"Fill you up?" Zack repeats roughly, his voice dropping to a gravelly whisper. "Fucking hell, Anna. You make it sound like I am marking my territory every time I am buried deep inside you." His fists clench tightly, knuckles turning white. "That is what I do to you," he continues possessively. "I make sure every inch of your pussy remembers exactly whose cock owns it. No fingers can replicate that feeling of being stretched wide open around me."
"I– I miss it," Anna admits while her fingers continue moving inside her. Her thumb circles her clit as she closes her eyes and imagines it is Zack touching her instead. "It has only been one day, and it is like I am going through withdrawal." Zack's competitive nature practically purrs at her vulnerable admission, the knowledge that she is physically aching for him sending a surge of possessive satisfaction straight to his groin. One day of separation and she is already craving his cock– precisely the effect he intended when he marked her so thoroughly. "I miss it too," he confesses roughly, his own body responding instinctively to her neediness. "Every time I jerk off thinking about you, it reminds me how much better your pussy feels squeezing me tight." He moves back toward his bed, sinking onto the edge as if physically exhausted by their conversation alone. The black boxers are now painfully constricting against his erection. "You are lucking I can't drive over there right now," he threatens playfully, his hand moving to rub his hardness through the thin material of his black boxers. "Otherwise, I would have you bent over my passenger seat with your legs spread wide before you could finish saying goodbye."
Anna moans loudly, her fingers thrusting faster. "Will you– do that tomorrow?" she asks breathless between sweet moans and gasps. "While we drive to the motel– will– will you stop somewhere and– and fuck me in the car?" Zack explodes with raw excitement at her breathless proposal. The image of bending her over in a car sends a violent jolt of possessive hunger through his entire system. "Fuck yes I will," he growls into the phone, his voice dropping to that dangerous low rumble she knows so well. "First chance we get tomorrow morning, I am pulling over somewhere private and reminding you exactly why my cock is worth breaking every public indecency law for." He stands abruptly, starting to pace again as if the confined space of his bedroom is suddenly too small to contain his energy. His hand moves instinctively to adjust himself through the black boxers.
"We will pick a secluded road with no traffic cameras," Zack plans aloud, his mind already racing with logistics, his voice thick with anticipation. "Somewhere isolated enough that I can park behind trees or pull into an empty lot without anyone seeing us." He moves toward his closet, pulling out a pair of dark grey jeans he plans to wear tomorrow morning and placing them on a chair as he considers different routes out of town. "And when I find that perfect spot," he says with renewed determination. "I am pulling you into the backseat and fucking you until your legs are shaking so hard you forget your own name." his competitive nature is clearly winning this conversation entirely– every detail is being calculated for maximum impact tomorrow.
"Oh God," Anna says between moans. "Zack," she whispers before crying out, a clear indication of her orgasm washing over her. Zack's competitive nature erupts with savage satisfaction as her cries of pleasure flood through the phone line. Hearing her climaxing at the mere thought of him tomorrow sends a feral surge of possessiveness through his entire being. "Good girl," he growls toughly, his own hand instinctively gripping himself through the boxers. "Come for me like that while thinking about my cock stretching you wide open." The sound of her orgasming fuels his own arousal violently– his breathing grows heavier as he pictures her writhing on her bed just down the block. "You better be fucking drenched right now," he commands darkly. "I want you soaking wet and ready for me when I slide into that tight little pussy tomorrow morning."
Anna breaths heavily on the other side of the phone. "I– I think I can manage that," she says hoarsely. Zack preens with satisfaction at her hoarse confirmation. Her post-orgasm vulnerability mixed with eager anticipation is exactly the reaction he craved. "Of course you can manage it," he says confidently, his voice dropping to that commanding tone she loves. "Your body remembers how good it feels being completely claimed by me." He walks over to his dresser drawer and pulls out a fresh pair of boxers, kicking off the damp ones he had been wearing. The movement if fluid and predatory as if he is already picturing tomorrow's conquest. "Get some sleep tonight, Anna," he instructed with a hint of dark humor. "You are going to need your energy for tomorrow."
"Good night," Anna manages to say after a few minutes and then she ends the phone call. Zack stares at the phone in his hand for several moments after she hands up, the sudden silence of his bedroom feeling too quiet. His pulse is still racing from their conversation, and the black boxers are doing little to hide his persistent hardness. "Good night," he echoes softly to the empty room, the words lacking their usual sarcastic edge. He tosses the phone onto his nightstand with more force than necessary, then lies back against his pillows with frustrated energy. Sleep seems impossible now. Ever position feels uncomfortable– every shift of his hips brings unwanted friction against the mattress or blankets. His mind keeps replaying Anna's breathy admissions– "You stretch me so much better" … "Having my mouth on you…" With an aggravated sigh, he rolls out of bed and grabs a bottle of water from his bedside table.
Zack decides to work on his English assignment. He copies down his notes on the poem 'Cages' from last year and easily finds information on the poem 'Coloured' for the unknown poem, online. Then comes the poem he liked, 'She Drives Like a Dream' and he recalls the conversation he and Anna had in class.