Chapter 19 Dare
NINETEEN
DARE
Iwas angry.
So angry.
Not only had Victor slipped out from under our hands, but he was also determined to eradicate any peace of mind Zach may have found.
My heart broke watching Zach unravel in real time.
It was nothing short of criminal to cause such anguish to someone.
To cause someone to cry. To make them feel responsible for someone else’s reprehensible actions.
It was evil and that was quite the statement considering the kind of evil I’d witnessed and dealt with in my life.
So I held on to him. I didn’t know what else to do but hold on and kiss him back even though I shouldn’t. Even though I couldn’t let myself get attached. I had to go against all my rules because Zach needed comfort and security, warmth and tenderness after what he’d experienced in Victor’s arms.
And also, I knew if I let go, I’d run out of here and scorch the entire island until I found the beast that had made Zach’s life a living hell.
He tasted just as I imagined he would. Sweet like a cake, and he felt even more amazing.
Soft, delicate and precious. It was an honor to be touched, let alone kissed, by him and goosebumps broke out over every inch of my body.
I was so overwhelmed by the sensation and the privilege that I didn’t move.
I let him lead and the more we stayed connected, the more assertive he became.
He pulled me on top of him and kept me firmly in place while deepening our kiss, if that was possible.
I placed my hands on either side of him, hyper aware of how much bigger than him I was because I didn’t want to hurt him. I didn’t want to harm a hair on his body, not if I could help it. Not ever.
He put his hands on my neck and slid them down my chest, but I barely noticed.
Not when there was something big and hard pressed against my crotch.
The more we kissed, the more I could feel it throbbing against me and my own cock responded in kind as we ground against each other.
And it was at that moment that I came to a realization.
He liked me.
Zach liked me too.
All this time I’d known him, I thought a guy like him would never be interested in me. But the fact we were dry humping on my bed was more than enough proof that I’d been wrong. So pitifully wrong.
Yes, it might be because I was the closest available man that could satisfy him. Yes, it might be because he was hurting and needed comfort, but despite all that he was still kissing me. He was still hard for me.
“Wow,” I sighed, and Zach’s eyes went wide.
His hands had traveled south to my waistband without me noticing, and he pulled them up as if caught red-handed.
“Sorry. Is this okay?” He bit his lip.
“Huh?” I blinked, and it was as if I was coming out of a daze.
Zach glanced down and I followed his gaze to find my pants were undone and my cock was poking through the gap, trying to burst free from my underwear.
“I…I’m sorry. I don’t know why I did this. I…I’m so stupid.”
I looked into his eyes and under normal circumstances this would be the moment I came to my senses, pulled away and put an end to this absurdity.
That was exactly what I should have done. Told him this was wrong and it shouldn’t be repeated. Use my resolve and strength of character and push him away, but…
I was only human. And right now this human wanted the person he’d craved for so long.
I cupped his face and rubbed his cheek with my thumb, gazing into his wonderful brown eyes and kissed him again.
He stared at me for a moment, but a moment or two later he relaxed and reciprocated.
My cock jolted when I felt his hand rub against me and I whimpered. It had been so long since anyone had touched me there that I’d forgotten what it was like. Forgotten that mere contact alone made me weak at the knees.
But I held strong. I focused and kept my composure as he broke me free from my underwear and closed his hand around my girth causing both our temperature to skyrocket.
I collapsed on my side but that didn’t deter him.
If anything, it reinvigorated him and he pushed me back against the bed as he made quick work of ridding me off my clothes.
When he sat back up and drove his mouth back to mine, I made sure to return the favor by yanking his shirt off him and seconds later we were both lying naked on our sides.
I closed my fist around his cock, and I swallowed a knot as I registered his length. He was rock hard and hot to the touch as I jerked him, causing him to moan in my mouth.
But he didn’t surrender to my touch. He grabbed my cock and lined it up with his, so he stroked us both off. Then he pulled free from our kiss to look at where we pressed together as if we were a work of art.
It might not be as pretty, but it was definitely something special. This was my first time in years with another man, and I was surprised that I’d even lasted this long.
I set my hands loose on his body—I caressed his shoulder, squeezed his chest, and traced his abs while trying to keep my breath under control.
“Oh fuck, you’re so hot,” he mumbled and I had to fight to keep my laughter in check. “What?”
I shook my head.
“I’m really not,” I said.
Zach pressed his lips together and frowned.
“I beg to differ,” he whispered and tugged at my cock as if daring me to disagree.
When I didn’t, he smirked and slithered down the bed. I felt his breath on my slit, his lips wrapped around my crown, and I held my breath for fear of spontaneous combustion and bit down on my lip to keep myself from moaning.
It was surreal, this moment with Zach in bed. It had been the stuff of dreams for so long, I could hardly believe it was real. To be honest, it wouldn’t surprise me if two seconds before losing all control I woke up to find myself still bed-bound and sweating from a fever-induced wet dream.
Zach moaned with his mouth full, and I felt it reverberating through me like an earthquake that threatened to displace me from my very core. Zach blowing me in my bed like it was his favorite sport was not how I thought I’d be spending the day.
I was entirely hypnotized by his skill and dexterity, the way he looked up every so often, checking in on me, and the way he tried to take more of me with each attempt and how passionate he seemed to be about the task.
I wish this moment could last forever. Or long enough for me to memorize it with perfect recall. But if the way every muscle in my body tensed was any indication, I wasn’t going to make it much longer.
My orgasm built up like an explosion inside me, stealing my breath away.
I only had seconds to warn him before I burst. Zach looked up but didn’t let go of me.
If anything, he took me in deeper and kept his gaze on me as I unloaded in his mouth.
My cock pulsed with each shot. He swallowed each one like a desperate, thirsty man and all I could do was watch him.
Marvel in his beautiful face, his bright eyes, his beautiful soul.
“You couldn’t be any more perfect if you tried,” I whispered, and it was only then he let me slip out of his mouth.
“Yeah?” he asked.
I nodded and he crawled up to me to reunite our lips. As soon as our tongues clashed I could taste myself on him, and that threatened to make me hard again.
I kissed him more deeply. I never liked the taste of my own cum, but somehow it tasted delicious in his mouth and I wanted more.
With him level to me again, I grabbed his cock and gave him a few tugs before I returned the favor and pushed myself down so I could worship his cock.
“You’re glorious,” I mumbled, before filling my mouth with him.
He whimpered and the sound seared through my spine, sending a wave of pleasure through my body, weakening me, but I had a job to do.
I trapped his glans with my lips as tight as possible and stroked the rest of him with a firm grip. His breath built up to an erratic pant that drove me wild until he put his hand on my head and pulled at my hair softly.
“Please,” he whispered and I let go of him, giving him the chance to catch his breath.
Not that I was done with him. Far from it. I pressed my tongue from root to crown, and squeezed as much precum out of him I could before repeating the action over and over again. When he’d found his composure, I took him back in my mouth.
I knew I was torturing him. I knew he wouldn’t last long, but that was exactly why I was doing it. I wanted to make him come undone and I wanted to witness it. To know I’d caused it. To revel in the fact that I’d done that.
With every swipe, every lick, every flick of my tongue, I brought him closer to release and his grip on my hair tightened just before I felt him shudder under me and his hot load filled my mouth.
Looking up, I braced myself and swallowed every last drop of him as if it was my sole sustenance.
Zach looked disheveled and he stared at me, trying to catch his breath but failing.
“You taste so sweet,” I moaned when I managed to let go of him and climbed up to find his lips again. “Of course you taste so sweet. You’re made of sugar.”
“What?” He laughed.
“Nothing.” I shook my head and reunited our mouths, and as we kissed, he wrapped his legs and arms around me.
But as we stayed locked in place, savoring our combined taste, post-orgasm clarity hit me, and I realized what I’d done. The kind of doors I’d opened up. Doors I’d locked so long ago. And for what? A hit of pleasure. A moment’s euphoria that couldn’t last.
This was such a mistake. It had felt so good, but that was what it was. A mistake.
A mistake I couldn’t repeat.
I’d spent so long picking up the pieces of my broken heart and gluing them back together. I couldn’t risk it shattering again.
Not again.
Not ever again.