“You said we need to communicate very clearly. If it’s too much, I’ll tell you, but right now, I needyouto tellmewhat you want. Even if the experience wasn’t great, I’ve at least done this before.”
“Don’t remind me,” I say immediately, searching his eyes for any sign that he thinks he owes me or that this is in some way transactional or expected of him, but I find nothing. His cheeks are still red, his pupils are blown out, and his chest is rising and falling as rapidly as mine.
Trust him,I tell myself.
“I…I don’t know,” I finally answer. I mean, Iknow, but I don’t know how to say it without sounding selfish.
“Do you want me to get you off?” he asks, causing my breathing to hitch.
“Yes.” But also, I want so much more than that.
Taking my hand, he leads me to the unstained living room couch. Hooking his fingers in the waistband of my pants, he slides them down. Once they’re past my knees, I kick them off one leg as he pushes on my shoulders, forcing me to sit.
Climbing onto my lap, he keeps his butt across my knees as he strips his shirt off overhead. It’s the first time I’ve seen his naked torso without the colorful reminder of his past. Instantly, my hands fly toward him, but I pause an inch from his skin.
Covering my hands with his, he guides me to his body, and my cock jerks between us.
Zeke notices the movement, and a smile spreads across his kiss-swollen lips before he spits into his hand and begins stroking me.
“Holyfuckingshit. That feels so good,” I groan as my hands roam over his body, desperate to touch every inch of skin I can reach. He stays silent, focused on the sightbetween us, causing my protective nature to override my pleasure as I check in with him. “Hey, are you okay? I know this is the first time you’ve been with someone since…” I trail off, unsure how to finish my sentence. The shitty options are endless.
Since you were with Derek.
Since being beaten.
Since having surgery.
Since finding out I’m your boss.
“I’m okay. Just taking it all in. This is all kind of a first for me, too.” My confusion must paint my features because Zeke leans forward and kisses me while maintaining a firm grip on my shaft. “I’ll explain later, but can we get back to the good part? I really want to watch you come undone.”
The blunt way he just throws it out there has me balancing precariously on the edge.
“You won’t have to wait long.”
I keep my hands on Zeke’s naked torso, relishing the feel of him beneath my fingers. They itch to dig into his skin, but I rub my hands back and forth instead, not wanting to leave a mark.
Zeke looks down, and a trail of saliva connects his mouth to my dick as he adds more spit for lubrication. His hand picks up speed as he works me over, and he lifts my shirt out of the way of my impending release.
“Shit, Zeke, I’m gonna come,” I announce.
“Show me,” he commands, pushing me the final distance over the edge.
Despite jerking off more than usual since Zeke moved in, the volume is high. I’m almost embarrassed about it, but the satisfied smile on his face calms my nerves.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” he says, slowing down, but still stroking me.
Totally blissed out, my head falls to the back of the couch,and my hands slide to Zeke’s thighs because I’m unable to hold them up any longer.
A minute or two pass in silence, and then I feel Zeke shifting off my lap, and my eyes spring open.
“Don’t go.”God, when did I become so needy?
He chuckles, and the sound goes straight to my empty balls.
“I’m coming right back. Let me get something to clean you up with.”
“Here, just use my shirt.”
