by Gina Kincade
“Take me to your bedroom, Zac.”
“Of course.”
He turned and walked down the hall. I couldn’t take my eyes from his perfect ass, with its creamy pale skin, as I followed close behind. It was almost enough just to stare at it, but I seriously couldn't wait to get my hands on it, my teeth into the flesh...and my cock deep inside. In my haste, I growled and pushed at Zac's shoulder blades.
“Come on, man. Bedroom, already.”
“Hold your horses, dude. It's at the end of the hall.”
“I don't want to hold my horses. I wanna fuck your ass. And how fucking big is this apartment anyway?”
“What can I say?” Zac glanced back over his shoulder, turning his attention to my cock. “I'm a size queen.”
The way his voice cracked on that last word gave me chills. Good chills. All the way up and down my spine, and on into my cock. “I'll fuck you in the hall if you don't get on your bed this second.”
Zac reached the door at the end of the hall. It was already ajar but he kicked it open and ran inside, diving straight onto the king-size bed. He landed on his front but rolled over just as I thudded on top of him.
We laid there, chest to chest, with me once more capturing Zac's mouth in mine. The lean muscle of my torso slotted home against the ridges of his, like we were puzzle pieces.
I couldn't stop grinding my hips into Zac’s, and gliding my cock over the heat of his. The moans that burst from his mouth into mine were a fantasy come to life.
A moment later, I licked a long, slow trail down Zac's chest, over the ridges of his tight belly and down into the delicious light-colored happy trail that sprouted from the man's navel. The friction against my tongue gave me extra chills at the base of my neck, as the musk of my lover filled my senses.
I took a second to bury my face into the thick but trimmed hair around Zac's impressive cock, and I drew in a long breath. “You smell fucking great, man.”
“I, uh, do my best.”
I snared the base of Zac's cock in an iron grip, squeezing it like I was cutting off its airway. The other hand I dipped into the heat between his thighs, cupping his balls and holding them tight, like they would try to escape from me.
With everything in place, I swooped down over the length of him, pulling his hard cock in until it nudged at the back of my throat. I squeezed those delicious balls hard and arched my tongue, pulling upward and letting the rough face of my wet muscle grind against the belly of Zac's beautiful cock. Down and up I glided, sucking hard and letting my teeth add pressure and sharpness.
Zac's voice went from deep moans to dry rasps in a matter of seconds. I popped off the end of him and wrapped my fist around his girth, in the overhand position. I made tight circles with my palm all over the underside of the delicious flesh, while I slid down and took one of Zac's balls into my mouth again. Lapping and grinding, groaning and growling, I worked my man over with a hunger I'd never shown another lover.
I pulled my mouth off Zac's rippled sac and dropped a wad of spit onto my middle finger. As I swam up to take that beautiful cock back into my mouth, I pressed my juiced up finger between Zac's cheeks, finding the rippled heat of his tight ass hole. Gently at first, I glided the moisture around the puckered ring, licking at the head of his cock, letting the twin buzz of sensations get him all worked up. Without being asked, he pulled his knees up and outward, baring himself even further, opening himself up for everything to come.
I speared my thick finger up inside Zac, just the first joint to start with. The sharp hiss coming from his throat was all the encouragement I needed, and I pressed on farther, the heat of my lover's body almost searing my skin.
As I ran my tongue all over Zac's cock and belly, I drove the length of my finger in and out, a miniature cock getting things all warmed up. After a few seconds I brought a second finger into play, gliding it home inside Zac.
“Oh, god, Nate. Please. Can you fuck me now?”
“Wait.”
“Fuck you. I don't have to wait. I'm fucking rich, you know.”
I could hear the sarcasm in Zac's voice. “Oh, it's like that, huh? Then maybe I should just...stop.”
“No! Never.”
“Condom?”
Zac reached across to his bedside drawers and pulled the top one out. Literally out of the unit, spilling the contents on the floor. “In there. Somewhere.”
I kept my fierce grip on Zac's meat as I slid over to the side, fumbling through the assorted socks and boxers until I found a little square package. I tore it open with my teeth and worked it down my hard cock.
“Lube?”
Zac shook his head. “The rubber's lubed. I want you raw as possible.”
Coming back to rest between Zac's legs, I took another long, deep pull of the man's cock, all the way to the back of my throat again. Cupping his balls, squeezing the base, I drew up and off, licking my way back up the man's body until we were staring deep into each other's eyes again. All I could smell, all I could feel, all I could see, was Zac.
I rolled my hips until the fat head of my sheathed cock pressed up between Zac's cheeks. It was so tempting to just drive myself home, but the look of anticipation on my lover’s face was one I needed to savor. So I rested my weight on his chest as I kissed him again, while hooking my hands behind Zac's knees. With a small grunt I lifted, stretching him even wider open, ready for me. Zac reached down and grasped the base of my cock, circling the head around until it was right where we both needed it.
I broke our kiss to glance down. Certain my cock was right where it should be, I punched my hips forward, spearing the fat head up inside Zac with no real warning.
“Ah. Fuck.”
“Take it, boy.”
“Ohh...”
I pulled out a little, then drove harder inside. Zac grimaced and hissed, forcing his hands beneath his knees to keep himself spread for me. I studied the man's mouth, watching the way one side of his top lip curled up with every thrust. The line between pleasure and pain was clear to see, and we both seemed to be jumping across from one side to the other and back again. The look of ecstasy on Zac's face, though, was so much better than I had ever dreamed it would be.
Finally, I drove myself all the way inside, my hips thudding into Zac's ass. For a moment I held still, letting his heat bite into me, even through the rubber. I leaned down and took Zac's nipple between my teeth, biting hard on it as I pulled out.
Zac's voice became liquid as he sang his pleasure. I worked the stiff little bud with my tongue and teeth as I thrust deep inside my lover. A light sheen of sweat coated my back, and I could taste the same on Zac's chest. Above everything, I could feel myself losing control, turning into some kind of beast.
The heat inside my head was unbelievable. I’d always been a top, but I also kept control of myself. Like, all the time. The way my body seemed to be running away with me was every bit as frightening as it was exciting. Every hard thrust got me working that little bit further up Zac's body. Lapping sweat from the man's chest, from his throat, from his chin, until finally I had Zac's lips back against mine.
As I opened my mouth, Zac did the same. As if we'd tapped into each other’s mind. All I could hear was the mingling of our moans, the hissing of our breaths. All I could feel was everything I'd ever wanted. Zac's body beneath me, and around me. His cock grinding against my belly as I pumped into him. His perfect ass was as tight as a fist, and the man clearly knew how to take a long hard cock.
A moment later, the buzz of excitement shot fireworks through my body. I punched my hips harder, faster, and Zac's voice turned to whimpers. I speared myself inside my man for one final thrust, my cum jetting into the end of the condom so hard I thought it might rip through. Barely a second passed before the oily heat of Zac's cum shot up between our bellies.
The final aftershocks of pleasure sparked through me and I collapsed onto Zac’s chest, my face falling against the sheets beside his head. For a few minutes all either of us did was catch o
ur breaths and rest. Gradually I went soft and slid out of him.
After a few minutes, Zac wriggled beneath me, guiding me down onto my back. He rolled over and put his head on my chest, arm and leg spread across me. We were about the same size but somehow I felt bigger. More in control.
Zac kissed my chest and looked up at me. “That was better than I’d ever have believed.”
I smiled down at him. “For me, too.”
Now my blood had gone back to pumping at a normal speed—and my brain could get its fair share—the situation hit me hard again. As intense as the sex was, this had to be a one-time thing. As incredible as it was to make love to my ultimate man, I couldn’t make a life out of that. And I couldn’t face the idea of a crusty homophobe turning me into a failure for nothing more than my sexuality.
By the time I’d finished my train of thought, I realized I’d tensed up all over, even making a fist in Zac’s hair again. Not that it seemed to bother him. While I’d been arguing with myself, he’d fallen asleep on top of me. And holy hell, it hit me almost as hard as fucking him had. That he was that comfortable with me. The last thing I wanted to do was let him go, but I had to get home. It wasn’t like we could ride in to the office together in the morning.
Still, hearing a lover’s deep breathing, and feeling the soft heat of his skin on mine, was a pleasure I rarely allowed myself. I had to go, sure. But it didn’t have to be right away.
Five more minutes.
Chapter Six
A sweet watermelon sunrise woke me as it streamed through the huge windows of Zac’s penthouse. I stretched as I yawned, feeling the man in question stirring beside me. Damn, I’d forgotten what a pleasure it was to wake up next to someone for a change. Especially someone whose name I remembered.
Then my belly iced up, and it felt as if the floor had disintegrated beneath me. I sat up and searched for a clock. It was past 6am, which pretty much meant I was fucked. I couldn’t get from here to my mom’s apartment, shower and change, and then in to work. Not on time, at least.
“Shit!”
Zac sat up, his sleep-tousled hair making him even more ridiculously cute than usual. “What’s up, lover?”
“I’m fucked. I’m fucked.” I started picking up my clothes, desperately trying to pull them on. “Gotta get home. No time.”
“What? I’ll call you a driver. I have three.”
“Hey, thanks, but that’s just a perfect way to spread this little development straight to your father.”
Zac rolled onto his side and smiled at me. “So a cab, then. My treat.”
I paused as I worked the buckle of my belt. “I don’t think even that’ll give me enough time.”
With a sigh, Zac slid forward and put his arms around my waist, looking up at me like he was my pet and I had a bag of food. “Then stay. I have a thousand suits, any one of which is bound to fit you. Stay for breakfast, a shower, and...whatever else we can fit in.”
The moment he finished speaking, he worked my belt back open, and slid it free of my pants.
“I...don’t know...”
He made a loop with the belt and put it around his wrists, pulling it tight with his teeth. When he held up his bound hands he smiled at me so sweetly it nearly melted me. “You can do all kinds of things to me. Whatever your heart—or other parts—desire.”
Fuck me, the man knew exactly how to tempt me. But I still felt crusty from last night. Before I could think of doing anything else, there was an even greater priority. “You said something about a shower?”
“Sure. Need someone to scrub your back?”
My heart leapt with excitement. “My back? Okay. To start with.” I released the belt from around his wrists. No way he could scrub me properly with that on.
Zac beamed like a child getting candy. He swung his legs down off the bed, suddenly as lively as a double espresso. “C’mon.”
I followed him through to the bathroom, which was as big as my mom’s entire apartment. And probably cost more than her whole building. “Damn. Got a map for this place?”
“You won’t need one. Just follow the bouncing balls.” He turned around and jogged backward away from me until he reached the shower recess, which looked like I could land a small plane in it.
If I’d been in a place like this with anyone but Zac, I’d have been overwhelmed, and probably more than a little angry. With anyone I didn’t know so well I’d think he was trying to show off, or rub my poverty in my face. But Zac had always seemed uncomfortable with his own ridiculous wealth.
He got the water running and stepped straight into it. Either he didn’t mind the cold, or he had the kind of system that delivered hot water immediately. The stream cascading over his body gave his pale skin a gorgeous sheen, and already he was turning red in patches. When he held out his hand, I couldn’t wait any longer, stepping in beside him.
Standing face-to-face, completely bare, I studied his eyes, and his pretty mouth. Zac put his hand on my shoulder, then slid it up to my neck, his small grin growing wider with every passing moment. Suddenly, he pulled me forward, dousing my head under the hot stream of water.
“Urgh. Asshole!” I shoved at him, trying to break his grip. Not so hard I’d send him falling or sliding, but enough to take control.
Zac turned and grabbed a bottle of something soapy, squirting a handful out. “Did sir order a back scrub?”
“Sir most certainly did.” I turned away and folded my arms. A brief moment passed before Zac pressed his gel-filled palms to my neck and made circles. He moved out to my shoulders, then back in to my spine. The lower his hands moved, the higher my cock went. Zac kept on rubbing until he was cupping my ass.
Without warning he slid one hand sideways down my crack, gliding it through until he was soaping my balls. He pulled back and slid both hands around me, grasping my cock and my bag. The heat of his body pressed right in against me, his mouth behind my ear, and his hard cock poking into the flesh of my ass.
“I seem to have misplaced sir’s back.”
“Uh...keep, uh...keep looking. You’ll find it.”
“Perhaps a closer inspection.”
I couldn’t come up with anything smart in return. Not while he was working my junk over so fucking perfectly. So I spun around and seized him by the hair, bending his head back so I could bite into the side of his neck. He’d shown me a few signs already, and my instinct told me exactly how to handle things.
I stopped short of drawing blood, but despite the clamor of running water and the echoes it made, my senses were filled only with the hissing and moaning coming from Zac’s throat. When I released my bite, I leaned back against the tiled wall and pushed my lover down onto his knees.
“Suck.”
Zac closed his eyes, a look of ecstasy painted across his face. The stream of hot water running down my body flowed on to his as he licked me from balls to tip. I kept my fist in his blond locks as he took the head of me into his mouth, and I thrust into that hot wet hole. Zac opened his eyes, staring up at me with an expression that seemed to be daring me to go harder.
I pistoned in and out of his perfect mouth while he hooked one hand through my thighs, grasping at my ass. With the other he held my balls like a train commuter holds a hand strap. He angled me down and opened wide, driving forward until my whole length was embedded in his mouth and throat.
For minute after minute he worked me over, taking me deep one moment, gliding me out and licking me another. It was almost too much to bear.
“Zac, I’m getting close.”
“Please...let go. It’s only fair.”
In an almost exact switch of the stolen moments back at the office, I slammed the back of my head against the wall while Zac pulled my climax closer and closer with his skillful mouth and hands. In no time I was over the edge.
My whole body tingled as my nerves pulled sensations inward, gathering them in my belly until that final moment of blissful release. Zac ground his finger against my ass hole as he embrac
ed the tip of my cock in his mouth.
In what felt almost like a rifle shot, I pumped round after round of sticky fluid into his mouth. He pressed my ass hole harder with each spasm of my cock, sending sparks of ecstasy inward from both sides.
When my sight returned, I glanced down to see Zac’s handsome face still turned upward, the stream of water landing directly on it. He opened his mouth and let my juice stream out, blending it with the water.
My knees gave way and I slid down to sit before him. With a smile I put my hand around his neck and pulled him in for a deep kiss, tasting myself on his sweet tongue.
I reached for his cock, which was at attention and seemingly ready for anything. Before I could touch him, though, he slid away. “Please, no.”
“No?”
“Uh-uh. I owed you that.”
I paused for a moment. “What, are you keeping score?”
He looked down, as if the answers were on the impeccably tiled floor. “No, it’s just...I need to please you, Nate.”
“You think I don’t want—”
“No, buddy. I know you want to please me, too. And you did. Holy fuck, you did.”
If anything, I fell just a little closer to being in love with the guy then. My instincts had been exactly right. My desires complemented his perfectly. I glanced across to the clock on the bathroom wall. “Well, there’s not really any time. We have to get going.”
We dried each other off and Zac searched through his cavernous wardrobe to find me a suit.
“Make sure it’s not silk. Or wool. If you have polyester—”
“I do not have polyester.”
I shrugged with a wry smirk on my face. “Hey, I just don’t want it to look suspicious. Second day there and suddenly I’m wearing a suit that costs more than my yearly wage? Can you say dead giveaway?”
Eventually he found a mid brown suit. It was still a wool suit, but hopefully the color would make it look cheaper. He clicked his tongue as he held it up. “I can’t believe I even have this. It’s one big, ugly coffee stain.”
