26. More Blessed to Give #2
I stood, grabbing his face in my hands and pulling his mouth to mine and thrusting my tongue in, fucking it against his own until Zach was moaning and trying to wrestle closer against me, precum sticking against my stomach.
I pulled away from his mouth, drifting my kisses over to his ear, licking the shell. “Go to the bed, lean forward on your elbows.”
Zach shuddered, blinking slowly at me, wet lips red from my kiss, cock jumping.
He turned and I sighed as I finally caught sight of his ass.
I almost wanted to wait for Deyva in that moment.
She’d enjoy this. But if Zach was feeling a little unsure of our dynamic, I wanted to be able to reassure him that he had me, regardless of anything else.
I had no doubts about Deyva’s feelings for us, but equally I had no doubts about my feelings for Zach. I was his. He was mine.
Including his ass , I thought, grinning.
Zach shivered as I sank down on my knees behind him.
His legs trembled as I stroked my hands up and down the back of his thighs.
His head was hanging down toward the mattress, breaths heaving, and I watched him as I reached up, taking two great handfuls of his ass, squeezing roughly and then pulling his cheeks apart.
“Oh God, I’m gonna come like this,” Zach squeezed out, voice choked.
I glanced at his ass, caught his hole winking at me in anticipation, and chuckled before repeating the touches all over again.
Up and down his legs, tickling the back of his knees and feeling them nearly buckle, up to his ass cheeks to squeeze and pull them apart.
I reached down to cup and roll his balls in my hand, tugging a little and then squeezing.
Zach fucked the air in tiny jerks and I watched a small dribble of precum running down the underside of his cock, debating on whether I wanted to catch it on my thumb and lick it.
Instead I gave in, pulling Zach’s ass cheeks apart and leaning forward to catch a dark whiff of him before licking a stripe from his balls to his puckered hole, teasing the muscle with my tongue.
Zach’s legs shook, knees bending, but I had a good enough grip on his ass to hold him in place, swirling my tongue over the same spot as Zach buried his moans and whines into the sheets.
I prodded his entrance with the tip of my tongue and one of Zach’s heels rose up from the floor, trembling in the air like a puppy’s. He moaned as I chuckled against him and I leaned back, petting his tense muscles until he relaxed again.
“Where’s the profit of your criminal exploits?” I asked.
“Whaa?” Zach moaned, frowning and twisting his head to blink at me.
I grinned, and squeezed one cheek, leaning in to press a noisy kiss to his skin. “The coconut oil.”
“Oh!” He blushed and nodded his head to the bedside table where a little jar waited. He’d even twisted the lid off already.
“Go on and climb on the bed, your legs are gonna give out on you,” I said.
Zach was fast, up on the bed, ass high in the air, and hands digging into the edge of the mattress at the foot of the bed.
I setted in behind him, taking a small round of coconut oil and letting it melt in my hands.
Zach watched, leaning back to rub his ass against my cock until it was twitching against him.
“You really sure?” I asked him, running slippery fingers down his crack to his hole, prodding one finger there gently.
Zach moaned, head tilting back and eyes falling shut in the perfect picture of lust, and then pressed himself onto my digit. He squeezed tight around my finger and I stared down, watching him swallow it up in his ass, before starting to pump, to grease him up for everything to come.
“Definitely fucking sure, Stav,” Zach rasped.
I traded one finger for the other and reached around Zach’s hip to take a full grasp of his warm cock, as hard as steel and still dripping expectantly.
Zach whined, hands rising up to the bed frame, and he seemed to tremble between both of my hands, not sure which touch he wanted to chase more.
I stroked him inside and out, grabbing more coconut oil and repeating the teasing touch in his hole over and over until the glide was smooth and easy.
“Stav, I don’t wanna come like this,” Zach gasped. But despite his claim he was bucking eagerly into the hand around his cock.
“I hate to break it to you, but you are definitely gonna come like this,” I said, chuckling and then slowly pressing a second finger into his ass to join the first.
Zach tensed, and in the mirror over my dresser I caught the sight of his eyes widening, lips forming a perfect ‘O’, brow furrowing. “Relax,” I said gently. “Breathe out.”
Zach released a long, high breath and relaxed around my fingers, my other hand swiveling over the wet and weeping head of his cock. I scissored my fingers and Zach tensed briefly before sighing again, eyes falling shut.
“S’good,” he said softly, starting to ride and rock again.
“Yeah? You like it?” I asked.
“Mmmm.” Zach nodded loosely, head starting to fall forward. I pressed a third finger in and he hissed, tensing again. “Ffffuck!”
I held my fingers inside him still and focused instead on his cock, stroking it quickly, twisting my hand over his head, watching his back flex and tremble in answer until he was more focused on that pleasure than the burn of the stretch.
“Oh, Stav! Oh fuck, please, please.”
Corkscrewing my fingers in him and pumping him quickly, Zach seemed to vibrate all over, one long, extended moan rising into a whine. As soon as his cock began to jump in my hand, I pulled my fingers free, ignoring his cry of protest in order to slick my own hard cock with oil.
Zach came, fucking my fist, ass stretched and begging.
I guided myself there, pulling Zach back until I was pressing into him as he gushed in thick white stripes over my bed sheet.
It was worth the sacrifice of the linens just to feel his ass taking the head of my cock so smoothly.
I only got an inch or two in before Zach’s body noticed the intrusion, clamping down on my length like a vise, drawing a garbled groan up from my chest. Zach fell forward, face in the sheets, and he panted and shook.
“Hey, Z, I got you,” I soothed, trying not to grit my teeth over the incredible grip he had on me, and ignoring the urge to drive into him fully. “Too much?”
He shook his head.
“Come on. Look up. Relax for me?”
Zach pushed himself on wobbling arms and our gazes caught in the mirror, his face red, eyes glazed, lip bitten roughly between his teeth.
“We can stop,” I said gently. My hands were greasy with coconut oil and sticky with Zach’s cum, but I figured we could clean up later and I needed to touch him, stroking his sides and rubbing gently at his ass.
“Don’t wanna stop,” he said, frowning, and then he finally began to relax, loosening just the slightest bit around me.
I grabbed more oil, let it melt down the crease of his ass onto my cock. I held his gaze in the mirror as I started to shift, retreating just a little, pressing in just a bit farther, Zach puffing with every shift.
“Kinda stings, but doesn’t hurt?” Zach said.
“Yeah, it burned like a motherfucker when I tried,” I said, laughing. “Hey, your ass smells tropical now.”
Zach laughed, a bright and ridiculously joyous sound, and his body gave, letting me push in another inch or two before he moaned and tightened around me.
“Shhittt, that’s...wow,” Zach gasped, eyes going wide. “I want...I want you close enough to kiss me.”
“Mmm, we can make that happen,” I said, trying to hang on to my sanity and control and not give into the wild urge to just fuck Zach right down into the mess he’d made in the sheets. He was so fucking tight, so hot, and he kept squeezing down on my dick like he was trying to make me explode.
I pulled him up, wrapped my arms around his chest, and Zach took over the motions, rocking, riding up and down my cock, until we were flush. I squeezed my arms around him, pressing my forehead to his shoulder as Zach shifted against me.
“Why’s it feel so hot, and also so much like someone shoved a molten light post up my ass at the same time?” Zach asked, breathy and clenching around me.
I grunted, kissing his shoulder, his throat, up to his jaw until he twisted and our lips met. “That’s kinda flattering, I guess,” I said, and Zach grinned. “You want it to feel, like, too good?”
His eyebrows raised and he nodded eagerly.
He’d denied himself this kind of pleasure for so long, and it was fun to see the way he wanted to soak it up like a sponge with Deyva and I now.
I moved carefully, settling back against the headboard, and Zach arched and twisted as that left him sinking onto my cock, seated right to the hilt.
“Hollllyy shitt, Stav, I’m not sure that’s—”
I laughed and he moaned at the vibration, pressing his cheek into my lips as I kissed there. “Just hang on. Spread your legs a bit for me, yeah?”
He did, thighs tense and trembling. His breath hitched as my hand moved down between us, playing with his sac a bit before searching under, fingertips pressing and waiting for that moment of—
“Ah!” Zach yelped, hips kicking, fucking himself on my dick in a way that made my eyes cross. His soft cock twitched and started to thicken as I swirled my fingers over the spot.
“Told you I’d have you coming on my cock,” I gasped out as Zach started to buck.
“Oh Stav, fuck, oh God, yes!” Zach spewed a litany of praises and pleas as I worked his prostate, trying to focus on him and not the way he gripped me so tight I thought my dick was about to break off.
“Well, what do we have here?”
Zach and I both paused, panting, as Deyva pressed the bedroom door shut behind her, gaze red with hunger as she stared at us on the bed.
“Hey, babe,” I greeted, breathless, making Zach squirm for her pleasure with my fingers against him.
“Hey, honeypot,” she answered, lips quirking.