Zac

Holding onto her waist, I lifted Cate off from my lap. She stood up beside me, and I followed her, dusting sand from my shorts and taking a moment to let Little Zac calm down so I wouldn't have to hobble back to the Four Seasons.

Cate tossed me a wry look, eyeing the tent near my crotch. "You okay?"

"Don't pretend to care," I grunted, "when you know this is your fucking fault."

She grinned shamelessly.

When I had recovered enough to move around more freely, I reached over to grasp Cate's hand. She gave me a gentle squeeze that made my heart happy. I kept my grip on her hand snug and firm. It fit in mine as perfectly as I remembered from two years ago. This realization made me a little sad. I wished I never had to let her go.

Our steps sank in the sand as we made our way across the beach and back to the hotel. Once we entered the suite, Cate led me past the pool table and straight into her room. As soon as she closed the door, I drew her into my arms to kiss her again.

"I can't believe we're together again," she murmured in between kisses.

I gazed down and whispered back, "Me, either."

Cate glanced up with wonderment all over her face. "I know this is probably the worst fucking idea for us, but—"

My muscles tensed up.

Was she about to call this whole thing off and leave me pining away for the rest of this weekend with a case of blue balls?

Anxiously, I waited for her to finish.

"For once, I don't fucking care. Not tonight. Not in Hawaii. I just wanna get stupid with you."

Relief flooded through me. I groaned helplessly into her neck, "I couldn't agree more."

Suddenly, Cate's spine stiffened as she cleared her throat. I pulled away slightly to study her. A semi-serious, semi-uncomfortable expression fell across her face.

She mumbled, "So, um, before we get to the fun stuff, I was wondering..."

"Yes?" I asked.

"Are you, uh, clean?"

"Yeah," I answered, "what about you?"

Cate's cheeks flushed slightly. "I haven't really been with anyone since... you."

I confessed, too, "I haven't touched anyone else, either."

Her eyes grew wide. "Damn, no wonder we're so horny."

I laughed. "Right?"

As the realization that Cate hadn't been fucking other guys sank in, an irrational wave of possessiveness surged in me. This news pleased me to no end. Up until tonight, I had all but given up hope that Cate would come back to my life in any way that mattered. I knew whatever we were about to do was supposed to be a no-strings-attached, whatever-happens-in-Hawaii-stays-in-Hawaii kind of deal, but I couldn't help thinking that maybe, just maybe, she still had feelings for me, too. My heart yearned for more, and that hope was a lowkey terrifying thing. I knew, from personal experience, hope almost always led to disappoint—

Rashly, I shoved my worries aside. I only wanted to focus on the here and now. After Evonne and Bea's wedding, I might not stumble across another opportunity like this one with Cate.

Keeping my hands steady on her hips, I started walking her towards the edge of the king bed. When the back of her legs hit the mattress, Cate reached up to undo the straps on her dress. My eyes locked onto her every movement. The loose white fabric whispered down her body, ghosting her curves and pooling at her feet in a puddle.

Boldly, Cate didn't break eye contact as she stood before me in nothing but a matching nude-colored bra and panties.

My mouth went dry.

Jesus Christ, she was something else.

Goddess tier shit.

Queen level shit.

Ever since high school, Babygirl had been hot as hell. I didn't know it was possible for her to get even hotter, but here we are. My hungry gaze drank in the sight of her as a grown-ass woman. Her tits and ass curved and flared in all the right places. The past two years rounded her out in a very sexy way. Little Zac instantly responded to her near nakedness. I got ridiculously hard. Again.

God, I wanted to wreck her.

I yanked off my shirt and undid my shorts. Cate sucked in a breath as I undressed down to my boxer briefs. I tossed her a knowing look. "What?"

Cate leered at me. "Damn, Zac."

I smirked. "What?"

She blushed. "I forgot what a monster you are."

A very male sense of pride and satisfaction rose in me. With a renewed sense of confidence, I nudged her onto the bed. We toppled onto the mattress together. Cate and I proceeded to make out as though we were still virginal, sex-starved teens. I kissed my way down her neck, her collarbone, and started tugging down her panties as she reached behind her back to unhook her bra.

My eyes went wide as her bra fell away.

God, I missed her boobs. They were so fucking perfect. Absolutely glorious.

I kissed and sucked on the swells of her perfect, glorious breasts. My lips closed around her nipples. She gasped happily. I swirled the hardening tips around my tongue. As I continued to pleasure her tits and nips with my mouth, my hand skirted down her belly towards the soft, sweet slickness between her thighs. I dipped inside to wet my fingertips, tracing the outline of her pussy until I found her clit.

Thank God this part of my memories had returned in full. I could now recall every detail about how Cate liked to be touched, where she liked to be touched, when I needed to go harder, and when I ought to ease off a little to let her excitement build.

The moment my fingers made contact with her sensitive nub, Cate groaned in appreciation. Her hips rolled towards my touch. I drew slow, sensual circles around her clit, rubbing and flicking until her eyes closed, her breaths quickened, and her cheeks flushed rosy pink.

"You know," I admitted quietly, "earlier, all I could think about was shoving you onto that goddamn pool table and fucking you senseless."

She moaned, "You little fucker. I knew you were saying all that shit on purpose."

Smirking, I murmured into her ear, "Bend over."

"Again?" she teased.

"Just do it," I ordered, pinching her clit.

Her breath caught, "Oh, God!"

"Spread your legs."

Like a good girl, she did as I asked.

"Wider," I insisted.

Her thighs parted even more.

"Beautiful." I shuffled behind Cate's body. I gave her rounded cheek a little slap. Then, I dove between her thighs to kiss her mound, her inner thighs, her outer folds. She squirmed backward and tried to move closer. Her excitement turned me on so much. I used my free hand to shove my boxer briefs down. My cock bobbed in midair with steely, red-veined anticipation. I pressed my tongue to her clit. She moaned and tried to rub up against my mouth.

I smirked and pulled away. "Not so fast. You don't get to come yet."

Hazel eyes narrowed, seemingly with a mix of amusement and annoyance. "Why not?"

Reaching between Cate's legs, I teased her a little more. "Because I want see how wet you can get. I want you dripping. Then, I want you to beg for it."

Panting hard, she protested, "I don't fucking think so."

"No?"

"Maybe I want to see you beg."

Cate rose from the bed and pushed me onto my back. Chuckling, I let Babygirl have her way with me. It seemed the tables were turning. The time had come for Cate to tease me, and I was more than willing to be tormented by her.

Without any hesitation, Cate crawled over to me, splaying her thighs across my waist, and lowering her sex onto my shaft. Soft, wet folds hugged my length, gliding up and down to create a very slick and sweet friction. My eyes rolled heavenward. Cate leaned over to kiss the tats across my chest. Her hand snaked down to grip my hard-on, giving me a few good tugs. Then, her kisses trailed south, across my abs, over my hips, my thighs, towards my needy cock.

When her lips closed around my weeping tip, I released a grateful groan, "Jesus, Cate, you—"

That was when my dick hit the back of her throat.

I never found the rest of my words.

By then, my thoughts were short-circuiting from sensory overload. The pleasure nearly ended me right there. I wanted to come so bad. Cate's tongue kept lapping and licking the sensitive underside of my dick. She rubbed my cockhead against her cheeks, suctioning up and down, up and down, until I nearly blew my load.

I nudged her aside and growled, "Get on your back."

With a naughty smile, she moved away to lay back on the mattress once more. "Do I deserve to come now?"

"Fuck, yes," I rasped.

In the same second, I dove between her legs, anchoring her thighs on my shoulders, and began to eat her out like a starving man. I kissed her pussy, I lapped at her folds, I sucked on her clit as she moaned and writhed beneath me. I slid a finger inside Cate, pumping gently, steadily, and took care to press along her upper walls. I used the tip of my tongue to flick her nub. Her hands found her breasts. She started pulling and tugging on the rosy tips, pleasuring her nipples while I pleasured her pussy.

Moments later, I felt her inner walls contract around my finger. My tongue continued to play with her clit. Swirling, rubbing, teasing. My fingers—I'd since inserted a second digit—pumped in and out her sex as she came with a soft, breathy whimper.

She panted, "Baby, baby, baby, yes, yes, yes..."

Right then and there, she became the hottest fucking thing I'd ever seen in my life. Pre-cum dripped from my cock as I throbbed with an all-consuming desire to fuck the living daylights out of the gorgeous, hazel-eyed girl before me. I climbed up to kiss Cate during her post-come high, and she kissed me back with glassy eyes and rosy cheeks.

"I'll be right back," I grunted in strained tones.

"Where are you going?"

I explained, "Condom!"

I then leapt off the bed to search for some protection. I made a mad dash around the room, rifling through drawers and cabinets like a crackhead searching for his next hit. I came up with nothing.

Frustration blew through me.

This was the Four Seasons, right?

It was a five-star fucking hotel. If they didn't provide complementary protection, then I was going to have haul ass to the nearest drug store—

"Try the bathroom?" Cate suggested.

"Oh, right!"

I hurried away towards the bathroom. Little Zac bounced against my thighs with every step.

A minute later, I returned to Cate, triumphantly, with a few condoms in hand. I had secured the goods. Thank fuck. I kept one and tossed the rest of the rubbers onto a nearby end table for round two and three and maybe even four. Yeah, Little Zac was more than ready to fuck the night away. I tore the foil open with my teeth and rolled that sucker onto my cock.

Cate scooted back on the bed and splayed her legs wide for me, invitingly, wantonly. I took a microsecond to admire the view.

God, her pussy was so pretty.

Then, I crawled between her thighs and sank the tip of my cock into her tightness. Cate's legs wrapped around me to pull my hips closer. I began to fuck her, slowly, slowly, so fucking slowly, because I didn't want this connection between us to end. I purposely dragged my cock in and out of her in unhurried strokes. I refused to rush it. I wanted to prolong my climax for as long as possible. My eyes closed in concentration. It wasn't easy. She gripped my cock like the world's sweetest vice. Pleasure sang through my veins. My heart felt so happy and full that I thought it might burst.

Cate's hips snapped and rolled in time to my rhythm. It felt unbelievable to be inside her. It felt so right. It felt like home. I gazed down at her adoringly as I made love to her.

"You're so fucking perfect," I whispered.

"Oh, Zac..."

Her hands snaked around the nape of my neck. She pulled my face down for a kiss. It stole my breath away. Her kiss didn't feel like a no-strings-attached kiss. It felt real. It felt like she loved me. Our fuckfest was fast becoming more than sex for me. I knew Cate could probably see my heart in my eyes, but I didn't care anymore. I wanted to show her how I felt, as scared as I was to open up again, my feelings for this girl were too strong to hide.

I kissed her back with every fiber of my being. I didn't hold back, and I didn't last long after we started making out. The room filled with the musky smell of sweat and sex and the sounds of my cock pounding into her pussy. Cate released a quiet moan. She was coming again. Her walls contracted around me. This time, though, she was squeezing my cock and not my fingers, over and over again, as she found her release. That shit felt fucking amazing. My pace soon quickened, I lost my rhythm as my pulse jumped to frenetic, sporadic speeds—I was about to come, I was coming, coming, coming—every muscle in my body grew taut as my cock exploded inside her in spurts of pure, blinding pleasure.

"Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck. Cate, I lo—"

I managed to bite back the L-word at the last second.

Barely.

Luckily, Cate appeared to be too far gone to catch my slip up.

We dozed off for a few minutes in a sweet, hazy afterglow. Then, Cate and I used up the rest of the condoms. I claimed her doggy-style, missionary again, and one last time against that goddamn pool table.

Some dreams do come true.

As we fucked, Cate and I hardly said anything to each other. We let our bodies communicate the feelings that our minds were hesitant to voice, to recognize, to address.

After our crazed sex marathon, I didn't go back to sleep in my room. I stayed with Cate, climbed back into her bed as though I belonged there. I wrapped my arms around her. She tensed for a moment before relaxing against my chest. I thought Cate was about to say something to me—maybe to kick me out?

But she didn't utter a word, and I decided to remain silent, too. I guess we were both going to play dumb and pretend like everything that had just transpired between us was totally normal.

Later that night, right as I was about to fall asleep, a tight, uncomfortable feeling unfurled in my chest. Even as my mind drifted towards sleep, even with Babygirl tucked comfortably against me in bed, I knew Cate and I needed to talk. I knew this night was probably one big mistake waiting to blow up in our faces. I knew fucking her had been a bad idea.

Sex unlocked so many feelings that I had been trying to let go.

Still, as I breathed in my favorite scent of honey and roses, it was kind of nice to pretend as though Cate was still mine, and I was still hers, and everything between us was as it should be. I was ready to be one delusional mofo. Just for a few nights in this make-believe reality that Hawaii had gifted us.

What was the worst that could happen?