Chapter 17 #3
In reality, Miles’s dollar-store deodorant probably had a perfectly bland name, like Clean Linen or Cool Mountain.
He relaxed in Miles’s firm grip. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to go off like that. You don’t have to answer.”
“Hush, baby,” Miles rasped, his lips brushing up against the edge of Zach’s ear, sending goosebumps down his arms. “I’ll tell you anything you want to know.
I don’t have any secrets from you.” He paused to kiss Zach’s temple.
“I liked it. Of course I liked it. I couldn’t stop thinking about everything I could do to you after you showed me your toys, so I did some research on Dom/sub dynamics. ”
Research? He knew Miles had been up to something, but he never would have guessed that he’d been busy looking up kinks. “Is that why you kept blushing at your phone?”
Miles laughed, a bright sound that made Zach’s stomach swoop. “Yeah, some of it was articles and blog posts, but a lot was straight-up porn.”
“And what, you’re into BDSM now?”
“Kinda. I figured out pretty quickly that the hardcore stuff wasn’t for me, but what you said sounded really hot. The more I read about it, the more I wanted to try it out.”
“And you figured you’d practice on me?” The words came out bitter, defensive.
“Zee…” Miles brushed his fingers under Zach’s chin and gently angled his head.
Zach’s heart thumped wildly against his ribs at the proximity, and he licked his lips, trying to taste the whisper of Miles’s breath.
Miles’s eyes flickered down to the movement, his tender look of concern morphing to hunger.
Seconds later, he was moving, closing the distance between them, slamming his mouth onto Zach’s.
This kiss was different from the others. Softer. Deeper. They weren’t hiding in the safety of the dark. The rays of the setting sun illuminated their faces, allowing them to witness each other’s emotions whenever they paused for a quick breath before coming together again.
As they tangled their tongues in an unhurried, languid dance, Zach took his time to explore, to map out every corner he could reach, to savor every nuance of Miles’s taste.
Underneath the sweetness of sugar and peanut butter, there was more—a subtle flavor of Miles himself, simple yet addicting, unlike anything Zach had ever tasted before.
He needed more. He was starving for it. Changing the pace, he jolted forward and licked into Miles’s hot mouth with feral intensity. Miles matched his energy, setting his palm on the nape of Zach’s neck to hold him in place.
After a few minutes, or hours—Zach had lost all ability to tell time—Miles threaded his fingers through Zach’s hair and pulled him away.
The mild sting zinged straight to his groin.
Miles’s sweet displays of dominance made him melt.
It should have been impossible to be so forceful and caring at the same time, but Miles managed to keep surprising him.
“No,” Miles said firmly, all playfulness gone.
“I wasn’t practicing or experimenting. I want you.
You’ve been driving me wild since the first day I got there, and I was so fucking confused at first. I had no idea what was happening.
And then you showed me your toys, and it was all I could think about.
You with soft leather around your wrists, bound to the bed, helpless, moaning, naked and splayed out for me.
” Miles’s voice was hoarse, and a quick peek at the bulge in his jeans proved that he was as turned on as Zach.
His hand tightened around Zach’s neck, fingers digging in to the point of pain, and Zach bit off a groan.
“I want to do it again,” he continued. “What are your limits? What do you hate? I only want to bring you pleasure.”
Zach’s first impulse had been to wave off the question and keep losing himself in the moment, but despite the haze of lust in the air, he could tell Miles was waiting. He was genuine about wanting to know. He’d taken his research seriously.
“No sharing,” Zach replied after a moment of thought. “No hardcore pain. No orgasm denial either. If you get to come, so do I.”
Chuckling, Miles ran the tip of his tongue down Zach’s ear, sucking the earlobe between his lips and giving it a sharp bite, then continuing the journey down his neck, stopping every once in a while to nip at the sensitive skin.
Zach swallowed. “What about you?”
“I honestly don’t know yet.” Each word brushed Zach’s collarbone. “We’ll figure it out together.”
The last remnants of Zach’s hesitation faded away. Whatever was in store for them—this was Miles. Sweet, caring Miles.
And Zach was ready to worship every delicious inch.
Or, even better, Miles could force him to worship every delicious inch.
He moaned at the idea of Miles towering over his helpless body, shoving his gorgeous cock down Zach’s throat.
“Be quiet for me, my sweet little toy.”
The reaction to Miles’s Dom voice was instinctual. Zach lowered his head and whispered, “Yes.”
The world blurred as Miles pulled them to their feet and let go, eyeing Zach up and down with a dangerous smile.
“Take off your shirt.”