All Night Long
Chapter Six: Page One
Zell didn't want to be taken care of by any man.
Ever. For any reason. He struggled internally against
Seifer's words and what they implied, but his hands
were pure magic and Zell's body contradicted the lecture in
his mind. He came vibrantly alive at Seifer's tantalizing
touch, and there wasn't a damn thing he could do to
stop the jolt of pleasure that surged through his veins.
Or the deep-rooted longing that tied Zell's emotions into a
tangled knot of confusion and burning need.
He wanted to be cherished and desired, and he felt all
that and more with Seifer. Like what Zell said mattered
to Seifer. Like he cared deeply for Zell, despite Zell's
insecurities. Knowing he was crazy, he pushed fears
aside and dropped his guard, letting Seifer indulge Zell in
a way he'd never allowed another man. In a way he knew
he could get used to, very easily.
He flattened his chest against Zell's back, and his palms
Brushed across Zell's chest and over his hardened nipples, his parted lips leaving a trail of hot, damp kisses along the side of Zell's neck.
The position was erotic. Thrilling. With one hand
plucking at his hard nipples, Seifer's other fingers strummed
lower, over Zell's belly and between the thighs he widened
with his own.
Long fingers glided, probed, finding the sleek friction
and rhythm that made Zell instantly wild. Zell moaned, the
tickling vibration of the bubbling water adding to the
breathless sensations. Feeling the last thin threads of
his restraint unfurling, and refusing to come apart this
time without him, Zell grabbed his wrist, forcing him to
stop his ministrations.
"I want you inside me this time," he said, and Seifer
agreed with a low, guttural "yes."
The condoms were in his overnight bag, and Zell helped
him from the Jacuzzi, pulling him back into the suite's
living room, both of them naked and dripping wet and not
giving a damn. He dug out a foil packet, and no sooner
had Zell rolled on the protection for him than he grasped
Zell's face in his hands and was kissing him. Deeply.
Hungrily. Greedily. Zell backed up, needing the nearest
wall for support, knowing he would, too, because they
were never going to make it to the bedroom for a nice,
soft bed. Not this time.
Seifer's hands skimmed down to the backs of Zell's thighs, and
he lifted him, spreading his legs, tipping Zell's hips
until his erection pressed against the sleek opening of Zell's ass.
Zell wrapped his legs around Seifer's waist, and
with a harsh growl he buried himself inside Zell, all
aggressive male and unyielding heat and strength. His
entry was hard and swift, making Zell suck in a startled
breath as his body adjusted to the invasion of Seifer's thick
cock. Then he moved, slow at first, then faster, his
hips pumping, straining, lifting Zell higher, until the
only thing he was aware of was Seifer inside him, filling
him completely.
Sweet, sharp pleasure engulfed Zell, and he came on a
high-pitched cry. He held on tight as Seifer drove into him
one last time, raw and primitive, nearly crushing him
with the force of his own release. He shuddered and
groaned Zell's name, a possessive sound of utter male
satisfaction that rocked Zell's entire world.
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Chapter Six: Page One
Zell didn't want to be taken care of by any man.
Ever. For any reason. He struggled internally against
Seifer's words and what they implied, but his hands
were pure magic and Zell's body contradicted the lecture in
his mind. He came vibrantly alive at Seifer's tantalizing
touch, and there wasn't a damn thing he could do to
stop the jolt of pleasure that surged through his veins.
Or the deep-rooted longing that tied Zell's emotions into a
tangled knot of confusion and burning need.
He wanted to be cherished and desired, and he felt all
that and more with Seifer. Like what Zell said mattered
to Seifer. Like he cared deeply for Zell, despite Zell's
insecurities. Knowing he was crazy, he pushed fears
aside and dropped his guard, letting Seifer indulge Zell in
a way he'd never allowed another man. In a way he knew
he could get used to, very easily.
He flattened his chest against Zell's back, and his palms
Brushed across Zell's chest and over his hardened nipples, his parted lips leaving a trail of hot, damp kisses along the side of Zell's neck.
The position was erotic. Thrilling. With one hand
plucking at his hard nipples, Seifer's other fingers strummed
lower, over Zell's belly and between the thighs he widened
with his own.
Long fingers glided, probed, finding the sleek friction
and rhythm that made Zell instantly wild. Zell moaned, the
tickling vibration of the bubbling water adding to the
breathless sensations. Feeling the last thin threads of
his restraint unfurling, and refusing to come apart this
time without him, Zell grabbed his wrist, forcing him to
stop his ministrations.
"I want you inside me this time," he said, and Seifer
agreed with a low, guttural "yes."
The condoms were in his overnight bag, and Zell helped
him from the Jacuzzi, pulling him back into the suite's
living room, both of them naked and dripping wet and not
giving a damn. He dug out a foil packet, and no sooner
had Zell rolled on the protection for him than he grasped
Zell's face in his hands and was kissing him. Deeply.
Hungrily. Greedily. Zell backed up, needing the nearest
wall for support, knowing he would, too, because they
were never going to make it to the bedroom for a nice,
soft bed. Not this time.
Seifer's hands skimmed down to the backs of Zell's thighs, and
he lifted him, spreading his legs, tipping Zell's hips
until his erection pressed against the sleek opening of Zell's ass.
Zell wrapped his legs around Seifer's waist, and
with a harsh growl he buried himself inside Zell, all
aggressive male and unyielding heat and strength. His
entry was hard and swift, making Zell suck in a startled
breath as his body adjusted to the invasion of Seifer's thick
cock. Then he moved, slow at first, then faster, his
hips pumping, straining, lifting Zell higher, until the
only thing he was aware of was Seifer inside him, filling
him completely.
Sweet, sharp pleasure engulfed Zell, and he came on a
high-pitched cry. He held on tight as Seifer drove into him
one last time, raw and primitive, nearly crushing him
with the force of his own release. He shuddered and
groaned Zell's name, a possessive sound of utter male
satisfaction that rocked Zell's entire world.
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NEXT