Anna's head falls back against the edge of the tub; her breathing is ragged. For a while she lays there, feeling the tingling sensation radiating from between her legs. Then she leans over the edge of the tub and reaches for her phone on the floor, when she lifts her phone up, the screen is cracked and won't turn on. When several minutes pass without a message from Anna, Zack feels a sense of dread.
Zack: "Anna? Are you okay? Answer me right now. Did something happen?"
He types frantically. When another minute passes without a response, panic sets in. He jumps off his bed completely naked, grabbing his sweatpants and keys without bothering to dress properly.
Zack: "I am coming over."
He texts again desperately as he rushes out of his room and down the stairs two at a time. In the meantime, Anna gets out of the tub, quickly dries off and gets dressed. worried that Zack would be worried because she had not replied, Anna goes downstairs to the front door. When Zack arrives, Anna is standing at the front door in her pajamas. Her hair is wet, and she looks over his breathless state. She steps out onto the porch and softly closes the front door. "I am so sorry. My phone feel and the screen cracked," Anna said shyly. Zack stands on Anna's porch, chest heaving from the frantic sprint across the neighborhood. His bleached blond hair is disheveled, sweat beading on his forehead despite the cool night air. The sight of her in pajamas with wet hair sends a mix of relief and lingering panic through him. "Cracked?" he repeats, running a hand through his damp hair. "Fucking hell, Anna– I thought something actually happened to you." His green eyes rake over her appearance– the soft fabric of her pajama shorts clinging to her hips, the way her wet hair curls around her shoulders. The fear from moments ago starts to fade, replaced by the familiar possessiveness that always surfaces when he sees her. "Your phone can be replaced, but you can't just stop responding like that. My imagination was running wild," he says gruffly, stepping closer until they are almost touching.
"I am sorry, I was busy…" Anna's voices lowers to a conspiracy whisper, and she blushes deeply, "I was having an orgasm, and I lost grip of my phone. When I finally managed to pick my phone up, the screen was cracked, and my phone would not turn on." Zack's expression shifts from frustration to raw desire as Anna explains what happened. The realization that she was so lost in pleasure she dropped her phone makes his cock twitch back to life despite the recent orgasm. "Busy having an orgasm?" he repeats slowly, is voice dropping to a husky murmur. "Fuck, Anna– you have no idea what that does to me." His hands come up to frame her face gently, thumbs brushing across her flushed cheeks. The contrast between her shy confession and the bold actions she described moments ago sends a fresh wave of arousal through him. "You lost grip because I was making you come so hard?" he asks roughly, leaning down until their mouths are inches apart. "Knowing I did that to you while I was alone in my bedroom…"
"Yeah, you are a really bad boy," Anna said seductively. Zack's lips curl into a predatory smirk at Anna's seductive tone, his grip on her face tightening possessively. The combination of her shy blush and bold words sends a jolt of electricity straight to his groin. "A bad boy?" he echoes, his voice a low growl against her ear. "Baby, you have no idea how bad I can be when I know you are thinking about me like that." His thumbs trace along her jawline as he backs her against the closed front door, pressing his hardening length against her stomach through his sweatpants. The rough material of his sweatpants scraped against the thin fabric of her pajama shorts, creating friction that makes both of them shudder. "If you keep talking to me like that, I am going to bend you over tight here on your porch and fuck you until your neighbors know exactly why I came running over here," he warns huskily.
"I wish you could, but my parents are in the kitchen," Anna whispered secretively. Zack's jaw clenches at Anna's whispered warning, his entire body going taut with frustrated desire. The knowledge that her parents are mere feet away– possibly listening to their conversation through an open window– only adds to the thrill. "Your parents," he mutters darkly, his lips brushing against her earlobe as he speaks. "They have no idea what a temptation their daughter is." His hands slide from her face down to her waist, gripping possessively as he pulls her flush against him. Despite the risk of being seen or heard, he can't bring himself to step back. "They are probably washing dishes or arguing about politics," he continues in a low voice meant only for her. "We have maybe five minutes before someone comes checking on us." His free hand moves to hold the back of her neck, tilting her head up to meet his intense gaze. The streetlights cast shadows across their faces, highlighting the desperation in both their expressions.
"I guess there is time for a kiss and some groping," Anna said and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. A low, satisfied sound rumbles in Zack's chest as she wraps her arms around his shoulders. The invitation in her voice sends a fresh wave of heat through him, erasing the last vestiges of panic from their interrupted sexting session. "Just a kiss?" he murmurs against her lips, already closing the small distance between them. His mouth captures her mouth hungrily, the initial tenderness melting into something deeper and more demanding. His tongue sweeps inside immediately, claiming every inch of space as if making up for the lost moments on their phones. While kissing her deeply, his hands slide from her waist down to cup the firm curves of her ass through the thin pajama fabric. He lifts her slightly against him, grinding his hardening cock deliberately against her stomach. "This is not just kissing," he whispers between kisses, nipping at her bottom lip. "Do you feel how hard you make me already? Just from standing her on your porch."
Anna nods and murmurs softly, "Hmmm, I feel it." Zack's breath hitches at her soft murmur of acknowledgment. The confirmation that she is as affected as he is sends a jolt of possessive satisfaction through him. His grip on her ass tightens, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he pulls her even closer. "Good," he growls against her lips, his voice thick with renewed arousal. "I want you to feel it. Want you to know exactly what you do to me." His free hand moves from her neck to tangle in the damp strands of her brown hair, tilting her head back to deepen their kiss. The wetness from her recent bath makes her hair cling to his fingers, creating a slick friction that sends shivers down his spine. "Tell me you want this too," he demands between kisses, his tongue tracing the seam of her lips.