Twenty-Eight
OWEN
I think it’s been like twenty minutes since we collapsed, but my chest is still heaving.
That man knows how to put me through a workout.
Zak was voracious and fuck, I can’t get enough of him like that.
Hell, I can never get enough. He’s my world.
He’s everything. The smile that’s spread across my face since I fell back onto the bed hasn’t left. Hasn’t lessened.
He loves me. How did I get so lucky that this amazing man loves me?! What have I ever done to deserve this kind of love? I must have done something right.
Zak rolls and half lays across me, pressing his nose into my armpit. I chuckle, dropping my hand to tangle in his messy hair. His other hand smooths over my chest. I’m still sweaty, but my body is finally cooling down. The chill is beginning to creep in.
His hand moves down until he finds my half hard dick.
It’s still working its way to soft, but it’s nearly there.
That is, until he starts to rub it. Like…
intentionally. His fingers glide over my cock and drop to my balls, cupping them.
Exploring them. I spread my leg a little wider, so he has better access.
“Owen?” he asks.
“Mm?”
“Have you always used a condom?”
My eyes open as I stare at the ceiling. “There was a time in high school I didn’t. You know, stupid teenager and shit. But we get health screens frequently, so I’m confident I’m clean. Haven’t not used one in far over a decade now. You?”
Zak’s quiet for a minute. “Not often,” he says quietly. “But… I haven’t been tested.”
“We can get you tested if you’re concerned. Or just because you want to.”
He nods, his hand still moving over my dick. While he’s not hurrying my erection, he’s also not intending to let me get through the refractory period naturally. Zak might not have been lying that he wants my dick in him until I’m called back to work.
Most of my team stayed right where they were.
We don’t know the outcome of the parallel bracket (obviously) so it could be twenty-four hours or close to a week if they go through all seven games.
Thankfully, Toronto is close enough that getting back in a hurry is easy, so I talked Coach into letting me spend the wait at home.
I’m not quite hard when Zak moves over me, straddling my hips. I’m getting there. Definitely getting there. Especially when he sits on me like this, pressing his dick to mine. Stroking me sensually.
“Again?” he asks.
I’m not sure when he’s going to understand what ‘anything’ means. There’s not a fucking thing this man could ask for that I wouldn’t give him.
“Yes.”
He leans across me and pulls the strip of condoms close and rips one off. I watch as he sheathes me and then holds the lube bottle up and lets it drip out over my crown. His eyes trail it, almost fascinated, before he snaps the lid shut and tosses it away.
Not bothering to rub it in, Zak shifts onto his knees so he can position my nearly hard dick at his hole. His eyes meet mine as he sinks down.
I’m mesmerized by how he looks right now.
The arousal in his eyes, the way his body stretches and bends as he guides me in, his beautiful lips parted.
His skin nearly glows in the dim light and moon shining in through the window.
He’s an angel. There’s something surreal about feeling the way I’m entering his body and seeing the effect it has on him at the same time.
It’s almost as if we’re sharing pleasure.
It’s not separate—not mine and his. But one pleasure and it spreads through each of us.
His hands drop to my chest, and he moves around my cock slowly. So slowly. Just feeling me in his body. His moans are quiet, and the sounds hit me with a pulse of heat. I’m still not fully hard. Apparently, I’m getting old and my dick isn’t quite ready to play yet.
I’m hard enough to make this happen. And definitely getting harder. Fuck my biology. I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure I’m hard when Zak wants me.
“Owen?”
I drop my hands to his, rubbing them up his arms and then down to his hips. “Mmhm.”
“Have you ever had group sex?” he asks.
My eyebrows pop up and I have to keep my smile from my voice. Interesting topic right now. “Like an orgy?” I ask.
Zak shakes his head. “No. Like… a sex party? When you don’t trade partners but you have sex in the same room. Close?”
“Ah. No, I haven’t.”
His eyes flicker up to mine. “Have you been to an orgy?”
I chuckle, pulling his hips down so I bury myself in his ass. He grunts, his eyelids fluttering. “No,” I tell him. “Have you?”
Zak shakes his head again. “Uh uh. Not an orgy.”
“But yes, to the group sex party.”
His cheeks flush, but I’m not sure if that pink was already there or if it’s from my question. Biting his bottom lip, he nods. “Yeah. We used to more frequently, but Clarinda’s mother began disappearing more often than she was there over the last year.”
“You have sex with Clarinda?” I ask, surprised. Maybe I misread him.
Then again, the way his face scrunches and he cringes, I think not. I laugh at the sight. “Ugh, no. Ew. I mean, not that she’s ew. She’s one of the prettiest girls I’ve ever met, but I’m totally gay. Like, all gay. 100%. 1,000%! Just gay.”
I laugh, pulling him down to me and kissing him. “I thought so. You mentioned Clarinda, so I was a little confused.”
“No, I mean, my friends and I used to have sex parties. Including Clarinda. But she hasn’t been able to get away from her siblings for long.”
“I’m actually impressed that you include a woman in your gay fun,” I say.
Zak shrugs. “I don’t know. She’s just always been there. As much as I am slightly terrified of the whole female thing, it’s weird not to have her there, you know? She’s one of the guys.”
I grin as my fingers dance up his sides. His ribs are still prominent, but he looks healthier. Not nearly as thin as he had a month ago. “I see. That’s cute. And very curious.”
He smiles, letting his head drop as he rides me with a bit more focus.
Bending my knees, I spread my legs a bit more and meet him at the same intensity with which he comes down on me.
Zak moans, letting his head fall back. With my hands back on his hips, I keep him steady while not guiding him at all.
Zak leans back, his hands resting on my knees, using the position to truly ride me.
It’s so fucking good. The way his muscles pull makes his ass squeeze me tightly.
So damn tight. His moans are louder, his downward thrusts harder.
I try to snap my hips up at the same time to meet him and pull the most delicious sounds from his throat.
Leaning forward, he takes my hands in his, linking them together. His eyes meet mine as he continues to ride. I can’t look away. The only thoughts I can think of are he loves me. He’s mine. I get to have him like this every day. Zak Ashland loves me.
He lets one hand go and places it on his ass cheek. I drop mine to his cock and rub him. I swear there’s a constant leak from that glorious dick. So perfect. I haven’t sucked it nearly enough; something I’ll have to rectify.
But right now, I’m too distracted by the way he’s moving. His fingers grip mine fiercely until he lets go to place both his hands on my knees again.
“Oh god, just like that,” he says, shoving his hips up and his dick into my hand, only to drop back down onto my cock. “Right there. God, Owen, right there.”
I stare at him, at the way he’s arched back. How his body moves up and down, making the muscles in his thighs and ass flex and strain, as his head rolls from side to side.
There are moments he tells me to keep fucking him just like this. Right in that spot. Then there are moments when all I hear are his sounds of pleasure. Both fill my head, making me dizzy. He feels so good. So tight and warm. Such a small place to fit into.
“I’m coming,” he says, almost desperate. The whine in his voice is sexy as fuck. “Owen, I’m coming.”
I grin. “Come for me. Come on my cock, Zak. Show me how much you like to ride me.”
He begins to say something, but his words cut off into a moany howl. High and tense and delicious. His dick pulses in my hand, cum shooting upward a couple inches like a fountain before dribbling down my fist and pooling on my stomach.
Zak’s movements are erratic. I try to keep hitting right where he needs me to and I’m fairly certain I succeed at least 2/3 of the time based on how his sounds escalate and his breath catches.
Then he falls forward. I barely get my hand from his dick in time to catch him before I get his head in my nose.
I definitely wouldn’t mind a broken nose from amazing sex with my man. I’d wear that shit with pride and enjoy recounting the story for all who would listen.
My dick slips out of him as he lays boneless across my chest. I’m still hard. Fully hard. My cock lays against his ass, throbbing. At the moment, I don’t care. Maybe he’ll want to ride again in a few minutes. I’ll be ready.
“Love you,” Zak whispers. His words are slurred, almost like he’s drunk.
I wrap my arms around him tightly and squeeze him to me. Pressing our chests together so our hearts are beating against one another. “I love you, Zak,” I murmur, kissing his crown. “You’re by far the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
He sighs. His body tenses and I think he’s trying to move. But he gives up quickly. “Keep fucking me,” he whispers. “Come in my ass.”
I grin but don’t move. “Catch your breath. I’m not going anywhere.”
“But they might call. I want to feel you until you come back.”
“I’ll always come back to you, Zak. We have the rest of our lives.”
Because I’m holding him so tightly, I don’t miss his reaction to my words.
His breath catches, his heart stutters, his muscles tense.
I hug him tighter. I’ve known for a long time that he has a lot of insecurities, even if he hasn’t shared them with me.
It’s written all over his face. Gravity has even said as much without saying so.
Zak pulls his arms in and hugs me in return. “The rest of our lives?” he whispers.
“Absolutely. I’m keeping you forever, Zak. If you’ll let me.”
His fingers dig into me. Now I feel him tremble and he nods his head. “Yes.”
“Good,” I tell him.
Minutes pass and he begins to relax. “Owen?”
“Mm?”
“Put your dick in me again. Please.”
Chuckling, I roll us over so he’s beneath me. Then I shift us around on the bed until his head is hanging off and he’s staring at us in the mirror. “Watch,” I tell him as I line up my still hard dick. “Don’t look away. Promise?”
“Yeah.”
I watch his face as he watches us in the mirror. He can’t exactly see where my cock will disappear from this angle. But he can look at how he feels about it. Hooking my hands under his shoulders, I pick my body up off his so he has a clear line of sight between us.
Notching my cockhead at his pretty puckered, used hole, I push in. Fuck, I love the way his entire body reacts. I watch as he takes in as much of him as I can. Listening to the erotic sounds coming from his mouth already. And seeing him stare in the mirror.
“Keep watching as I fuck you, Zak. We’re going to burn this into your mind, so you see it every time you close your eyes while I’m gone.”
He moans, nodding wildly.
Someday, I’m going to find us a room where we’re surrounded by mirrors. Over us, under us, every single wall. Fucking this man like that will be the hottest damn thing.
Hell, I’ll just build us a room of mirrors when I retire. Mirror sex with Zak is the best thing ever.