Chapter 04 ZACH
Eli tasted like forbidden fruit; soft, sweet, and so delectable. I’d told him he could say no, but I was really glad that he didn’t. I dove in for a second taste, spearing my tongue between his lips. I kept it mild, since we had company. As bold as I could be in the bedroom, I wasn’t going to rope Sadie into anything she hadn’t signed up for seeing.
But when he took off his shirt and let me pour that bottle of water over him, every sense of morality I had nearly flew out the damn window. I twisted my hands into his belt, pulling his hips to mine. His cock was hard, grinding against my thigh.
I wondered how far he wanted to take this…
His hands latched onto thick fistfuls of my hair and tugged, the sting shooting straight to my crotch. Our skin, slick from the water, created a smooth glide between us. He pulled back to look at me, cheeks flushed, his hazel eyes sparkling in the late-afternoon sun.
“Excellent!“
Sadie called—from above us. She’d climbed into the tree to get a shot. “Let’s try some different backgrounds, then I’ll let you guys get out of here.”
Sadie led the way around the graveyard, positioning us near various headstones and trying out different positions. She buzzed around like a hummingbird, snapping from different angles. Little by little, I learned Eli’s preferred positions. His favorite was being backed against a headstone taller than he was, with me pressed against his front as I braced myself on the monument behind him. He thrived beneath my attention. He liked being caged in, safe.
Eli grew more confident, skating his fingers across my skin and leaving sparks in his wake. When he found my sensitive spots, like my ribcage and a certain nerve on my hip, desire grew in those gorgeous eyes of his. With each kiss, he melted more into my touch. Every time our tongues tangled, his cock grew harder against my waist.
The second I got this man alone, I was going to unravel him until he could think about nothing but me. Nate and whoever else had wronged him in the past would cease to exist. His pain would vanish, and I would show him only all-consuming pleasure.
Julie had been right: Sadie was wonderful, but the time to say goodbye couldn’t come fast enough. With a promise that we would receive some digital files from the shoot as a thank-you, she drove off—but not before giving us a knowing look.
Eli and I stood in silence, watching the little black car vanish into the distance. I glanced around. The sun had begun to set, casting a warm glow over the woods. The light glittering off the deep blue of my bike had nothing on the sparkle of Eli’s eyes. He’d shoved his hands in his pockets, but his arms still twitched as if he wanted to reach out and touch me.
One could hope.
Finally, he cleared his throat. “What do we do now?”
He gazed up at me with hopeful eyes. He could have left after Sadie finished and we’d never have to speak again—but here he was.
He wanted me to decide.
The thought alone swelled my chest with pride. Someway, somehow, I’d earned a fraction of his trust, and if our meeting earlier today was any indication, he didn’t trust lightly. Not anymore. And yes, it was all happening quickly, but I was going to trust the words coming out of his mouth—and the way his body reacted to me.
“I have an idea,” I said.
I lunged for him, and his eyes widened. Claiming his waist, I spun us around and pressed him against the seat of my bike. Our mouths crashed together, teeth and tongues battling for dominance, though we both ultimately knew who’d come out on top.
And when my hand snaked into Eli’s curls and tugged, he whimpered into my mouth, signaling his defeat. Jerking his head back in victory, I deepened the kiss. I wedged one of my legs between his thighs, and he happily took advantage of the friction. His hips ground against me, cock straining the fabric of his jeans. He panted, his sweet little sounds vibrating my lips.
His hands teased the sides of my stomach. I shivered at his gentle fingers against my bare skin. He still rutted against my leg like a dog in heat, and if I didn’t know any better, I’d say he was desperate for something—anything—to chase away the roiling emotions inside of him.
Eli didn’t stop me when I sank my hand into his still-open pants. In fact, he leaned back to give me more room to work. His chest heaved with each hard-earned breath. He braced himself on the seat of the bike, tossing his head back and stifling a low sound of pleasure. I parted the denim with my hand, palming his hard cock. It pulsed beneath my touch, and he dropped one of his hands to blanket mine.
I paused, waiting for permission to continue. He peered up at me through dark lashes, eyes sparkling in the fading light. I gave his erection a firm squeeze.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,“
he moaned, but his eyelids fluttered shut.
“Do you want me to stop?”
His eyes flew open before a single word tumbled out of his mouth. “No.“
I dropped to my knees but paused as he threaded his hand through my hair and tugged until I looked up at him.
He smirked and pressed harder on the back of my hand.
“Tell me what you need, sweet boy,“
I said, massaging his cock. Another whine, and his hand fell away. “I’m here to please you.”
Eli tugged at my hair harder until I got the hint and rose to my full height. He wiggled his pants down, and I moved my hand to allow him to do the same with his underwear. He silently took my hand and guided it south. I took advantage of the moment to graze over his balls, slowly rolling them in my palm in a wordless question—was that what he wanted?
He shuddered, but shook his head and kept nudging my hand. I teased an experimental finger over his taint, adding the slightest amount of pressure against his prostate.
“Ah… almost,“
he heaved.
Oh, I understand, sweet boy.
I briefly removed my hand, silencing his protests by shoving two fingers in his mouth. He gagged but recovered, sucking hard and swirling his tongue around the digits until spit dribbled down the corners of his mouth. I pushed down on the flat of his tongue, and he swallowed around me. “Good boy. Get them nice and wet.”
Eli’s resulting mewl vibrated my skin. Once I deemed my fingers appropriately coated, I plucked them from his mouth with a pop. I shoved my hand back into his pants before the night air could undo his hard work. I slid through his cheeks, finding his eager little pucker. He let out a contented sigh, dropping his head back again. He gripped my wrist with one hand, bracing himself on the seat with the other.
I circled the muscle with the pad of my finger, and it fluttered under the attention. His hips rolled over my hand, his eyes shut in bliss. “Breathe in, baby.“
He inhaled deeply through his nose. “And out.”
On the exhale, I invaded him. Eli sank onto one finger easily, begging for more straight away. My own cock strained against my zipper, but I ignored it. There’d be time for me later, even if it was in the shower… to the fantasy of him coming on my fingers.
I granted him a second finger, then a third when he pleaded for more. That seemed to satiate him, and he spread his legs as wide as his pants would allow, bouncing on my fingers and urging them toward his prostate. He gritted his teeth when I pressed it. “Again,“
he growled.
Who was I to deny the man?
My fingers tapped that sweet spot inside of him until he was nothing more than a babbling mess. A satisfied smile quirked my lips. I hardly had to move. Eli fucked himself on my hand until his hole quivered around me.
“I’m close,“
he panted, but he didn’t have to tell me.
Since he seemed to not want my hand on his cock, I stimulated him in a different way. Flattening my hand over his lower belly, I added pressure until he thrashed against me. The move assaulted his prostate from all sides—and it drove him wild. Filthy words fell from his lips, sweat-drenched curls hanging in his face. I leaned in, licking a stripe over his neck. He shook in my arms, hanging on the edge.
I knew what he was waiting for, but I was content to drag this out as long as I could. I rocked against him, pressing my own cock into his hip.
He whimpered, turning his head to bring our mouths together. “Please,“
he begged, brushing an open-mouthed kiss across my lips. “Please, let me come.”
I smiled, feeling him shudder in my arms. “Go ahead, sweet boy,“
I whispered, tucking into his neck and offering him my shoulder to bite on. “Fall apart for me.”
He was coming before the words left my lips. Hot, sticky bursts pulsed onto my stomach, dripping into Eli’s underwear. I milked his prostate, drawing out his orgasm. With his cock trapped between us, he cried out at the oversensitivity, but I didn’t stop. His teeth sank deeper into my shoulder and I swear another wave built, his asshole fluttering around my fingers with a second release.
I stilled, letting him bring himself down from the high. I peppered kisses across his neck and softly praising him for a job well done. When I reared back to look at him, he gazed up at me with flushed cheeks. He still held onto my wrist, almost as if he didn’t want to let go. “Are you ready?” I asked.
Swallowing, he nodded and loosened his grip so I could remove my fingers. He winced at the loss. “I—”
Whatever he was about to say was cut off by a siren and flashing blue lights. “Oh, shit,“
he muttered, rushing to do up his pants and wincing at the mess on both of us.
“It’s okay,“
I whispered, stilling his fumbling hands. “Would you let me handle it?”
“I thought you said you could handle it!“
Eli hissed, wriggling against the rigid plastic seat. It was hard to sit still with our hands cuffed behind our backs.
“Relax. They’re not going to arrest us.”
“No?“
His voice was louder now. “Then why are we in handcuffs?”
“Because that cop has a superiority complex. He’s a rookie—I can smell it on him.”
Eli pinned me with a deadpan stare. “Do you have extensive experience with law enforcement?”
“I plead the fifth.”
He scoffed, muttering something along the lines of, “That was well-practiced.”
Despite Eli’s obvious frustration, he looked good. Damn good. His hair was tousled, sweat still dampening his hairline. Still shirtless, come had dried on the front of his stomach and the waistband of his jeans, and had earned him a scathing look from the officer who caught us. Apparently, there’d been reports of someone screaming.
I’d happily make him do it again.
The guy was currently running our IDs, and we’d been ordered to sit down and shut up. Eli was right: This wasn’t my first time in the back of a cop car, but that meant I’d learned when I was truly in trouble. Being shirtless didn’t lead to public indecency. Yes, Eli’s release was plastered across his front, but that stain could have been anything.
At least, that’s what I’d told the cocky-as-shit rookie. I knew his type: fresh out of the academy, drunk on the power, not realizing that nothing he said was going to stick.
But I understood why Eli was nervous. It was clear that we came from different backgrounds. His eyes were shut, head dropped back against the seat. He’d stopped shifting, but his leg still bounced, rattling the cuffs against the plastic.
“Eli, relax.”
“Easier said than done.”
“Baby, look at me.”
Eli’s pretty hazel eyes shot open, head snapping in my direction. He opened his mouth, but seemed to think better of what he was about to say. Perfect. I had him exactly where I wanted him, and despite surface-level logic telling him to argue with me, deep down, he trusted me.
“I know you’re scared,“
I said softly. “But I’m telling you, he’s just trying to intimidate us. If he truly had something to take us in on, we wouldn’t have been sitting here for the last half hour. Can you take some deep breaths for me?”
As I suspected, Eli listened. He closed his eyes again, breathing in through his nose and out through his mouth a few times. Slowly, his leg stilled, and when he reopened his eyes there was less fear there. “Why do I trust you?”
“I can’t answer that. But you do, and I can help you.“
My fingers itched to brush that aggravating curl out of his eyes. “I promise, we’ll be out of here soon and I can get you home.“
The squirming started up again. “Are the cuffs too tight?”
He shook his head. “No. I mean, I don’t think so.“
He huffed out a nervous laugh. “I have to pee.”
Smiling, I shuffled closer. “We’ll be out of here soon.“
I leaned in, nipping at his earlobe. “Should I distract you?”
Eli shivered, tilting his head to expose his neck to me. I accepted the invitation, dotting a trail of soft kisses up his sensitive skin.
“We almost got caught once already,“
he complained.
“But we didn’t. I’m too good for that to happen.”
“Oh, are you?“
He chuckled.
“Mmhmm. I could prove it to you.”
“With your hands bound behind your back?”
“Wouldn’t be the first time.“
I let my breath wash across his skin.
“Christ,“
he strained. He peeked over his shoulder to where Officer Fuckface paced, talking on his phone. “This isn’t a good idea. You aren’t a good idea.”
I glanced down at his lap and smirked. He was hard again. “Why don’t you shove the angel on your shoulder to the side?“
Another kiss behind his ear, and he moaned. “Let the devil take control for a while.”
“Zach…”
“That’s it, sweet boy. Keep saying my name like that.”
“Oh, fuck.“
He cracked his eyes, gazing down at my crotch. “You’re still hard.”
I slid down in the seat, widening my legs to make room. “My pants are still undone too.”
Eli worried his bottom lip, eyes bouncing from my face to my lap. Indecision flickered in his eyes.
The door swung open and Eli yelped.
“What are you two up to?“
the cop demanded.
“Just passing the time, officer. How much longer is this going to take, anyway?”
“It takes as long as it takes,“
the rookie snapped. “I’m waiting on my superior.“
He moved to close the door.
“Hey!”
He paused, cocking his hip. He gave me a look like he wished he could use any of the various weapons strapped to his waist to shut me up.
I plastered on my smarmiest grin. “If we’re going to be sitting here a while, you got a condom?”
Eli barked a laugh, and the pissed-off rookie slammed the door in my face.