with promises of more.
“Fuck! Fuuuuuck ,” he shouted, bent over, one hand tightening in Zack’s hair, the other digging into his shoulder.
Warm bursts of salty flavor as he swallowed down. Zack was so painfully hard in his shorts that the slightest touch, and he’d be coming too.
“Zack.” Brody leaned against him, his face flushed and relaxed, mouth parted, eyes closed. “I think you killed me.”
Not hardly, but that feeling was definitely Zack’s aim. He rocked back on his heels and looked up at Brody.
Chin rested against his chest, arms dangling loosely by his sides like the bones were gone, Brody sighed heavy and deep. He eventually lifted his chin and met Zack’s gaze. Hooded eyes, finally warm and clear. A smirk curled the edge of his lips.
“C’mere.” Brody tugged Zack up to his feet and turned him so his back was to the cabinet. His kiss was languid. Relaxed. He took his time exploring, sucking at Zack’s bottom lip, big hands curling into his waist until it brought a moan from both of them.
Brody eased his way down to one knee, the movement awkward because of the injury.
“Oh hell no.” Zack grabbed his arm and urged him back up. “We are not going to undo all the good we’ve done, no matter how damn eager I am. Come on.” He led Brody into his living room and over to the huge chair. Shoving the ottoman out of the way, he indicated for Brody to sit.
“Damn, you’re bossy.”
“No, I’m smart.” He grinned.
“And so humble.” Brody tugged him in and kissed him again, slid his tongue against Zack’s, sucking and nibbling his bottom lip until he was set to explode.
“I’m a tease?”
“Shirt.” Brody snapped his fingers. “Your turn now. Off.”
He yanked his shirt up over his head, smiling as he felt Brody tugging his shorts down. He stepped out of his shoes and socks and stood naked before the sexiest lover he’d ever had. Not mere physicality, but the essence of Brody. The kind of man spelled capital M-A-N . And as Brody sat down on the chair and pulled Zack forward with his hands on the backs of his thighs, he realized he was going to last about five seconds with this M-A-N sucking his cock.
Brody glanced up at him, his eyes reflecting the slightest vulnerability, like when he’d faltered on his crutches. The human side to the guarded cop only made him more desirable, and, as he took Zack into his mouth, Zack realized he’d probably done this only a handful of times. Brody was definitely the type more likely to receive head than give it if he was cruising. It wasn’t like he would’ve had to try hard either. Cruising some dance club, a man like Brody wouldn’t have to work at finding an eager volunteer. The guys would’ve fallen all over themselves to suck him off.
Zack sympathized with them.
Brody’s eyes fluttered closed, and he moaned as he sucked Zack in farther. Dark lashes against his olive skin. When he glanced back up, he nailed Zack with a look so deep, so intense, Zack felt his knees falter.
Enthusiasm and a driven purpose took the place of finesse and technique. He hadn’t the experience of Zack, but it was just as well. That piled on top of Brody’s fingers gripping the meat of his leg, urging him, wanting him, would’ve made Zack blow a fuse in the first three seconds. His gaze was at once glassy with pleasure and demanding in intent.
Zack had to lean forward and grab hold of Brody’s shoulder; his orgasm was already coming on so strong. The tips of his fingers brushed against something raised and smooth. A quick glance told him a scar of some kind. He hadn’t noticed it before. As he tried to look, Brody distracted him, his hand wrapped around Zack’s cock, now working him too.
“Shit, Brody,” he muttered.
Brody kept his gaze on Zack’s face, letting go and urging him in so deep he hit the back of Brody’s throat.
“Yeah. Shit, yeah…” Zack dug his fingers into the firm shoulder and came so hard he saw sparks. Brody never
“Fuck! Fuuuuuck ,” he shouted, bent over, one hand tightening in Zack’s hair, the other digging into his shoulder.
Warm bursts of salty flavor as he swallowed down. Zack was so painfully hard in his shorts that the slightest touch, and he’d be coming too.
“Zack.” Brody leaned against him, his face flushed and relaxed, mouth parted, eyes closed. “I think you killed me.”
Not hardly, but that feeling was definitely Zack’s aim. He rocked back on his heels and looked up at Brody.
Chin rested against his chest, arms dangling loosely by his sides like the bones were gone, Brody sighed heavy and deep. He eventually lifted his chin and met Zack’s gaze. Hooded eyes, finally warm and clear. A smirk curled the edge of his lips.
“C’mere.” Brody tugged Zack up to his feet and turned him so his back was to the cabinet. His kiss was languid. Relaxed. He took his time exploring, sucking at Zack’s bottom lip, big hands curling into his waist until it brought a moan from both of them.
Brody eased his way down to one knee, the movement awkward because of the injury.
“Oh hell no.” Zack grabbed his arm and urged him back up. “We are not going to undo all the good we’ve done, no matter how damn eager I am. Come on.” He led Brody into his living room and over to the huge chair. Shoving the ottoman out of the way, he indicated for Brody to sit.
“Damn, you’re bossy.”
“No, I’m smart.” He grinned.
“And so humble.” Brody tugged him in and kissed him again, slid his tongue against Zack’s, sucking and nibbling his bottom lip until he was set to explode.
“I’m a tease?”
“Shirt.” Brody snapped his fingers. “Your turn now. Off.”
He yanked his shirt up over his head, smiling as he felt Brody tugging his shorts down. He stepped out of his shoes and socks and stood naked before the sexiest lover he’d ever had. Not mere physicality, but the essence of Brody. The kind of man spelled capital M-A-N . And as Brody sat down on the chair and pulled Zack forward with his hands on the backs of his thighs, he realized he was going to last about five seconds with this M-A-N sucking his cock.
Brody glanced up at him, his eyes reflecting the slightest vulnerability, like when he’d faltered on his crutches. The human side to the guarded cop only made him more desirable, and, as he took Zack into his mouth, Zack realized he’d probably done this only a handful of times. Brody was definitely the type more likely to receive head than give it if he was cruising. It wasn’t like he would’ve had to try hard either. Cruising some dance club, a man like Brody wouldn’t have to work at finding an eager volunteer. The guys would’ve fallen all over themselves to suck him off.
Zack sympathized with them.
Brody’s eyes fluttered closed, and he moaned as he sucked Zack in farther. Dark lashes against his olive skin. When he glanced back up, he nailed Zack with a look so deep, so intense, Zack felt his knees falter.
Enthusiasm and a driven purpose took the place of finesse and technique. He hadn’t the experience of Zack, but it was just as well. That piled on top of Brody’s fingers gripping the meat of his leg, urging him, wanting him, would’ve made Zack blow a fuse in the first three seconds. His gaze was at once glassy with pleasure and demanding in intent.
Zack had to lean forward and grab hold of Brody’s shoulder; his orgasm was already coming on so strong. The tips of his fingers brushed against something raised and smooth. A quick glance told him a scar of some kind. He hadn’t noticed it before. As he tried to look, Brody distracted him, his hand wrapped around Zack’s cock, now working him too.
“Shit, Brody,” he muttered.
Brody kept his gaze on Zack’s face, letting go and urging him in so deep he hit the back of Brody’s throat.
“Yeah. Shit, yeah…” Zack dug his fingers into the firm shoulder and came so hard he saw sparks. Brody never
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