Before I could crack open that uncomfortable can of worms, though, my stomach gave a loud rumble that made my guts ache.
Zed gave me an amused smile. "Hungry?"
I rolled my eyes. "Gee, what gave it away? We never got dinner last night, thanks to Chase crashing our date."
He leaned in and kissed me softly. "Stay here; I'll get snacks."
With a groan, he rolled his shoulders, then pulled some sweatpants over his sexy ass and left me in the sweaty pile of sheets on his bed. Knowing Zed, though, when he said he was getting snacks, it wouldn't be protein bars and a piece of fruit. No, he'd cook something from scratch, and my mouth watered just at the thought of it.
Deciding I needed to freshen up, I forced myself out of his bed and raced through a near-freezing shower and brushed my teeth thoroughly. I needed the cold to try and shock myself out of the sex fog I was so deeply trapped within, but if anything, it only made it worse. I got out, shivering and thinking about all the ways Zed could warm me up again.
Yeah. I had issues.
I didn't bother heading to my room for clothes, opting to pull one of Zed's Dean Winchester sweatshirts on instead, then followed my nose downstairs to see what he was cooking.
"Is that chocolate?" I asked, sliding my arms around his waist and kissing his bare shoulder as he stood at the stove. I realized after speaking that he had his phone to his ear, and I started to pull away. But his free hand clapped over mine, holding me where I was.
"I've got to go," he told the person he was speaking to. "Something more important just came up." He tossed his phone onto the counter, then spun around to face me with raw hunger in his eyes. "I thought I told you to stay in bed, Dare."
I grinned up at him as his arms looped around my waist and held me tight. "I knew you'd be cooking something good," I admitted. "So what is it?"
He gave the frying pan a cursory glance, then reached back to turn the gas flame off completely. "Nutella pancakes. But they need a few minutes to cool, or the melted Nutella will burn your tongue."
My stomach rumbled again, and my mouth watered. "Well shit, what will we do while we wait?"
The wicked smile on his lips told me exactly what he had in mind, and the butterflies in my stomach flapped around like they'd just snorted an ounce of coke.
"I can think of a few things," he murmured. "In fact, there's something I've wanted to do every damn morning I see you in my kitchen." His hands turned me around so that I faced the island counter, and his lips brushed over my neck. "Can I fuck you like this, baby?"
My breath caught, and I pushed my ass back into his hardness as he found the hem of his sweatshirt on me and started pushing it up.
"Can I?" he asked again when I didn't respond. He only lifted the top enough to expose my backside, leaving it on my upper body.
In answer, I leaned forward, bracing my elbows on the counter and rising up on my toes to wiggle my naked rear end. "Better be quick; those pancakes are calling my name."
Zed barked a laugh but wasted no time tugging his sweatpants down to free his sizable erection. I watched him with hooded eyes as he stroked himself once, then stepped closer. Gripping my hips, he pulled me back onto his cock, and a low groan sighed from my chest as he filled me up.
Pulling out, he gave a grunt, then thrusted back in harder, pushing me up against the cold counter. "Holy shit, Dare," he moaned, "you feel so fucking good. So much better than I imagined."
Incapable of speech, I just rose up on my tiptoes, offering him a deeper angle that he happily accepted. He moved slowly, deliberately, until I was writhing and panting with need.
"Harder," I gasped, "Zed, fuck me harder."
His hand slipped on my hip like I'd surprised him. Then his next thrust slammed into me hard enough to make the counter bite into my hips. Perfect.
"Yes," I panted. "Yes, fuck, Zed... harder." My plea was a sexual moan, and he grunted as he did what I asked. One of his hands left my hip, reaching up under the sweatshirt to toy with my nipple and make me buck against him desperately.
"I've got you, gorgeous," he promised in a husky whisper, his own breathing labored as he fucked me senseless over his kitchen counter. He abandoned my breast and pulled me back onto his dick hard enough to make me yelp, then he reached his hand around and found my clit. In an instant, my yelp turned into a cry of pleasure, which turned into screams when my climax hit me with the force of a freight train.
Zed rode it out, not finishing himself inside me as I came, so I forced some strength into my shaking limbs and peeled myself out from between his body and the island.
"Dare, what are—" His question cut short as I sank to my knees on the kitchen floor and wrapped my fingers around his throbbing shaft. He met my eyes, his brows raised in surprise, but he didn't protest when I took his tip between my lips and rolled my tongue around his crown.
"Oh shit," he moaned as I took him deeper into my mouth, his hands coming to my head in encouragement. "Baby, fuck." His next words melted into a groan as I took him into my throat as far as possible, sucking him with confidence and knowing he was near climax.
I gripped his ass, pulling him closer and giving him the permission he needed to control the pace. His thrusts into my mouth were tentative for a second, then as his finale crept closer, he became rougher and more desperate.
Zed fucked my face, muttering curses and compliments about my sinful mouth as I sucked and licked, using every ounce of my exhausted energy to give him the blowjob of his life. When he exploded, I swallowed deeply, taking it all, then ran my tongue down the length of his dick as he withdrew.
Looking up at him, I couldn't help the overwhelming sense of satisfaction at the expression he wore. Because I had done that to him.
Gasping for breath, he gave a disbelieving shake of his head as he coaxed me back to my feet and kissed me long and hard. "You're incredible, Dare."
I smirked back at him. "You're not so bad, yourself." With another quick kiss, I nudged him aside and reached for one of the Nutella pancakes in the frying pan. Surely, they were cool enough to eat by now.
Zed just watched me with hungry eyes and picked up his phone from where he'd tossed it when I came into the kitchen. Holding my gaze, he brought it back to his ear and grinned devilishly. "You still there, Gumdrop?"
I froze, the pancake halfway to my mouth.
Zed gave a throaty laugh and shook his head. "Payback's a bitch, huh? Catch a ride home with Alexi; Dare is indisposed for the day."
He actually ended the call this time, then leaned in and took a bite of the pancake in my hand. "Mmm," he hummed, "delicious." Yet the look in his eye told me he wasn't talking about the food. "Better eat up, baby. You'll need your strength. I want to fuck you on every damn surface of this house before Gumdrop gets home."
Goddamn if that didn't make my belly flutter in excitement, but I sure as shit wasn't telling him that after his phone stunt with Lucas. Then again, like he’d said, it was payback. Lucas really hadn’t been as subtle as he'd thought when he’d fucked me with Zed on the phone.
So I folded the pancake in half and took a huge bite. After all, I needed my strength.