Page 20 of Show Me How to Heal
“You good?” Zayne asked me, a smirk on his lips, his eyes sparkling dangerously.
“So good,” I murmured, unable to form a more cohesive sentence.
“Good.” Zayne let out a small laugh, then lowered himself on my cock.
When my tip breached his hole, all I wanted to do was thrust upwards, bury myself in his delicious, tight heat until everything else ceased to exist. Instead, I placed my hands on his hips supportively, not trying to push him down, just letting him know I was there. The muscles in my thighs strained from the effort of not doing anything while I couldn’t pull my eyes from Zayne’s face. The way his expression turned from a little pained to comfortable to blissed out with every centimeter was magnificent. Zayne was magnificent.
“Du bist so schön,”I whispered, trying to burn this image into my brain. I never wanted to forget him, never wanted to forget this moment, this man’s beauty. And he was beautiful. Stunning even.
Then he moved and the world around us fell away.
There was nothing more, only Zayne riding me, gyrating his hips. Throwing his head back each time I thrust upwards. His breathing, the beautiful flush turning his tan skin a dark read. His cock bobbing, the tip an angry purple, precum smearing on my stomach.
So hot.
So fucking hot.
Scheiße!
I wouldn’t last.
Couldn’t last.
I tried tensing the muscles in my thighs, and while it apparently did something to Zayne, it did nothing for me. Maybe thinking about something else, something disgusting, would help — but I didn’t want to. I didn’t want to tarnish this moment.
Instead, I grabbed his cock, felt it throbbing in my palm.
“Luke!” Zayne moaned, somehow managing to thrust in my hand. “Not gonna last.”
“Me neither,” I rasped.
Keeping my eyes open was hard at this point, but I didn’t want to close them, didn’t want to miss even a fraction of a second of my time with Zayne.
He bit his lips.
I stroked him faster, twisting my hand a little each time I reached his tip.
He threw his head back and let out an animalistic roar, his hole clenching incredibly tight around me as his cock painted my stomach with his cum.
That was all it took.
The sensations were a tidal wave taking a hold of me and throwing me over a cliff, letting me fall deep into an ocean. It was a shock. My orgasm came so suddenly it was a complete shock to my system.
My muscles tensed, my cock pulsated, balls tightening.
I thrust upwards for the last time and shot my load into the condom while stars started dancing in front of my eyes.
“Zayne!”
I think I screamed his name, but I wasn’t sure.
I had no idea how much time passed until both me and Zayne started relaxing.
At some point, Zayne had lifted himself up, letting my cock slide from his body. He’d taken care of the condom, tying it off and throwing it someplace next to the bed. I didn’t care.
I cared about the man in my arms. The man whose hair I’d currently burrowed my nose in. The man who still occasionally sighed those cute, contented, satisfied sighs. Who drew circles in the cum cooling on my stomach. It was filthy. And sweet.
And I was so completely fucked because I’d liked this way too much and already knew one thing: a one-night stand with Zayne would never be enough.
