Chapter 14
MILES
Physical strength was nothing new to Miles, but as he loomed over Zach, pinning his legs to the mattress, he knew this control wasn’t purely physical.
He wasn’t forcing Zach into submission with his strength—it was being offered to him freely.
Zach was sharing more than his body. He trusted Miles to see him.
To take care of him. To love him the way he deserved to be loved.
A rush of power coursed through his veins like a shot of adrenaline. His head swam with desire, with an unmistakable, all-encompassing need for Zach. He’d known it would be like this. Ever since their lips had touched, something inside him had shifted. The world suddenly made sense.
This was what he wanted. Where he belonged.
But before he could let loose, he had to clarify. Find boundaries. Get full consent. Despite his lack of experience with sex, he’d done enough research over the past few days to know the important basics.
“Tell me what you want.”
Zach didn’t stop to think about his answer for a second, immediately blurting out, “Everything.”
“When you say everything…”
A needy whimper left Zach’s lips. “I mean everything. Whatever you want. Do it. Please. Do it before you change your mind.”
Miles ghosted his hands across the dark chest hair and rolled the hardened nipples between his fingers, watching Zach’s ribcage rise and fall with each harsh breath. “I’m not changing my mind,” he promised, increasing the pressure until Zach flinched with a loud gasp. “What’s your safeword?”
Zach caught his breath, his eyes wide with shock at the question he obviously hadn’t expected. To be fair, until this week, it wasn’t a term Miles was intimately familiar with.
He rolled his hips, dragging his trapped erection against Zach’s. There were too many layers between them to feel anything except teasing pressure, but it got his point across.
“Yes, yes, I get it. You can use your sex appeal as a weapon,” Zach muttered and dropped his head onto the pillow. “My safeword is red.”
“Do you want me to use your cuffs?”
Zach bit his lower lip and nodded, which was all the encouragement Miles needed. The box of toys was conveniently close, under the edge of the bed, right where Miles had dragged it after lighting the candles. A presumptuous move, but he’d been strangely sure that Zach wouldn’t reject him.
Miles pulled out the leather cuffs and circled Zach’s thin wrists with the soft material.
Zach didn’t struggle, letting Miles lift his arms and attach him to the headboard, but his breathing became noticeably quicker and shallower.
After rattling the restraints to test them out, Zach sighed with pleasure and murmured, “Fuck, Miles.”
His name on Zach’s lips, whispered in a haze of lust, was the sexiest sound in the world. He wanted to spend hours, days, years wringing every delicious gasp and whimper. The thought should have been scary, but it felt inevitable.
He sat back on Zach’s thighs and took in every detail of the lean, graceful body in front of him, committing the moment to memory.
Deep down, deeper than he’d ever gone before, he knew he’d been waiting for Zach.
That was the real reason why he’d never had a serious girlfriend, why he didn’t hook up like the rest of his classmates, why he’d traveled hundreds of miles to a strange city.
There was only one person for him. His best friend.
Unhurriedly, he leaned down and sucked Zach’s full lower lip into his mouth.
It was sweet and minty, like the first time they’d kissed, but this time with an added hint of frantic passion that intensified its potency.
Losing himself in the delicious flavor, he took his time tasting and exploring every inch of Zach’s mouth before letting go.
Zach tried to follow, to keep the kiss going, but Miles had a few things to say before getting completely carried away.
“You’re beautiful, Zee. I love looking at you. I love tasting you.” He punctuated each word with wet kisses down Zach’s neck. “I’m gonna wring every bit of pleasure out of you tonight.”
Zach’s breath hitched, and another whine escaped his throat. Just as Miles’s lips brushed against his smooth collarbone, he heard, “I’m yours.”
The admission went to Miles’s head like a shot of whiskey. Exhilaration pumped through him at those two little words, at what they meant. His heart beat so hard inside his chest that he half expected the walls of the room to pulse with the same staccato rhythm.
Conversation time was over. He lunged at Zach, barely waiting for their lips to connect before shoving his tongue inside.
His need for Zach vibrated through every atom of his body.
The crushing, overwhelming need to savor him, to dominate him, to make him cry with pleasure, to be everything he could ever need.
Since reading up on Doms and subs, Miles had spent far too much time thinking about Zach’s submissive side.
Would he act weak and timid? Feisty and bratty?
Devoted and subservient? Ten seconds into the kiss, it was clear that weak and timid weren’t on the menu.
Zach had plenty of fight left, his lips and tongue attacking Miles’s in return.
When his lungs screamed for air, Miles tore himself away, and a thrill traveled up his spine at Zach’s kiss-swollen lips.
He’d done that. He’d brought that debauched, faraway look to Zach’s face.
And he would keep going, wouldn’t stop until Zach was mindless with lust, begging for something only Miles could give him.
That was the goal.
Many of the D/s dynamics he’d researched in the past week had terrified him based on description alone, but a few seemed right up his alley.
Particularly pleasure Doms. No scary props, no pain, nothing that could potentially go wrong.
If Zach needed those things, Miles could learn, but for now, he wanted something simple, something he could handle—like being a Dom who focused on giving his sub pleasure.
He was determined to find every sensitive spot on Zach’s body and drive him wild.
The intoxicating rush of being in charge of Zach’s moans was the only thing on Miles’s mind as he slowly traveled down, kissing and licking through the trail of dark hair on Zach’s chest. He stopped at his nipples, flicking one with his tongue before sucking on the other.
Above him, Zach hissed and rattled the headboard, fueling Miles’s confidence and setting his nerves at ease.
Honestly, he’d expected to be more worked up. A few make-out sessions with perfunctory, haphazard groping at college parties were the closest thing he’d ever had to a sexual encounter, and until now, he’d never understood what all the fuss was about, assuming casual hookups just weren’t for him.
But this—this was for him. Zach’s begging whimpers, his heated skin against Miles’s tongue, the smattering of hair around the dip of his belly button. No, Miles wasn’t worried. Not about his first time in a power play scene, and not about losing his virginity.
He was with his best friend, his favorite person in the world.
There was nothing to worry about.
He trailed his lips down Zach’s stomach, blindly undoing the towel and throwing it open. Zach’s cock sprang out and slapped against Miles’s cheek, and every muscle in Zach’s body tensed.
“Shh.” Miles wanted to reassure him, but actions spoke louder than words.
He slid down and settled between Zach’s thighs, pushing them open until Zach was on full display.
His mouth salivated at Zach’s erection pointing straight up, his smoothly shaved balls pulled tight, and the teasing peek of his puckered hole.
“Fuck, you look incredible,” Miles said in awe, pausing for a split second before wrapping his hand around the base and leaning in to suck the velvety tip into his mouth. The salty sweetness soothed something inside him, and he hummed with satisfaction.
“Miles!” Zach shouted and bucked his hips.
Miles caged Zach’s trembling thighs with his arms to keep him still and took him deeper.
Zach’s cock was hot and solid, taking up all the room in Miles’s mouth and throbbing with his heartbeat.
Not huge, but big enough to trigger Miles’s gag reflex, so he moved cautiously.
After reaching his limit, he swirled his tongue around, fascinated by the texture.
Zach’s responsiveness to his every move made him giddy with anticipation, and he set a slow pace of moving his head up and down, concentrating on Zach’s moans as they got longer and louder, becoming an uninterrupted string of sounds.
Eventually, Miles had to draw back to catch his breath and give his jaw a break.
“I’m so close,” Zach pleaded, but Miles wasn’t ready to be done. The possibilities of every delicious thing he could do to Zach stretched before him, clouding his mind.
“Roll over.” He hummed with satisfaction as Zach flipped onto his stomach. “On your knees.”
Zach craned his neck to give Miles a hesitant look.
Miles could guess why. “I’m not gonna hurt you, Zee.
” He ran his hand up and down Zach’s leg in reassurance, and Zach scrambled to his knees, his restraints forcing him to lean on his elbows and arch his back.
With his legs spread and his perfect round ass up in the air, he was a vision.
A temptation. A dream. Miles couldn’t bear to spend another second depriving himself.
He dug his fingers into those supple cheeks and spread them apart, groaning at the incredible view while listening for every hitch in Zach’s breath.
After experimentally dragging his tongue up the crease, he circled the puckered skin, relishing the texture.
Surrounded by the scent of soap and Zach’s earthy musk, he was already on edge, thrumming with need for more.
Without hesitation, he pierced the ring of muscle, thrusting in and out in a wild frenzy, trying to get deeper, desperate to make Zach lose his mind.
If he did it right, Zach would forget every other man he’d ever been with.
Zach twitched and gasped, clenching around Miles’s tongue and pumping his hips. When the muffled moans drifting from above turned urgent, Miles pulled back and wiped the saliva off his face.
“Miles, please,” Zach whined. “I’m so close. Please, fuck me. I need you inside me.”
“Not today, Zee.” Miles shook his head, even though Zach couldn’t see him. It was a big step, not something to do in the heat of the moment. They needed to have a real conversation first.
“Then fuck my face. I need to feel you.”
The filthy words made Miles strain against his zipper. The plan had been to edge Zach until he begged, then let him come, but he hadn’t considered that Zach might ask for something other than his own release.
“Okay.” He climbed off the bed, smiling with amusement as Zach hurried to roll onto his back.
He watched Miles remove his sweatpants and underwear with naked interest, his eyes glazing over when Miles cautiously straddled his chest and shuffled forward until his leaking cock rested on Zach’s puffy lips.
“Open up.”
Zach complied, enveloping him in a silky vise. Miles didn’t have time to fully appreciate the peculiar sensation before Zach’s tongue made a tight circle around his slit, making his brain short-circuit.
Blowjobs were supposed to feel good. Everybody knew that. But having never had one, he hadn’t realized just how exhilarating they could be. Jolts of electricity zinged through his nerves, shockingly different from the familiar orgasms he’d had with his right hand.
Control slipped away as he pumped his hips on instinct, without making a conscious decision. His body took over, and he watched himself fuck into Zach’s hot, wet mouth, mesmerized by the sight of his dick, glistening with saliva, disappearing between Zach’s stretched lips over and over.
Pressure built at the base of Miles’s spine, and he had every intention of stopping. Just one more second, one more slide, one more squeeze of Zach’s throat. It was fucking addicting.
He was taken aback by the intensity of his orgasm, blindly gripping the headboard with both hands as Zach swallowed every drop, sucking greedily until Miles was too sensitive to keep going.
It took a moment to reorient himself. He was supposed to be in control, teasing and edging Zach, giving him everything he craved, granting his every wish.
Not losing himself in Zach’s bottomless eyes and inviting mouth.
Zach licked his lips to get every last drop, and Miles forced himself to concentrate.