I heard him breathing deeply and his fingers tightened on my hips. “You feel so good around my cock. I don’t think I’m gonna last very long.”
The burn bordering on pain finally morphed into pleasure, and I groaned. “Please, Zach, move.”
“Thank god,” he breathed. He pulled out and slammed back in, taking me on the ride of my life.
CHAPTERTHIRTY
ZACH
“That’s so good, Zach! Harder. Yes, right there!”
Miguel’s sounds of pleasure were ramping up my own. My cock was so hard it hurt. Tunneling in and out of his tight, hot passage, I felt like I was going to blow any second. But I didn’t want it to be over so soon. It felt so good that I wanted it to last forever. “Baby, you feel so good.”
I ran one hand down his sweat-dampened back, stopping at the dimples just above his ass cheeks. He was so beautiful. I couldn’t get enough of him. I leaned over and kissed the back of his neck, down his spine, across to his shoulder blades. He tasted of clean sweat and something uniquely him. I ran my thumb around the place where my cock entered his body and wondered what it would feel like for Miguel to take me this way. My cock must have liked the idea because it got impossibly harder.
Miguel’s channel tightened around me, and I groaned. “Zach,” he panted. “I’m close. Touch me.”
I wrapped my hand around his leaking cock. Using his precum to ease the glide, I pumped him in time with my thrusts, pausing occasionally to run my thumb over the sensitive head. His cock thickened and hardened in my hand. He threw back his head and let out a guttural cry as his passage clamped down on my dick and cum spurted over my hand and onto the comforter.
My rhythm faltered as pleasure raced down my spine and exploded over me. My other hand tightened on his hips, and I slammed into him one last time before releasing my load into the condom. I let out a low moan and had to stop myself from collapsing on top of him. I grabbed the base of the condom and slowly pulled out. As soon as I did, he fell to his side with a groan.
“Oh my god. How is sex with you so good?” he asked.
I chuckled. “I could ask the same question.” I’d had no idea sex could be that good. It had never been like that with any of the women I’d dated. And I didn’t think it was because they were women. I was certain it was Miguel. Something had drawn me to him from the moment I met him.
I went into the bathroom to get rid of the condom and grab a warm washcloth for Miguel. I cleaned him up and wiped off the comforter as best I could. I tossed the washcloth onto the floor and lay beside Miguel, pulling him into my arms. “We’ll need to get under the covers eventually,” he said.
“Yeah, I know,” I murmured. “I need to cool off first. I just want to hold you.”
He made a happy sound and snuggled into me, resting his head on my chest. I tightened my arm around him and kissed the top of his head. “This is nice.”
He hummed softly in agreement. “Can I keep you?”
I inhaled deeply and inexplicably felt tears come to my eyes. “Yeah, baby, you can.”
We fell asleep wrapped up in each other. Sometime in the middle of the night, we got under the covers, but Miguel glommed onto me again, so we woke tangled together. Judging by the pale light coming through the window, it was still early. I reached over the edge of the bed to grab my pants so I could look at my cell phone for the time.
“What time is it?” Miguel mumbled.
I looked at my phone. “Six twenty-seven.”
“Why?” he whined. “Why are you awake at stupid o’clock on your day off?”
“Habit,” I replied with a chuckle. “I usually go for a run in the morning.”
He grabbed my arm and tried to pull me down to him. “Nooo. Stay here with meee. I need at least another hour of snuggling.”
I kissed his nose. “You are so stinking cute.”
He growled in discontent, which just made him cuter, so, of course, I had to tickle him. He squealed and wriggled away before tackling me to the bed and getting on top of me. “Ha-ha! Now who’s on top?”
I executed a perfect flip so he was on his back and I was smiling down at him. I kissed his nose again. “That would be me.”
“No fair, you have military training,” he pouted.
“But now look where I am. Right where you wanted me.” I kissed him softly. “And there’s nowhere I’d rather be.”
His eyes went soft and glassy. “Same.” He put his arms around my neck and drew me down for a kiss that quickly turned smoking hot. Our hard cocks slotted next to each other, and Miguel grabbed my hips to pull me closer. We found our rhythm, grinding slowly at first until need took over and our bodies thrust together with increasing intensity.
