Chapter 23 Zach
TWENTY-THREE
ZACH
Atorrent of emotions burst inside me the moment our mouths reunited, and I had to take a deep breath in order to compose myself. Not that my composure lasted long—how could it when I was being kissed by Dare.
He pushed his tongue into my mouth, initiating a messy, intricate dance with mine while my hands wrapped around his strong shoulders and pressed him close to me.
The deeper he kissed me, the tighter I held on.
I spread my legs so I could cradle him closer.
My cock got hard. Harder still when I pulled back and watched him stare at me with need and desire in his eyes, while on his knees in front of me.
His lips quirked to the side in a cheeky smirk, and I dragged him back to me with a growl.
He covered my face with both hands and held on to me for dear life as our lips turned red and sore from all the friction, yet neither of us stopped, neither of us pulled away. We sat there, tangled together, savoring each other.
I could have stayed there forever and I wouldn't get tired. I'd been craving this for so long. Too long. And not only had it happened once already, it was happening again. If it were up to me, it would happen infinite more times.
Moments passed. Minutes. Hours. I didn't know and I didn't care. No amount of time would be long enough for me to get my fill of Dare. My hunger wasn't something that could ever be sated.
Which was why when Dare stopped kissing me so he could look into my eyes, my lips followed him, trying to remain welded to his.
His lips quirked into a smirk that reinvigorated the fire inside and he licked his bottom lip when he whispered, "I want you. I want you so bad."
I hummed and drove him back to me. I sent my hands down his body and grabbed onto the hem of his sweater, pulling it off him. My cock throbbed at the sight of his big, hairy chest. A chest I wanted to nuzzle against. To lie on.
But that could wait until after. Until we got our fix of each other.
Dare's hand glided from my cheek to my neck, and down my chest. When he got inches away from the clear outline of my cock against my jeans, he stopped and grabbed my sweater, yanking it off me like I'd done with him.
"You're such a tea—" I started but then he did the thing I thought he wasn’t going to.
He cupped my cock and I just about lost my voice, melting under him.
I inhaled sharply and pulled him back to me, kissing him as he continued to knead me. I gasped in his mouth with each shove, each stroke. Somewhere along the way I lost my jeans and my underpants, giving Dare perfect access when he sat on the floor and took me in his mouth.
I watched this mountain of a man—this perfect specimen of masculinity—worship my cock like it was his religion.
From the way he touched me, to the way he sucked me, to the devotion to the task as if I was something sacred.
How I didn't unravel right there and then I had no idea, but I was close. So close.
He was completely enamored in the process, and I was hanging on by a thread as he squeezed me a little tighter with each stroke. When he swirled his tongue over my crown, trapping my precum and tasting a part of me only few others had, my vision went blurry.
My breath caught in my throat, and I had to hold on to him, onto his hair to keep myself upright. As soon as I did, he let out a soft moan, and the effect reverberated through me like an earthquake.
"You keep that up, I'm gonna come in two seconds," I whispered and Dare paused and looked up at me.
"You can't come yet. I need you. I need you inside me," he said, sounding almost needy. Desperate.
"You...what?" I asked and I had to blink several times as if that would make me hear his pleading better.
"Is that a problem?" he asked.
"You want me to top you?" I asked and he nodded. "I...I thought you'd want to top me."
"Maybe later, but I much prefer bottoming," he said and I swallowed another knot in my throat. "Is...is that okay?"
Dear Lord, how the hell had I gotten so lucky? Not only was I being intimate with the man I'd been crushing on for forever, but he was also a bottom. A very needy bottom if the worry in his big eyes was anything to go by.
"Yeah. Yeah it is. I love topping. And topping you? That sounds like a dream " I said and before I'd even finished my sentence, Dare opened his mouth, taking my dick again.
He tugged at me a couple of times then he slowly rose to his feet, shedding his pants and underwear.
His dick was a thing of beauty. He was thick and large, and I couldn’t take my eyes off him.
Not even when he tried to walk away from me, which was probably why I grabbed him by the waist and guided him back to me so I could have my taste.
I hadn’t been able to get his flavor out of my mouth since the last time.
I grabbed his cock and sucked it back into my mouth where it belonged and tightened my mouth until I could feel every bump of his veins.
He was large but not so large I couldn't take him to the root, and, with each pump, I came a little closer to my goal.
I didn't stop until I was filled to the brim.
Once I was stuffed with Dare I slid my hands around his back and squeezed his ass cheeks.
He let out a groan that I felt all the way to my core.
We were connected now. Well and truly connected. And it went beyond the physical. I knew why he'd reacted so badly before. I knew his darkest fears, and I knew what he wanted.
Me. All of me. More of me than anyone had ever needed or wanted. And I wanted him too.
Maybe a happy ending was possible for a broken man like me. Maybe all I'd needed was another broken man so we could put each other together again.
No.
Not just any broken man. It was Dare. I needed Dare.
"Fuck, Zach, now you're gonna make me come," he groaned and I grounded myself back into the moment. I started to pull free of him, but he pressed his hand to the back of my head and smiled.
"I didn't say that was a bad thing."
I looked up at him but didn't say or do anything. It was kinda hard to do anything with my mouth so full. But I did keep on sucking him. I kept on choking myself with his thick meat and I did keep glancing up at him so I could witness the effect I had on him.
He kept his gaze trained on me too. When he moved his hand on the back of my neck, it made me even more motivated, even more eager to get the job done knowing he was watching me and guiding me.
I didn't know if he was close, but based on his groans I thought he may be.
When they turned to breathless panting and he held my head with both hands, I shifted in my position, so I had a better view of his face and kept working him ragged.
I took joy in watching him come undone, in seeing this tough, composed manly man fold in half because of something I did.
"Oh fuck, Zach. I'm coming," he said, and I watched his face strain and felt his cock pulsing and his intoxicating load fill up my mouth.
My dick throbbed in response, and I knew if I didn't make this man mine now, in a few minutes it'd be too late.
I pulled him free off me and stood up so I could guide him onto the edge of the bed.
I made him sit and pushed him down on his back, then spread his legs wide open and pressed my face up to his taint.
I took a deep breath full of his musk and flicked my tongue to his perfect pink hole, watching as it quivered for me on impact.
I could feel his intense gaze on me, and as I opened my mouth I looked back at him. His cum spilled out of my lips all over his taint and hole. It was a thing of beauty. A work of art to admire. Dare stained and slicked with his own load.
I couldn’t help but groan and turned my focus back to the task at hand.
Not letting any of the perfectly good seed go to waste, I used both my tongue and fingers to push his tasty seed inside him like it was my life’s mission.
When I stood up, ready to claim him, I almost felt light-headed from the level of concentration that had taken.
I steadied myself on Dare's chest and pressed my dick against his tight, wet muscle and watched as his mouth opened wide. I slid inside him but before he could make a sound, I locked his lips with mine, trapping his desire in my mouth like a siren that fed on sex and need.
"Oh my God, Zach," he whimpered and I stared at him in disbelief for a moment.
He was so different lying here, at my mercy. So desperate. He was a big, strong man—a Navy SEAL no less. A man everyone expected to be dominant and authoritative in every aspect of his life, but he was a soft, needy mess of emotions. Because of me. It was quite something to behold.
Or maybe toxic masculinity had really poisoned my own mind because why should that surprise me? Why would Dare's dichotomy be such a shock? A stimulating shock, but still.
Wasn't I a dichotomy myself? A small, twink who liked being a top but hadn't been able to fully explore that side of himself under an abusive ex.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Dare hissed and I looked down at him.
I cupped his face and gave him a soft kiss.
"You okay?"
He took in a deep breath and nodded.
"You're just...bigger than I'm used to," he said and I tried not to read too much into his statement.
The last thing I needed was to compare myself to Wyatt, even if the comparison seemed favorable to me.
"Sorry," I said.
"Don't apologize," he answered and grabbed either side of my face. "I like a big dick. I just need a little more lube and extra affection."
I chuckled, and leaned into his touch.
"The second I can definitely do," I said and stroked his cheekbone for added measure.
"You can do the first one too. Fucking me with my own cum is hot and all but there's more lube in the first drawer," he pointed to his bedside table.
I winked at him and pulled out of him long enough to grab the lube from his drawer. Only I discovered more than a bottle of slick in there. There was a whole collection of dildos all lined up neatly, by size. All in the same blueberry purple color.
"Uhm..." I said and Dare looked at me.
"What?"
I shook my head and returned to my place between his legs with a smirk.
"Nothing. I just didn't realize you're such a power bottom," I said and Dare narrowed his eyes.
"You can fuck me with them, if you want," he said.
"I can?" I raised an eyebrow.
He bit his lip and nodded.
I smiled and squirted some lube on my fingers.
"If you insist," I said and reached into the drawer and grabbed the second smallest dildo.
"I can take bigger you know," he said.
I laughed, as I quickly prepped him with my fingers. I was eager to play, but I didn’t want to hurt him.
"Oh, I know you can," I told him and pushed my dick inside him, taking his breath away.
Before he could see what I was doing, I pressed the dildo on top of my dick and guided it into his hole too. The way Dare gasped gave me life.
"Fuck. Fuck. That’s intense...this is new."
"Do you want me to stop?" I asked.
"Fuck, no. Keep going, baby," he hummed and I slid into him further, turning the vibration on the dildo, before trapping his mouth so I could swallow each and every one of his groans.
If anyone had told me a few weeks ago that I'd not only be having sex with Dare today, but I'd be fucking him like he'd never been fucked I wouldn't have believed them.
"This can't be real," I mumbled and Dare grabbed my head and stared into my eyes.
"What isn't?" he asked.
"This. Us. Doing...this," I gasped.
Dare blinked slowly several times and for a few moments, the buzzing of the dildo was the only sound in the room. But then he licked his lips, and took a deep breath.
"Me neither, baby. Me neither. Are you sure you want me?"
I grabbed his chin with my fingers and dipped down to kiss his lips as a response.
"I still didn't hear a yes," he said and I almost laughed but I didn't.
After everything Wyatt had put him through, he didn't need me laughing in his face. Even if I wasn't laughing at him.
"Want you? Dare, honey, I need you. And I hate myself that I didn't realize that you needed me too all this time."
"I do. I need you too. I need you like I've never needed anyone in my life."
I brought my lips down to his again and at the same time I bucked my hips deeper into him.
Dare groaned with each thrust. Each thrust pushed the dildo deeper inside him, but just before his hole swallowed it up, I held on to the base at an angle.
That made him open his mouth wide open and take deep repeated breaths.
"Prostate?" I asked.
"Uh huh," he said and I smiled.
"Perfect because I don't know how much longer I'll last."
"Me...me neither," he gasped and his eyes rolled back.
My dick throbbed inside him at the sight of him coming undone and I pulled out only so I could thrust into him again and again.
I didn't stop. I couldn't stop. This was it. I was locked in and I felt my stomach clench, my skin prickle and my cock pulsate.
My load shot out of me fast and hard leaving me breathless and weak but also fuzzy and warm.
I pulled the dildo out completely, dropped it on the bed and collapsed on top of Dare before I lost my footing.
He wasted no time wrapping his legs around my hips and I watched his face brighten up as he let out a loud moan.
I felt his orgasm as if it were my own. Felt it all the way to my bones, felt it to my core. It washed over me like a blanket, like a cozy, comfortable blanket that made me feel all warm and safe and wanted for the first time in forever.
It was a thing of beauty. Experiencing him, this, us, was like nothing I'd ever experienced before. But why was that such a surprise? What part of Dare wasn't beautiful? It made sense this—sharing a bed, bonding as one—would be beautiful too.
No.
Not just beautiful. Transformative.
Who knew sex could be so raw and filthy but so sweet and innocent at the same time?
"Are you okay?" Dare asked, caressing my head.
"More than okay. I'm...perfect. I feel perfect. And we're so doing that again."
Dare smiled, sliding his hand down to my face.
"We've got a lifetime to do it over and over again."
I sucked in a deep breath and stared at him.
"D-do you mean that?"
Dare narrowed his eyes and leaned closer to my face, so that when he spoke I felt his words warm on my skin.
"I've never meant anything more in my life."
I smiled. I kissed him. I held him.
A lifetime.
I could imagine a lifetime like this. It was easy. Effortless. And for the first time in what felt like forever, I wasn't scared.
There was nothing scary about being loved by a man like Dare.