All Night Long
Chapter Four: Page One
Completely naked and unbearably aroused by hell own
striptease, Zell obeyed Seifer's command and glided
toward him, until his knees bumped his, indicating that
he was only an arm's length away.
His big hands remained splayed on his thighs, his
restraint causing the muscles in his arms to flex.
"Closer," he instructed.
A tight knot of laughter escaped him. "Any closer and
I'll be straddling your lap."
"Exactly." A shameless grin canted his mouth, and when
he hesitated too many seconds, he drawled, "Don't go
all shy on me now, sweetheart, unless you're having
second thoughts?"
Second thoughts, no. A little nervous about him touching
him intimately for the first time, yes, because he knew
that no matter how hard he tried to categorize this
night with him as nothing more than anything-goes sex,
his heart and emotions were already mocking his attempt
to keep things between them purely physical.
He'd started this whole charade, and he was damn well
going to enjoy every bit of it, without regrets.
Ignoring those niggling doubts, he widened her stance
and moved over him, until his legs bracketed his thighs
and his Chest was level with his face.
He started to lower himself, but his hands gripped his
waist, stopping him before he could sit astride his
lap. "Not yet," he rasped as his thumbs brushed along
his flat stomach, over his hipbones, and down to where
the crease of his thighs led to a thatch of curls and a cock shaft.
He felt so exposed, and was grateful for the blindfold
protecting him from his hot, penetrating gaze, though
he knew he could feel him trembling. Every nerve in his
body seemed suspended as he waited for him to make the
next move, and then he leaned forward and touched his
lips to his belly.
He gasped. His damp mouth was like fire, his breath
feathering across his skin like a slow, burning caress.
He traced the indentation of his hips and waist, then
glided his palms back down to his thighs and up and
around to his ass. He cupped and squeezed his flesh,
licked his stomach as if he were a sweet treat he
wanted to savor. His wicked tongue found his navel and
delved inside, tasting him as he'd dared him to do.
The pleasure spiraling through him was too much...and
not enough. He wanted to clench his thighs to help ease
the throbbing ache coming from his cock, but his legs kept his
spread open for him. So he did the only thing he knew
would grant him the release he craved.
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Chapter Four: Page One
Completely naked and unbearably aroused by hell own
striptease, Zell obeyed Seifer's command and glided
toward him, until his knees bumped his, indicating that
he was only an arm's length away.
His big hands remained splayed on his thighs, his
restraint causing the muscles in his arms to flex.
"Closer," he instructed.
A tight knot of laughter escaped him. "Any closer and
I'll be straddling your lap."
"Exactly." A shameless grin canted his mouth, and when
he hesitated too many seconds, he drawled, "Don't go
all shy on me now, sweetheart, unless you're having
second thoughts?"
Second thoughts, no. A little nervous about him touching
him intimately for the first time, yes, because he knew
that no matter how hard he tried to categorize this
night with him as nothing more than anything-goes sex,
his heart and emotions were already mocking his attempt
to keep things between them purely physical.
He'd started this whole charade, and he was damn well
going to enjoy every bit of it, without regrets.
Ignoring those niggling doubts, he widened her stance
and moved over him, until his legs bracketed his thighs
and his Chest was level with his face.
He started to lower himself, but his hands gripped his
waist, stopping him before he could sit astride his
lap. "Not yet," he rasped as his thumbs brushed along
his flat stomach, over his hipbones, and down to where
the crease of his thighs led to a thatch of curls and a cock shaft.
He felt so exposed, and was grateful for the blindfold
protecting him from his hot, penetrating gaze, though
he knew he could feel him trembling. Every nerve in his
body seemed suspended as he waited for him to make the
next move, and then he leaned forward and touched his
lips to his belly.
He gasped. His damp mouth was like fire, his breath
feathering across his skin like a slow, burning caress.
He traced the indentation of his hips and waist, then
glided his palms back down to his thighs and up and
around to his ass. He cupped and squeezed his flesh,
licked his stomach as if he were a sweet treat he
wanted to savor. His wicked tongue found his navel and
delved inside, tasting him as he'd dared him to do.
The pleasure spiraling through him was too much...and
not enough. He wanted to clench his thighs to help ease
the throbbing ache coming from his cock, but his legs kept his
spread open for him. So he did the only thing he knew
would grant him the release he craved.
NEXT