Page 101 of Ziggy's Voice


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“You okay?”

It takes him a second. “Yeah.” He lets go of my cock, both hands cupping my face, and his thumb swipes over my cheek. “How are you real?”

That whispered question shocks my brain silent. Ziggy’s looking at me in a way I’ve never seen before. His guard isdown, his openness is shining through, and all I feel is trust and warmth and something that’s making my throat tight.

He sinks down onto me, and I don’t regret not seeing it now.

Not when everything staring back at me is what I’ve been waiting for my whole life.

Someone who sees me. Who wants me. The kind of person as ready for this as I am.

And to get all of that from Ziggy, the one person who didn’t hit me with an instatruck of love. He was a steady softness, a slow-burning addiction, the kind that crept into my soul before I knew what was happening and took me by surprise.

He’s filled all the darkest corners that I didn’t even know I had, and I’m scared and raw, but so, so ready for this.

I’m falling for him.

I never want to stop.

My hand tangles into his hair, and I tug his face to mine. Our mouths collide, and I funnel every last scrap of emotion into our kiss. Ziggy starts to move, rocking up and down on my cock, and the ripples he sends through my dick are enough to make my toes curl over.

We move together, a hungry, sweaty mess of limbs and want. I’m panting into his mouth, gripping his hip with one hand as I increase my thrusts. Ziggy’s taking me easier now, and his precum is leaving sticky streaks over my skin.

It’s incredible how much he turns me on. How I can want him, and it doesn’t feel like I’m doing something wrong. I don’t think there will ever be a time where I’m not scared I’ll lose him, but while we’re together, in moments like this, it’s perfect.

Time with him settles something inside of me that has been hurting for a really long time.

He breaks our kiss to puff a labored breath over my lips. “I didn’t know what I thought at first,” he whispers. “But this is …” His gasp hits me deep. “Kenny.”

Fuck, I love hearing his voice. I love the scratchy way it clings to my name and fills it with more emotion than it’s ever had before.

I’m tilting my hips in time with Ziggy riding me, and until right now, I’d almost forgotten how much I really love sex. Filling his body, feeling the way I’m making him tremble, how quickly he’s losing control, the way his ass is gripping my cock, it’s an explosion of good and only good—something I don’t get a lot of in my life.

And it’s only now, while I’m letting go, free of worry and high off this feeling, that it hits me how long it’s been since I’ve had real sex. Desperate, needy, clingy sex is the usual. Sex where the pressure is on to make it good so they don’t leave me has become the norm.

But Ziggy is still here. And better than that: he makes sure I know he’s not going anywhere.

The freedom that comes with that is indescribable.

Ziggy moans, bouncing on my cock faster. I reach around to grip his shaking ass, wishing I could see it, even as I can’t drag my gaze from his face. His eyes are glossy, so blissed-out, cheeks slapped red with pleasure as I tilt my hips to get as deep inside him as possible.

I’m achingly hard, and Ziggy has made a mess of my stomach as he grinds against it.

“You close?”

“Please,” he struggles to get out. “T-touch me …”

I release one hand from his ass and wrap it around his needy dick. Ziggy gasps at the contact, and it almost makes me come. He feels almost too good. I’m trying to hold on for him, but I don’t know how much longer I can make myself last.

Especially not when I remember that I’m the first person ever to have filled his hole.

And I’m going to make sure I’m the last.

I catch his mouth with mine, drawing him back into a kiss as I slam into him. I’m fucking him so fast that all I can hear is the way our bodies meet, mixed with his uncontrollable panting, and I can’t take it anymore.

I’m burning up. The windows of the truck have completely fogged over, and the cab has gotten suffocating as our need thickens the air.

His sweaty body is flush against mine, and I’ve never been more turned on by anyone.