do you dare follow?

it had been two weeks since you'd had any kind of intimacy, which you knew wasn't unheard of, but it was a longer stretch than you usually went since you and zayne started dating.

so yeah, that new dual vibrator ended up being ordered when you saw express shipping was currently free. and yeah, you'd gone out to run errands and weren't home for the delivery.

which means you weren't home got when zayne tried surprising you with his early return, met only with an empty house an a discreet package on his front step.

he hadn't meant to open your mail. he'd been on autopilot, still not used to your mail being delivered to his house.

he had, however, meant to descend on you like a vulture the second you got home, practically dragging you (not that you were unwilling) to the bedroom.

that's how you ended up sitting on his bed, him behind you with his chest to your back. his arms were under your thighs, forcing them up. one hand kept a tight grip on your thigh, the other handled the vibrator.

"were you going to think of me when you used this?" he asked lowly, his breath tickling your ear. "were you that desperate for me?"

you whined and nodded, desperate to do whatever you could to appease him so you could cum already. you gasped when he stopped tormenting the outside of your clit and pussy and finally plunged the vibrator back in.

"please, please- zayne, need t'cum this time-"

you barely recognized your voice, your breath hitching as he began thrusting the vibrator in and out of your cunt. the two ends were vibrating on their highest setting after zayne had spent the last ten minutes cycling through each one.

he'd gone from slowly thrusting the toy in and out to keeping it still to circling your clit, maneuvering it with expert precision.

he pressed his lips to your neck, humming as your back arched off his chest and you writhed in his grip.

"i can't so no when you bed so beautifully."

he practically slammed the toy back in, pressing it firmly so that the vibrators tormented your clit and inner walls, and you came apart in his hold. your legs shook and your torso twisted, trying to escape the powerful sensations while begging for more.

you could feel your cunt pulsing, and zayne turned off and pulled the toy away only when your moans turned to sobs from the overstimulation.

you shivered as the silicone slid out of you, glistening, and zayne turned the toy in his hold so the slick caught the sunlight coming in from the window.

"it's certainly effective. but let's see how it measures up to the real thing."

You gently knocked on the door and were met with a level "come in." A smile was on your face before your eyes even settled on Zayne.

He sat at his desk, wearing his white lab coat over a black button-up. He looked up and even through his glasses, you could clearly see his eyes light up at the sight of you.

And, of course, they lightened even further when he saw the bakery bag in your hand.

"What's the occasion?" he asked, his lips tilting up in that barely-there smile you loved so much. You walked over to his desk and hugged him from the side, planting a kiss on his cheek.

"Celebrating a surgery well done and my boyfriend wrapping things up to come home?" you answered hopefully.

When you started to straighten your back, one of Zayne's hands shot up, cradling your cheek and pulling you back in. He planted a brief kiss to your lips.

Caught by surprise, you let out a small, surprised hum, and something glinted in Zayne's eyes. For a moment, the kiss deepened. Then, looking somewhat reluctant, he pulled away, caressing your cheek one more time before pulling away.

"I can't say no to such an effective bribe," he said. You laughed and took out one of the croissants, carefully handing it to him before taking out yours.

You sat on the edge of his desk, watching as he finished his report while eating what was probably the most delicious croissant you've ever tasted.

The room was silent apart from your occasional content hum at the warm, buttery heaven you were tasting. You didn't see, too engrossed in your dessert, but each time a sound left your lips, Zayne's eyes would temporarily flick up to you, observing for a split second before focusing on his report.

Blissfully unaware of the mental struggle unfolding in Zayne's overworked mind, you happily hopped to your feet when he told you he would call it there for the night.

You didn't notice how his eyes kept flicking between you, staring longingly at your lips, your back, your neck, anything, and the ceiling, mentally chiding himself for his crumbling resolve.

The two of you waved to Yvonne on the way out of the hospital and got in Zayne's car. The nice thing about Zayne leaving work later than the average person was the lack of a full rush hour, but you still noticed Zayne's scarred fingers strumming impatiently on the steering wheel whenever you were stopped at a red light.

It must've been a long day, you thought sympathetically. Even when surgeries went well, they still had to be absolutely exhausting. Sometimes you forgot just how strenuous Zayne's job could be.

You started to try to think of something to say to distract him and hopefully make the rest of the drive home feel faster, but just as you opened your mouth, Zayne sighed and took a quick right turn, going down an unfamiliar side road.

You frowned and turned to look out of the rear windshield to see if there had been a road closure, but you couldn't see anything in the dark without the car's headlights.

"What's with the detour?" you asked worriedly. Was Zayne so tired he couldn't find his way home? Maybe you should take over for the rest of the drive.

"Apologies. I thought I could wait until we got home," Zayne sighed. You cocked your head, glancing forward.

The street led to a small, empty parking lot for a local park. In the distance, you could see moonlight shimmering on the surface of a pond. Zayne sighed and turned the car off, including the headlights. You could only see him by the moonlight and the faint glow of a street lamp at the entrance of the parking lot.

"Wait for what?" you asked, your heartbeat speeding up when Zayne's eyes finally met yours. You could barely see them in the low light, but you could still make out the hunger there, and the blush dusting his cheeks.

"I've been thinking about you all day," he admitted quietly, unbuckling his seatbelt. "And then I got delayed by the surgery, and you came to see me, bringing desserts. I've barely been able to keep focused on the drive."

Your brain finally caught up, and you couldn't help but let out a laugh, your hand coming up to cover your mouth.

"Zayne, you got all hot and bothered because I brought you a croissant?" you asked.

"Because you're you," Zayne breathed, his eyes darting down to your lips. He didn't move over the center consol, though, glancing back up at your eyes questioningly.

You didn't need to take time to think about it. Your laughs faded, but your smiled stayed as you reached down and unbuckled your seatbelt. Almost immediately, Zayne descended upon you, his hands coming up to hold your cheeks as he pulled you in for a frantic kiss.

He groaned into your parted lips, kissing hungrily like his life depended on it. Your hands traveled up to his wrists, your thumbs gently rubbing over his scars.

"You look so stunning today," he gasped when he pulled away for a few moments, his shoulders heaving with each breath.

You scoffed out a laugh, glancing down at your everyday clothes. You hadn't done anything special to get ready today.

Before you could think up a retort, Zayne was back on you, practically climbing over the center console. He looked almost ridiculous in his white lab coat, but Zayne didn't seem concerned with taking it off. He cradled the back of your neck with one hand, the other trailing down to your side. You kissed him back as best you could while being pressed into the passenger seat.

Zayne's hand traveled from the back of your neck to your collarbone, skirting along the collar of your shirt. You couldn't help but let out a moan, and he groaned in response, pressing his head forward to kiss you harder for a moment before pulling away.

"Damn it," he cursed under his breath, leaning away. While you were still reeling from being kissed within an inch of your life, he opened his car door and got out, slamming it shut behind him and getting in the backseat.

He leaned back in the seat, taking a few deep breaths before gesturing with one hand for you to follow him. Not wasting time getting out of the car, you climbed over the center console and into the back. You started to clumsily straddle Zayne's lap, but he grabbed your waist and spun you around.

You gasped, your hands flying up to grab at the back of the driver's seat in front of you to keep your balance. Zayne's hands traveled over to your waistband, and he unceremoniously tugged it down along with your underwear.

"Zayne!" you yelped, your face turning scarlet. You shivered when your already-wet pussy was exposed to the cool air of the car.

"You're already so wet," Zayne breathed, pulling your clothes down your legs. Each of his feet pushed at your heels, forcing your shoes off so he could finish baring your entire bottom half.

Being half- mostly, really- naked while he was still dressed in his doctor regalia was doing something to intensify the heat in your core and the wetness between your legs.

Zayne's cool hands found your hips once more and pulled you back against his lap. Your back pressed up against his chest, and your bare ass against his clothed cock, which you could feel straining against his dark pants.

He took to kissing at your neck and shoulders, taking his time like he was mapping out every inch of your skin with his lips. Each cool breath sent goosebumps down your arms.

"Lovely," Zayne breathed. His hands slid down, cupping at the undersides of your thighs and pulling them up, leaving your feet dangling and pussy exposed.

More heat flooded your face at the position. Your eyes darted around, glancing out each car window for any signs of life.

"In- in the car?" you gasped, your voice hitching as Zayne kissed behind your ear. "What if someone s-sees?"

"There's no one around," Zayne murmured into your neck. "There's no way to see into the car. Nobody will see you but me."

With that, his right hand finally slid down and began tracing around your clit and pussy. His left hand still tightly gripped the back of your left thigh, hiking it up a few inches higher to give him better access to your core.

You whimpered as his index finger traced up your entrance, gathering some of the leaking wetness. He brought it up to your clit and began pressing careful circles around it, never quite touching it directly.

He continued the process, swirling around your clit and entrance in a figure-8 pattern until you were absolutely dripping. Your breathing sped up and it felt like your entire body was on fire.

"Zayne, please," you blabbered after a few minutes of torment, his fingers so close to where you needed them. "Please, just actually touch me-"

You grinded to the side, trying to catch his fingers on your clit, but he pulled his hand back with a tsk. Then, without warning, he brought it back down, delivering a light slap to your pussy.

It wasn't hard enough cause a lasting ache, but the hit was enough for you to gasp and arch your back, throwing your head back onto his left shoulder. You could smell the sterile scent of the hospital on his lab coat.

"Fine, if you're that impatient," Zayne replied teasingly. You could practically hear the smirk on his face.

His hand shifted and finally pressed down on your clit. His wet fingers danced along that sensitive spot, rubbing and pressing and drawing gasps and moans out of your lips.

"A-ah- Zayne, slow down!" you whimpered, writhing in his hold as hit movements sped up and he added more pressure.

"Why? You wanted me to touch you," Zayne replied evenly. "I'm touching you. 'Actually.'"

"Yeah, but- god- if you keep it up I'm gonna cum-"

That just urged Zayne to rub your clit faster. He began grinding up into your ass, dragging his hardened cock against you. Your legs felt weak and your feet were tingling as you felt yourself hurtling towards release.

"Zayne, Zayne-" you whimpered, unable to stop your hips from grinding up and down, alternating between pressing his fingers harder against you and trying to escape the intense stimulation.

Your whimpers turned to cries as you neared your orgasm, and even though you knew there was nobody around, being in a public place still overrode your instincts and you bit your lip to stifle your sounds.

Noticing your sudden quietness, Zayne halted his movements. His hand moved up to your breast, kneading it casually.

"Don't. I want to hear you come apart on my fingers," he said, his breathing heavy.

You turned your head slightly so you could see him. His face was flustered and his eyes were dark with desire. You nodded shakily. He gave a pinch to your nipple, eliciting a small cry, before plunging his hand back down to your clit, setting a brutal pace.

"Ah! Feels so good, Zayne," you blabbered, arching your back further. "I-I'm gonna cum-"

"Good, you're doing so good," Zayne breathed, tightening his grip on your left thigh, surely leaving marks. His hips started moving again, grinding against your ass. "So good, cum for me now."

You cried out as you climaxed, your legs threatening to close but held open and apart by Zayne's arms. He kept rubbing at your clit, sending jolt after jolt of pleasure through your body.

"Fuck, Zayne!"

You felt like you were struck by lightning. Overwhelmed, your torso twisted as wetness continued to leak from your pussy, but Zayne's hand never left you.

"T'much, it's too much," you whimpered, crying out as another aftershock shot through your legs. Your hands came off the headrest in front of you, coming down on Zayne's wrists, but he was immovable.

He took some mercy on you and slowed his movements on your clit, but he didn't stop entirely. You panted, breasts heaving with every deep breath. Quiet gasps and whimpers continuously escaped your lips.

"You sound so beautiful," Zayne whispered. "So perfect when you fall apart for me."

Keeping his right hand on you, slowly tracing up and down your pussy, he let go of your left thigh. His left hand came up to turn your head toward him, and he kissed you hungrily, continuing to grind against you.

You kissed him back eagerly, moaning into his mouth until you felt dizzy from the combination of low oxygen and high stimulation. He pulled away and caressed your cheek before reaching back down to hold your left thigh up again.

"Wait, what- ah! Zayne!" you shrieked as he suddenly plunged two fingers into your pussy with his right hand. "Shit! Zayne, I'm- ah, sensitive!"

Small tears of overstimulation pricked at the corners of your eyes as Zayne began thrusting his fingers in and out of your cunt. Every few thrusts, he'd curl them, making you writhe and see stars.

"I know, I know," he moaned sympathetically as cries shook your shoulders. "I know, just one more for me, need to feel you cum one more time."

Your hands flew back up to the back of the driver's seat, desperate to grab onto anything to ground yourself. Zayne continued pumping his right hand ruthlessly, but he snuck his left hand down off your thigh and to your clit, beginning to rub there, too.

"Oh my god," you wailed, your legs starting to shake as pressure began to build in your core. "I- I can't-"

"You can, you're doing so well," Zayne moaned, his breath stuttering as his hips continued to desperately grind on your ass. "Just one more for me."

The dual sensation and overstimulation had your whole body ablaze. Your previously tame whimpers were now full on cries, nearly covering the obscene, wet sounds coming from your pussy as Zayne sped up.

You gasped when you started to feel a familiar tingling sensation, panic temporarily clouding your gaze.

"Z-Zayne, it's too much, I'm- Zayne your car-!"

Zayne laughed into your ear, and you realized he knew exactly what he was doing and was enjoying every moment of it.

"Go ahead, my dear. Make a mess."

You came again with a sob, your hips lifting up off the car seat as your cunt squirted around Zayne's fingers. Liquid dripped down his skin, down your ass, and onto the car floor and the back of the driver's seat you were still desperately grasping.

Zayne's movements faltered for a moment as his hips stuttered, and he buried his face into the back of your neck, groaning into your skin. You gasped as you felt wetness grinding up against your ass, but you were too busy seeing stars to comment on it yet.

Zayne worked you through your orgasm, slowly bringing his movements to a halt. He wiped his wet fingers on your shirt, and even though you'd just squirted in his car, the dirtiness of that sent a final spike of arousal down your spine.

You both were gasping for breath. You took a minute to compose yourself before limply turning your head to meet Zayne's gaze.

"You're gonna have to get your car detailed," you noted. He simply hummed in response, looking too blissed-out to care about cleaning bis car.

Your gaze flicked down and you wiggled your ass experimentally. He gasped sharply, his body tensing.

"Did you cum in your pants?" you laughed shakily.

Blush dusted the tops of his ears. You reached down behind you to cup your hand around his still-clothed cock. Sure enough, there was a damp spot at the front of his pants, but your eyes widened when you felt that he'd barely softened up at all.

Zayne reached down and grabbed your wrist, pulling it off his cock and up to his face. He kissed at your wrist gently, but there was still fire in his eyes.

"Let's... go home," he panted. "The night is still young."