Zeke palmed Korey’s cock. “Do you jack off to fantasies of me as often as I stroke myself to thoughts of you?”
“If you mean almost daily, then yes,” Korey answered honestly. Korey’s chest expanded. Zeke lightly stroked him, torturing him with the promise of more.
“What do I do to you in these fantasies?”
“Everything,” Korey gasped as Zeke tightened his hold on Korey’s cock.
“Do I make you suffer, dragging out your pleasure?”
Korey was too horny to be embarrassed. “Yes.”
“Am I ever on my knees?” Zeke asked against Korey’s shoulder. His lips brushed Korey’s skin with every syllable.
“No.”
Zeke paused, as if shocked by Korey’s response. “Do you think I won’t drop right here and take you down my throat?”
Without an ounce of shame, Korey held Zeke’s gaze in the mirror. “That’s not how I picture you when I imagine you sucking my dick. You’re always on your back, and I’m always riding your face.” Korey couldn’t believe the words leaving his lips. He’d been silent too long, craving what he never thought to have. Now Zeke watched him with lust in his gaze while offering Korey a life beyond anything he could’ve imagined. Korey planned to savor every second.
“Yes. Let’s do that,” Zeke said as he snatched Korey off his feet and headed for the bed. Unwanted nerves set in as he watched Zeke settle onto his back. “Get up here.”
Korey licked his lips, fighting back the butterflies. The heat in Zeke’s gaze was the only thing saving him from blushing and stammering his uncertainties. Instead, he held on to the headboard for support as he straddled Zeke’s head. All nervousness fled as he stared down the line of his body. The hunger in Zeke’s eyes was everything. The admission escaped with ease. “You’re the sexiest man I’ve ever seen. I haven’t looked away since the first time we met.”
“I have things to say too, baby, but right now, I want this.” Zeke licked Korey’s erection from root to crown. The air left Korey’s lungs on a whoosh. Then, the man took Korey down his throat, and time stopped. The world fell away. Nothing existed but the pull of Zeke’s mouth and the tightening of his throat. Korey took what he offered, openly fucking the man’s willing throat and mouth. He swore he could feel every taste bud as they scraped his crown. Zeke moved from his dick to his balls, sucking them before licking Korey’s asshole. Korey was sensation and desire. Nothing else. He was shameless. Moans filled the air. They had to be his, but Korey couldn’t control the noises coming from his throat. His cock was back down Zeke’s throat and Korey knew he wouldn’t last much longer. His mind narrowed, focusing on nothing but his looming orgasm. He perched on the precipice. Korey rocked against Zeke’s face, his control gone. He reached for release. The world tilted, and Korey found himself on his back. He didn’t have time to come down from his high or cry out in denial over the loss of Zeke’s mouth right at the moment he needed it most. Zeke ripped into a condom and was shoving his way inside Korey before he knew what happened. A cry tore from his lips. The most powerful orgasm he’d ever experienced slammed into him. Zeke’s mouth covered his, swallowing his moans.
Zeke’s dick stretched him wide and hit at all the right angles. Wave after wave of pleasure rocked Korey. Between Zeke’s rough kiss and Korey’s ecstasy, he couldn’t catch his breath. He didn’t care. Oxygen was overrated. Nothing mattered but Zeke’s cock filling him and the mess between their bodies. Together, they were real and raw. Everything about them was perfect. Zeke pressed his forehead to Korey’s. He sucked air through his open mouth, visibly fighting to breathe as he held Zeke’s jaw. His eyes were shut. Korey couldn’t look away. Zeke made being inside him look like it was the most amazing place on earth. Korey wanted to give him the world—make him scream. He wondered if Zeke owned toys. He’d love to suck the man’s dick while pulling out some dildo moves. Fantasies of Zeke’s cum coating his tongue and tying the man to the bed floated through Korey’s mind.
“Come for me, sexy. I plan to spend the rest of my life rocking your world.”
Zeke’s eyes opened. He pumped faster while holding Korey’s stare. The ecstasy made his eyelids heavy, but Korey couldn’t close his eyes against this. His fingers dug into Zeke’s back, urging him on. Sweat slickened their skin. Korey couldn’t blink. He didn’t want to miss Zeke’s explosion. Zeke’s muscles tensed. Korey held his breath. A loud gasp burst from Zeke. Korey swore he felt the moment their souls met.
Zeke collapsed into him, holding Korey tight enough he couldn’t expand his lungs. “I took my pants off. You have to come home now,” he said between loud breaths.
“Do you own handcuffs?”
A tired-sounding laugh brushed the shell of Korey’s ear. “Do I need them to keep you from leaving me again?”
Korey stroked Zeke’s back. “No. I was just thinking I’d like to keep you chained to the bed for a while when we get home. I’m not going anywhere, and I don’t want you to either.”
Zeke’s lips brushed the spot beneath Korey’s ear. “Don’t worry. I’m in this forever,” he whispered against Korey’s skin.
Korey smiled against Zeke’s shoulder. Every night he’d spent wishing Zeke was his had been worth it. “I can deal with forever,” Korey whispered back, and he would. To be with Zeke, Korey would give anything. Do anything. Zeke meant everything to Korey. Always would.
Keep an eye out for Book 2, Sugar Boss.
About the Author
Charity Parkerson is an award winning and multi-published author with several companies. Born with no filter from her brain to her mouth, she decided to take this odd quirk and insert it in her characters.
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