Chapter 21
ZACH
He'd asked Miles to be rough, hoping to stem the tide of feelings threatening to destroy him—the overwhelming love he felt for Miles, the realization that it could never be, no matter what either of them wanted, the despondency of having to leave him behind, of forgetting the glimmer of a life they could have had.
Zach needed some distance between them, and rough, impersonal sex should have done the trick.
It didn’t work. For all his attempts to be aggressive, Miles still managed to be thoughtful and sweet.
The way he tore Zach’s clothes off his body had been wild but not violent. His iron grip on Zach’s wrists was firm but not uncomfortable. The coarse scratch of Miles’s denim-clad thigh rubbing against Zach’s bare balls was humiliating, but also the hottest thing that had ever happened to him.
“You want me to fuck you?” Miles growled in his ear, plastering his broad frame over Zach. “You want to bend over and beg me to fill you up? Or are you going to keep humping my leg like the filthy slut you are?”
That dirty talk was going to push Zach over the edge if it didn’t stop.
Tiny explosions danced across his skin wherever Miles touched him, and his head swam in a fog of lust. In that moment, he would do anything Miles asked, anything at all.
He belonged to Miles, all of him, and he couldn’t even string two words together to tell him.
His shallow breaths and desperate moans would have to do the job.
He pumped his hips and hissed at the friction.
Before he could do it again, the weight was gone, replaced by cold air.
Zach made a plaintive sound as he watched Miles undo his zipper.
Desperate, ravenous need took over every fiber of his being as Miles pulled out his thick cock and gave it a slow pump.
They were bathed in shadows. With the lantern set to the lowest setting, there was barely any light, but Zach didn’t mind.
Already his other senses were in overdrive, and he’d probably come on the spot if he could see every detail.
Even the flex of Miles’s bicep as he stroked himself was almost too much.
Fuck, the man was hot.
Miles’s crisp, powdery scent intensified as he stalked closer and whirled Zach around, shoving him into the wall.
Zach slapped his palms against the rough surface and arched his back, sticking his ass out in invitation.
Almost instantly, he was rewarded with a lubed finger teasing at his entrance, waking up every nerve ending.
A part of him was apprehensive about asking Miles, who lacked any kind of sexual experience, to fuck him roughly without a prior conversation about the logistics of gay sex, but as Miles eased in, knuckle by knuckle, the doubts faded away.
If anything, Zach felt like the inexperienced one, whimpering and clawing at the plywood while expert fingers stretched him, scissoring inside his channel.
The sensations grew, bursts of heat licking at the base of his spine, building on one another until a fiery blaze roared inside him.
Each forceful peg against his prostate ricocheted between his groin and nipples like a live wire, until Zach had no choice but to let go, to leave himself at Miles’s mercy.
When Miles withdrew, Zach didn’t move, didn’t make a sound, fully trusting his Dom to take care of him.
“Do you have a condom?”
Miles kept his voice steady, but the scratchy rasp gave him away. He was as affected as Zach, barely able to contain himself. It was a testament to his caring nature that he’d managed to pause and ask the question.
Zach wasn’t as patient. “I got tested recently, and everything was negative. You’re a virgin. We’re fine.”
Strong hands landed on his hips and jerked him backward, forcing his hands to slip down the wall. Slightly off-balance, he set his legs further apart and felt Miles’s pleased hum wash over him like the highest praise.
Something blunt, much larger than fingers, rubbed inside his crease, spreading more lube. Zach wanted to sob at how empty he was, how badly he wanted Miles to own him, but he stood firm and waited. Miles would take care of him.
Slowly, carefully, Miles breached him with the thick head of his cock and paused, letting him adjust. Fuck, it burned. Despite the prep, it felt like Miles was splitting him in two. Zach’s tight ring of muscle pulsed around the intrusion, clenching, and they moaned in unison.
The initial pain quickly morphed into pleasure, and Zach wiggled his ass to signal his readiness. Miles’s grip tightened, digging into his skin hard enough to leave bruises.
“Fuck, Zee, you’re so tight. So hot. So perfect for me.”
He slid the rest of the way in, forcing a sharp gasp to rip out of Zach’s chest. They froze for the briefest of seconds, reveling in their connection, before Miles pulled out and slammed back in.
Again. And again. Over and over, until Zach lost all sense of time.
The world was reduced to the two of them locked together, the air thick with the smell of sex, skin slapping against skin.
He was full, bursting at the seams, raw and needy. Flayed open by Miles’s touch.
Objectively, Zach could point to the signs that this was Miles’s first time—an occasional hesitation, stutters in the rhythm, soft, tentative touches acting as wordless check-ins.
It would have been strange if Miles hadn’t fumbled at all.
But none of it detracted from the moment.
The random hookups from his past, with all of their experience and technique, couldn’t hold a candle to Miles’s primal grunts and sweet whispers.
Because Miles had something nobody else did.
Zach’s heart.
Without warning, Miles changed the angle, pegging Zach’s prostate with every thrust, and Zach’s legs almost gave way from the devastating ecstasy.
His orgasm circled around the fringes of his consciousness, and he tried to say something—that he was close, that he wanted to come—but all that came out was a garbled moan.
He needed friction but couldn’t move his hands without falling over. As if sensing his frustration, Miles picked up the pace and growled, “Don’t even think about touching yourself. If you want to come, come on my cock. Show me how much you love being stuffed.”
Zach had never had a hands-free orgasm, but he wanted to obey Miles. He clenched as hard as he could to chase the burn, and Miles’s rhythm faltered. “Mmm, you feel so good.” His voice was husky, but the gravelly growl of his Dom persona was gone.
This was Miles, his Miles, balancing on the edge, too far gone to keep up the act.
It was enough to push Zach off the cliff.
He shuddered as a wave of euphoria crashed into him, dragging him down.
If it hadn’t been for Miles’s strong hands holding him up, Zach would have fallen to his knees and melted into a puddle.
A deep groan reverberated all around, bouncing off the walls and vibrating under his skin, and then Miles went still, throbbing deep inside, his hot release filling Zach to the brim.
They stood motionless, faint echoes of their pleasure scattering in every direction. Eventually, when their ragged breathing evened out, Miles pulled away, and Zach winced at the sudden emptiness. Then, another unfamiliar sensation grabbed his attention.
“I can feel your come leaking out.”
His voice was hoarse from moaning, and the observation came out far more seductive than he’d intended.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Miles whispered. “I wish I could see.”
“You’re welcome to feel it.”
He meant it as a joke, a cheesy line from amateur porn, but Miles sucked in a breath and eagerly trailed his fingers down Zach’s hips and over the globes of his ass before slipping his fingers into the crease.
“Hottest fucking thing ever,” he rasped, sinking into Zach’s softened, wet hole, pumping slowly, playing with the rim. Zach loved it. He’d never been a fan of aftercare or cuddling, but Miles’s careful, deliberate caresses spoke of his deep affection and were everything Zach never knew he wanted.
Reluctantly, they separated. Zach tried to put himself back together—not just pulling on his clothes but coming back to reality. This short escape from the world may have felt like something bigger, but Zach knew what it was. What it had to be.
They didn’t exchange a single word as they left the shed and walked back to the fence until both of their houses were within view.
“I’ll probably be busy with Max settling in tomorrow,” Miles said. “I’ll try to get away, but I don’t know if I can.”
“It’s fine.” Zach infused his voice with nonchalance. “I’ll see you at the party, right?”
Miles leaned in to give Zach a peck on the cheek. “Wouldn’t miss it.”
Zach made a noise that vaguely resembled good night and fled before he could fall apart. Every step away from Miles was harder and harder to take, and the sharp sting of tears pricked his eyes.
He’d wanted to take advantage of the days they had left, to be with Miles, to feel him deep inside before their time ran out. Yet all it did was give him a taste of something heavenly. Something he’d spend the rest of his life dreaming about.
Something he couldn’t let himself have again.