Chapter 35 #2
They’d had sex before—life-changing, earth-shattering sex—yet Miles didn’t think he’d ever been this turned on. He craved Zach’s touch as much as the air he breathed. Maybe more.
“I’m close,” he panted, thrusting into Zach’s palm, riding another wave of pleasure. At some point, he’d closed his eyes, sagging against the side of the house and letting pure need overtake him. Sparks exploded behind his eyelids as he inched closer to his release.
Zach massaged with one hand, tugging at Miles’s belt with the other. It took some fumbling before the belt gave way, and Zach started undoing the buttons one by one.
Why couldn’t all clothes be tear-away? Nobody wanted to deal with buttons while in the throes of passion.
Once he was done, Zach impatiently shoved Miles’s pants and underwear to his thighs and sank down on his knees.
He didn’t tease, swallowing Miles down to the root right away, nose buried in Miles’s freshly trimmed pubic hair.
After making a gurgling sound that weakened Miles’s knees, he pulled back, his tongue frantically lashing back and forth to hit every sensitive spot on its way.
This was a no-holds-barred blowjob, the most erotic, aggressive assault on the senses.
Miles knew he wouldn’t last, not with Zach’s firm lips stretched obscenely wide, creating delicious suction.
He held out as long as he could, but then Zach hummed in satisfaction, and Miles was spilling down Zach’s throat without a warning.
Zach grabbed Miles’s thighs with both hands, holding him in place while his throat constricted and swallowed around Miles’s cock, drawing out his orgasm, milking him dry.
Miles’s legs almost buckled, and he braced himself against the wall, watching helplessly as Zach tucked him back into his boxers and fastened his slacks before standing up.
The moment he smirked, eyes red and glistening with moisture from choking on his dick, Miles was hit with a wave of possessiveness.
He was the only one allowed to see this expression on Zach’s face ever again. The only one allowed to make him cry with pleasure. The only one allowed to hear his moans.
Zach was his. Forever.
“We should go back before someone notices we’re gone,” Zach said.
“Yeah.”
Miles pushed away from the house and gestured in the direction of the party, but as soon as Zach turned around, he grabbed him by the waist and yanked, slamming them both into the wall.
Zach’s back was pressed firmly against Miles’s chest, his pert ass making Miles glad he had enough of a refractory period to avoid the temptation of fucking Zach twenty feet away from his brother’s wedding reception.
Instead, he snaked his hand down to undo Zach’s pants, peeling his underwear down just low enough for Zach’s cock to spring out. Miles wasn’t wasting any time, wrapping his hand tightly around it and thumbing the leaking slit.
Zach gasped in surprise. “Miles! You said we should go.”
“No, you said that,” Miles replied playfully. “I have to do something first.”
With slow, deliberate movements, he slid his other arm up from Zach’s waist, fingers lightly tracing Zach’s stomach and chest before tightening around his throat.
The glossy fabric of Zach’s tie bunched under his palm, erratic pulse thrumming under the soft skin of his neck.
Miles applied enough pressure that it wouldn’t hinder Zach’s breathing but would definitely remind him who he belonged to.
Zach’s dick throbbed in his hand, and Miles chuckled. “You like that? You like being helpless while I do whatever I want to you?” He lowered his voice. “You like your pretty dick on display so everyone can see how hard you are for me?”
Zach choked back a moan, his throat jumping under Miles’s fingers. He tightened his grasp and gave a few slow strokes, enjoying Zach’s whimpers of submission.
“Imagine if someone came around the corner. They’d see how needy you are, so desperate for my touch that you’d do anything. You’d bend over for me right here, wouldn’t you? You’d get on your hands and knees on the dirty ground and beg me to fuck your pretty hole?”
It didn’t matter that five minutes ago, Miles had been the desperate one.
It didn’t matter that if someone came around the corner, Miles’s first reaction would have been to hide Zach, to keep him safe.
Nothing he said made any practical sense, but it made Zach writhe and let out soft, pleading noises, and that was all he cared about.
“They’d see how good you are for me, doing anything I tell you. So, when I tell you to come—” He licked the shell of Zach’s ear, picking up the pace until his fist was flying back and forth over Zach’s shaft. “—you’re gonna come.”
Zach shuddered in his arms, moaning as hot come spurted into Miles’s fist and dripped on the ground.
When the aftershocks faded and Zach stilled, Miles examined his hand.
“You wouldn’t happen to have a tissue in your pocket, would you?”
Instead of responding, Zach grabbed his wrist and brought it to his mouth, licking the palm clean before sucking on Miles’s fingers. His tongue swirled around each digit, making Miles wish they could go for round two.
“Okay, that’s good,” he rasped, slowly pulling back. “If you keep doing that, we’re going to be here all night.”
He helped Zach put himself together, making sure they were both decent before peeking around the corner. No one was paying attention, and they were able to stroll out and rejoin the party as if nothing had happened.