He didn’t even know what he was asking for.
Spreading my fingers, I stretched his hole until he moaned. I wanted him sloppy, spent, and sore tomorrow, prancing around in his skintight pants and feeling me with every step. I wanted him to remember this so vividly he got wet at the thought of it, soaked and ready to take me again.
Desire built inside me, and my cock strained. Every mewling cry from Zephyr made it pulse. At this rate, I would never be through with him. I would use his holes and abuse his body until he was so far gone he could say nothingbut my name, one worshipful note singing out of his mouth, over and over.
The thought was too much, tempting me too close to release. I pulled out, and Zephyr sagged forward, his face buried in the mattress and his ass in the air. His puckered hole fluttered, shiny with slick that streaked down his thighs.
“Ask me again, baby,” I said. “Tell me what you want.”
He rubbed his face against the sheets before mumbling, “I-I want you to fuck me.”
“Good boy.”
The praise came out guttural, and I sat up straighter behind him. With one hand wrapped around the base of my cock, I lined up and pressed the head against his hole. His hips canted back in silent encouragement.
Rocking forward, I entered him with a smooth, wet glide. He was open, so ready, and I sank deeper than my fingers had reached, sheathing myself inside him with a single thrust.
Zephyr moaned into the blankets, body taut, muscles tensed. Leaning in, I reached for the nape of his neck. My fingers locked around it, and I pulled, easing him upright until his back met my chest.
He gasped as I slid my arm across his collarbones and pinned him to me. From this angle, I could see the side of his face—his lips and eyes clenched shut as he tried to hold himself together.
I held him there with my cock throbbing inside him until he looked out and saw my hand hovering near his mouth, fingers glossy and wet from opening him.
“Suck,” I commanded.
His tongue darted out. The moment it touched myfingers, I thrust them between his lips. At the same time, I drew my hips back and slammed into him.
His body jolted with the force of it, and a sob of ecstasy tore free around my fingers.
It overwhelmed me—his trembling, his whimpers, the feel of his mouth and ass wrapped around me—and I was too far gone to slow down. I pulled back and fucked into him again while he gagged and cried.
He came with a strangled sound, untouched cock spurting across the sheets as his body convulsed against mine. His inner walls spasmed, and my hips stuttered as I buried myself in his tightness and let him milk me dry.
Zephyr’s breath came in shallow bursts, whistling past where my fingers rested at the back of his throat. Slowly, I slid them out and watched a string of spit stretch and break as he gasped.
He was limp in my arms, his chest heaving beneath the press of my arm barred across his collarbones. I didn’t let go. From the way he trembled and how his body sagged, I knew he’d collapse if I did.
So I held him.
I pressed my face to his neck. I nuzzled his damp skin and sweat-soaked hair, then kissed the shell of his ear, the curve of his jaw, and the tender place behind it.
“I love you,” I whispered, voice hoarse and reverent. “My beautiful boy.”
CHAPTER
THIRTY-NINE
Zephyr
Islept in Beck’s bed again, and the next morning, he didn’t kick me out. Quite the opposite, in fact. After what was easily the best sex of my life, we rinsed off and cozied up beneath the covers, then watched the Strip come alive through the window.
We talked a bit more. About my human life and the fragments of memory that were slowly but surely making me feel whole. We discussed the contract Maslow signed, blind to the fine print. I’d done the same once, desperate to claw my way out of Hell. People paid dearly for the things they wanted. Often more than they meant to.
We didn’t bring up love again. The subject felt too tender. I didn’t want to touch it yet, but it pulsed between us, steady and alive.
Near the end of our allotted time, I brought up my return to the club, and the amiable mood of the morning took a dark turn.
“Absolutely not,” Beck said sternly.
