Nine
ZAK
The first time I wake up, there’s a very dim light coming from somewhere and a heavy weight on top of me. I’m on my stomach, being pinned to the bed. Nothing moves in the room, and the only thing I hear is Owen’s breathing.
Once my eyes focus, I come face to face with the mirror.
My cheeks heat like I was just branded with a hot iron.
I can still see what it looked like as he fucked me, running through my mind so I was watching it like porn.
I’m not sure if this means I have a voyeurism or maybe an exhibitionism kink or if it’s just the act of seeing us together that made it that much hotter.
There’s a very good possibility that it’s just the fact that it's Owen. It was easy to chalk up my memories of him from New Year’s as epically, mind-blowing sex with a good-looking, rich sports guy.
I mean, who doesn’t have that as a bucket list item, right?
Not that it was one of mine. It never crossed my mind, to be honest.
It was easy enough to convince myself that everything else was just his kindness. He was a nice man. A very nice, caring, and considerate divine man with a magic dick.
But we didn’t know each other. I think I could compartmentalize him because that was the truth of the matter. We spent less than twenty-four hours together and most of that time wasn’t speaking.
Now? I’m not so sure that’s the case anymore. We’ve talked a lot today and I swear, everything out of his mouth is just… swoon worthy. He’s kind, and funny, and generous. It sounds like he comes from a good family. He has friends. He’s fun, and a perfect gentleman.
And can fuck like a porn star.
He’s every gay boy’s dream. Which only reminds me of how I don’t belong here. Not with him. I could never live up to the expectations his life would surround us with. I wasn’t raised with money. This isn’t my world.
Yet, when I glance into the mirror and find him curled on top of me, his face partially hidden by my hair and his hands gripping mine over my head, my heart aches. If I could dream up a perfect man, it would be him, down to every last detail. Owen is my perfect man.
There’s no way I’m able to sneak out right now. Unless I become liquid and seep away, I’m stuck right where I am. That’s an excuse enough to close my eyes.
I must doze off because when I become fully conscious again, I feel a hard dick rubbing against my ass crack and lips moving over my shoulder. I’m not sure if I’m hard because I just woke up and it’s just a thing, or because I’m so fucking aroused by this man that he makes me hard even in my sleep.
I swallow and shiver, my legs spreading on their own to give him better access to my hole. Hell, even my back arches, sticking my ass up for him.
“Is that an invitation?” Owen asks, his voice filled with sleep.
I nod. “You don’t need an invitation to fuck me,” I whisper. “Take my body.”
His growl is sexy as fuck, making my balls jump. He wastes no time placing his cockhead at my entrance and sliding in.
It hasn’t been long since he was last there but fuck, my body jerks at the sudden twinge of pain as he shoves past my already tightened ring and buries himself so deep, I think he’s poking at my stomach. The burn is intense as he stretches me.
His hand grips a fistful of my hair and forces my head up. I’m staring at our reflections again. “Look at you taking me like you were made for me,” he growls.
At his words, his hips snap hard and deep. I cry out, my body spasming at the intrusion.
“You feel me everywhere, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I hiss. And it’s so, so good.
He shoves inside me over and over. Not that I think it’s truly possible, but every thrust feels like he manages to get deeper.
The burn remains for a while, but it’s not long before my spasms and full body jerks are because he’s barreling into my pleasure points.
All of them. Maybe I had one or two before, but I must have a dozen now. And he hits every last one.
“You’re so damn perfect, Zak,” he says, then bites my earlobe. I’m still staring in the mirror, watching his ass lift and hips slam into mine. It’s so fucking hot. “How tight you are. I feel like I’m forcing my way in with every thrust. You feel that?”
I nod. Or try to. He has me bent in such a way that I’m staring in the mirror but wholly unable to move.
My arms are locked in front of me and I’m stretched out like a rubber band.
Believe me, I’m not complaining at all. I’ve never, never felt pleasure like this.
And watching it happen as I feel it makes me all high and euphoric.
I haven’t even come yet. It’s nearly there, but I’m desperately trying to hold it in.
“Feel good?”
“Yes,” I say hoarsely. “Best.” One-word answers are all I can manage right now. “More.”
His mouth latches onto my neck and, somehow, I feel it in my balls as he sucks. His hips piston harder. Faster. My head spins as I watch our reflections. My skin feels like it’s on fire. I burn up, slick with sweat.
When my orgasm bursts out of me, I feel it move over my body in a wave, starting at my core and spreading outward so it reaches every single inch of me.
I’m not sure if I’m screaming or rendered silent.
While I know it’s likely a matter of seconds, it feels endless as Owen’s voice in my ear tells me to keep coming on his cock.
I think I do.
Before I go limp and pass out.
* * *
The next time I wake, I’m alone. I ache. My arms still feel like they’re pinned over my head, but I think it’s just my muscles yelling at me for being in that position for so long. They weren’t fans of it. I roll over and groan at the way my body twinges.
For a while, I don’t move, waiting for Owen to come back into the room. Minutes pass. More and more and I wonder if maybe he’s not here at all. Which is weird. You don’t leave a virtual stranger alone in your house.
After a while, my bladder is ready to revolt, so I pull my weak body from the bed and trudge into his bathroom. While I piss, I glance longingly at the shower. Would he mind if I took one before I left?
Chewing my lip, I decide to risk it and turn on the water. I take a long, hot shower and let the water ease my sore muscles. It feels so good that I barely remember to wash before I force myself to get out.
The towel I find isn’t warm like the one Owen presented me last time. It’s room temperature, which feels almost cold. Wrapping it around myself, I head for the sink and open the drawer where Owen had an extra toothbrush for me. Maybe he’d replaced the one I used.
But the one I had used earlier in the month with a bright pink cap on it is still there. My stomach flutters as I pull it out and brush my teeth before returning it where I found it.
Back in the room, I find my clothes folded neatly on a chair so I pull them on. With a heavy sigh, I head for the front door. I’m just stepping into my boots when it opens, and I nearly fall on my ass. This time, I manage to catch myself without being rescued.
Owen smirks as he steps inside. His eyes scan down my body, making me flush. My gaze is glued to him as he pulls his winter jacket off and hangs it on a peg. I become completely boneless when he takes my chin in his hand and kisses me. “Why are you always trying to sneak out, Zak?”
I flush. Since I don’t really have an answer for him, I don’t speak.
“Stay,” he says. I swallow. “Stay the weekend. I’ll send you home Sunday night.”
“What day is it?” I whisper.
He smirks. “Friday. If you stay, I’ll fuck you every way you want, whenever you want. Wash you, feed you, entertain you, and make you feel like a fucking king.”
I swallow again. Jesus. I’m not sure which part of that I want more.
“Where did you go?” I ask instead of answering.
“Weights day. But we have the weekend off before the season starts up again.”
That doesn’t truly tell me anything since I don’t know the first thing about hockey, but I nod. He kisses me again and then traces my lips with his tongue in the most filthy, sensual way.
“Stay,” he murmurs. “Please.”
Staring into his eyes, I don’t think I have the strength to tell him no, even if I wanted to.
Fact of the matter is, I want nothing more than to stay with him.
It’s not that I need to be waited on and spoiled.
I just want to be with him. For him to tell me stories and hold me close to him.
I want to feel his dick in every way imaginable.
I want to feel important. Wanted. Owen makes me feel all that without trying.
I nod again. “Yes.”
He smiles. “Good. Let’s eat and then I’m taking you back to bed if you don’t have any objections.”
“No objections,” I say, breathless.
He scoops me up, making me squeal as he brings me over his shoulder.
One hand slaps my ass, gripping my cheek to hold me in place, while he pulls the boot off my foot and drops it to the ground.
With a hand on the wall to steady himself, Owen kicks his own boots off too.
I expect him to put me down, but he turns and walks into the condo.
We stop in the kitchen and he sets me on the counter, then stands between my legs. “Are you opposed to me fucking you over the sink?”
A shiver passes through me as I shake my head. I’m back in my leggings so I can’t hide what his words do to me at all. His hand drops between us, and he rubs my growing boner, encouraging it.
“How about against the window, staring down at the city? Maybe someone will see what I do to you.”
I’m going to start panting if he keeps touching me like this. I nod. “You can do whatever you want,” I answer.
A smile climbs up his face. “How do you feel about toys?”
Licking my lips, I nod. “I’d… be open to talking about them.”
“Mm,” he says, his thumb dropping to rub my balls. “What do you want for breakfast?”
My brain must be short circuiting. I can’t switch gears that quickly, so I just blink at him. “What?”
Owen chuckles and kisses me. Taking away my will completely.
* * *
I’m staring at the door as I slowly tie my boots.
I can feel Owen behind me. Watching. I’m slow because everything inside me is sluggish.
I’ve never had three entire days of sex before.
He had me all over his condo, but there weren’t toys involved.
I choked on his dick from both ends. I’ve been bathed in his cum.
Hell, despite the shower and thorough washing, I think I still smell like his cum.
But it’s Sunday night. The weekend is over.
When I get to my feet, Owen is holding my jacket. He stares with such blue eyes, I think I’m actually looking through doors into paradise. He is paradise. “You sure you don’t want to stay longer?” he asks.
My stomach jumps. I fucking want to stay. Is this him asking me?!
“I’m out of the house for a bit because of games and practice and stuff. Which I think would probably be good, so you can rest.” Owen smirks while I flush. “But you really don’t have to go, Zak.”
“I want to stay,” I admit, “but I really should go.”
Owen nods. His lips part as if he wants to say something else, but he doesn’t. Instead, he holds open my jacket for me. I slip into it, my tongue feeling far too thick to say anything else. I zip it as he pulls my beanie onto my head and adjusts it.
Then his mouth is on mine, and he has me pressed against the wall. He kisses me like the goodbye this is. Tears try desperately to fill my eyes, but with everything inside me, I will them away.
I can’t fall for this man. I can’t. That would be my ruin because I just don’t belong here. I’m not the same as him.
“You’re not going to call me, are you?” he asks, still pinning me to the wall.
Since I can’t promise him I will, I just give him a sheepish smile. Owen sighs. “Is there anything I can do to convince you to call me?”
“If we’re meant to see each other again, then we will,” I say quietly.
His eyes hood as he looks at me, and I reach out to brush his cheek with my hand. “I love being here,” I tell him, trying not to choke on the words. “I have loved every single second with you, Owen. Please, remember that. Okay?”
He sighs. “You know where I live. I will never be opposed to you dropping by. Understand?”
I nod, knowing that’s never going to happen.
His phone pings. Neither of us has to look to know that means the car he called for me is at the gate being let in. With my hand in his, we leave his condo and he walks me to the elevator and downstairs. The car is just pulling up to the curb when we step outside.
Owen pulls me against him and kisses me until my knees are jelly. “Please call me,” he murmurs into my mouth. “I need to see you again.”
Swallowing, I smile and allow myself one more indulgence as I press my lips to him and try to pour every ounce of everything I’m feeling into that kiss. I want him to know that the reason I won’t call isn’t because I don’t want him. I’m not sure I’ve ever wanted anything as I do this man.
“Bye,” I whisper and pull myself away from him. It’s painful. It sucks. I want to cry and throw a fit so the universe changes the cards it gave me and I can have him.
Owen opens the car door and I slide inside.
Because I can’t help myself, I watch him as the car pulls away until I can’t see him any longer.
I allow a single tear to fall and determine that there must be something I can do to be with him.
How can I make myself a better person and earn a spot in the world he lives in?
Is there a way or am I a pathetic product of my environment, destined to live the life of an urchin until I die?