Asher dropped his pants and silk boxers, then grabbed the bottle of lube and popped open the cap. He coated his fingers with lube and eased his forefinger into Zach. As ready as he was to pound Zach’s ass, he didn’t want to hurt Zach through lack of preparation. Instead, he tormented Zach by stroking his prostate, wanting Zach begging and desperate.
It didn’t take much; within moments, Zach was breathing hard and pushing himself back onto Asher’s finger. “More! Please, I need more!”
Asher added a second finger and scissored them, although not as slowly and carefully as usual. His own need was too great, and his control was rapidly slipping away.
“Enough! You won’t hurt me. Just fuck me now!”
That was all the encouragement Asher needed. He grabbed a tissue from the box on his desk to wipe off his fingers, then snatched up the condom packet and tore into it. He rolled on the condom with hands shaking from the great depth of his desire, and only gripping Zach’s hip stilled them. Guiding himself into position, he pushed against Zach’s tight entrance, groaning as he claimed Zach with one deep thrust.
Zach rocked back, taking Asher in deeper. “You feel so good!”
Asher pushed deep and held there, bending over Zach’s back to bite down on his shoulder. “So do you,” he growled against Zach’s skin as he began to move, teasing Zach with short, shallow thrusts. “You feel perfect, so hot and tight. I couldn’t wait another minute to be inside you.”
“Good,” Zach murmured, throwing his head back. “Now fuck me like you promised, hard and deep!”
Asher grabbed Zach’s hips, clamping down on Zach’s fair skin, and let go, giving in to all the need he felt to make Zach his alone. He forgot about finesse as he pounded into Zach again and again, his rhythm erratic as he grew closer to the edge.
Zach rocked back to meet every thrust, and the pleasure of Zach’s welcoming body was too much. Asher bit back a cry as he surrendered to ecstasy, driving deep one last time as he came hard. When the waves of pleasure ebbed, he slumped over Zach and nuzzled kisses on the back of his neck, not wanting to pull away yet.
“No one else has ever wound me up like that before,” he said, kneading Zach’s hips.
“Good.” Zach’s voice held a distinct tone of satisfaction, and he continued to rock his hips slowly. “Now you know how you make me feel.”
Asher couldn’t help but feel a little smug. If Zach was in half the state of perpetual arousal that Asher had been in since the weekend, the wait must have been torturous for him too. He eased out at last and grabbed more tissues to dispose of the condom and clean himself up swiftly. Then he pulled up and refastened his clothes—but he wasn’t finished with Zach yet.
“Turn around,” he said.
Zach complied, facing Asher with a questioning look. His hair was mussed, and he was breathing fast, his cock standing up straight and hard. “What do you have in mind now?”
Instead of answering with words, Asher dropped to his knees and curled his fingers around the base of Zach’s cock. He leaned in and dragged his tongue along the underside to tease Zach before drawing the head into his mouth and circling it with his tongue. He rarely did this, but even with his immediate need sated, he still craved a taste of Zach’s pleasure.
Zach’s gasp was accompanied by a shudder of pleasure, and he buried his fingers in Asher’s hair. “Oh, God… that feels so good!”
The feel of Zach’s fingers in his hair coaxed a pleased hum from Asher’s throat as he took Zach deeper. He cupped Zach’s balls in one hand, rolling them gently as he worked Zach’s cock, wanting to stoke Zach’s need.
Zach’s head fell back, and his breathing sped up as he gave himself over to the experience. After several long moments, he glanced down at Asher, licking his lips as he watched Asher sucking his cock. “So close….”
Asher relaxed his jaw and gave Zach’s hip a little squeeze to let him know it was okay to move. He was enjoying teasing and tasting Zach too much to stop and speak. Zach’s eyes widened, and then he took the invitation and fucked Asher’s mouth with shallow thrusts. Then he cried out, tightening his fingers in Asher’s hair as he came. Asher swallowed greedily, and he didn’t draw back until the aftershocks had faded and Zach was growing sensitive. Only then did Asher stand up and slide his arms around Zach, pulling him into a deep, leisurely kiss, wanting Zach to taste himself on Asher’s tongue.
With a soft moan, Zach kissed Asher back, wrapping his arms around Asher in return and clinging to him as though he wasn’t able to stand on his own. Asher held Zach close, silently encouraging Zach to lean on him as he continued the kiss, in no hurry to end it. Part of him could scarcely believe he’d let his control slip that much; no one else had ever come close to getting him so wound up, despite their skills in bed. But Zach made Asher feel and do all kinds of new things—and Asher was most surprised by how little he minded.
Zach pulled back, favoring Asher with a smile full of affection. “That was incredible. Unexpected, but incredible.”
“I’m glad you didn’t mind.” Asher smoothed his hands up and down the length of Zach’s back. “I thought we’d be able to enjoy the ice skating more if we got this out of our systems first, and by we, I mean me, since I’m the one who’s been going crazy all day.”
“I’ve been a little wound up myself,” Zach admitted. He leaned into the caress for a moment, then sighed. “I should put myself back together so I can go to the bathroom and change into street clothes.”
“Take your time. Most people are gone for the day, but there are probably a few stragglers, and you look well-fucked right now,” Asher said with a wicked grin, not feeling a single twinge of remorse.
“I suppose it’s truth in advertising, then,” Zach replied. He grabbed some tissues from the box on Asher’s desk, cleaning himself up, then pulled up his pants and made himself presentable once more. “There. Am I still mussed?”
“Your cheeks are still flushed, and you’ve got that doe-eyed look you always get after sex.” Asher tugged at the waist of Zach’s shirt to straighten it, feeling far more relaxed than he usually did at the end of the work day.
Zach stared at him in consternation. “Doe-eyed? Me? Really?”
“Your eyes go all soft and warm.” Asher stroked his cheek gently and offered a reassuring smile. “I like it. It means I’ve done something right.”
“You always do things right,” Zach said, his expression softening as he leaned into the touch, seeking more. “I just hope I please you as much as you please me.”
