Chapter 25 Zach
ZACH
Ihelped Rafe out of the car, then pushed him against it and kissed him as I tucked his cock back into his pants. “Neighbors, you know,” I whispered in his ear.
“Now you care.”
I laughed as I led him to the door. He fumbled with the lock but managed to get us inside. He was far from steady on his feet, so I pointed to the couch. “Sit down.”
“The desk is in my office.”
“We’ll get there. Right now, you’re going to sit down, and I’m getting you some water.”
He shook his head. “I’m fine.”
“Rafael, let me take care of you.”
That got his attention. “Okay.”
I got him a bottle of water from the fridge. He was watching me as I walked back into the living room. “You need to be hydrated. I’m not going to go easy on you.”
“I don’t want you to.” I unscrewed the lid for him and handed him the bottle. “I can do that myself.”
“You don’t need to when I’m here. You need to take care of your hand. Are you supposed to change the bandage tonight?”
“Yes, but—”
“Where did you put the supplies?”
He looked at me like I’d gone crazy. “You’re going to do that now?”
“Yes.”
“But we… aren’t you…”
“I can wait. I want you comfortable before I lay you over the desk and fuck you until you can’t move.”
“Right. The bandages are on the counter in the bathroom.”
He had already taken the old bandage off when I returned. “How does it look?”
“Like shit, but not infected.”
I took his hand and pulled it toward me. The skin was red and puckered, but he was right; I didn’t see any sign of infection. I ran my thumb over his wrist, and he sucked in his breath. I felt his pulse speed up, so I brought his wrist to my lips and placed a gentle kiss there.
“I thought you were going to bandage my hand. Get on with it.”
I shook my head. “You’re the one who already got to come.”
“I’m a slut, remember? I need more.”
“I do remember, and you’re going to get a lot more.” I fixed up his hand, satisfied that it was healing. “You seem eager to show me your office.”
He frowned. “If you don’t want to, this couch works too.”
“Show me now.” I rose to my feet and pulled him with me. When he walked past me, I slapped his beautiful ass. “Move faster.”
“Now who’s eager?”
“I can fuck you right here.”
Rafe laughed and kept walking. I followed him into a small room with dark blue walls. It was too dark to see now, but I guessed the view looked out over Lake Pontchartrain. The desk there was smaller than the one at the casino, but it looked sturdy enough. If it wasn’t, he could buy another one.
He turned and looked at me. “What?”
“Just assessing things,” I said, pressing my hands on the desk and leaning my weight into it. “Making sure this is satisfactory for what I have planned.”
“Zach, I—”
I wasn’t sure what I saw in his eyes, but there was a hell of a lot more there than the lust I expected.
I held his gaze. My heart pounded as I took a step forward.
He moved toward me, and I had to touch him.
I kissed him like I wanted to devour him.
He slid his hands under my shirt and pushed it up.
“Be careful,” I said.
“Stop worrying about my hand.”
“No.” I lifted my arms and tugged the shirt over my head, and then I worked at his clothing.
I needed him naked. I needed to feel as much of his skin against mine as I could.
We hadn’t bothered fully undressing before, but we had time now to be deliberate and intentional, no matter how nervous that made me.
We both quickly shed the rest of our clothes.
He obviously wanted the same thing I did.
When we were naked, I pushed Rafe back against the wall and took both our cocks in one of my hands. He shuddered and groaned as I stroked us. Damn, he was so fucking hot.
“Are you ready to be destroyed?” I asked.
“I’ve been ready since you suggested it.”
“Aww. Your ass missed my cock.”
“Jesus, Zach, quit playing.”
I laughed as I glanced toward the desk. “I guess you don’t want me to dramatically sweep everything off the surface?”
“As fun as that would be, no.”
We quickly cleared the desk, and then I positioned him right where I wanted him. He lay out across the desk, chest flat against the wooden surface. I gripped his ass cheeks and spread them, and Rafe arched his back deeply as he turned and smiled at me. “You know you can’t resist me.”
He was so fucking right. “And you know you’re going to beg.”
“Yeah, probably.”
I remembered the way I’d tasted him, the intensity of his reaction when I’d used my tongue to fuck him. I needed to do it again. I needed him to squirm. I needed him wild and desperate.
“Can you stay still while I do this?” I asked as I knelt behind him.
“Fuck, Zach. I don’t—” I blew warm breath against his tight hole, and he sucked in his breath.
“I think you can. I think you can stay still while I eat your ass. Because if you’re a good boy, I’ll fuck you like this—stripped bare in your office, forced over your desk. You’re not in control here. I am.”
I thought he would argue or fight, but he relaxed into the surface of the desk. “I’ll try.”
I ran my hands up the backs of his thighs. “That’s good. Jesus, I like you like this. All mine to play with.”
“Zach, please.”
“Shh. Just let go.”
I pried his ass cheeks apart again and swiped my tongue over his hole. He pushed back toward me, and I slapped his ass, making him jump. “What the fuck?”
“I told you not to move.”
“That’s not—”
I licked him again. “You can do it. You can hold still for me.”
“You’re fucking killing me.”
“No, I’m teaching you discipline. You want me to fuck you, don’t you? You want me to pin you down, thrust deep inside you, fill you up.” I pushed my tongue into him.
He whimpered, but he didn’t move. I tortured him, tongue-fucking him, licking him, kneading his ass with my hands. He was panting, whining, and cursing me. It was so fucking beautiful. I could feel the tension in his legs; they were vibrating with the effort to stay still.
Finally, I released him and stood. “You’re going to come again, aren’t you?”
“Fuck, yes.”
“I told you. Maybe we’ll see if we can go for three after this.”
“I don’t… I…”
“Who knows what you’re capable of. You’re incredible. I believe you could do anything.”
“Zach, don’t.”
“Yes, I’m going to tell you how amazing you are. I’m going to fuck you until you lose your mind. Because I want you. I want you like this, under me. I want to take you, claim you, and I want you to know you’re making me insane, making me need you so badly.”
“I need this. I need you.”
“Lube? Do you have…”
“I came prepared today.” I grabbed my pants and pulled packets of lube from my jacket pocket.
“You thought you were going to fuck me at the casino?”
“I would fuck you anywhere. The casino, the parking lot, the back of your car. Anywhere at all.”
“Fuck.”
The way he was looking at me—wide-eyed and so fucking needy—I wasn’t sure how long I was going to last. I squeezed the lube packet, letting it drip down his crack, then used my fingers to open him up.
He was already relaxed and ready for me after being tongue-fucked.
I just needed him slick enough that I could ease my way in without hurting him. More than he wanted me to, anyway.
“Please, Zach. It’s enough. I don’t care. I need you to fuck me.”
I put some lube on my cock, stroked it a few times, and then I was there, pressing the head against his hole. He rose up on his elbows and looked around at me, but I used a hand in the center of his back to push him back down.
“Relax. I’m going to ride you hard for right now. You belong to me.”
“God,” Rafe groaned. “Why is that so hot?”
I didn’t have an answer, so I pushed forward, opening him up. He gasped, then held his breath as I sank deeper and deeper into him. “Breathe, baby. You’ve got to keep breathing.”
I realized what I’d said, but I didn’t stop. I didn’t say anything, but he wasn’t complaining; he was trying to push back and take more.