Page 183 of Captivated

Zeeb arched his eyebrows. “It is?”

Nate stared at him. “I think having my dick sucked for the first time counts as popping my cherry, don’t you?” He paused. “Unless that’s not something you want to do.”

Zeeb let out a chuckle. “Why would I not want to get my mouth on you? And if we’re gonna do that, we don’t need lube.” He dropped it onto the blanket, then crooked his finger. “Stand up.”

Nate blinked. “Seriously?”

He rolled his eyes. “You think I can do something as strenuous as suck you off?” He gestured to his collarbone. “Uh-uh. I could make it even worse, not to mention it would be painful as fuck. Soyouare gonna stand in front of me an’ feed me your cock.” Another grin. “AndIam gonna sit here an’ take as much as you wanna give.” He waggled his eyebrows. “Besides, while you’re standing, you can keep a lookout for any passing hikers or riders.” He gave Nate a pointed stare. “You’re still sitting. Maybe you don’t want that blow job after all,” he quipped.

“I was hoping you’d kiss me first,” Nate murmured.

Zeeb smiled. “Kissin’ you is fast becoming one of my favorite things to do.” Nate got on his knees and shuffled closer, sighing when their lips met in a tender kiss.

Zeeb could kiss Nate all day long. It was like food for his soul. Nate’s hands were warm on his face, his lips soft, and the noises that tumbled from them set him alight, his own body trembling in anticipation.

He pulled back. “Stand up, baby.”

Nate was on his feet in a heartbeat, his fingers trembling as he unfastened the buckle on his belt.

“Plant your feet on either side of my hips,” Zeeb suggested. “You’ll be more balanced that way.” He nodded as Nate straddled him. “That’s it. Now… take your dick out.”

Nate lowered the zipper, reached into his briefs, and freed his solid cock, tucking both the cotton and the denim under his balls.

Zeeb licked his lips. “Lord, that is a thing of beauty.” Nate’s slim shaft jutted toward him, flushed, the head peeking out from beneath the sheath of skin.

“Is this where I remind you about teeth?” Nate teased.

He laughed, unable to tear his gaze away from Nate’s dick.

Nate cupped Zeeb’s chin, tilting his face up. “You’ve never touched a guy’s cock before, have you?”

Zeeb shook his head. “Thought about it, though. Thought about it a lot.”

Nate glanced around them, then smiled. “Touch it.”

Zeeb curled his hand around warm hard flesh, the skin satiny beneath his fingertips. Nate let out a low moan, and Zeeb’s heart soared.

He wants this as much as I do.

“Pull the skin back a little,” Nate instructed.

Zeeb did as he was told, entranced by the sight of a bead of pre-cum at the slit.

“I’ve tasted my own,” he said in a low voice. “Cuz who hasn’t done that? But I gotta wonder if yours’ll taste any different.”

“Then stop wondering and find out.”

Zeeb gazed up at him. “You’re gettin’ a bit bolder. I like that.” Then Nate shifted forward a little and brushed the head of his dick over Zeeb’s lips. Zeeb licked them. He smiled. “No, it don’t taste like mine. Yours is sweeter.” He took the tip of Nate’s cock between his lips, and Nate shuddered. Zeeb held his breath and gave it a good suck.

“Oh my God,” Nate exclaimed. He brought his hands to Zeeb’s head and cradled it. “Do it again.” He rocked his hips, sliding his dick a little deeper into Zeeb’s mouth, and Zeeb moaned around it. “Oh God, I can feel that all the way to my balls,” Nate said with a groan. He held Zeeb’s head steady and settled into a rhythm, slow and even, each time pushing a bit farther.

Zeeb put his hand on Nate’s ass, not exerting any pressure but to give himself something to hold on to. Nate picked up a little speed, and Zeeb did his best not to move as Nate rolled his hips, sliding in and out of Zeeb’s mouth, punctuating each glide of his cock with a staccato breath. Now and then Nate raised his head and scanned the horizon before returning his focus to Zeeb’s mouth.

Zeeb’s dick ached, but he ignored it, delivering all his attention to the stiff shaft pistoning between his lips. Nate’s hips jerked, and Zeeb knew it wouldn’t be long. He flicked his gaze up to Nate’s face, and Nate’s eyes widened.

“Oh God, look at you.” He stiffened, pulling free of Zeeb’s mouth.

“You seem to be calling on God a lot,” Zeeb gasped. “Not sure how he feels about being called on in the middle of a blow job.”

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