“Keep going, don’t stop,” growled Sam, skimming his hands up Zach’s hips, the roughness of his touch adding to the already crazy sensations zinging through Zach.
“Please,” begged Zach, shamelessly arching up to create skin-to-skin contact between them. He rubbed against Sam’s stomach, their cocks bumping and sliding, the wetness providing some friction but not enough—nowhere near enough—for him. “Sam, please touch me.”
“You do it.” Sam knelt over him. “Pretend your hand is mine when you squeeze the head of your cock. Go ahead do it.”
And Zach, unable to tear his eyes away from Sam, complied, a needy moan escaping his lips.
“Up and down now. Jack yourself but think of me, my hand touching you. My fingers inside you, sliding in your ass, all the time your balls ache and you want to come so badly you hurt inside.”
Uncaring how he looked anymore, Zach dug his heels into the bed and thrust into his hand, thinking of Sam’s hand doing it to him, lost in the haze of desire. A finger probed his entrance, then slid in, cool and slick, moving slowly until it wedged its way in fully.
“How’s that feel, baby. You want me to move?”
Capable only of whimpering, Zach pushed against Sam’s hand, craving more fullness inside him. That night they’d spent together resurfaced, and Zach wanted to recapture that magic and the way Sam made him come alive.
“More, harder.” Zach knew he babbled, didn’t know what he was saying. All he knew was he wanted Sam. “Please don’t leave me.”
“I won’t. Let it go. I’m right here. Give it up. Go on.”
And Sam withdrew the one finger only to slide back in with two for a moment. Zach could feel the orgasm building inside him and tried to hold off, wanting to prolong the closeness, but he was useless against the force of his body. It ripped through him like a freight train, shattering him into oblivion, until he struggled back to reality, gasping for breath.
He lay still for a moment, registering the stickiness on his chest. “I want you so bad,” he whispered. “I need you.”
“You’ve got me. Now hold on.” Sam rolled on a condom and slicked himself up. He leaned over, and the head of his cock nudged Zack’s hole. “Put your arms around me.” The head of his cock pushed inside, and Zach could’ve cried with relief.
If possible, it was better than the first time they were together. Zach barely registered the initial burn before Sam’s cock sank so deep, it filled up every achingly empty space in his body. Zach felt consumed, enveloped, and enervated, his body in tune to the music and rhythm of Sam’s movement inside him.
He loved it.
With his hands braced on either side of Zach’s shoulders, Sam never took his eyes off Zach, not even when he moved, thrusting hard and deep, so deep Zach knew long after Sam would be gone he’d forever be imprinted in Zach’s body and soul.
Sam strained and pushed against him, and Zach responded, shifting his legs up to his shoulders, giving Sam better access. Sam pressed his hands onto the headboard of the bed, changed his angle, and hit Zach’s prostate, sending an electric current zinging through him again.
“Oh God, please, please,” he twisted underneath Sam, whose face looked oddly serious and vulnerable, driving into Zach harder and faster until Zach forgot where he was, what day it was, and almost his own name. Crazy colors flashed before his eyes and he split apart, his skin flayed raw and tingling to the touch.
With not quite a cry or a grunt, but a sound of desperation, Sam threw his head back and came, filling the condom with liquid heat, then shuddered and fell on top of Zach, the air forced out of him in a whoosh of shocked breath. Sated and limp as Zach was, the old trembling began. Sam immediately rolled off and lay on his back next to Zach, still breathing heavily.
It was times like this Zach wanted a man who wouldn’t mind cuddling. Sometimes a person simply needs to be held. There was so much inside him he’d yet to reveal to anyone, but he wasn’t yet there with Sam.
Too early for that. Zach shifted in the bed, wishing for human contact, skin-to-skin, a touch, a caress. He wondered—would Sam pull away if he moved closer to rest his head on Sam’s shoulder? How sad it was that you could make love with a person, take them inside your body yet still be so uncertain of the workings of their heart. All his life he’d waited to be wanted by the right man, yet, at twenty-nine, he was no closer to figuring out who it might be than when he’d been nineteen.
So when Sam took Zach’s hand in his and laced their fingers together, Zach’s surprise was so great, he almost missed what Sam whispered to him.
“I’m not running away. So whenever you decide to talk some more, I’m here.”
Chapter Fourteen
A coupleof weeks later, Sam and Henry met in the park to play ball. It was nice that it was relatively empty so early on a Sunday morning, and once they’d finished tossing the ball around, they sat on a bench under the shade of a large oak tree and caught up with each other’s news. Henry had some new project lined up for him, but he didn’t want to talk business. He was more interested in ferreting out whatever information he could about Zach.
“I tell you, there’s something else besides Zach living at home. Young, single, and rich doesn’t live at home with mommy unless there are other issues.” Henry handed him a bottle of water from the cooler they’d placed under the tree.
He and Zach had spent almost every evening cocooned together in his apartment since the day Zach had cornered him at the pastry shop. Last night, before he’d left Sam’s apartment to go home, Zach casually asked him if he’d like to join him and his friends for brunch, and explained how they met at least once a month to stay in touch. Sam agreed and looked forward to getting to know more about the two men who shaped Zach’s life. Maybe he could talk to them and find out what lay beneath Zach’s surface that frightened him so much.
Oddly protective of Zach now that Sam knew him better, Henry’s comment rankled, even more so remembering the time he and Zach had spent together yesterday. They’d watched a movie on Netflix, ordered in a pizza, and made love. However unassuming to the rest of the world Zach might seem, Sam liked being the only man who knew the hidden talent of Zach’s wicked mouth and tongue, and the way Zach moaned Sam’s name right before he came apart in his arms.
That appealing quality—Zach’s sweetness and complete unawareness of his looks—turned Sam on more than he ever thought possible. He couldn’t have been more different than the previous men in Sam’s life.
Six months before meeting Zach, Sam had reached a dead end—retired, angry, and somewhat sad—and figured this was how his life was meant to be for him. That’s when his desperation to feel the touch of someone—anyone—drove him to a bar to pick up a stranger. Stupid, foolish, and dangerous, although of course he’d used protection.
