All Night Long
Chapter Seven: Page One
Dread seeped into every pore in Seifer's body. Did
Zell mean that they were done, or that he was
finished eating? Either way, he refused to let Zell
withdraw from him. Refused to let him put any more
distance between them that he'd never be able to scale
in such a short amount of time. He had to act fast or
risk losing the ground he'd made with Zell thus far.
He was ready to escape as soon as Seifer released him, his
entire body stiff as he sat on Seifer's lap. Undoubtedly,
he'd pushed Zell too far with their last conversation,
but he was determined to make him see that his life
could revolve around more than just his job — if he was
willing to take chances. Specifically, with Seifer.
He decided to use the best arsenal he had at his
disposal to chase away the tension vibrating through
Zell: Seduction.
"We're far from done," he drawled, a distinct double
meaning lacing his comment. "We haven't had dessert yet,
and I was really looking forward to having some of that
cheesecake. Mind passing me a piece?" Relaxing his hold
on Zell, he held out his hand and waited for him to trust
him enough to surrender to his request, or give in to
insecurities and bolt.
Triumph coursed through Seifer when he felt him place a
small sticky square of cheesecake against his fingers.
He took a bite, savoring the rich taste, and let a
wicked thought prompt him to indulge in a bit of erotic
foreplay.
"Sit on the edge of the table for me, Zell," he said,
and this time when he slid off his lap he knew it
wasn't to flee.
Seifer heard him move the tray of food and settle on the
table. "What are you going to do?" he asked, Zell's voice
both expectant and curious.
Seifer stood, moving forward until Zell's knees widened and
flanked his hips. With his free hand, he tugged at the
belt holding Zell's robe together and pushed the lapels
aside until Seifer's fingers made contact with his warm,
smooth flesh. "I want you to be my dessert."
Zell didn't object, and using two fingers he blindly
painted the cheesecake over his chest, his stomach, his muscular
slender thighs...then followed the path with his lips
and tongue, nibbling and licking the confection off him
skin until Zell was moving restlessly against him, urging
Seifer to enter him. After sheathing himself he did just
that, and he shattered moments later, Seifer's heat and
warmth taking him over the crest with Zell.
He was a feast to every one of Seifer's senses, and he
couldn't get enough of him. And for the next eight
hours, he made sure Zell realized that, too.
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Chapter Seven: Page One
Dread seeped into every pore in Seifer's body. Did
Zell mean that they were done, or that he was
finished eating? Either way, he refused to let Zell
withdraw from him. Refused to let him put any more
distance between them that he'd never be able to scale
in such a short amount of time. He had to act fast or
risk losing the ground he'd made with Zell thus far.
He was ready to escape as soon as Seifer released him, his
entire body stiff as he sat on Seifer's lap. Undoubtedly,
he'd pushed Zell too far with their last conversation,
but he was determined to make him see that his life
could revolve around more than just his job — if he was
willing to take chances. Specifically, with Seifer.
He decided to use the best arsenal he had at his
disposal to chase away the tension vibrating through
Zell: Seduction.
"We're far from done," he drawled, a distinct double
meaning lacing his comment. "We haven't had dessert yet,
and I was really looking forward to having some of that
cheesecake. Mind passing me a piece?" Relaxing his hold
on Zell, he held out his hand and waited for him to trust
him enough to surrender to his request, or give in to
insecurities and bolt.
Triumph coursed through Seifer when he felt him place a
small sticky square of cheesecake against his fingers.
He took a bite, savoring the rich taste, and let a
wicked thought prompt him to indulge in a bit of erotic
foreplay.
"Sit on the edge of the table for me, Zell," he said,
and this time when he slid off his lap he knew it
wasn't to flee.
Seifer heard him move the tray of food and settle on the
table. "What are you going to do?" he asked, Zell's voice
both expectant and curious.
Seifer stood, moving forward until Zell's knees widened and
flanked his hips. With his free hand, he tugged at the
belt holding Zell's robe together and pushed the lapels
aside until Seifer's fingers made contact with his warm,
smooth flesh. "I want you to be my dessert."
Zell didn't object, and using two fingers he blindly
painted the cheesecake over his chest, his stomach, his muscular
slender thighs...then followed the path with his lips
and tongue, nibbling and licking the confection off him
skin until Zell was moving restlessly against him, urging
Seifer to enter him. After sheathing himself he did just
that, and he shattered moments later, Seifer's heat and
warmth taking him over the crest with Zell.
He was a feast to every one of Seifer's senses, and he
couldn't get enough of him. And for the next eight
hours, he made sure Zell realized that, too.
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