Chapter Eight #3
Zeus gasped and moaned. His head hit the wall.
He needed a way to cling to reality and stay upright.
Zeus wanted to writhe and beg some more.
He desperately wanted to take control and ride Tracker’s dick, but Tracker told him to keep his hands on the wall.
Zeus was terrified of disobeying. Tracker might stop, and then Zeus would literally die.
When Tracker’s tongue swiped Zeus’ asshole, Zeus nearly went down. His knees weakened, and his body swayed. More of his weight leaned into the wall. He fought to keep breathing when Tracker really got into things.
“Oh, God, Tracker. You’re my whole goddamn world.
Please don’t doubt us. I’m pretty sure I’d die without you.
You’re the only person who sees me and loves me.
The real me. How could I ever touch anyone else?
Absolutely no one could replace you.” He couldn’t stop babbling.
Zeus desperately wanted Tracker to understand he was the only man who even existed in Zeus’ eyes.
“I’m so fucking in love with you.” Zeus whimpered as Tracker’s fingers joined the game.
He couldn’t stop himself from rolling his hips and riding Tracker’s tongue and fingers.
Zeus wondered if he would die. It turned out Tracker was a fucking natural at eating ass.
He hit just the right spot, and a cry ripped from Zeus.
He cried out while he painted the wall and floor with cum.
“Fuck, Tracker. Holy shit.” He couldn’t stop the huge emotions flowing from him and the gibberish falling from his lips.
Tracker kissed his way back up Zeus’s spine. “Beautiful.” He whispered the praise against Zeus’ skin.
Zeus’ heart took control. He spun and took Tracker to the floor, knocking a nearby table of supplies to the ground in the process.
He didn’t give a damn. His kiss was rough as he shoved his hand inside Tracker’s pants.
He stroked even as he tore open Tracker’s zipper.
The second he had Tracker’s dick out, Zeus slid down Tracker’s body and swallowed Tracker’s cock. He was Zeus’ favorite meal.
Tracker held Zeus’ hair while Zeus bobbed on Tracker’s dick.
“Yes. Your mouth is perfect. Damn, Zeus. The way you love this is addictive. Take what you want.”
Zeus pulled every trick he knew. He wasn’t satisfied until salty fluid flooded his mouth.
Zeus swallowed his prize. His soul hummed.
As the desperation faded, the guilt hit like a truck.
Zeus had really yelled at Tracker and demanded he pick another man for Zeus to fuck.
Damn. He would be lucky if Tracker didn’t tuck his dick in and walk away from him forever.
He might have really destroyed the most beautiful thing in his life.
Until Tracker, Zeus hadn’t realized exactly how good he was at that.
Tracker’s entire body heaved for air. His brain was scrambled, but not so much he didn’t feel the embarrassment setting in.
He had really lost his shit. Despite the humiliation, Tracker—oddly—didn’t regret a thing.
Maybe he felt a little ridiculous for his moment of weakness when Zeus asked him to go to the playroom.
Otherwise, he had meant every word of his threats.
If Zeus wanted to do this thing, he wouldn’t be fucking anyone else.
If Zeus found himself craving anyone other than Tracker, he had damn well better prepare himself.
Tracker had already let Zeus make him feel small and worthless once.
That wouldn’t happen twice. This was love, goddamn it.
Zeus kissed his stomach and made his way up Tracker’s body.
Tracker massaged Zeus’ head. He couldn’t pull his fingers from Zeus’ silky soft hair. When their lips met, Tracker’s soul sighed with contentment. Maybe they were equally a little unhinged. Tracker could live with that. After all, the passion was off the charts.
“I’m sorry.” Zeus whispered the apology between kisses.
Tracker’s chest squeezed. “For what?”
Zeus rolled to his side. His arm and leg still blanketed Tracker, and they never broke eye contact.
“I yelled at you and said shit I didn’t mean.
For fuck’s sake, I demanded you pick someone else for me.
I feel like an idiot. You have to know, even if you had called me on that and actually pulled someone else in the room, I’d never choose anyone else. ”
Tracker winced. “I’m sorry. I absolutely do know that.
Seriously, I have no idea what happened.
No one has ever made me feel the way you do.
I think I’m still scared I’ll wake up one day and everything will be gone.
You know we’re not programmed to expect happiness.
You feel like such an amazing too-good-to-be-true dream to me.
” He shrugged. “Like you, I’ve never been in love before. ”
A sweet smile touched Zeus’ lips. His hair was a mess, and his face had red blotches all over.
He looked well-loved and Tracker felt the truth sink in.
They really were forever. It truly was them against the world.
Zeus wasn’t playing. This wasn’t some temporary bout of madness.
Zeus felt the same as Tracker. They were each other’s soulmates.
Twin flames. Whatever the fuck the term was. This was real.
Zeus pillowed his head with his arm and stroked Tracker’s stomach. “Do you mind if we don’t lose our shit like that again? I’m not used to being out of control. My anxiety is through the roof right now.” He held up his hand so Tracker could see how hard it shook. “I hate feeling this way.”
Tracker felt like total shit. He hated the way his mind always undermined him when it came to this side of life.
But he had really taken his belt to Zeus.
Zeus had liked it. Tracker had loved it.
That was a hell of a self-discovery. “As long as you let me spank you again, I’m good with never having actual drama. I feel kind of sick right now too.”
A bright smile exploded across Zeus’ face. “That could be from eating ass.”
Tracker covered his face with both hands. Heat burned his face. Only Zeus had this power over him. Tracker had never acted this way before. He never even suspected these new cravings existed.
Zeus’ sexy chuckle caressed Tracker’s ears. “Don’t be embarrassed. I love it.” He kissed Tracker’s chest. “I love you and everything you do to my body. It honestly shocks the shit out of me how you don’t see the way you make me fly.”
Tracker dropped his hands.
Zeus held his stare and kept going. He ran his hand down Tracker’s body and stroked Tracker’s still semi-hard shaft.
“No one has ever made me lose control the way you do. I know I’ve never blown as hard as when you’re in control.
You know how to play my body. You don’t need any special training when there’s this much heat.
” He kept stroking Tracker’s cock, getting Tracker all the way hard again.
“Your love and passion take over and you fuck me and torture me like I’m your favorite toy. I can’t stop wanting more.”
While Tracker had been focused on hanging on to every spell-weaving word, Zeus had obviously been hunting for lube through the mess they had made when everything spilled onto the floor. Tracker watched him tear open a packet and wet Tracker’s cock.
Zeus straddled Tracker and lowered himself onto Tracker’s erection.
Tracker gasped, sucking air. He hadn’t known he held his breath until his mind cleared a hair from oxygen rushing back to his brain.
Zeus’ gaze swept down Tracker’s body as he lifted and lowered himself again. “So beautiful.”
Tracker had spent his life feeling ugly. Somehow, Zeus made him believe and feel like he was every bit as sexy as Zeus always claimed.
“I can’t even describe how gorgeous you are when you’re staring at me the way you are right now.
Your hair is a mess, and your lips are swollen.
I could watch you like this forever.” Belying his words, his eyes closed as Zeus’s motions quickened.
Zeus felt way too good riding him. Tracker’s full attention locked on the heat surrounding his cock.
It felt like he could blow at any second, but he didn’t.
Tracker held on until Zeus went wild on his dick, taking it the way he liked to get fucked.
Tracker couldn’t wait any longer. A split second before Zeus came, Tracker exploded.
Loud gasps and cries burst from him as he tried to get deeper.
There were no thoughts beyond savoring every second.
Tracker had gone without sex as a part of his life all the way until Zeus.
Now he couldn’t get enough. Everything about Zeus drove him wild.
From the bottom of his soul, Tracker begged the universe to let him keep this for the rest of his life.
Zeus meant everything to him now. He knew in his heart there would be no going back. No matter if they made it or not.