They tumbled down on the bed together, legs tangling, arms reaching for one another. Zach’s lean thighs straddled Sam’s hips, his face still hidden in the ambient darkness. This was the time when Sam usually made haste with the preliminaries, wanting to get down to the raw basics of why he and the man were in bed together. Give him minimal prep and hard, hot fucking. Anything to achieve the all-enveloping post-orgasmic bliss, obliterating everything in its path. Physical satisfaction rather than emotional was his desired end.
But at the touch of Zach’s hand on his face, Sam tensed. He wanted to tell him, “Stop; that’s not how I want it to work for me.” Instead, Sam leaned into Zach’s hand and grabbed the nape of his neck, pulling him down for a deep, searching kiss. Their tongues twisted together and their breaths merged; Zach’s cock rested hard against Sam’s thigh, and Sam groaned into Zach’s mouth.
“Where’s your stuff? Tell me you brought.”
Breathing heavily, his mouth slightly open and gleaming wet, Zach nodded and scrambled to the opposite side of the bed, retrieving his supplies from the drawer of the night table.
“C’mre.” Sam held out his arm, and Zach slid in next to him, their bodies molding together. He began kissing Zach, trailing a hot, wet path of kisses from Zach’s smooth brow, down his bristled cheek and tightly clenched jawline, stopping only to whisper in Zach’s ear. “Relax.” He continued to press kisses down the side of Zach’s neck.
Zach swallowed, his throat moving against Sam’s lips. “I am. Don’t stop.”
Not a fucking chance.Sam grinned to himself and gazed down at the man now spread out beneath him, his body perfect in the lavender dimness of the room. He dipped his head again and with their eyes locked, Sam braced his hands on either side of Zach’s body and kissed down his chest and flat stomach until he reached Zach’s cock. Before he took it in his mouth, Sam licked around its rigid length, enjoying Zach’s groans and pants.
“Jesus, stop torturing me already.”
Sam gave him only a brief smile before tracing the head of Zach’s cock with his tongue. Zach’s harsh breath and quickened pelvic thrusts all spurred Sam on, and he engulfed Zach’s cock in his mouth, sliding down fully until he reached its base. He increased the pressure of both his lips and tongue, sucking hard, until with a harsh cry, Zach came, streaming hot and heavy down Sam’s throat. Sam swallowed and pulled the last bit of pleasure from Zach.
After he withdrew, Sam leaned his face against Zach’s thigh, breathing in his warm scent, sensing the ripples across his skin. Several moments passed before Sam kissed Zach’s thigh and sat up.
Zach lay still, but his eyes were wide open, and a small smile curved his lips.
“Feel good?” Sam couldn’t help but ask, shocked at the nervous flutter in his chest. He was almost forty years old for Christ’s sake and had been having sex since he was sixteen; all of a sudden this was different in a way he didn’t understand.
“If you have to ask, I guess I wasn’t loud enough, huh?” Zach rolled over on his stomach, giving Sam the first look at his ass. “But now it’s about making you feel good.” Peering over his shoulder through the tumble of dark waves of his hair, Zach flashed a smile. “Once you’re inside me, I promise to let you know how good I feel.”
Desire pooled in Sam’s groin, and his cock twitched; the sight of all that naked flesh in front of him short-circuited his brain cells. Zach’s body gleamed like cool marble in the dim light of the bedroom, but he was warm to his touch. And Sam touched Zach all over, smoothing his hands over the round globes of Zach’s ass, sweeping up Zach’s back to his shoulders. Sam followed the touch of his hands with his lips, pressing kisses along each vertebra of Zach’s spine, licking the cords of Zach’s neck until Zach writhed beneath him, spreading his legs wider and tilting his ass in the air.
“Now. Comeon.”
Sam grinned, pleased by Zach’s insistent need, and slid his fingers in the crease of Zach’s ass playing up and down, while Zach vibrated beneath his touch. Yeah, it fed his ego a bit, no lie. Having this young guy out of his mind, wanting Sam so desperately, was a huge turn-on.
With one hand, Sam reached for the bottle of lube and snapped it open, dribbling it over his fingers and Zach’s opening. Zach shifted his legs wider and braced his knees on the bed.
“Now; do it now. I’ve been waiting all evening.”
For a moment Sam faltered. He hadn’t misheard, nor was he imagining Zach’s naked, lithe body and perfect ass under his hands. He ripped open the condom wrapper and rolled it down his shaft, then pushed the head of his sheathed cock into Zach, sinking deep inside.
Zach groaned, a dark, powerful sound, sending a surge of lust through Sam’s blood. He wasn’t going to last to make it pretty and nice for Zach; he wanted him too much. Zach’s ass clutched his cock tight, drawing him in deeper; Sam held tight to Zach’s hips and thrust inside him three, four, five times before his orgasm pounded through him, shattering him into a thousand pieces, leaving him gasping for air.
The intensity of his orgasm robbed him of the capacity to think straight. Sam collapsed, flattening Zach to the bed, his cock still buried in Zach’s ass, balls-deep. It had been months since he’d last gotten laid and even then, the sex hadn’t been as off the charts as this. He nuzzled against the curve of Zach’s neck, wondering if he had it in him to go again later tonight, and if Zach would ask him to stay.
“Please get off me.” Beneath him, Zach’s body stiffened and shook. Alarmed, Sam slipped out of Zach’s body, then rolled to his side.
“Are you all right?” He reached out with a tentative hand to touch the smooth expanse of Zach’s back, but when Sam’s hand came in contact with his skin, Zach flinched and pulled away. “I didn’t mean—”
“It’s okay.” Though Zach’s voice was muffled, Sam didn’t detect any anger. Zach rolled over to face him, and even in the dim moonlight, Sam could see anxiety creasing Zach’s face in the furrowed brow and pinched skin around his mouth. “I, I don’t like being held down. I’m sorry.”
Sam stripped off the condom and tossed it in the trash, then returned to the bed and lay down next to Zach.
“You have nothing to be sorry about.” He traced the jut of Zach’s cheekbone with his finger. “I didn’t think to ask how you like it. Things happened so fast, and you kind of blew me away.”
A small smile teased Zach’s lips. “Yeah?”
Somewhat unsteady and uncertain, Sam brushed his lips against Zach’s. “Yeah.”
Zach bit his lip and looked surprisingly nervous after his wild abandon in bed. “Sam?”
“Hmm?”
