Bedroom fun, and then an interruption

You run your tongue along the underside of Zeke's dick, going from base to tip. As you reach the tip, you take a moment to lick it and then wrap your lips around it and lower yourself, taking him entirely into your mouth and throat. You start bobbing up and down, making eye contact the whole time.

"Damn, babe. You're amazing at this," he says. One of his hands is resting on your head, fingers tangled in your hair. Any time you've started to slow down he's guided you back to the pace he likes. You wink at him, pull back until only the head of his dick is in your mouth and swirl your tongue around it. He groans, causing you to smile, and you pull away. His dick comes free of your mouth with a wet popping sound.

"Thanks," you say, fingers wrapping around his shaft and stroking. "Ready for round 4?"

"I thought it was round 5," Zeke says, chuckling. "You're insatiable."

"Guess so. But when I'm presented with such a perfect cock? Who could blame me?" You squeeze it, smiling at him.

"Can't argue with that." He sits up and pushes you back until you're laying on your back, and you spread your legs. You've taken so many of his loads in your pussy and mouth, and you have no intention of stopping now. You can feel him lining up, the head of his dick rubbing against your lower lips, ready to push into you-

And then the doorbell rang, and Zeke froze. You frowned, letting your head flop back to the bed as you glanced toward the door. "Can't someone else get it?" you ask.

"Pretty sure we're the only ones here, unless John snuck back in?"

You smile. _That's not likely. _Zeke leans down, kisses you and gropes your left tit, then starts getting up. "I'll be right back."

"You better be," you say, watching him pull his boxers on and take a few moments to adjust his dick so it wasn't quite so noticeable. Not that it was helping much. You start fingering yourself, thumb massaging your clit, and he glances back and watches you for a moment before shaking his head and leaving the room. You give it another few seconds, then sigh and give up. Your fingers can't compare to a cock.

Looking down, you see one of Zeke's work shirts and you smile. Grabbing it, you pull it on but leave it unbuttoned, arranging it so that your tits were visible but your nipples covered, barring a gust of wind or sudden movement. You button the very bottom button and that serves to keep your pussy hidden, again barring a slight sudden move. Confident enough, and not particularly caring if whoever it is sees you, you exit Zeke's room.

You make it halfway to the kitchen when you realize who Zeke's talking to. Katie is at the door, wearing a nice dress and make-up, and she looks upset. You glance at the clock. It's 8:30 now. You bite your lip. You were supposed to meet her at 7. Shit...

"-aven't seen him all day," Zeke says. "And I've been... kind of indisposed."

Katie looks past him and to you. "I can see that," she says. "His car is here, though. He has to be here."

"You can come in and check his room," Zeke says. Katie seems to consider, then nods and marches past him and to your room. You carry on to the kitchen and get a glass and drink some water. Zeke walks over and wraps his arms around you from behind. You can feel his dick poking into your ass. "Feeling like showing off, huh?"

"Guess so," you say.

"I didn't mention you know John. Didn't want to get him in trouble. Katie might get jealous, but... do you know where he went?"

You shake your head. "Not really, he said he needed to run out to... get a gift?"

"Probably for their anniversary. Shit, where is he?"

"Who knows?"

Katie emerges from your room, very pointedly not looking at you or Zeke, then sighs. "I... I guess I'll just go home. If he comes back, just... let me know?"

"Sure," Zeke says.

Katie nods, then leaves, closing the door behind her.

"This is weird. It's not like him to just disappear." He starts to say something else, but you twist around and kiss him, partly to shut him up and partly to distract yourself. I don't like hurting Katie, but... she doesn't have what I need right now, and even if she did how would I explain this crazy situation?

"Shall we go back to your room?" you ask, wiggling out of his arms and holding one hand to drag him back there.

"I guess, I'm just a little worried."

You pause, trying to think of what you can say. Failing to come up with anything helpful, a new thought enters your mind. "Well, would fucking my ass help get your mind off of things?"

Zeke's eyebrows shoot up, and you can see him considering. After a few seconds, he grins and lifts you up, carrying you bridal style into his room.