“Ummm.” Zach hummed against his mouth, then wrapped his arms around Sam’s neck and threw his leg over Sam’s hip so their pelvises rocked together. Zach was all over him, nipping at his jaw, his tongue pushing in Sam’s ear. Their sweat-slicked bodies moved languidly together.
It wasn’t often Zach took the lead during sex, but Sam always enjoyed this aggressive side of Zach. He wanted Zach inside him again.
“Turn over.”
“What?” He blinked, trying to read Zach’s face, and the thoughts behind the slightly amused, yet wicked smile.
“I said, turn over.” Giving his shoulder a shove, Zach kissed the corner of his mouth. “Don’t you trust me?”
With his life. “Of course I do. You know that.”
Zach raised his eyebrows, remaining silent, and Sam complied. The soft fur of the rug brushed up against his cock, warm and sensual, and Sam gripped himself, thrusting through his fist. With each stroke he squeezed the head of his cock, giving a twist on each upstroke.
Zach’s warm hands smoothed up his back, followed by his even warmer lips. It felt so good to be touched. Sam had long ago given up the hope of being loved. Lost beneath the betrayal and the pain of his past, Sam now tasted something new and frightening. Something his forever, if he chose to accept the gift.
Forgiveness. Hope. Love.
He stilled, cheek pressed to the soft sheepskin, and lost himself in Zach’s healing touch.
“Don’t stop; keep touching yourself.” The warmth of Zach’s breath touched his shoulder. Little licks of fire raced beneath the surface of Sam’s skin as Zach’s kisses progressed from the top of his spine down his back, until he reached his ass.
Sam began to stroke himself again. He closed his eyes, imagining Zach’s mouth sucking him, when he felt Zach press a kiss first on his right cheek, then the left. The breath stuttered in his chest at the first swipe of Zach’s wet, warm tongue against the dip of his back.
“What the—?” He reached back to grab hold of Zach but flailed, finding only air.
“Quiet.” Another pass of Zach’s tongue, this time over his ass, and then Zach ran a finger down the crease and slid it between the globes of Sam’s ass, finding his hole.
Every nerve ending in Sam’s body lit up; all thoughts of anything but having Zach touch him again, right there,right now, fled his mind. He shifted back and spread his legs wider, his mind whirling in a dark vortex of desire.
“Zach.” His voice rasped harsh, but Sam didn’t care how desperate and needy he sounded. If Zach didn’t touch him again, soon, things might get ugly.
“Hmm, you like that?” The tip of Zach’s finger touched his hole, then circled the rim. “What about this?” His fingertip slid just inside, teasing Sam.
Fire seared through him once again, and Sam almost whimpered. The hunger to be touched soaked through him, drenching him to the core of his soul.
“Don’t stop,” he said, unashamed of his begging, needy pleas. “Please.”
Then Zach’s mouth was everywhere; his teeth nipped Sam’s ass, then kissed away the sting, laving the skin. The roughness of Zach’s stubbled cheek rasped gloriously against Sam’s skin, increasing the pleasure and the pain. With firm hands, Zach massaged Sam’s ass, then spread him wide, and alternated between lapping at his opening and ruthlessly spearing his tongue into Sam’s hole, sending a sizzle of white hot electricity to short-circuit the portion of Sam’s brain that still functioned.
“Fuck me. God damn.” Sam’s swearing increased exponentially with each teasing lick. “Right there, shit.” Craving the friction, Sam pushed back against the wet stabs of Zach’s wicked tongue, the sensitive nerve endings sparking with every thrust. Helpless against the burgeoning wave of passion racing through him, Sam writhed beneath the relentless, shocking onslaught of Zach’s mouth.
For years he’d lived without this kind of passion, a life content with unexplored possibilities. Zach’s fierce, loving touches incinerated all prior lovers’; any that had come before had been sex merely for the sake of release. What he had with Zach—sex as an extension of the love they shared—made each touch a memory and each kiss a lifeline to his heart.
A golden haze dropped like a curtain over his eyes, shimmering in his vision’s forefront; his body clenched, and his head spun in dizzying circles. Sam’s breath caught, and he let himself fly.
The force of his orgasm ripped through him, and he came, spilling great hot streams into his hand and onto the fluffy new rug. His free hand scrabbled for purchase against the mattress, and he became dimly aware of Zach enveloping him in a hug, holding his hand tight. Wetness dripped down his cheek.
“I love you.” Zach’s lips hovered over his ear, his body a warm and comforting weight on top.
“Love you too.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t speak to you before I talked to your mother,” Zach whispered in his ear.
Sam smiled into the rug. “So you thought to make it up to me by blowing my mind, huh?” He laced his fingers tight with Zach’s.
Zach spoke against his shoulder. “The thought crossed my mind, yeah.” He could hear the laughter in his voice and knew he wanted Zach happy every day. If having his mother visit would do that, he’d buy her a plane ticket every fucking weekend.
He rolled over, keeping Zach on top of him. “Hot sex will get you forgiven every time.” Sam traced Zach’s spine, trailing his fingers up each vertebra. It wasn’t the same as the way Andy had used sex. This was give and take between him and Zach. He knew what he had in his arms was forever. Zach would never deceive him.
