Page 193 of Captivated

“Are you okay?” Nate drew back for a second, scanning Zeeb’s face.

“I’m more than okay. I’m… happy,” he said, his voice so thick with emotion that he barely recognized it. Then he let out a wry chuckle. “I’m also playing this by ear.”

A soft, nervous laugh escaped Nate’s lips. “Me too.”

There was something comforting in their lack of experience, like a shared secret.

“I just want you to feel good,” Zeeb whispered into Nate’s ear. “This… This isn’t like the way they described. This is something else. Something real.” He didn’t need to specify whotheywere.

It wasn’t just about the physical anymore. It was about the space they shared, the trust…

The love.

He sat on the bed, and Nate shoved pillows behind him until he was comfortable. He dropped the towel to the floor, his slim cock curving up.

Nate chuckled as he looked Zeeb up and down. “Where to begin.”

Before Zeeb could make a suggestion, Nate joined him on the bed, his weight on his elbow, his shoulder snug against Zeeb’s hip. Zeeb’s heartbeat quickened as Nate’s warm, wet mouth surrounded the head of his dick, his hand on Zeeb’s sac, holding it as he worked Zeeb’s shaft with lips and tongue. Nate worshipped his cock, stroking Zeeb’s thigh before resuming his gentle tugging.

Zeeb could lie there and let Nate suck him all goddamn day, but they had a destination in mind, and he didn’t intend being nothing but a spectator.

“Wanna taste you too,” Zeeb murmured. “Turn around, sweetheart. Put that cock where I can get at it.” He shifted a little farther down the bed, then pointed to his face. “Right here.”

“Like this?” Nate moved, his knees straddling Zeeb’s chest, his ass tilted high.

Dear Lord. Zeeb got his first eyeful of a guy’s hole, and his dick jerked.

So pretty and pink.

“Back up a bit.” Zeeb wrapped his fingers around Nate’s shaft and licked the head. Nate groaned, and a heartbeat later, his mouth enclosed Zeeb’s cock once more.

Fuck, that feels amazing.

Nate didn’t know which was better—Zeeb’s mouth on his dick, or Zeeb’s cock between his lips. He couldn’t stay still, his hips rolling a little as he drove his shaft a little deeper, his mouth full of hard flesh. His body tingled, his mind racing with anticipation.

“Fuck, best sixty-nine ever,” Zeeb said with a groan. Nate twisted to peer at him, and Zeeb pointed forward. “Keep on suckin’.”

Zeeb’s mouth was winning.

Then he stopped, and Nate froze. “Something wrong?”

“Just something I wanna try. I’ve seen it done lots of times, but…”

Nate gasped as Zeeb’s tongue flicked over his hole. “Oh God,” he moaned.

“Calling on your Maker again?” Zeeb said before resuming his illicit teasing.

“That… that feels—” All words died in his throat, and all of a sudden his body was on fire, every nerve and cell singing and dancing with pleasure.

“You like that,” Zeeb said with a chuckle. “Which is good, because I fuckin’loveit.”

Nate forgot about the shaft in his hand, lost in the overwhelming pleasure Zeeb’s tongue created. He rocked back and forth, wanting more, chasing the sensations.

Then the sensations stopped, and he caught thesnickof the lube bottle cap.

Nate’s heart lurched.

“I’m not exactly small, and I don’t wanna hurt you, so it seems like a good idea if I do… this.”

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