All Night Long
Chapter Four: Page Three
Spurred on by his own quickening pulse and his
encouraging response, he slid to his knees in front of
him and grabbed the waistband of his pants. "Lift your
hips for me," he ordered, and he obeyed.
In one fluid motion, he dragged his slacks and briefs
down his legs and tossed them aside, leaving him
magnificently naked. Pressing his thighs open, he moved
in between and pushed against his engorged shaft with
his thumb and index finger. He devoured him with his
gaze, squeezed his heavy sacs gently in his grasp,
heightening his anticipation, and Zell's own.
Seifer's hands curled against the edge of his chair,
the muscles in his stomach rippling with every choppy
breath he drew. "Touch me, Zell," he said, his tone
tinged with desperation.
Zell remembered issuing the same plea earlier, and his
teasing reply. "Where?" he asked, and glided his thumb
over the tip of his erection and the silky fluid
gathering there. "How?"
His hips bucked and he laughed, the sound torn from his
throat. "Stroke me with your hand." He showed him the
tight grip and slow, firm motion he liked best, then
tangled his fingers in his hair and urged him closer.
"Take me in your mouth."
Zell did so willingly, the carnal act the most erotic,
intimate thing he'd ever done for a man. He loved the
male taste of him. The heat he exuded. The strength of
his body and the control and power he held in his hands.
It didn't take long until he heard his labored
breathing, felt his fingers tighten against his scalp,
and imagined his cool green eyes changing to a slow
burning flame of passion. He took him deeper, and his
hips rocked forward. His head fell back, his entire body
tensed, and a low, animal-like roar ripped from his
chest as his climax shuddered through him like a
visceral wave.
Long moments later he recovered enough to untangle his
hand from Zell's hair and cradled his cheek in his palm,
his touch infinitely tender. "You didn't have to do
that."
"I wanted to." The truth came easily. There wasn't
anything he didn't want to experience with him tonight.
"Consider it an appetizer," he teased.
He chuckled and shook his head. "If that was an
appetizer, I can't wait for the main course."
To be continued...
Chapter Four: Page Three
Spurred on by his own quickening pulse and his
encouraging response, he slid to his knees in front of
him and grabbed the waistband of his pants. "Lift your
hips for me," he ordered, and he obeyed.
In one fluid motion, he dragged his slacks and briefs
down his legs and tossed them aside, leaving him
magnificently naked. Pressing his thighs open, he moved
in between and pushed against his engorged shaft with
his thumb and index finger. He devoured him with his
gaze, squeezed his heavy sacs gently in his grasp,
heightening his anticipation, and Zell's own.
Seifer's hands curled against the edge of his chair,
the muscles in his stomach rippling with every choppy
breath he drew. "Touch me, Zell," he said, his tone
tinged with desperation.
Zell remembered issuing the same plea earlier, and his
teasing reply. "Where?" he asked, and glided his thumb
over the tip of his erection and the silky fluid
gathering there. "How?"
His hips bucked and he laughed, the sound torn from his
throat. "Stroke me with your hand." He showed him the
tight grip and slow, firm motion he liked best, then
tangled his fingers in his hair and urged him closer.
"Take me in your mouth."
Zell did so willingly, the carnal act the most erotic,
intimate thing he'd ever done for a man. He loved the
male taste of him. The heat he exuded. The strength of
his body and the control and power he held in his hands.
It didn't take long until he heard his labored
breathing, felt his fingers tighten against his scalp,
and imagined his cool green eyes changing to a slow
burning flame of passion. He took him deeper, and his
hips rocked forward. His head fell back, his entire body
tensed, and a low, animal-like roar ripped from his
chest as his climax shuddered through him like a
visceral wave.
Long moments later he recovered enough to untangle his
hand from Zell's hair and cradled his cheek in his palm,
his touch infinitely tender. "You didn't have to do
that."
"I wanted to." The truth came easily. There wasn't
anything he didn't want to experience with him tonight.
"Consider it an appetizer," he teased.
He chuckled and shook his head. "If that was an
appetizer, I can't wait for the main course."
To be continued...