Page 60 of Captivated (Salvation #3)

Zeeb toed off his boots, and climbed the stairs, his heart pounding, his body tingling. His dick was trying to point the way, as if to say Come on, move a little faster!

As he reached the top, he spied something sitting on the comforter, a white box tied with a red ribbon.

Aw, when did he do this?

Zeeb picked it up and undid the satin ribbon. Inside the box lay?—

He blinked.

It was a bottle of lube and a folded piece of paper.

Zeeb frowned. We’ve still got that cherry stuff. Why did he go buy more?

What was more of a puzzle was when he’d done it.

He unfolded the paper, and had to fight the urge to laugh out loud.

Wasn’t sure if you had any. Have fun. You’re welcome. Butch.

It was official. Zeeb had the best buddies.

He stared at the bed. Do I get undressed? Do I let him undress me? For someone who’d been having sex for as long as he had, he wasn’t used to such indecisiveness.

Zeeb had spent a good part of supper with his mind not on the meal but considering the logistics. He’d figured the best position would be him sitting with his back supported with pillows to cushion the shoulder, the strap holding his arm in place.

Then all I have to do is try not to jostle it.

He gave his pits a quick sniff, thankful he’d showered before he’d gone to the stable. He placed the lube on the nightstand, smiling to himself.

Butch must’ve snuck over here while we were havin’ supper.

Below, the bathroom door opened, and Zeeb’s heart went into overdrive. Nate appeared at the top of the stairs, wearing only a towel, his chest flushed.

One of us needs to take the lead here.

Zeeb crooked his finger. “Come here, beautiful.”

Nate walked toward him. “That’s how you see me, isn’t it?”

He nodded. “Inside and out.”

Nate looped his arms around Zeeb’s neck and they kissed, slow and sensual, as if Nate were relearning the taste of him. Nate slid his hands down to Zeeb’s chest.

“Want to take the sling off for a sec?”

Zeeb slipped his wrist free of the band, and Nate unfastened the buttons of Zeeb’s shirt, easing it from his shoulders with care. Once it was removed, he supported his hand again. “That’ll have to stay there.”

Nate leaned in and kissed Zeeb’s collarbone. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he murmured against Zeeb’s skin. Then he popped the button on Zeeb’s jeans and dragged them down to his ankles. Zeeb’s dick bobbed free, already hard, but Nate ignored it as he stood.

“I just need to employ a little common sense, that’s all.” Zeeb smiled. “If it hurts, don’t do it.” He cupped Nate’s cheek with his free hand. “Lord, I want you so much.”

Nate lowered his gaze and chuckled. “Yeah, I can see that.” He cradled Zeeb’s nape, and their lips met in a gentle, almost tentative kiss. Warm fingers curled around Zeeb’s shaft, pulling gently on it.

Zeeb responded without hesitation, drawing Nate closer with his free hand, expelling a soft sigh before he deepened the kiss. He explored the curve of Nate’s spine, his fingertips brushing against the towel.

Zeeb stilled, his breath catching in his throat.

“Are you okay?” Nate drew back for a second, scanning Zeeb’s face.

“I’m more than okay. I’m… happy,” he said, his voice so thick with emotion that he barely recognized it. Then he let out a wry chuckle. “I’m also playing this by ear.”

A soft, nervous laugh escaped Nate’s lips. “Me too.”

There was something comforting in their lack of experience, like a shared secret.

“I just want you to feel good,” Zeeb whispered into Nate’s ear. “This… This isn’t like the way they described. This is something else. Something real.” He didn’t need to specify who they were.

It wasn’t just about the physical anymore. It was about the space they shared, the trust…

The love.

He sat on the bed, and Nate shoved pillows behind him until he was comfortable. He dropped the towel to the floor, his slim cock curving up.

Nate chuckled as he looked Zeeb up and down. “Where to begin.”

Before Zeeb could make a suggestion, Nate joined him on the bed, his weight on his elbow, his shoulder snug against Zeeb’s hip.

Zeeb’s heartbeat quickened as Nate’s warm, wet mouth surrounded the head of his dick, his hand on Zeeb’s sac, holding it as he worked Zeeb’s shaft with lips and tongue.

Nate worshipped his cock, stroking Zeeb’s thigh before resuming his gentle tugging.

Zeeb could lie there and let Nate suck him all goddamn day, but they had a destination in mind, and he didn’t intend being nothing but a spectator.

“Wanna taste you too,” Zeeb murmured. “Turn around, sweetheart. Put that cock where I can get at it.” He shifted a little farther down the bed, then pointed to his face. “Right here.”

“Like this?” Nate moved, his knees straddling Zeeb’s chest, his ass tilted high.

Dear Lord . Zeeb got his first eyeful of a guy’s hole, and his dick jerked.

So pretty and pink.

“Back up a bit.” Zeeb wrapped his fingers around Nate’s shaft and licked the head. Nate groaned, and a heartbeat later, his mouth enclosed Zeeb’s cock once more.

Fuck, that feels amazing.

Nate didn’t know which was better—Zeeb’s mouth on his dick, or Zeeb’s cock between his lips. He couldn’t stay still, his hips rolling a little as he drove his shaft a little deeper, his mouth full of hard flesh. His body tingled, his mind racing with anticipation.

“Fuck, best sixty-nine ever,” Zeeb said with a groan. Nate twisted to peer at him, and Zeeb pointed forward. “Keep on suckin’.”

Zeeb’s mouth was winning.

Then he stopped, and Nate froze. “Something wrong?”

“Just something I wanna try. I’ve seen it done lots of times, but…”

Nate gasped as Zeeb’s tongue flicked over his hole. “Oh God,” he moaned.

“Calling on your Maker again?” Zeeb said before resuming his illicit teasing.

“That… that feels—” All words died in his throat, and all of a sudden his body was on fire, every nerve and cell singing and dancing with pleasure.

“You like that,” Zeeb said with a chuckle. “Which is good, because I fuckin’ love it.”

Nate forgot about the shaft in his hand, lost in the overwhelming pleasure Zeeb’s tongue created. He rocked back and forth, wanting more, chasing the sensations.

Then the sensations stopped, and he caught the snick of the lube bottle cap.

Nate’s heart lurched.

“I’m not exactly small, and I don’t wanna hurt you, so it seems like a good idea if I do… this.”

Nate gasped as Zeeb slowly slid a finger into Nate’s ass.

“Oh. Oh .”

Zeeb’s sigh sounded almost awed. “Fuck, that feels good. Tight, warm…”

Then he began to move his finger, a leisurely stroking motion that lit up all the nerve endings in Nate’s ass like a firecracker. Nate shivered, bowing his head, every ounce of attention focused on Zeeb’s careful movement in and out of his hole.

“That feel okay?”

Nate remembered to breathe. “It felt sort of… alien at first, but now?” He pushed back a little. “Feels good.”

“How about now?”

Nate groaned when Zeeb added another finger. “Oh wow. That feels full.”

Zeeb chuckled. “Sweetheart. Not as full as you’re gonna be. Think you can give my dick some love while I do this? He’s feelin’ a tad neglected, and he’s got an awful big job to do.”

Nate managed a chuckle. He held Zeeb’s shaft steady at the root, then licked a path along its length before taking it between his lips.

Zeeb’s groan of pleasure sent a wave of pride surging through him. It wasn’t long before Nate was fucking himself on Zeeb’s fingers, moaning around the thick cock that filled his mouth. Then Zeeb withdrew them, and a heartbeat later, his words sent a spike of heat through Nate.

“Ride me?”

He turned around, his chest rising and falling. Zeeb’s face was flushed, his lips parted. He pointed to the nightstand. “We’re gonna need that.”

Nate grabbed the bottle and flipped the cap. “How much do we need?”

Zeeb snorted. “You’re gonna slick it up, not drown it, put it that way.”

Nate squeezed the clear liquid onto Zeeb’s dick, then smeared it down the shaft. Then he added a little more. “Do you think that’s enough?”

Zeeb laughed. “Hey, it’s your ass, baby.”

Nate set the bottle aside, his heart thumping. “We’re going to take this slow, right?”

“As slow as you need,” Zeeb assured him. “Just remember not to put any weight on my shoulders.”

Nate sat astride him, then reached back awkwardly to guide Zeeb’s slick cock between his ass cheeks, the wide head against his hole. Zeeb’s hand was on his waist, moving with gentle strokes, Zeeb’s gaze locked on Nate’s face.

“Easy, sweetheart. Just sit on it.”

Nate sank down onto Zeeb’s thick shaft, groaning as the head penetrated him. He stared into Zeeb’s eyes, his breathing rapid and staccato. “Oh God.”

Zeeb didn’t break eye contact. “I’m not gonna move, baby. You’re in the driving seat.”

Nate laughed, and Zeeb’s dick popped out of him. “That was your fault.” He guided it back to where it belonged, and this time sank down a little further, his groan louder as Zeeb’s cock stretched his ass.

Zeeb’s fingers circled Nate’s cock, sliding the skin back and forth, and Nate groaned again. “So full,” he whispered. Inch by inch, he impaled himself on Zeeb’s shaft, until at last skin met skin, and Zeeb’s dick was all the way home.

“Being inside you…” Zeeb swallowed. “It feels unbelievable.”

Nate bent down and kissed him, unable to rein in his moans. They stayed like that a while, Nate’s hole stretched around Zeeb’s girth, their lips locked in kiss after kiss.

Finally, he was ready for more.

Nate grabbed the rail above Zeeb’s head, then rolled his hips.

Zeeb groaned. “Fuck, I wanna move.”

Nate kissed his forehead. “You can’t. So sit back and enjoy the ride, cowboy.” He moved slowly, keeping the motion fluid as he rocked, the friction of Zeeb’s cock sliding in and out a delicious sensation.

The bedsprings squealed. Loudly.

Nate stared at Zeeb. “How come it never did that before?”

Zeeb snorted. “All we did in this bed was sleep.” He gaped at Nate. “Well, don’t let a little squeaking stop ya.”

Nate laughed, rocking a little more.

The squealing intensified.

Nate placed his hands on either side of Zeeb’s head and bent down to kiss him, undulating his lower body, careful not to nudge Zeeb’s arm.

Each time their bodies met, Zeeb punctuated their connection with a fervent “Oh yeah.” The bedsprings continued to protest, and as Nate’s movements speeded up, the sound filled the air.

Nate concentrated on Zeeb’s face, his wide eyes, the way he moaned when Nate stilled, Zeeb’s shaft filling him, stretching him.

The sight was as glorious as the pleasurable sensations.

Nate let go of the rail and rocked back and forth, his arms out at his sides like goddamn wings, clenching and unclenching his hands, lost to everything but the feel of Zeeb’s cock inside him, the sight of Zeeb’s flushed face, his parted lips…

“Nate, I’m close,” Zeeb said with a groan.

“Then come.” Nate rocked faster, their breathing in sync as he pushed Zeeb toward his orgasm. He grabbed the rail once more to anchor himself, riding Zeeb’s dick hard, his own climax now in sight. Zeeb dug his fingers into Nate’s ass, his mouth open, his drawn-out cry spilling into the room.

“Fuck.” Zeeb shuddered, and Nate leaned over to claim his lips, aware of Zeeb’s shaft throbbing inside him. Zeeb curled slick fingers around Nate’s rigid cock, tugging at it, sliding the foreskin back and forth, until at last Nate cried out as he pulsed over Zeeb’s chest.

For a moment neither of them spoke, their harsh breaths the only sounds filling the room. Zeeb’s dick was still wedged in Nate’s ass, his cum caught in Zeeb’s chest hair.

“I can’t wait for the day when we do this an’ I get to hold you after,” Zeeb murmured.

Nate eased himself off Zeeb’s shaft, his legs suddenly shaky. He stretched out alongside Zeeb, his head on the pillow. “That doesn’t mean we’re not going to do this again until that day, right?”

Zeeb chuckled. “You really think I could go that long without bein’ inside you again? Because my dick and your ass? Made for each other.”

Nate glowed. “Glad to know we’re on the same page.”