Page 105 of The Mechanics of Lust

I chuckled. “Remind me to buy that man a drink.” I cradled Zach’s face. “So, I tick your boxes, huh?”

He leaned in and kissed me with such tenderness that it stole my breath. “Every one of them, baby. And probably a whole lot I don’t even know I have.”

“Mmm.” I pulled him close and felt my cock thicken against his. “Good to know. And now I think we should get back to the giving you an orgasm part of the evening.”

He laughed and wriggled his groin against mine. “Absolutely. Only if you have the energy, of course.” He shot me a teasing look.

“I’m sure I can rally.”

He grinned. “Excellent. Then I’m gonna ride you till your eyes pop. You sure you’re ready?”

Not in the slightest, but I wiggled off him and onto my back, nonetheless.

Zach reached into the bedside drawer for supplies, then he straddled my hips and rolled a condom over my conveniently hard dick before slicking us both up, finishing by shoving a mountain of lube up his own arse.

“You know I could help with that,” I said pointedly, watching him rock back and forth, groaning obscenely while my dick twitched in lonely anticipation.

“Nope,” he whined, freeing his fingers with a pleasured sigh before wiping them on the sheet. “All done. Now hold still.”

I steadied my cock as Zach rose up on his knees and wriggled into position. With my dick poised on his slack hole, he tweaked my nipple and winked. “Count that as your foreplay. I have about ten minutes of oomph left in me before my brain pulls the plug, and I’d hate to miss the good part.”

I huffed out a laugh. “Such a romantic. I’m sure I’ll cope. Did I tell you that I love you?”

He froze and a shy look crossed his face. His cheeks pinked and his expression grew flustered. “Um, yeah. I’m not about to forget anytime soon, but, you know, feel free to remind me.”

I cupped his face and drew him down for a slow kiss. “I love you, Zacharia Lane. Take all the time you need. I’m not going anywhere.”

His eyes grew serious. “I know you’re not.” And with that, Zach began to slowly sink down on my cock, one glorious centimetre at a time. Wet and hot and tight, and so fucking perfect that I wasn’t sure I’d ever find the words.

I’d hoped to have him back.

Dreamed of it.

But never counted on it.

And the reality was sweeter than I’d thought possible.

Fully seated, Zach paused to let his body adjust, eyes closed, expression tight, his throat tense and corded. Then slowly that frown smoothed, his eyes fluttered open, and he shot me a warm, sexy smile. “Let’s go for a ride.”

I scrambled for purchase as he slid up my cock and almost off the end before plunging back down to shoot stars behind my eyes.

“Fucking hell,” I grunted, fisting the sheets tighter.

He smiled and did it again, his eyes rolling back in his head. And then again. And again.

Fast, hard, and deep. Then shallow and quick. Then achingly slow. Changing angles. Grinding down.

On and on, until nothing existed in the world except Zach’s body fused with mine and the mounting pleasure trailing fire through my blood.

He rose and fell above me like a dream, his body cast in a stripe of moonlight that painted the bed and left his auburn hair edged with silver—taking what he needed, what would always be his as long as he wanted. And then he dropped down, his hands on either side of my head, his face just inches away, his dick slapping against my stomach as he whispered, “Get me there.”

My fucking pleasure.I wrapped a hand around his cock and stroked him hard, exactly how he liked it, struggling to keep a rhythm as he continued to slide up and down my cock. If he didn’t come soon, I was gonna lose my shit regardless. “Come on, baby.”

His eyelids fluttered closed and those auburn locks fell around his face. I ran my thumb over his slit on the upstroke and a string of expletives tumbled from his mouth.

I stroked harder. “Let me hear it.”

“Oh, shit,” he shouted, loud enough to wake the neighbours. “Jesus... almost... like that... ah, fuck!” He dropped down hard on my dick and froze, his back arched, his head thrown back, mouth open. “Holy fuck!” He repeated the slide twice more before grunting and spilling ribbons of come through my fingers onto my belly. A few more grunts, then a gasp and a long rumbling groan. Then his eyes peeled open. “All yours, baby.”

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