Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 404(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 404(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
“You like me, don’t you?” Pike whispered against his lips.
“More than,” Zack whispered back. “You. This. Us. It’s everything.”
Pike didn’t trust himself to speak, so he kissed him again, harder this time, biting and sucking at Zack’s lips. Bringing sex into this conversation was a terrible idea, and yet Pike was done talking in circles. Zack wasn’t going to relent. Pike wasn’t ready to push him away. This thing was as doomed as a wet firework, and yet Pike’s body seemed bound and determined to hunt for the spark.
“Ungh.” Zack pulled away long enough to shove the covers aside. Their bare chests met, and they both moaned. Like him, Zack was only in his boxer briefs. Pike yanked Zack roughly until he was settled between Pike’s legs. Shoving his hands down the back of Zack’s boxers, he pulled Zack even closer.
“Too many clothes.” Zack shimmied out of his boxers and tugged Pike’s off with fast, efficient movements. Not raising back up, Zack licked Pike’s cock, nuzzling into his stomach. Fuck. Pike knew exactly what he wanted, and it wasn’t sweet oral. He reached over to his nightstand, grabbed lube and a condom. If this was it, if this was the last time for them, if Zack was about to be called away to God knew where... So many ifs. But this, this could be certain, could give Pike something to feel.
“Want you to fuck me.” Pike pressed the supplies into Zack’s hands. “Now.”
Zack’s sharp inhale was all the answer Pike needed. He flipped over to his stomach. Even in the dark, he wasn’t sure he could deal with Zack face-to-face. The sex was a great distraction, but his emotions were still perilously close to the surface.
To his surprise, it wasn’t Zack’s fingers he felt next but rather the wet swipe of a tongue licking down his spine, over his crack, heading straight for his rim.
“Oh hey, you don’t have to—” Pike wriggled against the sheet.
“Been dreaming about this for days.” Zack returned his attention to Pike’s ass, licking and sucking like a pro, teasing him until Pike was writhing and moaning.
“You’re...quick...study,” Pike gasped. His leg muscles kept tensing involuntarily, body battered by new sensations. He’d been halfheartedly rimmed by a couple of partners, and it had felt nice, but it was nothing like this all-out assault from Zack.
“Fuck. Zack. In me. Now.”
Zack made a noise that sounded like “no,” rubbing Pike’s rim with a slick fingertip instead. Biting at Pike’s ass cheeks, he worked two slippery fingers in. Between Zack’s talented fingers and the drag of the sheet against his dick, the insistent pressure of climax built.
“Now. Now. Please. Fuck me. Don’t wanna come this way. Want you in me,” Pike babbled even as he pushed his ass back to meet Zack’s questing fingers.
Finally, finally, Zack withdrew his fingers and a condom wrapper rustled before Zack rose up over him. But instead of getting Pike on his knees like he’d been expecting, Zack gathered him close, moving him so they were both on their sides.
“Hey, this isn’t... I want—”
“I want this. Want you close,” Zack whispered, lips against Pike’s neck. And fuck, Pike was powerless to deny this man anything. He hooked a leg over Zack’s hip, making it easier for him to press in. It burned—Zack wasn’t tiny, and he hadn’t quite mastered slow, but Pike welcomed the sensation, pushed back into it, willed his body to relax.
Feel me. Feel me. Feel me.
“I do. So hot. All mine.” Zack nipped at Pike’s neck. Fuck. Pike hadn’t meant to say that aloud, but somehow all his emotions were bubbling up and he couldn’t stop it. He pulled Pike’s upper body until they were kissing, the one thing Pike had wanted to avoid, because hell, he ached for it. Wasn’t ever going to be a time when he didn’t need Zack’s mouth, when he didn’t remember exactly how Zack tasted, how he gasped against Pike’s lips as if the sheer wonder of it all was almost too much for him.
Zack shifted again, somehow unerringly hitting Pike’s gland with a swift, deep stroke. Pike reached for his own dick, but Zack batted his hand away. “No. Mine.”
When did you get so perfect at this? Maybe this wasn’t a matter of Zack being some sort of sexual savant. Maybe this was just them and what they could create together. And fuck, that was both the best thing ever and the most depressing thought he’d ever had, because he was going to go the rest of his life and never feel perfection like this again.
Zack’s hand was warm and tight on Pike’s cock, grip mimicking the strokes of his cock deep inside.
“Always gonna need you.” Zack’s lips were against Pike’s ear. “Always.”
But you’re not going to fight for me. Not going to keep me. He’d had no idea that a heart could break even as a body exploded with pleasure, but that’s exactly what was happening—the closer he slipped to the edge, the more desperate he felt, chest aching, whole body straining.