Chapter Eight
~ Patrick ~
I let out a little grunt as I set down the medical journal I had been reading and rubbed the bridge of my nose between my fingers. Even if I wasn't actively working as a doctor, I still needed to keep up on everything happening in the medical world.
When my cell phone rang, I briefly glanced at the clock as I picked it up and answered. "Kind of late for you to be calling, isn't it, Jake? Jai kick you out of bed?"
Jake chuckled good naturedly. "That'll never happen."
I hoped I could say the same after a few years of marriage.
"So, what's up?"
"Just wanted to check if you and Zaq are all moved in now."
"For the most part," I replied. "Couldn't have done it without your help, though." We would have been moving boxes for days.
I still hadn't figured out how he'd done it, but Jake came up with ten guys on the spur of the moment to get all of our stuff up to our condo from the loading dock.
"Jai and I are having a little get-together at our place tomorrow night at seven and we wanted to know if you and Zaq would like to come. It's just the guys and their spouses. It'll give Zaq a chance to meet everyone."
That actually sounded like a great idea. Zaq had met a few of my frat brothers in the last three weeks since we moved here, but not all of them. I was also interested in meeting the husband's of those who were married that I hadn't met yet.
"I'll have to check with Zaq, but I don't see a problem with it."
"It's a casual affair, so need to dress up. Jai only lets me put him in a tux about once a month. More than that and he gets squirrely."
I chuckled picturing the strawberry blond throwing a fit over a tux. I could actually see it. He might be shorter than Zaq, but he was a spitfire.
"Why don't I give you a call tomorrow and let you know?" I asked. "I'm pretty sure Zaq has already gone to bed. I just got done with my reading so I'm headed there myself."
"Sure," Jake replied. "Goodnight."
"Night." I hung up and then set my journal aside, got up, and went to lock up the condo and then go find my husband.
Neither Zaq or I were in a big hurry to get back to work. We'd spent the last three weeks getting unpacked and learning about the neighborhood we'd moved into.
We'd even gone on a few dates.
I found Zaq in the bedroom putting clothes away in the dresser. A laundry basket sat on the floor at his feet.
"Hey."
Zaq smiled at me when he glanced up. "Hey."
I walked up behind Zaq, pressing my chest to his back and wrapping my arms around him. "I thought you'd be in bed already."
It was after ten o'clock at night.
I bent closer to Zaq and pressed my lips against the side of his neck. The shiver that shook his body made me feel like a king.
"All done for the night?" Zaq whispered as he tilted his head to one side, baring more of his throat to me.
"Yeah, I finished the journal and then made sure everything was locked up."
Zaq shuddered again before turning and wrapping his arms around my neck. "Learn anything new?"
I grinned, having a pretty good idea where Zaq's brain was going. "One or two things."
"Tell me." Zaq shuddered again and pressed against me. "I'm a good student. Swear."
Zaq pulled at my shirt until I lifted my arms and allowed him to slide it over my head, tossing it aside. Gentle hands slid down my sides until they reached the zipper on my slacks. I held my breath as Zaq slowly began to work my pants free. He stopped momentarily to remove my socks.
Losing just a bit of the tight rein I had on my emotions, I pulled away from Zaq and pushed my pants down and all the way off, and then I stood there, naked as the day I was born. My heart quickened when Zaq gave me a sensual smile as he trailed his fingertips down my naked chest.
No one could get my motor running as quickly as Zaq.
I moved closer to Zaq without even realizing it, the sweet, heady scent of the man—hot summer rain—drawing me in and curling around my senses.
I cupped Zaq’s cheek and drew him in for a soft kiss that quickly turned passionate.
I ran my hand over his blond hair, feeling more than just a lustful need. Zaq was wrapped tightly around my heart even if I hadn't admitted it to him, and I could barely breathe as I held him in my arms.
"You have no idea how much I want you, Zaq," I whispered.
"Oh, I might."
With a tug of my hand, I pulled Zaq down to the bed. We both tumbled backward, rolling until I landed on top of him. My legs shifted as I straddled his waist between my thighs.
I leaned forward, inhaling Zaq’s sweet scent from collarbone to ear, taking in the raw aroma of man. The scent rushed into me in a wave of intoxication.
"You smell delicious." Zaq’s skin flushed as I leaned forward to nip the man on his jaw.
Zaq’s warm breath tickled my cheek. His breath came out raggedly, softly, though. Then Zaq groaned, and pure, raw need slammed into me at the soft sound.
I tugged at Zaq’s cheek until our mouths were only an inch apart, and then moved in to capture his lips.
I shuddered and then nipped Zaq on his bottom lip.
My body tightened involuntarily, every bone and muscle in me reaching for Zaq's mouth, the hot draw of his lips, and the moist wash of his tongue.
Zaq tasted so damn good.
Eagerly, Zaq’s tongue mated with mine, the spicy taste of man making me grow harder. Like a drug addict in the first seconds of his fix, I tried to devour Zaq. I licked at Zaq’s lips, nibbled at them, drew Zaq’s tongue into my mouth, and sucked at it.
Zaq arched even closer, his cock jerking against mine through his jeans. Zaq’s hands gripped my hair, holding me to him as our teeth and tongues clashed. The kiss was hard, hungry, and I urged Zaq closer, deepening the kiss.
I wrapped my arms around Zaq, blunt nails scraping along his back as he arched into me, his body twisting closer, as if desperate to mate every cell in our bodies together.
I opened my eyes, seeing Zaq’s grimace of pleasure, the raw lust that transformed his beautiful face. I hadn’t thought Zaq could get any better looking, but staring down at the man, I knew I had been wrong.
"You are so fucking beautiful, Zaq." I ran the palms of my hands up Zaq’s chest and pinched both nipples through his shirt. "You take my breath away every time I look at you."
I slid my hands under Zaq’s shirt, smoothing my fingers over his back. Zaq shivered at the contact. I pushed the shirt up, pulling it up and over Zaq’s head.
Zaq raised his arms and allowed me to undress him. I tossed the shirt aside then I ran my hands down Zaq’s chest, my thumbs playing at those beautiful brown-hued nipples.
A course of lust shot through my groin when Zaq's lips parted and a moan escaped. I was fascinated by the sight, my dick throbbing in anticipation of what was to come.
I tightened my grip on Zaq’s nipples, squeezing them, rolling them between my fingertips. Zaq bucked underneath me, pressing his chest harder into my hands.
It was the most erotic thing I'd had ever seen.
I slid my hands up Zaq’s arms, circling around his wrists, applying the lightest of pressure. I shifted my weight, pressing my body down until I could nuzzle Zaq’s neck and rub our chests together, feeling the sensual body beneath me.
I glanced down at the tanned and gleaming chest. It was lean, strong, and damn near perfect. I loved the sculpted way Zaq was formed. I ran my hands over the bare flesh, my nails scraping lightly, small red marks appearing along the way.
Glancing down Zaq’s body, I saw the outline of his erection beneath the fabric of his pants. It was full, stretched wide, and left little to the imagination. I released the snap on Zaq’s pants, pulling the zipper down until I saw the moist head of Zaq’s cock peeking out.
Zaq's tongue licked at my nipple, his lips nibbling sporadically. I gasped, arching back as that rough, rasping tongue stroked over my heated flesh. Oh, that was good, hot, with a gentle abrasion that had me panting as Zaq moved slowly to the other nipple.
I glanced down at Zaq again, staring into the deep pools of amber-green.
I snaked my hand into Zaq’s slacks and massaged the heated flesh.
It was hard, but felt like liquid silk under my fingers.
I pulled at the waistband of Zaq’s pants, pushing the fabric down Zaq’s body until I could toss the fabric aside.
Zaq lay there stunningly naked now, exposed to my appreciative eyes. I drank the man in as I pushed Zaq’s thighs apart. Zaq didn’t hesitate. He parted his legs, showing off the sexiest thing I had ever seen. Zaq's body was such a sculpted piece of art to me, so perfect, so exotic.
I grinned as I pushed my body down until my head was even with Zaq’s weeping cock.
I needed to taste him.
I licked a path to Zaq’s cock. I nuzzled his balls before licking my way up the fully hard shaft and sucking at the engorged head to savor Zaq’s pre-cum.
As I swallowed, I felt a small hand on my head and looked up to see Zaq gazing down at me, his brown eyes filled with hunger and need as great as my own.
Zaq’s fingers caressed my jaw, almost begging me to show him just what I could do with my lips. I leaned forward, engulfing Zaq’s cock. Zaq groaned out his pleasure as I swallowed the erection to the root.
Using my tongue, I lavished the tender depression beneath the swollen crown and then tongue-fucked the tiny slit, licking away the salty taste of Zaq’s desires.
I cupped the back of Zaq’s thighs, pushing the man’s legs back as I worked my mouth over his cock. Zaq wrapped his legs around my shoulders, pulling me closer.
Reaching around Zaq, I played at his hole, pressing my fingers against the throbbing muscle, but not entering.
Just teasing.
I reached my hand up, coating my fingers with my own saliva before placing them back at Zaq’s entrance, pushing three fingers deep into Zaq’s tight body, one at a time.