Page 194 of Captivated

Nate gasped as Zeeb slowly slid a finger into Nate’s ass.

“Oh.Oh.”

Zeeb’s sigh sounded almost awed. “Fuck, that feels good. Tight, warm…”

Then he began to move his finger, a leisurely stroking motion that lit up all the nerve endings in Nate’s ass like a firecracker. Nate shivered, bowing his head, every ounce of attention focused on Zeeb’s careful movement in and out of his hole.

“That feel okay?”

Nate remembered to breathe. “It felt sort of… alien at first, but now?” He pushed back a little. “Feels good.”

“How about now?”

Nate groaned when Zeeb added another finger. “Oh wow. That feels full.”

Zeeb chuckled. “Sweetheart. Not as full as you’re gonna be. Think you can give my dick some love while I do this? He’s feelin’ a tad neglected, and he’s got an awful big job to do.”

Nate managed a chuckle. He held Zeeb’s shaft steady at the root, then licked a path along its length before taking it between his lips.

Zeeb’s groan of pleasure sent a wave of pride surging through him. It wasn’t long before Nate was fucking himself on Zeeb’s fingers, moaning around the thick cock that filled his mouth. Then Zeeb withdrew them, and a heartbeat later, his words sent a spike of heat through Nate.

“Ride me?”

He turned around, his chest rising and falling. Zeeb’s face was flushed, his lips parted. He pointed to the nightstand. “We’re gonna need that.”

Nate grabbed the bottle and flipped the cap. “How much do we need?”

Zeeb snorted. “You’re gonna slick it up, not drown it, put it that way.”

Nate squeezed the clear liquid onto Zeeb’s dick, then smeared it down the shaft. Then he added a little more. “Do you think that’s enough?”

Zeeb laughed. “Hey, it’s your ass, baby.”

Nate set the bottle aside, his heart thumping. “We’re going to take this slow, right?”

“As slow as you need,” Zeeb assured him. “Just remember not to put any weight on my shoulders.”

Nate sat astride him, then reached back awkwardly to guide Zeeb’s slick cock between his ass cheeks, the wide head against his hole. Zeeb’s hand was on his waist, moving with gentle strokes, Zeeb’s gaze locked on Nate’s face.

“Easy, sweetheart. Just sit on it.”

Nate sank down onto Zeeb’s thick shaft, groaning as the head penetrated him. He stared into Zeeb’s eyes, his breathing rapid and staccato. “Oh God.”

Zeeb didn’t break eye contact. “I’m not gonna move, baby. You’re in the driving seat.”

Nate laughed, and Zeeb’s dick popped out of him. “That was your fault.” He guided it back to where it belonged, and this time sank down a little further, his groan louder as Zeeb’s cock stretched his ass.

Zeeb’s fingers circled Nate’s cock, sliding the skin back and forth, and Nate groaned again. “So full,” he whispered. Inch by inch, he impaled himself on Zeeb’s shaft, until at last skin met skin, and Zeeb’s dick was all the way home.

“Being inside you…” Zeeb swallowed. “It feels unbelievable.”

Nate bent down and kissed him, unable to rein in his moans. They stayed like that a while, Nate’s hole stretched around Zeeb’s girth, their lips locked in kiss after kiss.

Finally, he was ready for more.

Nate grabbed the rail above Zeeb’s head, then rolled his hips.

Zeeb groaned. “Fuck, I wanna move.”

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