Page 48 of New Year

Zack’s immediate acquiescence pushed Nat a bit deeper under his spell. Before Nat could draw Zack in for another toe-curling kiss to thank him, Zack dropped to his knees in front of Nat then mouthed his cock through the cotton of his briefs. Nat gasped, surprised by the sudden contact and the submissive position Zack had put himself in. Zack hooked his fingers in the waist of those briefs and slowly pulled them down. The fabric dragged over Nat’s cock, the sensation unlike anything he’d felt before, tiny little fingers scraping the sensitive skin, until he was bare to Zack.

He stared at Nat’s cock for so long Nat squirmed, unused to being so blatantly admired by a sex partner, especially when he was fairly average in size. “So pretty,” Zack finally said, “and all for me.”

Zack licked up the length of Nat’s cock, a slick glide that startled a sharp moan from Nat. Warmth flooded his chest and belly. His groin tightened with need that only intensified when Zack nibbled on his foreskin. He bit and played with just his mouth until Nat almost couldn’t stand it, before sucking him down into tight, wet heat.

“Oh, my fuck!” Nat curled his fingers through Zack’s thick hair, holding on without hurting him, because damn. He needed the balance so he didn’t fall over from the intense pleasure of being deep-throated by this man. It only lasted a few seconds, but the image of Zack’s nose in his pubes, lips stretched wide, was seared into his memory forever.

Zack pulled off, took a breath, then dragged his tongue up and down the underside of Nat’s cock, an amazing sensation that made Nat’s eyes want to roll back in his head. Except he couldn’t stop watching Zack. His red lips and hollowed cheeks. The intense way Zack was blowing him, as if it was the most important mission on earth. Nat could watch him all day long and never tire of it.

He’d never been so mesmerized by a sex partner sucking him as he was with Zack, and he couldn’t ponder the meaning behind that. Couldn’t embrace all the tender feelings blooming deep inside of him. Not this soon.

Nat also wasn’t going to last much longer like this, and he didn’t want to come after a five-minute blow job. “Fuck, no more.” He gently nudged Zack off, then ran a thumb over his glistening lips. “I don’t wanna blast off yet.”

“Shame.” Zack licked Nat’s thumb. “I love how you feel in my mouth. Might be my new favorite thing.”

“You don’t have to flatter me, Zack, I’m a sure thing tonight.”

“It’s not flattery if it’s the truth.” Zack stood and helped Nat out of his briefs, which left Nat sprawled in the middle of the bed, legs wide. Inviting. His entire attention was focused on Zack and not anyone else who might be watching. Or recording.

Zack continued to study him, fingers occasionally twitching, as if stopping himself from reaching for Nat. The way Zack contemplated things was stupidly sexy, and it promised a mind-blowing orgasm later.

“Do I get to suck you, or is this a one-sided relationship?” Nat asked.

“You’ll suck me when I’m ready, sweetheart. Right now, it’s all about you.”

Nat shivered then stroked his cock, finding courage in how directly focused Zack was on Nat, rather than on Zack’s own pleasure or needs. He’d never had that before. “Then why are you way over there with all your clothes on? I want to feel you all over me, hot stuff.”

Zack growled softly and began unbuttoning his shirt, carefully pulling the little plastic discs through the holes, one at a time. Going so fucking slowly Nat wanted to reach out and rip it off him. In the quiet room, Zack’s strip tease became its own touch-less caress, as he revealed his bare skin one inch at a time. First his shirt and undershirt. Then each slow snick of the zipper on his pants. The jangle of his belt buckle. The thud as everything finally hit the floor, leaving Zack in black boxer-briefs that hugged a very impressive package.

And as before, Zack stood there and studied him.

Nathaniel Hawking was proving to be the most glorious puzzle Zack had ever tried solving. Over the years, he’d developed a keen ability to read people quickly, to understand what would excite them, make them squeal, and ultimately to beg. Granted, he hadn’t exercised that ability in three years, since leaving that life behind, but he was still good at reading people, which worked to his advantage in his everyday life.

Nat was more difficult. He was unlike anyone Zack had met before, at once open and guarded, desperate for attention while also seeking anonymity. The contradictions attracted Zack to him as much as his hot, naked body did. Those scars were concerning, but Nat had asked him to leave it be for tonight, and Zack would honor his boy’s wishes.

No, he’s not your boy. This isn’t a scene, it’s sex.

It had been a long damned time since Zack had separated the two, and his natural inclination toward domination was warring with his softer side that simply wanted to please Nat. His lovely Nat, who was spread out on his back, propped up on his elbows, legs askew, so perfectly wanton that Zack wanted to devour him. To lick every inch of skin, tease every curve and plane of muscle, explore each nook and crevice with his fingers and tongue.

Zack climbed onto the bed and knelt between Nat’s spread legs, admiring the long, slender length of him. He was almost too skinny, his ribs too sharp, but power thrummed beneath that pale skin. He rubbed his palms up Nat’s legs, from ankle to knee, from knee to upper thigh, enjoying the tickle of fine hair over smooth skin. The way honed muscles jumped beneath his touch. Nat’s cock lay flat against his stomach, red and hard with a lovely mushroom head peeking out from the foreskin. But he’d already tasted Nat there.

The lube was within arm’s reach, but Zack wasn’t ready for it yet. He had another spot he still needed to taste before lube got involved. Zack gripped Nat behind his knees and pushed his legs back and apart, tilting Nat’s hips and exposing his pretty pink hole.

Nat made a desperate noise and his face flushed bright red. “Oh fuck.”

“You like getting your asshole licked?”

“I, uh, don’t know.”

That startled Zack into putting Nat’s legs back down, but he didn’t release them. “No one’s ever rimmed you before?”

“No. I’ve, um, done it to others, but no one’s ever. You know.” His eyes crinkled at the edges, betraying his embarrassment, and that wouldn’t do.

“I’m a little mad at your previous partners for not reciprocating, but I’m selfishly happy I get to be your first. There are few things I love doing more than getting a guy soft and wet with my tongue and spit.”

Nat’s entire lower body trembled. “Really?”

“Yes. I will never lie to you about sex, Nat. Not what I like or don’t like, or what my experience is. I hope you’ll trust me with the same honesty.”

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