Page 18 of Home for Nathan
“I hear you. I need it hard,” he told Nathan. He ached. Deep in the depths of his balls. And he could no more stop pushing into each and every desperate press down than he could stop breathing.
They found a rhythm, strong and steady, Nathan’s expression one of total bliss. The little needy noises encouraged Zion to keep going. He wanted it to last forever, but they both knew it couldn’t. Nothing this good could last. So he reached for Nathan’s prick and began to stroke it.
The way the motion made Nathan’s body grasp his cock made Zion cry out with need. That suited him to the ground.
“You like it?” Zion asked.
“Listen, like isn’t a big enough word.”
If he could be that coherent, Zion wasn’t doing his job. He stroked harder, working the tip with his thumb. And that was enough.
Nathan’s eyes crossed, and that sweet body rippled around him like a fist.
“There,” he demanded. “Right there. Don’t stop.”
Nathan chuckled. “Say please. Knot me. Do it now. Do it now, you beautiful son of a bitch.” Between the shocking command and Nathan’s orgasm, his knot engaged, just slammed in, locking them together. They cried out at the same time, the sounds sweet.
Nathan stared at him, wide-eyed and panting. “You too. It’s only fair.”
“Uh-huh.” Engaging every muscle, Zion went to town, thrusting good and hard, giving his knot what it needed.
Nathan encouraged him with body and words. “Come on, Zion.” That hot little hole squeezed down, proving once and for all that Nathan was, in fact, very, very good at having sex.
Zion let out a roar, filling the apartment, the sound echoing through the entire building, hot seed pumping out of him, his entire body on fire.
And when it all finally faded to a stop, they were slumped together, both of them breathing hard. Locked together.
“Better?” Nathan asked, and he chuckled.
“Shit, honey, I’m so much better than better.”
Nathan just kissed his jaw and then nodded. “Can you stay?”
“I can’t think of anything I want more.”
“Mmmm. Excellent.”
He managed to grab one of the big comforters and pull it over the top of them. Even in the summertime, it could get chilly at night.
Zion grinned up at the ceiling. He guessed he didn’t have to take it slow anymore.
Chapter
Seven
Nathan woke up the next morning, frowning at the scent of coffee filling the apartment. Surely, he hadn’t made any. So he got out of bed and went to stare at Zion, who peered into his refrigerator, a cup of coffee in hand, stark ass naked.
Amazing man. There was all this ink on the hard lines of his athletic body, scenes of mountains and winter plants and animals, as well as snowboards and skis and snowshoes. That was a sight to behold.
“Good morning. I hope the coffee smell is okay.” He got a grin.
“Good morning.”
“What’s safe for breakfast?” Zion asked.
“As long as it’s something that’s not fish, I’m pretty good. I’m kind of moving beyond the really sick part, I think. I mean, I haven’t thrown up at work for almost a week. I think that’s a record.”
Zion rummaged in the fridge. “Do you like working at the grocery store?”
