First You Fall

Toni’s P.O.V.

Like every other car ride I’d had with these guys; the car ride with Zacky was silent. But it wasn’t like the car rides I suffered with Bailey. Five minutes into the ride, Zacky was reaching over the passenger side and running his hand along my bare thigh. I knew I should have pushed his hand away. Some damn voice in my head was telling me to. I mean, how easy am I? First I let him fuck me when we barely know each other and now I’m letting him feel me up during car rides. But I couldn’t help it. The minute his hand made contact with my skin I was gone. His touch made me forget all about being easy. Fuck, I damn near forgot my own name. He just did that to me. And I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like it. A moment later his hand slide off my thigh and I snapped out of my Zacky induced daze. I looked over to see him giving me that damn smirk that they all seemed to be really good at.

“Don’t worry, I’ll give you so much more later.” He winked and turned back to the road.

“Who the fuck said I’m doing anything with you later?” I snapped before turning towards the window, and just like Bailey and Matt had done, Zacky ignored my comment in favor of answering his phone which had just rung.

I should be more assertive

I really wanted Zacky to put his hand back on me just so I could prove to him I had the power to turn him down. Or so I could feel his skin on mine again. But Zacky had become far to engrossed in a heated conversation he was having. From what I could decipher someone was in a lit of trouble. Zacky was yelling about how people ‘need to learn how to make better fucking decisions’ and how ‘another fuck-up would be the last shit he would take’. The conversation ended with ‘just fucking fix it’ and Zacky shutting his phone. Now I know I should have been at least a little scared. He damn near flew off the fucking handle with me sitting next to him in the car. But all I could feel was a burning desire start to build in my stomach.

I’m such a sick person

A while later Zacky pulled up in front of a gorgeous looking restaurant. My door opened an a man in a red suit extending his hand to me. When I was out of the car, I saw Zacky toss the keys to the guy who immediately climbed in. Zacky took my arm and led me to the front. The minute we were in the restaurant a guy popped out to greet Zacky. Moments later we were being seated at a table which seemed to upset the other couples that had been waiting at the front. I picked up the menu the waiter had put down and began flipping through it. It didn’t take me long to realize I couldn’t even read half of the things on the menu. I was biting my lip and staring at the menu in slight confusion when I heard Zacky laugh. I looked up and glared at him.

“Confused?” He asked, still grinning.

“Keep in mind I didn’t even ask to be in this goddamn place.”

The waiter, Jason, chose this moment to reappear with drinks and a pad in hand.

“I’ll have the Farrotto con Acciughe Verdure and she’ll have the Farrotto con Porcini.” Zacky said to waiter without a simple glance at me.

“And if I hate that?” I asked, after the waiter had left.

“Then I’ll give you something much more enjoyable later.”

Self control, Toni, self control.

I looked away from Zacky and instead trailed the waiter with my eyes. When he returned to refill our drinks I smiled up at him. Jason shot me an absolutely gorgeous smile in return.

“So is everything fine so far?” He asked, still smiling down at me.

“Oh, everything’s perfect. Thanks.”

When the waiter walked off I looked back at Zacky who was practically fuming. I grabbed my drink and took a sip of it before placing it back down on the table.

“So do you always drag girls on dates with you this way or am I special.” I asked.

“I figured since I already fucked you senseless I owed you a date.” He replied, with that smirk back in place.

We spent the rest of the dinner with conversation centered around biting remarks from me and flirtatious and down-right sexual answers from Zacky. When Zacky would say something particularly bad I would ignore him and revert back to flirtatious glances at the waiter. I didn’t find him attractive at all but I knew it was pissing Zacky off which was exactly what I wanted. When the main course was done, we had dessert which Zacky had ordered for me as well. Hours after the so called date had begun, Zacky flagged down the waiter for the check. Jason laid the checkbook in front of Zacky and indiscreetly dropped a napkin in front of me before walking away. I grabbed the napkin before Zacky could get it and unfolded it. I couldn’t help but laugh at what was written there.

672-4850. Call me, beautiful. I want a closer look at those pretty eyes.

“How cheesy.” I managed to say through my laughs. Zacky snatched the napkin from me and read it. I stopped laughing the minute I saw his eyes fill with anger.

“Um, I think he was just-” I started to make an excuse but was cut off by Zacky standing up and start walking. I jumped up and followed him as fast as I could in heels. When I caught up to him, he was at the front talking to the guy that had greeted him when he first walked in. The man was practically cowering in fear and Zacky looked ready to hurt someone. A minute later he grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the restaurant.

“What the fuck just happened?” I asked, still trying to keep up with his fast pace.

“You just ruined that waiter’s life.” Zacky said.

We were in the car and Zacky was speeding off to God knows where. The silence coming hadn’t been bad but the silence now was tense and unbearable. I felt a little bad, not necessarily for the poor waiter. I actually didn’t care what happened to him. I couldn’t help but feel bad about getting Zacky this pissed. I sure as hell would have flipped if he’d been flirting with some random chick at the restaurant. I felt like I needed to get things back to the way they were before but I couldn’t bring myself to just blurt out sorry. I never was good at apologies. So I did what I figured would be the next best thing.

I turned in my seat and ran my hand over Zacky’s shoulder. He didn’t immediately throw it off so I took that as a sign that he’d calmed down a little. I slid my hand across his chest and down towards his belt. I moved around a bit more and started placing kisses and bites along his neck. Still no reaction from him. I moved my other hand over and undid his belt and yanked down his zipper.

I hope he’s a really, good driver.

I slipped one hand into his pants and placed the other back on his chest. I heard his breath catch and I grinned before going back to marking his neck. My hand in his pants, slid lightly over his dick causing him to groan. Finally getting the reaction I wanted, I wrapped my hand around him and squeezed lightly. I started a slow up and down rhythm. Minutes later I felt the car stopped and I looked out the window, realizing that we were back at his place. Before I could return to my seat, Zacky was out of the car and practically pulling me into the house.

“You’re moving far too slow.” Zacky said, grabbing me and picking me up.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and returned to my attack on his neck. I could feel him squeeze my ass with every nip and lick I took at his neck. Moments later I found myself thrown down on his bed again.

Déjà vu

I wasted no time ripping off his shirt and yanking down his pants. When I had him fully undressed he undid my dress in what must have been record time.

Yeah I might be easy. But with him, it doesn’t matter.