“Me too,” Cael growled, not giving Zach a chance to finish his sentence. “Turn over.”
Cael reared back as Zach scrambled to get on his knees and elbows. Pushing his own jeans down a little more, Cael stroked his already-leaking dick, debating on whether he should run to the bedroom for lube or just spit in his hand. He didn’t have to think long as Zach reached back and pushed a small bottle of lubricant into his hand.
“Jesus, you planned for this?” Cael groaned. He squirted lube onto his fingers as Zach pushed his pants and underwear down a little farther.
“Are you complaining?” Zach grabbed his ass cheeks and spread them apart, revealing to Cael his tender opening.
“Hell no.” Fingers slicked, Cael quickly prepped Zach before sliding his aching, hard length slowly into Zach’s perfectly snug, hot tunnel.
“Fuck,” Zach hissed as Cael bottomed out. “So fucking good.”
“No shit.” Cael rocked his hips.
Cael leaned down over Zach’s back, wrapping an arm around his chest, as he continued to roll his pelvis and push deep inside him. Zach craned his head back a little, and Cael caught the corner of his mouth in a wet, sloppy kiss.
Zach’s body gradually flattened under Cael’s weight until Cael lay on top of him in a tight embrace, pinning him to the couch, buried balls-deep inside Zach.
“Jesus Christ, Manning, keep fucking me like this, making me rub my dick against the cushion, and you’re gonna make me come.”
“That’s the idea,” Cael whispered in his ear, pulling out and slamming into Zach, again and again.
Cael held him tight, panting with each pounding thrust. His skin, damp now with sweat, slapped against Zach’s. Cael knelt back, lifting Zach’s ass and grabbing his hips, then rammed into him, faster and harder.
Zach whimpered. “Cael.”
His name fell from Zach’s lips between ragged breaths.
Cael dug his fingertips into Zach’s hips, but his grip kept slipping from the sweat. He thrusted faster, his impending orgasm a lit fuse speeding toward its explosive end.
“Pook, I’m gonna come.” Cael clenched his teeth as his breath hitched. His body jerked, all the coiled energy exploding through him, drowning him in unbridled pleasure, and he grunted quietly. Making love to his best friend was more intense than anything he’d ever experienced and by far, the best sex of his life.
When he’d finished and had managed to breathe again, Cael pulled out. “Roll over.”
Zach flipped, revealing his rock hard dick, the tip moist and oozing. His skin flushed with the heat of arousal, Zach panted. Cael wasted no time. He leaned forward took Zach in his mouth, all the way down to the root.
Seconds later, Zach came down Cael’s throat, writhing beneath him, a hushed string of expletives tumbling out of his mouth. Cael pulled off Zach, leaving him still twitching, and leaned over him, unable to help his wide, satisfied grin.
“You look like you enjoyed that,” Cael smirked.
Zach smiled brightly, running a hand through his mussed, sweat-dampened hair. “So do you.”
“More than you know.” Cael pressed a tender kiss to Zach’s lips. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
Chapter 17
Zach clicked the screen to save his latest updates to the current user interface design he’d been working on and leaned back in his chair, air softly escaping the charcoal gray leather. His stomach rumbling, Zach removed his glasses—the ones he needed for staring at computer screens for hours a day—and set them on the desk, rubbing his hand over his face.
A quiet knock drew his attention, and Zach spun his chair, half-hoping Cael would be standing in the doorway with lunch. He’d left in a rush this morning, running late, thanks to Cael and his masterful lips and tongue. The lingering memory sent blood rushing to below.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t Cael who’d knocked on his office doorjamb. It was Riley, one of the junior analysts from marketing, and one of the few co-workers he considered somewhat of a friend.
Riley was about as outgoing as they came, and likely the most tomboyish woman he’d ever known. Cute too. She felt more like one of the guys than one of the girls—dressed like she was one of the guys too—all of which, he had to admit, he’d found he liked about her.
When they’d first met on her first day, she’d approached him, literally running after him, in the parking lot, quickly introduced herself with a firm handshake, and asked him out for coffee. Her timing had been terrible. It had been only a couple weeks since Megan had broken off their engagement. So, with a subtle shake of his head, he’d given her a simple, two-word response.
Sorry. Can’t.
