Page 68 of Defensive Zone

He swallows roughly as I lift my hand to his face, tracing the shape of his lips with my thumb.

“Will you do that for me?”

“Y-yeah.” His answering nod is shaky, and I grin down at him before slamming my mouth to his. It’s a duel of eager tongues and hungry kisses as I grind my hips against his. When I sit up, he lets out a groan and chases my mouth.

“I need to…” I wave my hand. “Freshen up.”

“Who told you that?”

“The internet.”

Zach presses his lips together like he’s trying not to laugh, but the sparkle in his eyes gives him away. “You’ve been looking it up on the internet?”

“Well, yeah. I didn’t want to go into it blind. I wanted to know what I needed to do to make it easier for you and good for me.”

An adoring smile tips his lips as he shakes his head softly, curving his hand around the back of my head and bringing me in for another kiss. It’s not as frantic as before, but it’s still filled with need.

“Okay, you go. I’ll be waiting out here,” he says, giving my ass a soft slap.

I climb off him and head into the bathroom, taking a quick shower, making sure to clean thoroughly like I’d read, and when I step back out, the lights are off except the ambient lighting behind the headboard. Zach is lying in the center of the bed with the covers kicked off, languidly stroking his hard erection, and the sight instantly makes my cock throb.

Zach’s heated stare trails over my body as I walk over to the bed and climb onto his lap.

“Damn, you’re so fucking hot,” he says, his voice turning a little husky.

My hands go straight into his hair as our mouths meet. His hands move to grab my ass cheeks, kneading and massaging the solid muscle of my glutes as I thrust my cock along the underside of his.

Dipping my head, I graze my teeth up the side of his neck and suck on the delicate skin just below his jaw.

“Get up on your hands and knees,” Zach growls.

I don’t miss a beat. I’m on all fours in an instant, arching my back in a way that has Zach letting out a low moan.

“You are so fucking perfect, Carter.” He begins by smoothing a hand over my spine to the top of my crease as he shifts on his knees until he’s behind me. “Your body is a work of art. I could spend hours exploring every inch of you. Tasting you.” He presses his lips against the back of my thigh, and a shiver travels up my spine as he runs his tongue up to the curve of my ass cheek. “I want to know what makes your bodysing, so I can take you to heaven and make you see stars.”

“I want all of that,” I beg, curling my hands into the bedsheet beneath me.

He hums, and I’m so turned on it’s like I can feel the vibrations from deep in his throat rippling across my skin. A small whimper escapes me as his hot breath fans across my exposed hole before he licks a hot, wet stripe over the furled skin.

“Holy fuck,” I hiss.

I feel so exposed like this, like I’m on display for him to take what he wants. Knowing Zach has probably thought about this moment so many times over the years makes heat coil at the base of my spine.

I moan into the bedsheet as he eats me out, teasing me with flicks of his tongue and deep, satisfied rumbles. I’m awhimpering mess when he moves to lick over my taint and suck on my heavy balls. His hand moves between my legs to take hold of my cock that’s dripping with precome, angling it back so he can take me into his mouth.

“Ngh, fuck, Zach.More.”

It’s like my body is coiled tight, ready to let go at any second.

He sucks me down as deep as he can in this angle before moving back up to my ass.

The sound of the lube cap being clicked open breaks through the thumping in my ears from the blood rushing through my head. Moments later, the feel of cool liquid being spread around my hole causes my toes to curl.

Zach circles his finger around my hole a few times before pushing inside.

I’m unaware I’m holding my breath until he whispers, “Breathe, Carter,” and the breath I was holding whooshes out of me, allowing him to ease all the way inside. He whispers reassuring words and presses kisses to my skin as he works me open, and by the time he’s got a third finger inside me, I’m rocking back on his hand, seeking more.

“Now,” I demand, peering over my shoulder. “I want you inside me, now.”

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