"Why are you still dressed?" I asked him.
"Because," he murmured. "I'm taking care of you."
"I don't need taking care of. I need you."
Zach opened his eyes and glared at me.
"Are you sure? First it was pneumonia, now it's a gunshot wound. You need a lot of taking care of."
"I don't," I grumbled and massaged his ass cheeks through the rough denim. "But I would like to take care of you."
"Yeah?" He smiled.
I nodded and he sat back so he could take his shirt off, but I was too impatient and I got busy pulling his pajama bottoms down.
"Wow. Hungry much?"
I scoffed.
"How could I not be when you set my world on fire?"
Zach tried to conceal a smile as he took over my task and got rid of his pants and underwear before sitting back down on me, skin to skin.
"Much better," I said.
"Uh huh." He wrapped a hand around my cock and before I could do the same with his, he pressed his own against mine, rubbing us off together.
I tensed as my body temperature increased and my breathing turned rough again. He was hot, his touch was hot, his cock was hot. I felt scorched.
I searched for his eyes and when they locked into a stare, I slid my fingers up his chest and swallowed a knot that had formed in my throat.
"I love you," I said.
He licked his lips before he repeated it and dropped on top of me. I grabbed him by the back of the neck and I kissed him again, driving my tongue into his mouth and initiating a dirty dance with his.
The hairs all over my body rose the deeper our connection became but it still wasn't deep enough.
"I want to make love to you," I whispered and he nodded.
"I want you too. I want you deep inside me, Dare," he said in a rugged tone before he reached for the drawer and pulled out the bottle of lube.
When I reached for it, he pulled it away.
"I'm taking care of you, remember?" he asked but before I could answer he pumped some slick on his fingers and drove his hand behind him, and into his hole.
"I might be injured but this I can do," I told him.
I slipped my hand between my crotch and his balls and curled my fingers around his. As I slid them inside he pulled his out, letting me stretch him out while he turned his attention on my cock. He stroked me with his lubed hand, and I watched as his breathing pattern changed the deeper inside him I pushed. I watched as gasp after gasp escaped from his lips and filled the room with his need.
"You like that?" I asked.
He nodded and closed his eyes with a moan.
"Are you ready?" I asked.
With a bite of his lip, he bucked his hips and I pulled my fingers out of him, lining up my cock with his hole. I slipped inside him with ease and he sat on me with a deep guttural moan as if he'd been holding back all this time.
I pushed deeper inside him over and over again until my body gave up and I couldn’t do anything but lie back, too exhausted and in pain to keep going. But Zach didn't mind. He took over bouncing up and down my cock and all I could do was stroke him to the rhythm and enjoy the show of him coming undone,moment by moment, pump by pump, until he spilled all his secrets over my hand and chest.
