Page 88 of Everything That Kills Me
“And you need to keep breathing.”
Zeph was doing his best to hide how much discomfort he was in. He didn’t want Jack to stop. But with the next penetration, Zeph arched his back and gave a loud cry.
Jack’s finger slid in and out, slow and careful. Zeph wasn’t entirely sure he’d ever want to do this again. But guys didn’t get split apart—well, that he knew of—but he’d go on Google later because he didn’t think he could ask Jack to wait while he checked. All he had to do was breathe and relax.
“You’re doing so well.” Jack’s voice was croaky.
“Can’t I havebrilliantly?”
Jack pushed a little harder.Two fingers.“Brilliantly. Sorry. I’m trying to make it good for you and not come all over you at the same time.”
Zeph managed a faint laugh and Jack moved a little deeper, then deeper, then did some twisty thing with his fingers, and discomfort turned to pleasure. Not just pleasure, but a sharp, breath-stealing, blinding sensation of…Oh God. No words to describe it.
“Oh,” he groaned. “Oooh, oooooh. That’s really good.”
Then it wasn’t fingers but Jack’s cock pressing into him and somehow, impossibly, it was partway inside and it was too much. But Jack was kissing him and Zeph could feel his body coping, adjusting, accepting and finally reaching the point of wanting more.
“Fuu…uuck.” Jack’s breathing hiccupped as he sank all the way in, his hips finally wedged against Zeph’s backside, his body pressing Zeph down into the mattress.
Zeph’s voice had gone. He couldn’t make a sound. Or breathe. Or move. Somehow it was the not being able to move that he couldn’t cope with.
“Okay?” Jack whispered.
“Can I turn over?”
He thought Jack would have to pull out, but he somehow twisted him round, still partly inside him and pulled him back so Zeph was on all fours. Now he missed looking at Jack’s face.Do not ask him to switch again!
When Jack began to move, Zeph felt it throughout his entire body. But in this position he could push back into Jack’s thrust, and then the two of them were working together and Zeph could breathe and…guess what…there was a cloud one million.
Jack’s deep thrusts had them both making all sorts of noises. He slid his arms under Zeph’s shoulders as he shunted into him. Zeph turned his head and they shared a long kiss before his head dropped to the pillow. A fire had started in Zeph’s belly and with every drive Jack made, the flames grew bigger.
It was as if some space inside Zeph that had been empty most of his life had been finally filled. This was him. This was what he wanted. Jack. Inside him. In his life. Zeph’s nerve endings sparked like fireworks as Jack kept going, driving harder now so that the sound of their bodies slapping together along with their gasps and cries filled the room.
The force of Jack’s movements pushed Zeph up the bed, rubbing his cock on the duvet to the point where he wanted desperately to come. As if Jack knew, his hand slid under Zeph and wrapped around him. Then it happened embarrassingly fast. Zeph cried out, his toes curled and he spurted into Jack’s fingers. Jack was ramming into him, sending aftershocksthrough Zeph’s body. He was overwhelmed, overcome, overpowered… And it was perfect. Especially when Jack gave a loud cry and Zeph felt him come. He lay plastered to Zeph’s back, his face pressed into the curve of his neck, his breathing rapid. And when he finally moved out of him, Zeph wanted him back.
I’m always going to want him.
In any other situation that would have been a thought that made him happy. Instead, it fed a darkness that began to consume the feelings he’d just revelled in. Zeph stopped himself going down that path. He knew better than to ruin the present with thoughts of the past or future. So he put a smile on his face when he turned to look at Jack. “Handcuffs next time?”
Twenty-Two
They spent a long time in bed over the next twenty-four hours. Only the need for the bathroom or food coaxed them out of it.
The morning they were due to leave, they showered and dressed and Zeph gave a sigh as he looked around the room. He’d never come back here but the memories…
“We could take the clean sheets, pillows and towels,” Jack told him. “They might be useful. You okay to lose everything that’s left?”
“The duvet can be chucked. It was an old one anyway. And you made me come all over it. So many times!”
“Sorry.”
“Are you?”
“No.” Jack smirked. “I’ll get the car.”
By the time Jack pulled up, Zeph was waiting outside. He’d left his keys with Lester who’d hand them in with his when he left at the end of the month. Jack got out to help him load up.
“What’s in there?” Zeph nodded towards a cardboard box in the boot.
