by DHP
“I’ve wanted to do this all night,” Zack muttered, his breath warm against Dexter’s face. Zack ground against him as his hands moved up under his jacket. Dexter put his hands on Zack’s to stop him, but instead he pressed those hands closer, wanting him to fondle and caress him.
Dexter closed his eyes and raised his face as Zack pressed hot kisses on his lips, his teeth bruising and biting Dexter’s lips. Dexter groaned into his mouth. His cock felt heavy and swollen, constricted by the tight leather pants he was wearing.
He began to pull at his own clothing and Zack put his hands down to help him, shoving aside his jacket, working the buttons on his shirt. In turn, Dexter pulled Zack’s sweater over his head, all the while grinding his erection urgently against him. His hands found their way to Zack’s waistband and his fly. He slipped his hand inside, enjoying the hissing gasp Zack made as he closed his hand around him.
Then Zack was turning him around, and his hard fingers found the entrance to Dexter’s body.
Dexter gasped in his turn as Zack held him in place, stroking his hips in sweet caresses, sliding his hands down his crease and finding his tender puckered hole.
“I want you, X,” he moaned against Dexter’s neck, sliding his finger gently inside him. The brush of his fingers in that place felt amazing and started an ache in his chest. Pulling Dexter away from the door, Zack walked him to the bedroom, chucking off his clothing as he went. When he got him to the bed, he laid him down, pushing his knees up. Dexter was taking in great gulps of air, grabbing his knees and holding them up to give Zack greater access.
Zack only waited long enough to find the lube and a condom. His hands shaking, he spread the lube over the entrance of Dexter’s body while his other hand cupped his balls, cradling them gently in his hands. “So sweet…” Zack whispered.
Zack stretched him carefully as he leaned over him, keeping eye contact while his fingers probed Dexter’s most secret places. Then Zack pressed into the backs of Dexter’s legs and pushed his cock slowly into him. Dexter’s muscles gave way to him, even as big as he was, and slowly but surely he shoved deep into Dexter’s body until he could feel the soft hair of his groin against his buttocks. They were locked so tightly together Dexter could feel his heartbeat.
There was no way he could last—this felt too good, and it had been too long. Zack thrust once, twice and Dexter’s body responded eagerly. He bucked up against him, crying out softly, trying to match the rhythm of Zack’s thrusts. Zack changed his angle and raked his cock over Dexter’s prostate, and it was like a dam burst inside him. He came in long, creamy spurts that sprayed up over his stomach and onto Zack’s chest.
Zack thrust harder and came a few seconds later, groaning and pulling Dexter tightly against him. They lay together for a few moments, trying to catch their breath, and then Zack got up and stumbled to the bathroom. He came out with a clean, warm cloth and swiped at Dexter’s chest and groin. Then he fell down onto the bed beside him, drawing him up against him and murmuring something in his hair.
Dexter waited until his breathing became even, and then he slipped from the bed, pulled on his clothes quickly and made his escape. He couldn’t be there in the morning to see the rejection in Zack’s face. He would surely wonder why Dexter had hung around so long—he was only a paid escort, after all. Once the sex was over, what was the point of sticking around?
****
Now, lying on his back on the floor of his apartment, he wondered if he’d had some kind of crazy nightmare. His hands were still tied in front of him, though, evidence that this had been no dream. He sat up and the tiny envelope fell from where it had landed on his chest. He picked it up and stared down at it. On the front of the envelope it said, To Dexter, From Zack.
Hissing in a deep breath, he opened the envelope, carefully manipulating it with his free fingers.
A tiny, heart shaped valentine was inside. He drew it out and found a quote inside.
I love thee, I love but thee
With a love that shall not die
'Till the sun grows cold
And the stars grow old.
—William Shakespeare
Dexter pressed the card to his heart, overcome with emotion. A loud knocking on the door made him jump. He got warily to his feet as the knocking got louder and Dexter made his way carefully to the door. Since he was still naked, he opened the door only a couple of inches and peered around it. A big hand caught hold of it and shoved it open. Strong arms caught Dexter in time to prevent him from falling. It was Zack again, staring down at him with a little smile on those perfect lips.
“You didn’t call me.”
“You-you just left,” Dexter said, shuddering as Zack’s lips found his throat.
Zack raised his head and stared down at him. “I said soon.” He kissed the tip of Dexter’s nose and drew him over to the sofa. He sat down and pulled Dexter into his lap.
“You-you knew my name was Dexter?”
“Of course. I recognized you right away, despite the black hair and the makeup. You don’t need all that, you know. You’re gorgeous just as you are. ”
“Oh,” Dexter said, his voice not much louder than a squeak. “But you played along.”
“Of course. I tried for months to get you to notice me. Once in the cafeteria you gave me a smile, but then you wouldn’t look at me again, no matter how hard I tried.”
“Why didn’t you speak to me?”
Zack lifted his shoulder. “You seemed so shy I didn’t want to scare you. Then you started avoiding me—jumping up and talking off whenever I came close. I figured you weren’t interested.”
“I was. I am! I was always interested, but you’re so…and I’m so…”
“What? Gorgeous? Sweet? Vulnerable? I saw all that, but I decided you wanted me to leave you alone. Then I took up with Brian. It was a mistake, baby. Can you forgive me?”
“Uh-huh.” It finally registered on his brain that he was sitting naked in Zack’s lap, his hands still tied in front of him. He watched as his body turned completely pink.
Zack noticed too and grinned. “Oh you’re not getting away from me so easily, X. Not now that I finally have you. I kind of like that nickname, by the way. X can also be an unknown quantity, and you sure surprised me. When I saw your profile I couldn’t believe it,” Zack continued. “I’d almost changed my mind by then about even going to that stupid party. But then, when you answered my ad, I would have done anything to get you alone and all to myself.”
“And the Valentine?” I whispered.
“It means what it says—I love you, sweetheart. I want you so much. Oh, and that other thing you said X can stand for? Kisses? I think we definitely should explore that a little more.”
For the rest of the morning, Dexter did exactly that.
The End
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Destiny Blaine and her pseudonyms are bestselling international e-book and trade paperback authors. She lives in East Tennessee with her husband and daughter. Her son is serving in the United States Navy.
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