A few minutes later, Anna heard Zack rummaging around in the kitchen downstairs. She takes the opportunity to look around his bedroom. His bedroom was surprisingly near, considering his rough exterior. The walls were a deep blue, and posters of various bands and cars were tacked up haphazardly. There was a comic themed poster of the band, Metallica and a Guns n' Roses poster, with pistols entangled with roses. On his cupboard door there was a Linkin Park poster with the whole band, including the deceased lead singer, Chester Bennington. The car posters included a red Ferrari, a yellow McLaren, a black Pagani and a white Lamborghini. Zack's desk was cluttered with textbooks and comic books . A guitar leaned against the wall in the corner, gathering dust. Anna imagined Zack playing the guitar and her heart fluttered. On the nightstand beside the bed, she saw a framed photo of a smiling woman who looked like an older version of Zack. His mother, she realized. Next to it was a crumpled pack of condoms, a bottle of lube and a half-finished pack of cigarettes. The bed itself was unmade, with the sheets tangled from their activities earlier. A small smile formed on Anna's face when she remembered the events of the previous night. The room smelled like him — a mix of cigarette smoke, cologne, and something uniquely Zack.
Anna heard footsteps on the stairs, and then Zack appeared in the doorway holding a tray with two plates of pancakes dripping with syrup. He smiled when he saw her looking around. "I didn't know you smoked. I mean I heard rumors..." Zack set the tray down on the bed and sat down beside her, handing her a plate. "Yeah, I smoke," he admitted, not meeting her eyes. "It helps me calm down sometimes." He picked up his own plate and took a bite of pancake. "You don't like it?" he asked finally looking at her. He shrugged. "I can quit if it bothers you. It's not a big deal." He leaned back against the headboard, pulling her with him so she was resting against his chest. "Just don't tell my dad," he added with a smirk. "He would kill me." Anna stole a piece of his pancake and ate it with a playful smile. "I don't know if I like it or dislike it. The smell is not so bad for me. But I have never kissed a guy after he smoked. So..." Zack chuckled, his chest vibrating against her back. "Never kiss a smoker, huh?" he said, his voice amused. "Well, there is a first time for everything." He took another bite of his pancake, chewing thoughtfully. "It's not that bad," he insisted. "Besides, I will make sure to brush my teeth extra well before i kiss you." he leaned down and pressed a quick, chaste kiss to her shoulder. "Maybe you will get used to it," he suggested. "Or maybe i will just have to kiss you so good that you won't even notice the smoke." he nuzzled his face into her hair, inhaling deeply. "But if it really bothers you, I will cut back," he murmured. "Anything for my girl."
Anna smiled, feeling like the most important person in the world. "I will let you know," she said meaningfully, she took a bite of pancake from her own plate. Zack watched her eat, his eyes tracing the lines of her still naked body. He finished his own pancakes quickly, setting the plate aside. "Good" he said, his voice a low rumble. "Because I plan on kissing you a lot today." He pulled her onto his lap and leaned in and captured her lips in a slow, deep kiss. His tongue swept into her mouth, tasting the syrup and pancakes. When he pulled away, his eyes were dark with desire. "You taste good," he murmured. "Sweet."
"Now that we're done with breakfast," he said in a husky voice, "What do you say we get ready to go to the doctor?" Anna nodded, "We could take a shower together first. I am all sweaty still," she said seductively. Zack's eyes darkened at her suggestion and a slow predatory smile spread across his face. "Fuck yes, a shower sounds perfect." He stood up, lifting her effortlessly in his arms. "Hold on tight," he murmured, carrying her towards the bathroom. He set her down on the cool grey tile floor and turned on the shower, adjusting the water until it was hot and steamy. The room quickly filled with warm mist. He stepped into the shower first, pulling her under the spray with him. Water cascaded over their bodies, as he pressed her against the wall, his lips finding hers in a hungry kiss. "Soapy and wet, just how I like you." he murmured against her mouth. His hands roamed her body, slick with soap and water. He washed every inch of her thoroughly, taking his time over her breasts and between her legs. The soap made her small like him and this really turned her on.
When he was done, Anna washed him. The soapy sponge moved over his back and shoulders, down his chest and past his stomach, stopping at his half hard cock. Zack groaned as Anna washed him, his body tensing under her touch. When the sponge reached his cock, he let out a low hiss of pleasure. "Fuck, that feels good," he murmured, his hips bucking slightly into her hand. He watched through heavy-lidded eyes as she cleaned him, his own hands resting on her hips. The hot water sluiced over their bodies, making everything slick and sensitive. As she moved the sponge up and down his shaft, he grew fully hard in her hand. He leaned his head back against the tile wall, breathing heavily. "Keep doing that," he urged, his voice thick with desire. "Just like that." Anna dropped the sponge and wrapped her hand around his cock. She moved her wrist up and down. "You like that?" she asked seductively. Zack's eyes snapped open, a low growl rumbling in his chest. "Fuck yes," he gasped, his hips thrusting into her hand. "You have no idea how good that feels." The water beat down on their shoulders, adding to the sensation. "Harder," he urged, his voice strained. "Squeeze it tighter." he leaned forward, capturing her lips in a rough, demanding kiss. "Don't stop," he breathed against her lips. "I'm close." his body tensed, his muscles coiling tight as she continued to stroke him towards his release. He let out a guttural groan as he came, his body shuddering under the force of his orgasm. His hot seed spilled onto Anna's stomach and chest, mixing it with the soap and water. "Fuck, that was.... Intense," he breathed, his forehead resting against her forehead. He stayed like that for a moment, his heart pounding in his chest. Slowly, he lifted his head and looked at her, a lazy smile spreading across his face.