Chapter 35

We stumbled into our apartment, tongues tangled, hands pulling on inconvenient clothing. As soon as the door shut behind us, I locked it and growled, "Pants off. Leave the vest and the thong."

Miguel gave me a sultry smile and sashayed into the living room, the sway of his hips calling me to strip him and fuck him right then. Instead, I made a detour to our bedroom to get lube and condoms.

Paradise nightclub had been hell. Don't get me wrong, Albert was awesome as usual. The crowd was fun because a bunch of Miguel's friends showed up. The dancing, however, was torture. Having Miguel so close, grinding against me, drove me crazy. I couldn't remember ever being this turned on by someone I was dating.

I stripped out of my clothes and strode into the living room, buck naked. I stopped short when I saw Miguel kneeling on the sofa, hands clutching the back, his back arched beautifully to present his gorgeous ass. The black silk thong was obscenely stretched over his rigid cock, the thin string holding it together hugging his narrow hips and disappearing into his crease. He still had the corset vest on over his white dress shirt, and I wanted to devour him.

I set the lube and condom on the cushion beside him. Then I moved behind him and ran my hands over his ass, spreading his cheeks so I could see the string of the thong. "You have a perfect ass," I said. "I want to bite it."

"I'm hoping you also want to fuck it," he retorted.

I leaned down to kiss one of the dimples at the base of his spine. "Definitely. I want to feel your channel tight around my cock." I ran one finger up his crease, tracing the line of the thong. I grasped the strip of material and eased it aside. I spread his cheeks again and kissed down his spine to his tight, pink hole.

He gasped in surprise. "Zach?"

"Hmm?"

"What are you doing?"

I flicked my tongue over his pucker. "Rimming you."

He moaned with pleasure. "How do you even know about that?"

"Gay porn." I licked and suckled at his hole, savoring the dark taste of him. He writhed and groaned under my ministrations.

When I slid one finger into his passage, his hips bucked, and he drew in a shuddering breath. "Zach, I'm close. I want your cock in me when I come."

I gave him one last lick, then rose and grabbed the condom, rolling it over my painfully hard cock. I opened the bottle of lube and drizzled some over his already wet hole. I put more on my fingers and started to prep him, but he shook his head. "No more prep. I want to feel it tomorrow."

"I don't want to hurt you," I protested.

"You won't hurt me," he insisted. "Use lots of lube on your cock and go slow."

I took a deep breath. "Okay." I poured a generous amount of lube into my palm and slathered it onto my covered cock. Grabbing hold of his hips, I notched the head of my dick at his entrance. I breached him slowly, feeling the wonderful heat of his tight passage. He let out a breath and bore down, allowing me to slide deeper into him.

Miguel moaned his pleasure when I bottomed out. "Yes," he hissed. "So good."

I held still, letting him adjust to me. "Okay?" I asked.

He nodded vigorously. "Yes."

"Slow and easy or hard and fast?"

"Pound me," he ground out. "I want to feel it all day at work."

My cock jerked at his words. I pulled out almost all the way, then slammed back into him. I held his hips in a tight grip, knowing I'd probably leave bruises. Miguel's cries of pleasure echoed off the high ceiling, spurring me to increase the tempo of my thrusts. "That's right, baby. Take it. Take all of me."

I shifted my stance and hit his prostate dead on. His back arched, and he shouted, "Zach. I'm so close. Feels so good."

I wrapped my hand around his cock, which was still encased in the silk pouch of the thong. The heat of his cock combined with the soft glide of the silk was such a turn-on. My own orgasm rose to the surface. "Come for me, baby. Let me feel you squeeze my dick."

Miguel's breath hitched and he came on a strangled cry, coating the inside of the silk thong with his cum. The muscles inside his tight hole clamped down on my shaft so hard I saw stars. I let go of his hip and wrapped my arm around his chest, pulling him upright to lean against me as I drove into him. Two more thrusts and I shouted my release as I shot my cum into the condom.

We stayed in that position for a few moments, breathing heavily and covered in a fine film of sweat. I felt my cock start to soften and slip from his passage, so I quickly grabbed the end and eased myself out of him. Miguel collapsed forward, grabbing hold of the back of the couch. "Holy shit," he gasped. "That was so hot."

"Yeah it was," I replied. I tied off the condom and threw it away in the kitchen trash.

When I returned to the living room, Miguel was just getting off the couch and straightening. He took a step forward and winced. "I haven't come in my underwear since high school. Now I remember why."

I went over to him and kissed him. "But you have to admit it was scorching hot."

"It was," he acknowledged, his nose crinkling. "Now it's cold."

I chuckled and put my arm around his shoulders. "How about we take a shower together? We can clean up and get ready for bed."

I took his hand and led him into the bathroom. I helped him unhook his corset, unbutton his shirt, and get out of his sticky thong. We took a leisurely shower together, soaping each other up and rinsing each other off. The warm water made us both sleepy, so we toweled off quickly and fell into bed.

Lucky for us, Miguel's phone alarm was set to automatically go off on Saturday mornings, or we surely would have slept right through the beginning of our shifts at Moonlight. Thankfully, we had a good coffee maker and excellent coffee on hand, so we were properly caffeinated when we headed to the hotel.

We took my car because I was more awake since I was used to getting up early. As we walked into the hotel, Miguel asked, "Are you sure you're okay driving us? I don't get out until seven. You'll be done at four."

I shrugged. "I put my gear in the back. I'll just go for a run on the boardwalk. I have training coming up next weekend. I have to keep in shape, or they'll kick my ass."

Miguel's brow creased. "I forgot about that. When do you have to leave?"

"Very early Saturday morning. I'll be back Sunday night." I opened the lobby door for him and followed him inside.

He poked his bottom lip out in a pretty good imitation of Cody. "Do you have to go? Can't you call in sick?"

I burst out laughing. "I'd have to be in the hospital for them to let me out of training."

He sniffed. "Well, we don't want that. I suppose I'll find something to do with my time."

I stopped outside his office door and pulled him in for a kiss. "I'll miss you too." I booped his nose and added, "I should tell you I've decided to separate from the Army. I have a lot going on now. I'll be starting school in the fall for my certification. Tommy needs me to work every fourth Saturday. And best of all, I have you. I don't want to miss any time I could spend with you now that I've found you."

Miguel's eyes got shiny. "Damn it. You can't make me cry before I have to go to work."

Someone cleared their throat nearby. We turned to find Carrie standing there, smiling at us. "You two are so stinking cute together."

I felt myself blush and Miguel's cheeks turned pink. "Thanks. Did you need me for something?"

She nodded. "The French doors are stuck, and we can't open them all the way for the brunch service."

"All right. I'll get my tools out of my car and be right there." I kissed Miguel one more time. "I'll see you later."

As I was walking to my car, my phone vibrated with a call. I pulled it out of my pocket and saw it was my sister calling. I swiped to answer. "Hey, Allie, what's up?"

"I was wondering if you could do me a huge favor."

"It depends on what and when," I replied.

"I was wondering if you could watch Cody for a few hours tonight. There's a concert at Wonder Bar that Marissa and I want to go to, but Steve is away on business. Her mother is watching Emma, but I can't ask her to watch Cody. She hardly knows him."

I blew out a sigh. I really wanted to spend time with Miguel. "What time is the concert and when does it end?"

"It starts at seven and it's over by eight-thirty." She blew out a breath. "Please, Zach. I had a really rough week. I just need a little time for myself."

I squeezed my eyes shut. Damn it. I hoped Miguel would be okay with it. "Fine. But you have to promise to come back right after the concert. Both of us are working today."

She squealed. "I will. I promise. Thank you so much!"

"Sure. No problem. I'll see you later." I sighed when I ended the call. I was really looking forward to hanging out with Miguel. Well, eight-thirty wasn't that late. We'd have plenty of time after she took Cody home.