Page 69 of Zachary

Encouraged, I do it again, withdrawing slightly to adjust, trying not to catch him with my teeth. It’s hard, but I guess he’s used to it, because he doesn’t flinch, only eggs me on.

When his thigh muscles are trembling and the low, muttered exclamations of pleasure stop, I lift my gaze, searching for validation. His eyes are squeezed shut, but then he opens them and looks at me, and there’s so much love and lust there that I would happily drown in it.

“Let’s move to the bed,” he says hoarsely. “I’m not going to last, and I want you to come too. We can sixty-nine or—”

I pull off him and wipe the back of my hand over my mouth. “I want you to fuck me.”

He stops talking, and his throat works. “Are you sure?”

“Very.” I get up, feeling new confidence, and grab his hand. “Fuck me now, so I can see your face when you come. Then, when we’ve taken the edge off, we can do everything else.” I lean in to kiss him. “And, Zac, I want to doeverything.”

He hauls me against him, kissing me so hard, I’ll feel it for days, and Iloveit. “How did I get this lucky?” he mutters against my mouth. I want to make him feel that way for the rest of our lives.

We turn to the bed, and he orders, “Your turn to get naked.”

Obediently, I drop my sweatpants, then crawl up onto the mattress, hesitating. Maybe I should stay on my hands and knees? But no—I really do want to see his face this first time. We can change positions later.

Lying back against the pillows, I draw him down to me. His face goes to the crook of my neck, planting kisses there, down over my collarbone.

“Stop,” I insist. “Fuck first. Play later.”

He laughs. “That’s not romantic, Ronan. I thought you wanted our first time to be special?”

I shrug. “I’m with you. It’s already the most special thing in the world.”

His gaze heats. “I love you.”

Those three words that nobody has ever said to me before I came to Hortplatz mean more than anything I ever had before. “I love you. Now fuck me.”

“Where’s your lube?” He looks over at the nightstand.

“Hold out your hand.” When he does, I pull on a thread of my magic and spell a small puddle of lube into his palm. He blinks at it, then lifts his gaze to me.

“This is going to come in handy.”

“Pun intended?”

“What—oh.” He grins. “Sure. That was definitely on purpose. Open your legs.”

I bend my knees and let them fall open, and my cock points at him in eager anticipation. He bends to lay a kiss on it, then checks to make sure I’m properly prepared—which I am, thanks to my friend Ding Dong—and slicks the remaining lube over himself, positioning his Coke can cock. It nudges against me, and I tremble with restrained desperation.

“Ready?” Zac asks quietly, and I nod.

I thought the dildo stretched me, but I was so, so wrong. This… this is what stretching feels like. It’s a little uncomfortable, even though he’s going slow, but when he pauses, I wrap my arms around his shoulders. “Donotstop.”

“I’m not. Just giving you time to get used to me.” His words are rough, and there’s sweat forming at his hairline. I did this to him.

Experimentally, I adjust my hips, sending him an inch deeper and making us both gasp. “Ronan,” he warns.

“I’m okay,” I assure him. “Just need you.” And it’s true. My body’s adjusting, relaxing, welcoming him, and as it does, my desire comes raging back.

“Slowly,” he repeats, and I let him set the pace.

I feel the subtle change in him when he’s all the way in, the way his muscles seem to relax, then tense for an entirely different reason. “Okay?” he asks, searching my face.

“Perfect,” I assure him. “Can I move?”

“If you want to.” I do, flexing my hips again, and he groans. “I take it back. Just… lie there. Or I’ll die.”

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