Chapter 18
MILES
Zach’s eyes widened at the command, but he didn’t question it, whipping off his T-shirt in one quick movement and tossing it on the ground.
He was a vision in the dimming light—graceful and lithe, a hint of muscle rippling in his abs as he shifted his weight.
Dark hair curled across his chest, softening around the pale pink of his nipples and thinning as it traveled down and disappeared under his jeans like the most tantalizing road map.
“You’re beautiful.” Miles backed him up against a tree, his smooth, creamy skin a stark contrast to the rough bark. “And you’re mine.” The words were warm and tingly on his tongue, and he wished he could say them outside of a scene.
A small smile flitted across Zach’s face before he schooled his expression.
Maybe he liked those words too.
Before Miles disappeared into his Dom persona and lost himself in wringing sounds of pleasure out of Zach, he had to be responsible.
Peeking out from behind the trunks in every direction, he made sure no one was around.
The likelihood of someone going for an evening stroll along the fence was low, but Miles was taking responsibility for Zach’s well-being while they played, and that included not being caught by their families.
Satisfied they were alone, Miles shifted his attention back to Zach, who’d been rooted in place, waiting for Miles’s next instruction. Being so good for Miles.
“Undo your jeans.” A jolt of electricity shot through him at how eagerly Zach followed his directions. So agreeable. So needy. So hungry. “Keep them on, but get your cock out.”
A flicker of doubt crossed Zach’s face, but it vanished as he set his jaw, and his eyes sparked with desire. Moments later, he stood in front of Miles with his erection proudly jutting out, jeans and underwear lowered to his thighs.
“Mmm.” Miles let his gaze wander, drinking in Zach’s need, then swiped his thumb across one of Zach’s nipples, causing a full-body shiver. “Look at you. Fucking shameless. Naked and on display where anyone can walk by and see how desperate you are for something to wrap your lips around.”
A soft whimper escaped Zach’s throat.
His sub liked dirty talk.
“Fuck, you’re leaking just at the idea of choking on my cock. My little slut.” Miles punctuated the last word by pinching the other nipple. Zach didn’t make a noise this time, but his breathing quickened, and his eyes glazed over.
Miles stepped away and undid his belt—taking his time, sliding it through the loops and stroking the leather with his fingers, enjoying Zach’s undivided attention—before walking around and fastening Zach’s hands behind his back.
It wouldn’t hold if he really wanted to get out, but the restraints were mostly symbolic, as far as Miles could tell.
After wrapping the cheap fake leather around Zach’s wrists, he pushed Zach to his knees and hummed in appreciation.
The man was a wet dream—a tinge of blush spreading down his neck, pebbled nipples, his long, slender dick dripping onto the grass.
He was gorgeous like this—eager and vibrating with desperation.
“I do appreciate a nice view while I’m getting my dick sucked.” Miles grinned, loving how every word out of his mouth made Zach tremble even more. “The only thing missing is you begging me for the privilege.”
Casually, unhurriedly, he stepped closer, until Zach had to crane his neck to keep his pleading eyes on Miles.
“Beg,” Miles growled, thin threads of heady power weaving through him until it permeated his entire being. Towering over this sexy, helpless mess was an out-of-body experience, like watching someone else take full control.
“Fuck, Miles, please. I want to taste you. I need you.” Zach’s breathy whimpers hit him with a wave of unadulterated lust, and he couldn’t hold himself back anymore, unbuttoning his jeans to free himself.
Cool evening breeze caressed his heated skin, and it took all his willpower not to come on the spot.
“Open wide.” Miles smirked as Zach’s plump lips parted in anticipation, welcoming him to paradise.
Slowly, he dragged the tip along Zach’s cheek, leaving a trail of slick moisture behind.
Marking Zach felt right. Miles wanted to drown him in come, rub it into his skin, shout his ownership to the world.
This obsession with claiming Zach, possessing his body and soul, should have scared him with its intensity. But it didn’t. It couldn’t. Wanting Zach wasn’t wrong.
It was the most natural thing in the world.
Miles had enough brain cells left for one last reminder. “Make a high-pitched noise if you need to tap out.” He waited for the nod before letting his thoughts evaporate into the ether and sliding into Zach’s mouth.
It was better than he remembered—softer, warmer, sweeter. His hands burrowed into Zach’s hair, and he thrust forward, barely able to restrain himself. Zach accepted him easily, his guttural groan of satisfaction vibrating through every single one of Miles’s nerve endings.
Despite letting Miles set the pace, he was far from a passive participant—bobbing his head, swallowing around the tip, swirling his tongue in complex patterns.
But it wasn’t just the sensations that threatened to draw Miles under.
Watching Zach was hot—hotter than any porn Miles had ever seen.
Tears mixed with saliva coated his cheeks, and his faraway, blissful expression sent shivers of primal satisfaction down Miles’s spine.
He was doing this to Zach—wrecking him, unraveling him, pleasing him.
Heat radiated in every direction, tingling sensations from the bottom of his stomach rapidly unfolding, leaving no part of him unaffected.
He held back as long as he could, riding the edge of the razor, desperate for the moment to go on forever, but Zach’s eagerness made it impossible.
With a choked groan, Miles plunged deep one last time and warned, “Don’t swallow,” before the world burst into fireworks of blinding lights.
Gripping Zach’s soft strands was the only thing tethering him to reality, keeping him from floating off into space.
As the aftershocks faded, he pulled out, and Zach lurched forward, chasing after him.
Miles tutted and put himself away, taking his time to tuck his shirt in and button his jeans.
Only after making sure he was decent did he return his attention to the man kneeling in front of him.
With his mouth full of Miles’s come and his cock bobbing up and down with every breath, he was a vision.
A temptation. A delicious snack. Impossible to resist.
“I could make you kneel here all night, naked and needy, begging me to touch you.” Miles loved the words, loved how they poured from his tongue, how they affected Zach. “Or maybe I’ll take pity on you and let you get yourself off by rubbing up against my leg.”
Zach let out a muffled whimper, the gray expanse of his eyes pleading for mercy. Miles backed away, putting some distance between them, and gave Zach a wolfish grin. “Come here and I’ll let you get off.”
After a momentary hesitation, Zach shuffled over on his knees.
He couldn’t move fast, giving Miles a chance to really enjoy the sight of his complete submission.
By the time Zach closed the gap, Miles was half-hard again and eternally grateful he’d stumbled onto Zach’s chatroom.
This new dynamic extended far beyond the pleasure of the moment, beyond powerful orgasms and sexy roleplay.
It was the two of them, fitting together like puzzle pieces, giving each other exactly what they needed.
A release. An escape. A safe shelter from the rest of the world.
With one hand, he easily hauled Zach to his feet and steered him to the nearest tree for support. Zach needed it. He trembled and swayed, all wild eyes and mussed-up hair. No way could he stay upright on his own.
Once he was steady, curved in a gentle arch with his shoulders pressed against the bark and chest jutting out, Miles put a hand under his chin and waited.
Slowly, come dribbled from between Zach’s lips and pooled in Miles’s palm.
Miles shivered with the echo of his orgasm, wishing he could keep Zach like this forever—a hot, debauched mess.
He waited for the last few drops to trickle down Zach’s chin before lowering his hand.
The time for teasing was over. He wrapped his fingers around Zach’s steel shaft and gave it a firm pump.
The reaction was instantaneous. Zach gasped and bucked his hips, thrusting into Miles’s fist. In this moment, he was utterly lost to the world. He belonged to Miles. Only Miles.
“This isn’t just for lube.” Miles leaned in, growling the words into Zach’s ear. “I’m marking you.”
He loosened his grip, sliding down to Zach’s balls and rolling them in his palm, slipping two fingers into the crease, rubbing the slick mixture into Zach’s skin.
“I’m covering your pretty cock and your tight little balls in my come. You’re mine.”
Zach exhaled sharply and quivered, his helpless, begging gaze fixed on Miles. The familiar light-gray of his irises was gone, replaced by the bottomless black of blown-out pupils, and Miles gave in to the unspoken plea.
Three pumps later, Zach came with a low moan, sagging into the trunk, his gaze never wavering away from Miles.