When he came back up, I knew that he had the wallet in his hand, and he was fumbling through it for the condom based on his mutterings.
It was dark in the yard, and there wasn’t a single thing that I could see beyond the floodlight at my front, practically pointing directly at us.
The light was so bright that even with my eyes squeezed tightly shut, I could still see the illumination.
Sadly, it meant that I could only see the shadow of his body.
Could only feel.
And boy, did I feel.
Zach was perfect everywhere. At least, he felt like he was.
When my hands ran up and down the length of his body, pausing briefly to circle his nipples, he growled and I heard the rip of foil.
Seconds later, I could feel his arms jerking as he slid the condom down over the length of his cock.
Then I heard the telltale snap of rubber and knew that his cock had just taken a beating.
“Is the condom okay?” I asked, breathless and worried that the night was about to end before it’d even started.
He cleared his throat.
“Nope.” He paused. “And I don’t have any more.”
I whined.
Literally, I whined.
There was no other name for what I did.
That had to be why I said what I said next.
“I’m clean.”
There was such a long pause as silence descended around us that I started to notice just how loud the crickets and cicadas were.
But still. None of that mattered.
Not where we were. Not who could hear me. Not what was around me. Not even the lack of condom.
I never thought that I’d be having sex with Zach. Let alone having sex with Zach on someone else’s lawn furniture, at someone else’s house, while hooked up to an IV.
But there I was, doing it.
“Zach,” I pleaded. “Please.”
He growled, his mouth running down the length of my throat, making my nipples pebble and my heart start knocking an erratic tattoo against my inner chest.
“You on birth control?” he asked, his cock hovering at my entrance, ready to push inside at the first indication that I was protected.
“Yes,” I breathed.
And then he was thrusting inside of me so hard that I saw stars.
I’d not seen his cock yet. Not in its entirety. Not with the light making that impossible.
But I could tell just by the burning stretch of my pussy around his cock that he was bigger than I’d ever had before.
I had very limited experience. One sexual encounter total. And he hadn’t made me feel the way Zach was making me feel.
I’d never been made to feel even half as much during the final act that Zach could make me feel with just a damn kiss.
Things after that got a little hazy.
I could focus on nothing but the way he was making me feel. The way his cock thrust inside of me, so hard and deep, that I felt like I could feel him in my soul.
Then there were his hands, roaming up and down the length of my body, plucking at my nipples. Tugging my hair. Ultimately making my body explode in added sensations.
So it really shouldn’t have come as a surprise when I exploded in a mind-tingling orgasm.
One second I was all together, and the next I was exploding.
I felt like my entire being disintegrated, then reintegrated in such a way that Zach was permanently there, forever with me.
I’m not sure when he came.
Maybe it was right after I did.
Maybe it was a few long minutes later.
Maybe it was when the others came out on the porch and started laughing at something only they knew.
Hell, I didn’t know.
And I didn’t care.
When I finally came to, he was still above me, his chest heaving, as his cock pulsed every so often inside of me.
“I think you might’ve broken me,” I whispered to him. “I’m fairly sure that they heard me scream, too.”
“We did!” someone called.
A woman.
I wasn’t sure if it was Six, Wyett, or one of the others that I hadn’t ‘officially’ met yet.
Regardless, I was slightly embarrassed.
And I say slightly, because truly there was nothing that I could be embarrassed about when it came to what just happened with Zach.
It was not only a long time coming, but it also meant a hell of a lot more to me than some mid-level embarrassment at being caught fucking a man outside on someone else’s lawn furniture.
He chuckled at my observation, ignoring the others, as he stood up and brought me right along with him.
At first, I was impressed by his show of strength.
Then I was cursing up a storm when the IV was nearly ripped straight out of my arm.
“IV!” I cried out in surprise, my body leaning over heavily to one side so that it wasn’t ripped out even more.
“Shit,” he cursed, righting himself and grabbing the bag before apologizing. “I’m sorry.”
I grinned at him, only then realizing that I could now see him very, very well.
“They turned on more lights,” I found myself saying.
“Pool lights,” he said. “They’re swimming. We need to get you inside.”
He hurried toward the door, his cock jerking inside of me with each step that he took.
I licked my lips as a furl of desire started to unravel inside of me all over again at his movement.
That flame licked out the moment I heard the next comment out of a person’s mouth.
“You forgot your underwear,” Laric called out.
I felt my face flush.
“Come back out dressed to swim!” Six called. “If you can do the dirty, you can swim with us. We want to play some volleyball.”
She did have a point.
• • •
Two hours later, I was swimmed out and wanting a certain someone all over again.
But that might’ve had a lot to do with the yellow shorts that Zach was wearing.
Shorts that, apparently, he’d been keeping in his bag because he liked to get in workouts at the local YMCA.
Ladies and gentlemen, let me tell you something.
Those shorts were indecent.
They were the shortest pair of shorts that I’d ever seen on a straight man.
They were Ralph Lauren, hung low on his hips, and hit him about six inches below his crotch.
I didn’t think that I’d ever be able to look at him again and not want him wearing these particular shorts.
The man looked fucking great in a beat-up pair of boots, worn-out blue jeans, and a simple t-shirt.
But the man in those shorts that showed off his muscular thighs, his trim hips, his bulky shoulders, his sexy six-pack abs—that might I add weren’t all that perfect in comparison to the rest of him—would always be top tier in my book.
It hid the really good stuff, accentuated his muscles, and looked really great against his tanned skin.
“Are you even listening to me?” Swayze, also known as Trick’s wife, asked.
Amusement lilted her voice, making me reluctantly drag my gaze away from him.
“I was admiring Zach in those shorts,” I admitted. “And wondering where I could go buy him more just in case he has any other ones in his arsenal that aren’t quite so lovely.”
“Amen to that,” Six agreed. “The other guys look great and all, but those swim trunks are amazing. I think I’ll go look at Dillard’s tomorrow just to get some.”