Zack growled. “With pleasure.”
The condom seemed to take forever. More fingers shoved lube inside and then Zack lined up his cock at Nat’s hole. The hot, thick, slide inside him became Nat’s entire world, and he thrust up, wanting it all. Desperate for Zack to lay claim to his hole, to fuck him until Nat was exhausted, spent, and completely owned.
Once he was seated deep in Nat’s body, Zack leaned down to capture his mouth in a fierce kiss. Nat nipped at his lips and tongue, his entire body trembling with the intense desire pooling in his belly. Zack needed to move, damn it! To do something about the intense pressure in his ass, the pressure on his gland, and the orgasm tightening his balls.
“Fuck, you feel good,” Zack said. “Like you were made for my cock.”
“Prove it. Fuck me.”
Zack nipped the side of his chin. “Nah, making love to you, sweetheart.”
Nat nearly fell apart at those tender words, but Zack didn’t give him time. He withdrew and slammed his cock back inside, setting a steady, rough pace that had Nat crying out with each slam of hips to ass. The bed creaked, and the headboard slammed a few times, but it was white noise. Not important. Nothing was more important than the man holding him, kissing him, fucking him with the abandon of a man possessed.
It should have scared Nat, but it didn’t. Because hetrustedZack. Trusted him implicitly with his body and his heart. Even if Nat was sore later from the rough fuck, he knew it wouldn’thurt, and that made all the difference.
Zack shoved deep and held there, but Nat could tell he hadn’t come. He reached down and brushed his fingers around Nat’s stretched hole, and Nat cried out. The tender caress made him see stars, and he imagined Zack’s finger sliding inside along with his cock. Opening him wider, going deeper.
The thought pushed Nat over the edge, and he shot all over his own belly and chest without a hand on his dick. His release pulsed from his balls, out his cock, shot up his spine and sent his head spinning. His hips jerked, and his legs squeezed tight around Zack’s waist, riding it out for as long as the tide rose and fell, until he was exhausted and a little dizzy.
He was vaguely aware of Zack pulling out, and he missed that exquisite fullness. Slick sounds were followed by wet heat splattering across Nat’s abdomen. A bit of it flicked his chin and cheek, and he laughed. Kind of wished he was more coherent to enjoy Zack coming all over him.
He’d have another chance. He did know that for sure. This was not a one-off. This was the beginning of something wonderful.
As long as Nat didn’t fuck it up.
Nat wanted to help with clean-up more, but he was boneless and let Zack massage him with a damp washcloth, followed by a dry towel. They curled up naked beneath the covers, Nat draped across Zack’s broad, warm chest. One of Zack’s hands rested on Nat’s butt, possessive and protective.
I could fall in love with this man.
As he drifted to sleep, Nat was pretty sure he already had.
CHAPTERELEVEN
Nat was used to waking up groggy on the morning after, often hungover, and not always certain what had happened the night before. Not this morning, as his slumbering brain allowed him to slowly wake to comfort, safety, and Zack’s gentle snoring. Nat was on his stomach, arms curled beneath his pillow, which he seemed to be sharing with Zack. Zack’s right arm was draped across his back, a solid, protective weight.
Sure, his hole was tender and he had to pee, but he wasn’t afraid. He wasn’t sick or exhausted or nervous to wake his bed partner. He was actually eager to get his mouth around a certain part of Zack’s body that he hadn’t managed to taste last night. Zack had been wholly focused on Nat’s pleasure, not his own, and it was time for Nat to rain a bit of attention down on his…roommate? Partner? What?
The label didn’t matter yet.
He freed his right arm, which jostled Zack awake enough that he stopped snoring. Nat didn’t have a lot of maneuvering room in this position, but he managed to reached around and stroke the arm resting on his back.
“Mmm,” Zack mumbled. Lips brushed the back of Nat’s neck. “Morning.”
“Very good morning.” He pushed Zack’s hand down to rest on his ass. “Thank you for last night.”
Zack gamely groped him. “You are very welcome. How do you feel?”
Nat twisted around so he was facing Zack, his dick thickening at the sight of the sleepy-eyed man in bed with him. “A little sore but in the very best way. That was…intense.”
“It was. I didn’t get carried away?”
“Not a bit.” Nat dragged his fingers through the coarse hair on Zack’s chest, admiring the small whorls of gray mixed with the brown. Down his lower belly to tease his pubes. “But there’s something I didn’t get to do.”
Zack’s eyes glittered. “Oh?”
“Yep.” He shoved Zack onto his back, earning a startled chuff of laughter from Zack. The covers fell back, and Nat straddled Zack’s knees. Took a moment to admire the expanse of Zack’s torso and chest and dusky nipples. The way his fat cock seemed to thicken as Nat studied it, pleased to see he hadn’t imagined Zack’s length or girth. “All for me?”
“As much as you want, sweetheart.”
