“We don’t have to rush anything,” I soothed, cupping his face softly. I had a feeling he was still new to a lot of things in respect to being with another man. Especially since he’d only ever mentioned having a girlfriend. “I’m good with whatever pace you set.”
“What if I want everything?” His words came out choked, barely above a whisper.
Gently, I pressed my lips to his. I know we both had a lot of fears when it came to whatever this was between us, but he needed to understand that I would always be here for him. I’d never get tired of him or his kisses. I’d never get tired of anything that had to do with Zeek.
“For now, I’m good with kisses.” The words were whispered against his lips between kisses.
There was no warning, no preparation for what happened next. One minute I was sitting next to Zeek, looking him in the eyes, and the next I was being pushed down against the couch. I gasped seconds before his mouth was pressed firmly to mine. I’d never experienced anything so consuming. He had complete control over my entire body, heart and soul.
“I can stop,” Zeek muttered, trailing kisses down to my neck.
I shook my head, unable to find the words. Truth was I never wanted him to stop.
As if reading my thoughts, Zeek continued his trail of light, tickling kisses, slowly moving from my neck down to my shoulder. Pulling my shirt down slightly, he pressed a gentle kiss to my chest, just above my heart.
“Zeek.” His name fell from my lips as he pressed his hardening cock against my crotch. I wasn’t sure if it was a plea for more or not. All I knew was it felt right.
“Should I stop?” Zeek’s voice was teasing, as was the thrust that quickly followed. I couldn’t answer, his teeth lightly scraping at the tender skin of my neck as he kissed a trail back up to my lips.
When his lips found mine again, he devoured me as if I were the sweetest dessert. I met him thrust for thrust, desperately seeking some form of relief. My balls drew up and tingles shot up my spine, stars exploding behind my eyes.
“Jude,” my name fell from his lips, no more than a whisper.
A shutter coursed through my body as I thrust up, my release soaking my boxers and most likely my pants. Zeek quickly followed, the two of us riding out his orgasm as we both fell apart in one another’s arms on the couch.
Ezekiel
Lying flat on my back in complete darkness, I blinked up at the ceiling. I had no idea what time it was, nor did I care. Not when I had Jude lying next to me, curled up against my side. Every once in a while, the hand that was splayed across my chest would twitch, his breath fanning against my chilled skin.
I briefly contemplated getting a blanket, but that meant I would have to move. Which, right that minute, I didn’t want to do. I was content. Or as close to content as someone like me could be.
My mind was buzzing with a million different thoughts, a hundred different questions, and was packed full of worry.
Did we take it too far? Had I overstepped? What must Jude think about me? Was what happened okay? What the fuck is going to happen now? Did I screw things up between us? And what does all of this mean? To me? To us? Is there an us?
I had no answers to any of the questions that plagued my exhausted mind, which only created more questions and more worry.
I didn’t want to lose Judah, though I couldn’t help but wonder if this was going to eventually push him away. If this would be what caused me to lose him.
In the heat of the moment, he seemed to want the same things I did, but would that be the same once he woke up? Or would he look at me differently? And why the fuck did he make me second-guess my every thought?
The first time we kissed, which I refused to count, was a complete disaster. I’d felt bad because the kid was distressed over the fact that he’d never kissed another person. At the time, I hadn’t put much emotion behind it. Instead, I let the poor kid press his lips to mine in a quick smack.
I’m sure he felt just as awkward as I had at the time. Hell, I didn’t even know what to feel other than awkward. I’d never kissed another man and had no plans to do so.
Afterwards, the two of us went back to our designated corners, neither of us mentioning it again. Thank goodness! It wasn’t exactly something I wanted to relive.
A cold chill swept over my body just thinking about it. Who the hell knows what would have happened if one of the men that held us captive had seen us at that moment. The thought sent a shiver down my spine.
Nothing good, that’s for sure.
Now, I was even more confused. Not just about the kiss, but about why my body consistently reacted to Judah the way it did. Never before had I had a reaction like that. Sure, I always wore a cup while at my sessions, because, let’s be honest, things down there inevitably had different ideas than what my brain intended. But last night…. I had no words, no explanation for what happened.
As hard as it was to admit, it left me with an odd feeling that I was willing to explore. However, it also scared the shit out of me.
“Zeek.” Judah’s voice was a weak cry. One which instantly gained my attention.
In restless slumber, he pressed his shaking body closer to mine, his forehead resting against my skin in search of something that only he could see.
