are such an animal!" I said with an exhausted smile as I slowly caught my breath.
"Mmh... you liked getting fucked by me, princess?" He smirked and rested his head in his palm as he studied my profile until I blushed.
"I love it so much," I breathed and we exchanged glances, smiling at each other.
My erection was still aching, so I reached awkwardly down to deliver myself from the pain and need as well. In an instant Zachary stopped my intention, his eyebrows furrowed as he grabbed my wrists and pushed my hands forcefully to my sides.
"Take your hands away Taylor this is my job!" He commanded sternly. "I want your arms at your sides, do not move them from your side unless I say so." He instructed like a soldier that didn't allow any backtalk.
"Yes sir." I winced a little about his dominating tone, but let him do as he liked.
"We're not done yet baby," he cooed equally seductively and decisively.
Instead of jerking me off, he bent down and began to suck my hard errection. Worriedly, I looked around to check if no other people were in sight. For a moment I even contemplated to take another beach towel to cover his head with it. Even though it was quite evident what we're doing, I still preserved a sense of shame and I knew that he knew it. Still, Zachary didn't let go off my wrists and kept holding them beside my hips in a firm grip.
Even though, the thought that someone might come and see what we were doing panicked me inwardly, it equally turned me on how dominant how he was with me. He held my wrists so firmly in his hands and pushed them into the warm sand at my sides so that I couldn't move them. He enjoyed making me feel docile and submissive to him and I had to admit I did too. As I couldn't help to let out a few high pitched squeakings again when I felt his teeth lightly stroking over my glans I saw him smiling. Zachary always knew how to make it right and he sucked my cock like he never did anything else before.
Relax I'm here baby. Relax.... Zachary's words still echoed in my head.
Somehow, I found a way to keep my ass cheeks clenched but relax my body enough to let myself go. I closed my eyes and let myself falling and him doing with me whatever he wanted. I came into his mouth two minutes later, cried out his name in sexual ecstasy, my fingers were clawing and convulsing in his hair...
I needed some time to recover, but Zachary wasted no time, he quickly sat up and bent over me again and told me to open my mouth. I didn't get his intention until he smirked again a little, leaned in for a pash and parted his lips slowly. Zachary always knew how to add something on top...
Once our lips met he let my cum flow from his lips and transferred it slowly into my mouth. It all happened with the most wet and intense kiss I ever got. I didn't have another choice than to swallow everything he gave me but in a sensual frenzy, Zachary had full control over me... We exchanged french kisses until the very last drop and I sucked eagerly at his tongue to catch everything he gave me. Once again I was surprised and stunned to which new stages my younger brother brought me to. "You learn quick baby," He praised proudly and made me blush again but I didn't mind because I knew that he loved to live out his wild, dominant side with me and I loved it too.
I had now tasted both of our cum in quick succession, and I found they were pretty similar - he was my brother after all - but I dunno. His was different, saltier maybe, or maybe it was in my head. The important thing is that I was hooked.
"Don't ever think you need to change Taylor. I love you how you are and I will always protect you, baby." He shifted above me and placed a soft kiss on my sweaty forehead. I loved it so much when he protected me, especially when he gave me that warm and proud big brother smile.
"Oh Zac, I love you too from all my heart," I breathed exhausted and took his hand to place it over my heart. I knew now that because of him, I didn't need to be strong. Zachary was strong for me.
He pulled me closer into his arms. And it felt so good. I could have laid snuggling in his strong, protective arms for eternity.
"Zac...?" I asked drowsily after a while, nearly fallen asleep while I was enjoying the safe and peaceful feeling with his arms around me...
"Hmm?"
"Can we sleep here tonight? I don't wanna go back to Scott."
His question came quick like a shot.
"Why? Did he say something weird to you?"
I sensed that his protective instinct alarm bells were ringing in his head I could hear it in his irritated tone. He hadn't deserved to be lied another time, I owed him the truth.
"Honestly yes, but nothing really happened. He tried to kiss me... that's why I took my stuff and left... please Zac take it easy!"
I could hear and feel a deep, angry growl in Zac's rib cage, because my head rested on his chest but I didn't want to make him upset, so I reached out for his hand and squeezed it tightly in my hand to prove him there is nothing to worry about. I was relieved that he didn't let go of me and squeezed my hand back. At least he didn't question me.
Even though he often made me blush like a girl, Zachary seemed to be a better person than I was in all his craziness and unpredictable behavior. He never questioned me like I did at first. I was so lucky to have him.
We were even too tired to put on our clothes again, so I just covered a second beach towel over our lower bodies.
The last sounds of the day came from the steady waves and the nice feeling of Zachary's naked body leaning at my back which made me calm and fell asleep in a short time...
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Date: 2013-02-03 10:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-02-03 08:23 pm (UTC)I can't believe Zac didn't go crazy once Tay told him about Scot trying to kiss him...I guess he's starting to be able to control himself at least a little...
I'm so happy that the meeting went so well...but I really hope Ike to be part of the band again...it wouldn't be the same without him.
I can't wait to see what happens next. You girls are amazing I loved this chapter so very much. :)
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Date: 2013-02-04 02:38 am (UTC)We will write a last final chapter in the next weeks and let you know when it's finished... :)
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Date: 2013-02-05 10:08 am (UTC)I'm glad the meeting went so well for them but i'm concerned about how Isaac's going to react to it all. Guess I'll just have to wait and see!
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Date: 2013-02-05 07:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-02-09 10:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-02-09 11:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-02-13 10:51 pm (UTC)Erm.
More?
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Date: 2013-02-14 05:15 am (UTC)We will write a final chapter in the next weeks :)
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Date: 2014-01-07 07:35 pm (UTC)The beach sex was the hottest scene ever!! I'm looking forward to read more, I hope you guys will finish this story, it's amazing!
Any hope for the announced final Chapter soon?
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Date: 2014-01-09 11:30 pm (UTC)We promise that "And with each with Mile" will get it's worthy ending! ;)