Page 97 of Dare to be Different

“Shit.” He gasps.

“Are you okay?” I try to pull out, but he keeps me there. “More lube?”

“No more lube. Fuck. Just keep going.”

I rock into him, gentle and slow. Zahn wants more, so I press forward. His eyes snap to mine and he lets out a gravelly sound, partway between a moan and a choke. His legs vice around my hips and his ass squeezes my cock, hugging it in all the ways that make it want to shoot off too soon. I pull out a bit, holding my breath, and when I thrust inside him, I let it out as a moan.

“Oh my fuck,” I praise him. Or this. This whole fucking situation is everything. From the way his fingertips dig into my skin to the way his legs clamp around me to keep me steady, I’m living for this moment. It’s slowed down to allow for appreciation, but the finer details are evading me because I’m so hyperfocused on the way his ass clenches around my shaft.

“Are… are you all the way in?” he asks.

I laugh. I can’t help it. He laughs with me because every single person who gets fucked in the ass must ask that question. “Half.”

“Good lord.”

I grin, cocky. “You okay?”

“I’m… yeah. More than okay. It’s weird, but fuck, I like it. More, Remy.”

More. Okay. I alternate between watching my dick enter his ass and checking in on his face to make sure he’s okay. My body goes through phases of edging itself, but breath control and the absolute need to make this good for Zahn keep me in check. When my thighs hit his ass, our eyes connect.

“We’re fucking,” he whispers like he’s just clueing in. “Holy shit, Remy. We’re fucking.”

“Oh, good. Glad you’re with it enough to know that.” I pull out and push back in. “We’re fucking.”

Zahn doesn’t know if he wants to moan, laugh, gape at the absurdity of it, or turn primal. But after a few thrusts, I make that decision for him because I can’t fucking help myself. He seems fine, not in pain, wanting more, so I slam into him hard and fast. His harsh inhale and slow groan are all the permission I need to keep going.

There’s lube everywhere, but I don’t even care because I’m fucking Zahn Dare, and it’s the best feeling I’ve ever experienced. The awkward energy switches to blatant need, and when Zahn starts rocking his body to meet my thrusts, I buckle forward and wrap a hand around his chin. His lips hit mine, but his teeth rake over my bottom lip a second later. The growl that vibrates from his mouth tingles all the way down my spine, making my ass spasm in anticipation for when we swap roles.

Zahn goes nuts. He holds me still and rocks on my dick, fucking me from the bottom position like the asshole he is. I knew he’d do that.

“Feel good, Zahn?” I thrust deep inside him and hold still.

“So fucking good,” he groans. “Fuck yes.”

“You like getting fucked by a cock?”

“Mmm, just yours. Only you, Remy.”

That declaration has me feeling bold and brave. I grab his cock, jacking him off as I fuck into him. “I’m too close. Fuck this feels good.”

I’m sweating, breathing hard, wondering how the fuck I can fly a heli when I can’t even manage the coordination to fuck him and jerk him at the same time. I’m three pumps from exploding. There’s nothing euphoric or exciting about being in my bedroom. No music plays, no other people are around, no sex is happening anywhere else in the area, yet we’ve built the vibe we both crave from nothing but our chemistry and an awkward start, and now we’re thriving in it.

“I’m there,” he says, head pushing into the mattress. “Fuck knows how, but I am. Come with me, Remy. Ah, god.”

When my orgasm hits, I lose my grip on his cock and fall forward, still fucking him. Zahn ruts up against me, using my abs to get himself off. I’m coming in his ass, barely coherent, not even breathing, when he cries out in pleasure, slicking the space between our bodies. His greedy hands pull down on my back, making sure I stay pressed against him through his orgasm, and fuck me, I love that he’s bold enough to take everything he wants.

“Fuuuuuck, Remy.”

My name in his voice, coming out as a desperate moan, is the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. My head falls forward, banging against his, but I can’t even help it. Tremors of pleasure shake me, buckling my joints and fatiguing my muscles. All feeling goes to my dick, radiating pleasure to encapsulate me fully.

“I’m sorry,” I groan, still coming down from my high.

“For what?” he asks, fatigue in his voice.

For all of it. “For falling. For squishing you. For coming in your ass when we never talked about it. Jesus fuck, Zahn, I don’t even think I’m human right now.” I slump down on top of him and he laughs against my hair. He winces a second later when my dick pops free painfully. “And for that.”

Zahn chuckles against the side of my head, breathing hard against my ear. “I fucking loved that. All of it. Can’t believe I actually came. Dom said I might not the first time.” He wraps his arms around me, holding on tight. “Fuck. Get hard again.”

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