Chapter 34
CHAPTER
THIRTY-FOUR
KENNEDY
Ziggy has no idea what he does to me. Those large, sweet brown eyes. The way his small face fits perfectly in my hand. All that wild hair that feels so good in my grip. The way his piercings feel when we kiss.
If I weren’t so horny, I’d spend all my time kissing him.
I reach down to rub him through his pants, and he rocks into my touch.
“Do … do you have … what we need?” he asks. His voice is breathy and low, so sexy it makes my balls ache.
“Sure do.” I wasn’t missing my chance. If he wants this, I’m going to be ready for him.
I’ve long stopped taking my wallet places out of habit, and stuffed the condom and travel lube into my pocket instead.
With Ziggy being a virgin, I might have overdone it with how many lube packets I brought, but I want to make sure he enjoys this.
I didn’t like my first time bottoming, so I rarely do it, but with his piercing, I can’t lie and say I’m not interested.
For tonight though, I need to get inside him.
“You still want to do this?” I check.
The slow, sexy smile that unfurls for me has nerves ripple through my gut. “I’ve been waiting for this my whole life.”
Those words hit something beyond the physical. “Shit.” I tug open my pants, and the truck feels a whole lot smaller as I roll off him and fight to get naked.
Being smaller than me, Ziggy has an easier time of it, and when I’m finally stripped and look over again, my breath catches in my chest.
He’s stunning.
Long, pale frame. Narrow waist. Piercing through the head of his hard cock, like a jewel in a crown. He’s stunning.
“How many piercings do you have?” I ask, wrapping my hand around my cock to make it behave.
“Sixteen.”
My gaze hovers over those tight pink nipples. “Ever thought about getting these done?” I flick one, and he hisses.
“Briefly. But then I left home and haven’t had one since.” He reaches for my shoulders, and this time, he’s the one who straddles me. My cock is trapped between us with nowhere to go, and it’s torture. “What about you?” he asks.
“Me?”
Ziggy runs a thumb over my nipple, making me shiver. “Yeah. I’ve noticed how much you like them played with. Imagine a piercing here.” He pinches my nipple and gives it a tug. “So much easier for me to tease them.”
He doesn’t need an easier time of it when each little tug sends a spark of pleasure through me. “Keep that up and I could come.”
“Isn’t that the point?”
“Not until I do it in your ass.”
The hitched inhale from him makes me grin. He watches me as I lift my hand to my mouth and suck on my fingers until they’re wet.
Since getting my tongue inside him, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about Ziggy’s hole. He turns me on so fucking much that I’m insatiable when it comes to him, and with me working so hard, I don’t get to spend as much time naked with him as I’d like.
One day, we’ll take a whole day off, just the two of us, in his bed, only leaving it when we need food and water.
Maybe not even then.
I slip my fingers between his cheeks, and Ziggy’s grip on my shoulders tightens.
“Can you relax for me?” I tilt my head back so I can watch his face properly. He’s only a few inches away, and I read the worry in his eyes easily.
He swallows deeply and nods.
“Good. That’s the only thing I want you to focus on. I’ll take care of the rest.”
His exhale ghosts over my face, and then he reaches between us and wraps our cocks up in his grip. I sigh without meaning to, but I challenge anyone to be touched by Ziggy and not completely fall apart.
My fingers find his hole, brushing over the soft skin and remembering how hot it feels to be inside him. I’m all nervous anticipation as I rub his opening, trying to get him to relax enough for this to happen.
“I’ve got you,” I murmur.
“I know.” His hand slides from my shoulder, up to hold my neck, as his other strokes us slowly.
He doesn’t need to keep me on edge, but if it’s keeping him horny, I’m going to bite my tongue and get through it.
As good as it feels, I’m not coming until I’m inside him. And it feels really, really good.
I get the tip of my first finger past his tight ring and spend a few minutes dipping it in and out. Each time, I manage to get a little deeper, and I really have to fight against the way his body is trying to pull me in. He’s hungry for it.
The thought makes my cock throb. I’ve never been overly claimy and possessive, but there’s something about knowing that no one else has ever experienced this. No one’s gotten to enjoy him naked. No one else has kissed him or sunk into his body.
He’s all mine.
I’ve so desperately wanted someone who was mine.
And Ziggy feels like it. Like I’ve been waiting for him. The way something in my chest has connected in a way that feels natural.
Nothing forced. No uncertainty.
My finger buries to the knuckle, and I smile softly at him. “You’re doing so good.”
His breathing has gotten louder, cock still rock hard, and his lips twitch like he wants to smile too. When I stroke my finger in and out, his eyes fall closed, and his forehead meets mine.
I close my eyes too, reveling in the feel of his soft hair tickling my face, in his hand on my dick, and his skin skimming mine. I bring my free hand up to rest on his back, and I love the way all that living, breathing warmth infects me.
When he’s taking me easier, I tear the lube open with my teeth, coat my hand, and add a second finger. There’s tension for a second, and I pause, letting him adjust, feeling him fight the way he naturally wants to resist and forces himself to relax instead.
“That’s it …” I tell him. “Just like that.”
“Keep going.”
I test him out, slowly moving in and out. His cock has softened a little, but it doesn’t take long for him to get it back as I work my fingers deeper.
The air in the cab has thickened with our heavy breathing, windows fogging and my hair sticking to my neck.
Ziggy’s panting has gotten heavier as he thrusts into his fist and back onto my fingers, the pain clearly gone.
The more he enjoys himself, the more I can get into it as well.
I stop overanalyzing and focus instead on the pressure around my fingers, how sexy he feels inside, and slowly work him open, knowing it’ll be my cock’s turn soon.
“You’re perfect,” I tell him, and the trueness of it grips my heart. There isn’t a single goddamn thing I’d change about Ziggy, and I hope he feels the same. I hope I can be everything he needs me to be.
Because it’s taken until this very moment for me to realize that I don’t need a lot.
I just need to be loved.
I catch his lips in a kiss, and the way I know it’s him even without being able to see is one of my favorite things. His piercings, his scent, the way he kisses me like he needs it.
I’d give Ziggy my life if he let me.
All of it.
I add another finger, but I’m barely aware of it, and when he keeps kissing, keeps stroking, it’s like he hasn’t noticed either.
The need is ballooning around us, pressing down with this suffocating tension that has sweat prickling across skin.
My lungs are tight from the heavy air, thighs slick from the friction between us, and when he moans, deep and longing, my balls pull tight.
“Ziggy …” I mutter between kisses. “I need this. Need you so bad.”
“Me too,” he whispers, and that grip around my heart tightens. “What do I do?”
I pull my fingers out and search for the condom. In my need, I’m hardly paying attention to anything other than getting it open and rolling it down my shaft. Then I tear into the closest lube packet and squeeze it out over my cock. Before I can rub it in, Ziggy takes over.
His slick hand moves over me, feeling like a dream, and I have to catch his wrist to stop him.
“It’s time for you to sit on my cock now.”
A whimper starts and dies in the back of his throat. “How?”
There are too many positions I want to try with him that my brain short-circuits.
We’re limited in what we can do in the truck though, so my greediness will have to wait.
“Ah …” As much as I’d love to see the exact moment I enter him for the first time, that won’t work here.
“Stay like this. That way, you can take me at your pace.”
His eyes are hooded as he reaches down and positions my cock at his entrance. He looks almost as horny as I am, lips red and puffy, hair stuck to his face in damp clumps. “Like this?”
“Don’t go too fast. Speaking from experience.”
He holds my gaze as he presses down onto me, and there are a few seconds of resistance before he stretches open and sucks me in. The initial pressure around my cockhead is pure fucking bliss, and Ziggy pauses, squeezing impossibly tight before he relaxes again.
“You okay?”
It takes him a second. “Yeah.” He lets go of my cock, both hands cupping my face, and his thumb swipes over my cheek. “How are you real?”
That whispered question shocks my brain silent. Ziggy’s looking at me in a way I’ve never seen before. His guard is down, his openness is shining through, and all I feel is trust and warmth and something that’s making my throat tight.
He sinks down onto me, and I don’t regret not seeing it now.
Not when everything staring back at me is what I’ve been waiting for my whole life.
Someone who sees me. Who wants me. The kind of person as ready for this as I am.
And to get all of that from Ziggy, the one person who didn’t hit me with an instatruck of love. He was a steady softness, a slow-burning addiction, the kind that crept into my soul before I knew what was happening and took me by surprise.
He’s filled all the darkest corners that I didn’t even know I had, and I’m scared and raw, but so, so ready for this.
I’m falling for him.
I never want to stop.
My hand tangles into his hair, and I tug his face to mine. Our mouths collide, and I funnel every last scrap of emotion into our kiss. Ziggy starts to move, rocking up and down on my cock, and the ripples he sends through my dick are enough to make my toes curl over.
We move together, a hungry, sweaty mess of limbs and want. I’m panting into his mouth, gripping his hip with one hand as I increase my thrusts. Ziggy’s taking me easier now, and his precum is leaving sticky streaks over my skin.
It’s incredible how much he turns me on. How I can want him, and it doesn’t feel like I’m doing something wrong. I don’t think there will ever be a time where I’m not scared I’ll lose him, but while we’re together, in moments like this, it’s perfect.
Time with him settles something inside of me that has been hurting for a really long time.
He breaks our kiss to puff a labored breath over my lips. “I didn’t know what I thought at first,” he whispers. “But this is …” His gasp hits me deep. “Kenny.”
Fuck, I love hearing his voice. I love the scratchy way it clings to my name and fills it with more emotion than it’s ever had before.
I’m tilting my hips in time with Ziggy riding me, and until right now, I’d almost forgotten how much I really love sex.
Filling his body, feeling the way I’m making him tremble, how quickly he’s losing control, the way his ass is gripping my cock, it’s an explosion of good and only good—something I don’t get a lot of in my life.
And it’s only now, while I’m letting go, free of worry and high off this feeling, that it hits me how long it’s been since I’ve had real sex. Desperate, needy, clingy sex is the usual. Sex where the pressure is on to make it good so they don’t leave me has become the norm.
But Ziggy is still here. And better than that: he makes sure I know he’s not going anywhere.
The freedom that comes with that is indescribable.
Ziggy moans, bouncing on my cock faster. I reach around to grip his shaking ass, wishing I could see it, even as I can’t drag my gaze from his face. His eyes are glossy, so blissed-out, cheeks slapped red with pleasure as I tilt my hips to get as deep inside him as possible.
I’m achingly hard, and Ziggy has made a mess of my stomach as he grinds against it.
“You close?”
“Please,” he struggles to get out. “T-touch me …”
I release one hand from his ass and wrap it around his needy dick. Ziggy gasps at the contact, and it almost makes me come. He feels almost too good. I’m trying to hold on for him, but I don’t know how much longer I can make myself last.
Especially not when I remember that I’m the first person ever to have filled his hole.
And I’m going to make sure I’m the last.
I catch his mouth with mine, drawing him back into a kiss as I slam into him. I’m fucking him so fast that all I can hear is the way our bodies meet, mixed with his uncontrollable panting, and I can’t take it anymore.
I’m burning up. The windows of the truck have completely fogged over, and the cab has gotten suffocating as our need thickens the air.
His sweaty body is flush against mine, and I’ve never been more turned on by anyone.
I have to keep him.
I have to.
He stiffens, ass clamping tight around me, and then his dick is throbbing in my hold. Cum floods from my fist onto my skin, and a tremor passes through me that pools in my balls until it gets to be too much.
I grunt as I come, rippling waves of my orgasm unbearable for a second before the high takes over. All that passes through my brain is his name and his lips and those eyes and the way I’m addicted to every single part of him.
He’s panting hard, head on my shoulder, hands resting on my chest. I hold him. Just hold him. Letting myself sink into the moment and the knowledge that he’s mine. I want to cuff him to me and never let him go.
Ziggy’s lips meet my neck, and my eyes flutter against the softness.
“My sweet Ziggy.”
He kisses me again. “My sunshine.”