I looked up at him, at his soft features that were so damn beautiful. Seriously, this guy. Did he know how gorgeous he was? I pulled off, pressed a kiss to his glans. “Don’t be. I can take it. I told you what I was giving you…so take it.”
The air around us crackled, Zander’s pupils blowing wide. “Really?”
“Yeah.”
“Tell me if it’s too much.”
It wasn’t.
Zander definitely took his pleasure from me, snapping his hips, pulling my hair, but like everything about him, there was a gentleness to it, a caring nature. He thought about others and wanted to take care of them. He’d told me before that I was a caretaker, and I couldn’t help wondering if he realized how much he was one too.
My eyes watered slightly, but I fucking loved it. He swiped at the tears with his thumb, caressing my face while he used my mouth.
“Oh God…Harrison…so good. Jesus, I want to empty my balls down your throat, but I want to fuck you too.” The urgency in his voice told me he was close, so I pulled off. “I’ve never been so conflicted in my life. Part of me is pissed I can’t fill your mouth, and the other can’t wait to take you.”
I climbed onto the futon, which was likely going to kill my back, it was so uncomfortable. He lay down, and I straddled him, rubbing my shaft against his. “You can come in my mouth another time. That’s the beauty of a no-strings-attached fling, right? We can do this as many times as we want.”
Zander answered by cradling the back of my head and tugging my face toward his. “Come ’ere.”
Our mouths met again in a kiss. I rutted against him, aware of our size difference. He was long and lean, part of it likely because he forgot to eat so often, but that didn’t explain all the hard edges of muscle. We kissed like that, savoring each other’s tongues, before Zander pulled off and said, “I want you on your hands and knees.”
“Who knew you were so bossy, Mr. Wescott?”
He grinned, winked, and said, “Baby, you ain’t seen nothing yet,” which was adorable and silly and…well, hot, all wrapped in one.
I got into position while Zander plucked the lube and a condom from the nightstand. He slicked his fingers, then rubbed down my crease. “You have a great ass.”
“Agreed,” I replied, making him chuckle.
“I thought about fucking you…the other night when I jerked off. You were just like this, and I made you come so hard, I saw stars.”
My dick twitched, my balls aching and full, and I was so ready to feel what Zander could do to me. “A+ on the sex talk, Mr. Wescott, but now it’s time for a demonstration.”
He gave me this wide, happy grin. “I like it when you call me that.” His finger circled my rim, and then he pushed it inside. The initial discomfort I always felt when something was going inside me was there, but it quickly ebbed away as he worked a second digit in, twisting and turning, fucking and stretching. “Jesus, you’re so tight. I can’t wait to feel you wrapped around my dick.”
“Then do it.” I dropped my head forward, pushed back so my ass met his fingers. “Fuck me. You’ve been thinking about it. Now you get to do it.”
“Let’s not get carried away here. I fantasized about it once.”
“Mm-hm. Whatever you say.”
“God, you’re so cocky.”
“When do I get to see how cocky you are?” I looked over my shoulder and met his gaze. He playfully rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t hide the desire reflected back at me. He wanted me just as much as I wanted him.
Zander ripped open the condom and rolled it on. He lubed up, then held my hips, fingers digging into my skin as he pressed the head of his erection against my hole.
“God yes,” I said, stretched around his crown.
“Fuck, this is so hot…seeing your ass straining around me, watching while my dick opens you up. It’s killing me not to just slam inside.”
He gave little thrusts of his hips, each time giving me another inch. My hands fisted his pillows. Not gonna lie, my knees did hurt on his damn futon, but Christ, he felt good, hearing his breathing and feeling his blunt nails as they dug into my skin, his cock stretching me wide. When his groin met my ass, neither of us moved, just breathed together.
“I really hope I don’t embarrass myself,” Zander said. “You have no idea how much I already want to blow my load.”
I chuckled.
“Fuck, stop that.”
“Stop what?”
“When you laugh, your ass tightens around me, and you’re seriously going to make me nut.”
“Ah, the trials of youth,” I teased.
“Hey, I’ve had plenty of sex, and I can last, thank you very much. It’s just been a big day, and something about you gets to me more than most people do. It’s kinda frustrating.”
“Yes, well, I feel the same, and it frustrates me too. Can you fuck me now?”
Zander bent forward, kissed my spine. “My pleasure.”
He pulled out, then snapped his hips forward. Over and over he railed into me, making my fists tighten and my dick jerk. My balls were so damn full, precum leaking from my slit as we moved together, breathed together, his groin smacking against my ass.
Zander spit in his hand, wrapped it around my shaft, and stroked. He was already slick some from the lube, so his palm glided over me easily, twisting over my glans, then down my length again, working a load from me.
My body tingled, my thighs shook, everything too much, and then I shot, hot ropes of cum on his hand and the bed.
“Fuck!” Zander cursed, his dick twitching inside me, his movements jerkier, and I knew he’d succumbed to his orgasm too.
I fell down to the futon, and he went on top of me, chest against my back, his cock resting between my legs. “Best. Celebration. Sex. Ever.” His words were choppy and breathless, and somehow they made my chest feel warm.
“Well, considering I’m the best lay you’ve ever had…”
“Shut up, Harrison. I don’t have the energy to go back and forth with you.”
I didn’t laugh, though I felt it inside.
Zander rolled off me and onto his back. I looked up, and he had his eyes closed, dick soft against his thigh, condom filled with his release. I took it off him and tossed it into the trash.
His hand rested on his belly, his far leg bent toward the wall, his breathing steady. Holy shit, he’d crashed, just that quickly, that easily. Though I guess after the day he’d had—two jobs and then fucking—he was exhausted.
There was a towel hanging over the edge of his laundry basket, so I used that to clean us both up, then pulled the blanket over him. I took his cell from his pants pocket and plugged it into the charger.
“Zander…hey, do I need to set an alarm for you?” I asked softly, not wanting to wake him but also not wanting to risk him being late for work.
“It’s set…four thirty…” he mumbled, then rolled onto his side.
I’d wake up early to call him and make sure. I tugged my clothes on, then my shoes. Kissed his cheek, brushed the back of my hand over his face.
After turning out the light, I closed the door with a soft click behind me. It wasn’t until I was down the hall that I heard the noise in the kitchen. I looked over to see Ross pulling two cups from the cabinet.