Page 49 of New Year

“I do trust you. I don’t always trust myself.”

“That’s something we can work on together another time. First, I need to take my time eating you out, until you’re so desperate to come you’re begging me to fuck you.”

Nat squeaked. “Promise?”

“Oh yes.”

He arranged Nat on his stomach, a pillow under his lower belly so his ass was tipped into the air. As much as he wanted to see Nat’s face, this was more comfortable than Nat bent in half, lungs compressed. They could both enjoy it with Nat relaxed and spread and able to breathe.

Zack bit both of Nat’s taut cheeks, enjoying the surprised huffs those nips elicited. Nat humped the pillow once then settled. Eager to see exactly how responsive Nat was going to be to this new-to-him thing, Zack pulled his cheeks apart, exposing his hole again. Nat’s thighs trembled.

“Relax and enjoy this, sweetheart,” Zack said, then flicked the tip of his tongue against that pink, puckered muscle.

Nat’s hips jerked. “Oh fuck. That’s so different.”

“Just wait.”

He bit Nat’s left cheek, earning a surprised yelp that settled into a long moan. A second flick of his tongue earned another hip jerk. Zack entertained himself with the tease, alternating long swipes with short flicks, sensitizing Nat’s skin with every touch. Nat never stopped making noise, begging without words, and each little sound made Zack harder. Made him want to please Nat even more. His own dick was hard and pulsing and desperate for attention.

Soon.

Time to send Nat into orbit first.

Zack sealed his lips around Nat’s hole and licked at the tight muscle, pushing and teasing and trying to thrust inside. Attacking that barrier with everything he had, savoring the unique, musky flavor of Nat. Drinking down the cries and thrusts and every small squirm. He also listened for real discomfort or fear, and he heard none. Only affirmations that this was right, this was wanted. This wasneeded.

He devoured Nat’s asshole until his tongue slid inside perfect, tight heat. More of that unique flavor burst in his senses, filling his mouth and nose. Nat babbled and jerked and begged, and Zack did not relent. He wanted Nat undone. For Nat to completely lose his mind, forget all the ghosts haunting him, and just exist.

Nat’s entire body was turning inside out, and he didn’t know what to do. He wanted to push it away, to stop the intense sensations radiating from his ass; he wanted to demand Zack go harder, deeper, more, right now! Nothing in his life had prepared him for his ass being eaten by a man who knew what the fuck he was doing. Nothing.

His comprehension skills were withering away, starved by lack of blood flow anywhere except his dick and balls and asshole. He’d been fingered; he’d been fucked; he’d been double-teamed twice and even fisted once. He’d never been licked and tongue-stabbed and taken apart so thoroughly by one man’s talented mouth.

Nat writhed and moaned and thrashed, but strong hands kept him down. Kept him trapped in the best way possible. No fear. No pain. No roughness. Only pleasure and kindness and joy. On and on, beyond reason. “Fuck….fuck…fuck me. Fuck me!”

Zack bit his right cheek. “Are you sure, sweetheart? Sure that you’re soft for me?”

“Yes, please, now.”

“Almost.”

“Fuuuuuuck.”

Motion behind him barely made it over the endorphins ravaging Nat’s mind. Then something slick and solid slid into Nat’s ass. Finger. Lube.Fuck yeah.Nat’s mouth fell open in a long, desperate gasp. He humped Zack’s finger, needing so much more than the way Zack fucked him with it. Slow at first, a gentle tease that only pushed Nat higher.

The finger slid free of his hole, and then Nat was being moved. Rolled onto his back. Legs pushed and shifted aside, opening him up again. Nat gave in to the handling, trusting Zack implicitly, body soaring on endorphins and ecstasy, and—he hoped—a stupendous imminent release. Zack groped at his ass, and Nat’s eyes rolled back when Zack thrust two fingers inside, fucking him to the last knuckle, driving Nat higher with only his hand.

This part he knew. Fucking, he knew.

The tender kissing, licking, and making love to his asshole?

That was a completely new, brain-shattering experience for Nat. But now it was back to what he knew. Fingers in his ass, preparing him to be fucked. Only…not? No one, not a hook-up, not Austin, not a paying third, had ever taken Nat apart like Zack was tonight. This wasn’t just like every other encounter. This wasthem.

Nathaniel and Zachary. No one else.

He thrust up against Zack’s fingers, so thick and solid inside his ass. “More, please, I need more.”

“It’s coming.”

“Now!” Nat didn’t recognize his own voice, not used to demanding. Not used to having a choice of who or when or what, and now he did. Zack was showing him everything he’d never known was true about sex, that he could be active in his own pleasure, instead of always passive. “Get your goddamn dick in me.”

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