Zachary tried to think rationally. It was such a bad idea. But Thomas’s intense blue eyes on his were so gorgeous, his face so handsome, and the memories of their night together so intoxicating that Zachary never stood a chance. He leaned over and kissed Thomas and ignored the little grunt of displeasure from the driver.
Chapter 11
NO SOONER had Thomas let them into his apartment than Zachary pinned him against the coat closet door and devoured his succulent mouth as he shoved his own coat and Thomas’s parka to the floor. It might have been Terry’s ribbing him earlier or the sense that he would never again see Thomas in this intimate way, but Zachary gave himself permission to go a little wild. In his excitement the haze of alcohol seemed to burn away, but his body felt too hot. He needed to touch cool skin damn quick.
He ran his hands up Thomas’s strong neck to his head and clenched his fingers in his dark, wavy locks as their mouths tangled together. Zachary ran his tongue over Thomas’s white, even teeth, bit into his lower lip, and leaned back to tug on it and make Thomas moan for him.
The apartment was dark except for a dim glow through the windows, but a shaft of light fell across Thomas’s blue eyes. Zachary growled, “God damn. You really are the most handsome fucking man in the world. I’ll pay for this.” His quizzical expression lasted only until Zachary grasped the luxurious fabric of his shirt and ripped it open. Buttons flew everywhere and bounced across the hardwood floor.
Thomas drew in a sharp breath and pressed his hands and his back against the closed door. His eyes showed surprise and excitement, so Zachary took that as permission to do as he wanted to Thomas’s body. He glided his lips over the long neck before him, bared his teeth, and scraped them lightly along the jaw until Thomas tilted his head back and exposed his throat. Zachary drifted down with his mouth next, across the silky chest hair and over to one reddened nipple. He snaked his arm possessively around Thomas’s waist as he licked and then lightly bit, alternating between nubs. He stopped just at the point both nipples became as hard as little rubies.
Thomas put one hand on the back of Zachary’s hair to hold him to his chest and whispered, “Go ahead, Zach. Fucking bite me.” Zachary did, sharply, and Thomas gasped as he thrust his hips forward to rub his hard cock against Zachary’s jeans. “My God,” Thomas moaned, “that’s so damn hot.”
Zachary pulled Thomas’s belt loose, then unfastened his jeans and pushed them to the floor so they pooled around Thomas’s ankles. He ran his hands over the hard length of flesh still trapped by Thomas’s black briefs and stuck his hands inside. With one he curved under to roll Thomas’s balls, and with the other he cupped the head of his dick, all sticky and wet with precome.
Zachary went to his knees and pulled down Thomas’s underwear as he dropped. He stared at the thick and swollen erection before him for a long moment, as though mesmerized by a cobra ready to strike. A drop of clear liquid pearled at the tip of Thomas’s cock, and Zachary extended his tongue to lap at it and drew a silver thread back into his own mouth.
Before Thomas could move, Zachary dropped his jaw and lunged to take in his dick. Thomas gasped above him as Zachary swirled his tongue over and around the sensitive head and then flattened and worked the underside of his shaft. The warm, smooth flesh slid deeper into his mouth, and the thick head pressed toward his throat as Zachary fought and controlled his gag reflex. He struggled to keep his teeth sheathed as his lips stretched, and he tightened his cheeks as he bobbed his head and sucked hard.
The cock in Zachary’s mouth grew even more rigid, and he grasped Thomas’s muscled ass cheeks to pull him forward so he could swallow him to the root. Thomas cried out as though afraid he might blow too soon in the depths of Zachary’s throat. Zachary’s nose tickled against a silky bush of hair, and he breathed through his nose to inhale the earthy scent while he worked his throat muscles around the hard dick he serviced.
Thomas moaned to signal his orgasm approached. He dropped one hand to the back of Zachary’s head as he tried to pull himself even deeper into the velvet warmth of Zachary’s throat. Before his orgasm became inevitable, though, Zachary pulled off his cock with a gasp, and the trails caught the light as he drew his head back. Then he spun Thomas around to face the closet door and barked, “Hands on the wall.”
THOMAS WAS almost shocked to find himself obeying. It was so not who he normally was, but fuck if he knew why. To surrender to Zach’s directions felt perfect—welcome, even.
Zach spread his ass with his strong hands, and he gasped when Zach ran the tip of his wet tongue up and down his trench. He arched his back, pushed out with his hips, and exposed himself further to Zach’s ravening mouth. Then he whimpered when he felt Zach trace circles around his rim with that warm tongue. Zach reached up between Thomas’s legs to grab his sac and tug on it as he stiffened his tongue to push inside. The hand working his balls and the tongue spearing his ass made Thomas squirm and thrust back, desperate for more.
Zach pressed inward and grunted his pleasure as he used his mouth on the tender hole. Thomas felt nerve endings he’d long ignored awaken as he found himself bent almost in half, his ass wide open, and he ground up and down against Zach’s tongue. The slight stubble on Zach’s face scratched against the sensitive skin around Thomas’s opening, and the tongue that was at least an inch inside him suddenly made him long for the fullness and stretch of a hard cock.
The rim job had Thomas nearly out of his mind with pleasure when Zach stopped long enough to say in a husky voice, “I want to fuck you this time, Thomas.” Then he resumed the strokes and thrusts with his talented tongue.
The unspoken question—Can I?—echoed in Thomas’s head. He hadn’t let anyone inside him for years, since even before Rumson nearly ruined his life, but he was so aroused by the domination that he realized he would gladly spread his legs—just for Zach.
He licked his lips as he reached back to spread his cheeks for better access and said, “Do it, Zach. Fuck me.”
Zach ran his tongue from Thomas’s balls to his taint and continued along the entire crack of his ass and then up his back as he rose smoothly to his feet. He wrapped his arms around Thomas’s waist and hugged him from behind. Zach’s hard cock, still trapped by his jeans, pressed against Thomas, and he thought for a minute Zach might fuck him right there. The mental image made his cock jump, and he worried for a second that he’d come.
Instead Zach stepped back and released him as he said, “Let me see you spread on your bed, Thomas. I want you on your stomach, open and waiting for me.”
Oh yes. Even better idea.
He tried to regain some sense of control—as much to prevent himself from spilling there in the hallway as to protect the shreds of his self-image—by pulling up his pants so he could walk down the hall without tripping.
Once in the bedroom, Thomas quickly stripped off his shoes, socks, pants, and the tatters of his shirt and then retrieved the lube and a box of condoms from the nightstand. He heard Zach moving toward the bedroom, so he climbed onto the thick white comforter and lay flat on his belly, his ass toward the door as he spread his legs and tucked his arms.
He heard Zach say, barely above a whisper, “So fucking beautiful.” Then he heard Zach take off his own clothes.
Soon Thomas felt the bed dip, and silky smooth skin slid across his as Zach stretched along his body. His cock rested warm and heavy against Thomas’s ass and back as he licked Thomas’s neck. Thomas sighed, clutched the comforter under his hands, and ground his dick into the cool fabric.
Zach rolled off him, and Thomas heard him tear open a foil wrapper. He turned his head to watch Zach unroll a condom down the length of his dick, and he clenched his ass with anticipation and nerves. He said quietly, “I haven’t had anyone or anything inside me in years.”
Zach nodded and gave him a devilish grin. “I’ll take care of you, Thomas, but I want you to feel this for a week afterward. While you’re sitting at your desk, I want you to remember me pounding my cock into you.�
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Oh God. Thomas ground his hips harder against the bed. Even that threat was sexy, and despite the rough treatment, Thomas felt no fear. He didn’t know why he trusted Zach so completely, but he gave himself over to it. Surrendering the last threads of restraint, he begged, “Fuck me. Let me feel your big dick inside my tight ass.”
Zach chuckled hoarsely and then pressed his face against Thomas’s hole again to lick his rim firmly. He grunted as he nuzzled and worked until Thomas moaned again. Then he popped open the bottle of lube and drizzled liquid down Thomas’s crack and along the length of his own sheathed erection and returned the bottle to the nightstand. He brought a finger into play to circle Thomas’s opening for a moment, and then he pressed against the slowly relaxing pucker.
Thomas inhaled sharply as Zach’s thick digit breached him and carefully tunneled inside. It burned, but he was so aroused that the slight discomfort faded quickly. Zach slid his long finger in and out and steadily increased the speed and depth as Thomas felt himself go slack. He murmured, “I can take more,” and clenched his jaw before he could add “sir.”
What the fuck am I doing?
Zach pressed two fingers into his ass, and Thomas thrust back onto Zach’s hand and raised his hips so he could draw his knees up to his chest. Then he rested his forehead on his hands. He whimpered and cried out as Zach turned his hand and crooked his fingers to graze Thomas’s prostate. “Holy shit,” he gasped. “Oh, Zach. That feels incredible. Can you please fuck me now?”
“Not just yet, stud,” Zach said in a low, steady voice. “You’re still so tight you’d cut the circulation off on my cock, and I’m going to need it to fuck you deep and long.”
Zach kept torturing him as he worked his fingers in and out and occasionally pressed against his gland. Thomas felt precome drip from his cock onto the bed.
“You’re beautiful like this, Thomas,” Zach murmured. “You’re all spread out for me and you feel smooth and warm inside.” Thomas moaned at the praise and squeezed his muscles to try to trap Zach’s hand inside him. “I can’t wait to slide into you. Do you know how hard you make me, Thomas?” he purred. “Reach back and grab my cock now. I want you to think about how much of me you’re going to feel inside your ass soon.”
Thomas reached out as instructed and almost sobbed in excitement as he wrapped his fingers around Zach’s gloved and lubed erection. In return Zach added a third finger to his ass. It brought only the briefest discomfort as Thomas’s hole was spread farther than it ever had been before.
“So good, Zach. It feels so good,” Thomas moaned and pressed back against Zach’s hand. Then he moved his own fist up and down over Zach’s long, sheathed cock. He squeezed it tightly and gasped, “I want to feel this dick inside me.”
“I love that you call me Zach. No one else does.” He kissed the back of Thomas’s neck again, and then he withdrew his fingers. The absence left Thomas’s hole empty and lonely for a moment until Zach moved into position behind him and then pressed the latex-encased head against his opening.
“I want you to clench hard for me now until I tell you to release it,” Zach said in a voice that brooked no argument. Thomas did as he was told and squeezed his hole as tightly as he possibly could until Zach said, “Now.” He relaxed and then gasped as he felt Zach press into him. The head of his dick sank in, bigger even than the three fingers he’d rocked against.
“Ah, you’re perfect,” Zach sighed, and Thomas relaxed into the penetration. He shivered as he felt Zach push more and more of his long cock inside.
It should have hurt, but the sensation of being filled, of being taken, brought a warm glow of peace and completion. Moments into the invasion, Thomas felt intimations that he was perhaps a fraud. All those years he had maintained a careful distance and control. He had always taken charge as he found his pleasure in the bodies of countless men. Yet Zach had taught him something new about his own body and his own desires that he never before recognized.
Zach pressed farther into his ass as he demanded access, and Thomas was surprised to feel tears prickle at the corners of his eyes. A thought flickered through his mind—a wish that he could have more than just that night—but he pushed the idea away to deal with another time. This night he wanted to give himself, and he found it surprisingly easy to surrender into pure physical pleasure as Zach began to fuck him in earnest.
The strokes were long and deep, and Thomas stretched his legs out again until he was flat on his belly so Zach could pound him into the mattress. He heard himself utter encouragements to go hard, go deeper as Zach used his body. He lost himself until he was aware of nothing more than a cock moving inside his rectum. His mind was free and drifting, and he thought he could lose himself in sensation. At the same time, he didn’t want to miss a precious stroke. He needed an anchor, so he grabbed one of Zach’s arms to pull around himself as he gave everything he was capable of giving.
Zach rested his forehead against Thomas’s neck as he thrust faster, and Thomas felt the cock inside his ass grow even harder. “Tear me up, Zach,” he gasped. “You promised I’d feel it for a week.”
Zach absolutely roared and pressed his full length so deeply inside that Thomas cried out, and then he could feel Zach spasm. He tightened his arms and lifted Thomas’s chest off the bed until Thomas’s thighs rested on Zach’s as he shuddered. “Aaah, Zach…,” Thomas moaned.
Zach rubbed his still-hard dick against Thomas’s prostate and murmured against his neck, “Come for me now.” Suddenly Thomas’s own orgasm took him. Zach fucked him through it, cock buried inside his ass, arms wrapped around his chest as Thomas thrashed and twitched and shot ropes of come all over the comforter.
When it finally ended, Thomas collapsed forward on the bed and luxuriated in the weight on top of him. Zach nuzzled the back of his head and his neck and moved his softening dick idly inside his body as Thomas’s heart rate gradually slowed.
Slightly embarrassed at his own behavior, but still in the flush of a great orgasm, Thomas asked, “Where did that come from?”
Zach chuckled slightly against his back. “I have no idea. I’ve never done anything like that before. I just suddenly knew that if this was the last time we could ever be together, I wanted everything from you. So I took it.” He put one hand on Thomas’s hip and gripped it tightly. “I took you.”
“Zach….”
“No, don’t. You’ve been completely honest with me. I knew the score before I came home with you again. This night with you was a gift I’ll remember for the rest of my life.”
Zach reached down to hold on to the condom as he withdrew from Thomas’s body. Then he climbed out of bed to remove and tie it off.
As he stood by the bed, he reached down to stroke Thomas’s back and said softly, “I’ll keep trying the friendship thing with you, Thomas. But truthfully I don’t have much hope for that. It’s going to kill me when I see you go off with another man, knowing he gets to have what I want. But I will try.”
Thomas said, “Hold on. I’ll get you a towel.” He rolled off the bed to grab a couple from the bathroom, and he and Zach faced each other as Thomas wiped and dried Zach’s semihard dick and then dabbed at the bedspread. He murmured with a smile, “I wonder if these stains will come out of a Frette duvet cover.”
“You could add it my bill along with the shirt I destroyed,” Zach said with a smile that looked more like a grimace.
Thomas shook his head. “The shirt gave its life for a worthy cause, so I can’t let you pay me for it. That was… astonishing, Zach. I never even imagined I’d like being handled the way you did me.”
Zach kissed him and then reached for his clothes, no longer able to meet Thomas’s eyes at all. “I’m going to go. Thank you for this.”
“You don’t want to stay the night?”
“I can’t. It’ll hurt worse in the morning.”
“I’m sorry.” Thomas hung his head for a second, but Zach was right—it was probably better that way. He put his arms aroun
d Zach and sighed.
Suddenly Zach struggled out of the hug in which Thomas had wrapped him. “No,” he declared. “You don’t get to be the victim here.”
Thomas leaned back and dropped his arms to his side in surprise. “What are you talking about?”
“That sigh you just gave. Like I’m abandoning you.”
“I wasn’t….”
“Yes, you were, Thomas. I said you’ve been honest, so don’t suddenly turn this into a scene.”
“Zachary, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Panic twinges started to run up and down Thomas’s spine.
“You are way too smart to get away with that bullshit, Thomas. You know the effect you have on men. I think you use that so you can preserve this illusion that you’re just a, I don’t know, a player who only wants sex and is too worldly for a relationship.” Zach’s voice was becoming strident, but Thomas let him bare his frustration. He owed him the chance to have his say, even if Thomas really did not want to hear such an intuitive indictment of him.
“I’m listening,” he said gently.
“This does me no good, Thomas, but maybe, just maybe, it will help you with the next guy you bring home who would give a shit about you if you would permit it,” Zach growled, anxiety rolling off him in waves.
“Picture it from my perspective. I’m new in town, inexperienced, excited. I meet a man in a bar who is devastatingly handsome—don’t you dare smirk—and for some reason seems interested in me. He brings me home, and we have the most incredible sex of my life. Twice, in fact. Then he kicks me out the door the next morning and says I should go have fun with other men and forget about him. Except he flirts with me at brunch. He invites me to the museum. Everywhere I look is this extraordinary man, and I’m told to accept being nothing more than his friend.”
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