Chapter 66

66

JASON

I didn't see Zach again until Monday, and then it was only for a run. He had some appointments in the city that day, including dinner with his dad, so we weren't able to hang out. I worked again on Tuesday and Wednesday, but since I wasn't scheduled to work on Thursday and wouldn't need to be up early, we agreed to see each other for a late dinner after my Wednesday shift.

I was desperate to see him.

For the first time in my life, I found myself in a near-constant state of horniness. Even those weeks between New Year's Eve and when Zach had returned to Nebraska following the accident hadn't been as painful as the last couple of days. I'd jerked off every morning in the shower, and we'd even resorted to phone sex last night, which had been hotter than I'd expected but not nearly as satisfying as being with him in person.

Even more frustrating than the lack of physical sex was the lack of physical touch. I missed being in his proximity. The heat of his thigh resting against mine while we sat on the couch. The brush of his fingertips against my elbow as he slipped past me in the kitchen. The comfort of his body wrapped up in mine as we slept. I'd gotten a taste of all those things over the weekend, and I was greedy for more.

Suggesting we take some time to process had seemed like a good idea in theory, but in practice, it had only made me miserable. It was ridiculous how much I missed him, considering he lived less than three miles away, and it was completely my fault. Zach had let me take the lead every step of the way, and I was sure he was doing so in this as well. So it was up to me to do something about it.

Keeping things simple, I'd showered at the station and then picked up a pizza from Valentino's on my way to his place. I'd even packed a bag that morning and left it in the truck just in case. But when I stepped out of my truck with the pizza in hand, I grabbed the bag too. I was fairly confident there'd be no need for "just in case."

I didn't bother knocking since I'd already texted him I was on the way, so I walked in through the front door, calling out his name as I took off my shoes and dropped my bag on the floor near the door. When he didn't respond to my shout, I walked back through the kitchen, set the pizza on the counter, and looked out the window to see if he was out back.

I scanned the yard and finally caught sight of him standing on the dock with his hands on his hips, looking out over the water. He was dressed in board shorts and nothing else, and the way the setting sunlight highlighted the toned muscles of his back and shoulders had my mouth running dry and my cock swelling.

As if sensing my presence, he turned and gave me a bright smile and a wave. I was moving before I'd even thought to do so, opening the door and making my way across the deck and down the steps to the dock. He met me halfway, and I grabbed him, hauling him into me for a blistering kiss. He let out an "oomph" and sank into me, meeting my frantic energy with the same intensity.

I needed him. I needed him now .

We grappled with each other, hands roaming, grasping, tugging, fighting for dominance as we each sought to claim the other.

"Inside," I said as I shoved my hands down the back of his shorts and gripped his ass, pulling him into me and grinding my needy dick against his.

His groan was guttural, coming from deep in the back of his throat, and he began to walk me backward toward the basement sliding door. My foot caught on something, and I nearly went down, but he caught me, keeping me upright.

I turned, grabbing his hand and tugging him the rest of the way. The moment the door was closed behind us, I dropped to my knees, pulling his shorts with me.

"Not that I'm complaining, but what's gotten into you?"

"I missed you," I said simply, then without waiting for anything more, I took him to the back of my throat in one swift motion. I choked a little, my enthusiasm getting the best of me, but I was determined to continue despite my lack of experience, so I pulled off and tried again, this time a little slower.

The feel of him, steel wrapped in velvet sitting heavy on my tongue, was addictive, and while I'd experienced the pleasure of receiving a blowjob, I now finally understood why someone might actually want to give one.

My senses were on full alert. I slid back again, the taste of his salty precum settling on my tongue, then slid forward, inhaling the musky scent of him as my lips met the neat patch of hair at the base of his cock. I looked up then, and when his eyes met mine, pupils dilated and hazy with lust, lips red and swollen from our kisses, I had to squeeze my own dick to keep from coming on the spot.

He grabbed a fistful of my hair, holding me in place. "Damn, baby. You look so good with my cock buried in your mouth. You gonna let me fuck your face?"

Without breaking eye contact, I shook my head.

His eyebrows shot up. "No?"

In response, I reached up and cupped his sac, kneading his balls lightly. At the same time, I hollowed my cheeks and pulled back, applying as much suction as I could manage.

"Fuuuuck."

As his eyes slid closed in ecstasy, I slid forward again, picking up the pace and applying suction each time I withdrew. Feeling more confident, I slid my hand back, away from his balls and across his taint until I found his hole. I liked it when he fingered me the other day, enough that I'd experimented a little on my own, and now I wanted to return the favor.

I tapped his opening and his hips jerked forward, causing me to gag a little. "Shit, sorry. Baby, stop for a moment."

I pulled off immediately and looked up. "What's wrong? Do you not like that?"

"I fucking love everything you're doing." He ran his hands through my hair, trying to reassure me. "But if you're going to play with my ass, you gotta get your finger wet at the very least."

"Oh shit. Sorry."

"You don't have to apologize. Give me your finger."

I held up my hand and he leaned forward, grabbing me by the wrist and pulling my finger into his mouth. He wrapped his lips around the base of my finger, then pulled it out slowly, his eyes never leaving mine. My cock was hard as granite, aching and begging for attention, but I kept my eyes locked on his, absolutely entranced by the lasciviousness of the gesture. It was hot as fuck.

He released me, breaking the trance, and I immediately went back to work, sliding my finger back toward his hole and taking his cock in my mouth once again. This time, though, I added my tongue to the mix as I applied the suction, massaging the underside of his dick as I worked my jaw. I pressed my finger against his entrance, enthralled by the tight heat as I pushed inside. He groaned, his hand in my hair tightening its grip, spurring me on.

I continued the motion of my mouth at a slower pace as I explored his ass, pushing farther inside until I was two knuckles deep.

"Keep going, baby. God, that feels so good."

Encouraged, I pulled out a little before pressing back in until my finger was seated all the way inside him. He shuddered, rocking his hips forward a little, encouraging me to move. So I did, bobbing my head faster as I began to explore his ass in earnest, searching for that same spot he'd hit that I knew would light him up from the inside out.

I knew the moment I found it because his cock jumped in my mouth and he let out what could only be described as a screech. I doubled my efforts, hitting that spot again as I worked him over with my tongue.

"Baby. I'm gonna…shit. I'm gonna…"

I hit it one more time and that was all it took. Zach's body tensed, his quads straining with the effort of keeping him upright as he unloaded down my throat. I swallowed, trying to keep up with the amount of cum he was shooting into my mouth, but he just kept going, and I couldn't quite contain it all. Some of it ended up dribbling down my chin.

Finally finished, he pulled himself out of my mouth and immediately dropped to his knees in front of me. "Your turn."

He flashed me a grin, then nudged me to lie on my back. He wasted no time yanking my shorts and briefs down my thighs and pouncing on my dick, pulling it into his mouth and giving me the same treatment I'd just given him. The difference was that I was so primed, so fucking worked up over the blowjob I'd just given him, that I was coming down his throat in seconds rather than the minutes it had taken him.

My orgasm hit me like a tsunami, an all-consuming wave of sensation that had my legs shaking and my vision tunneling. I grunted through it, helpless to do anything other than ride the wave until, eventually, the roaring in my ears abated and all the tension left my body at once, leaving me feeling like Jell-O.

Zach climbed up my body, collapsing on top of me like a starfish as we struggled to catch our breaths. My hand stroked his back absentmindedly, my fingertips dancing along his skin. I hadn't even taken my shirt off, I realized. I'd been so blind with lust that I hadn't even thought of it.

"Holy shit," he mumbled into my neck.

"Me too."

He gave a halfhearted laugh. "I think you sucked my brains right out of my dick. I'm surprised I can even form a sentence."

"Not bad for my first blowjob, huh?"

"It was a fucking stellar blowjob. A-plus. Ten out of ten would recommend."

"You're recommending my blowjob skills to other people?"

"Absolutely not. I amend my statement. Ten out of ten, back off, he's mine."

God, he made me laugh. "Alright, get off me. Let's go eat."

"Hang on. I'm still waiting for feeling to come back in my legs."

I pinched his ass, and he yelped, scrambling to get off me. "Fine. Let's eat."

We ate lukewarm pizza on the deck under the starlight, washing it down with a couple of beers while Daisy supervised, hoping for scraps. Even though we'd talked on the phone every day since Friday night, we rehashed our lives over the last couple of days while our feet tangled together under the table.

I couldn't stop touching him, couldn't take my eyes off him. To anyone on the outside looking in, we probably looked like a couple of codependent teenagers rushing into our first relationship, but the fact was, our foundation had already been established a long time ago. Perhaps that foundation had acquired some cracks, but I liked to think we'd patched them up and were working toward making sure it was stronger than ever. And now we were making up for lost time. Time I was no longer willing to waste.

"I packed a bag. I hope you don't mind. I was going to leave it in the truck and then run out and grab it if you asked me to stay, but I guess I'm the one doing the asking. So…can I stay?"

The smile that lit his face could have powered the entire fire station. "I'd love for you to stay."

We stood, gathering the pizza box and beer cans before heading inside. "I'm off tomorrow. What do you have going on?"

"I've got a haircut around eleven and planned to spend the afternoon organizing some things for tryouts later this month."

"So nothing in the morning?"

Zach set the empty pizza box on the counter and turned to face me. "No, why?"

I stepped into him, placing my hands around his waist and giving him a wicked smile. "Because it means we don't need to be in a rush to get out of bed."

He tilted his head up for a kiss. "Mmm. I like the sound of that."

"I thought you might."

"I like this side of you. It's like I've unleashed some sort of sex fiend."

"Did you just call me a sex fiend?"

"I mean…if the shoe fits…" He drew his brows up in challenge.

"You little shit. Just for that, I'm not putting out tonight."

"Bullshit."

"Bullshit?"

Zach reached out and ran a finger up my length. I was already half-hard just from this little flirty thing we had going and his touch sent shivers skittering along my spine. "Bullshit. You're already hard for me. Sex. Fiend."

I stepped even closer, nudging my leg between his thighs, deliberately pressing my quad into his crotch. My hands rested on the counter behind him, caging him in. He was just as hard as I was. "Who's calling who a sex fiend?"

"I never said I wasn't one. Only that I'd awoken yours."

I nuzzled my nose against his ear, nipping at his earlobe playfully. "Maybe you have. Think you can keep up?"

"Bring it on."