Page 12 of New Year (Reconstruction #3)

CHAPTER TEN

“Yes.”

That single yes echoed in Nat’s brain like a music note straight from heaven, high and strong and life-affirming. For all the secrets Zack had shared, for all the power they could have had to send Nat fleeing from the apartment, Nat had stayed. Zack had exposed a raw nerve tonight, his greatest shame, and he hadn’t tried to excuse himself. Not like Austin always excused the slaps, the shoves, the punishments as “necessary.” Austin found a way to excuse any supposed flaw by blaming others, especially Nat.

Zack embraced his human side. His vulnerable side. And that was so fucking attractive to Nat that he almost couldn’t breathe.

Nat drew Zack’s head down so he could brush his lips across Zack’s cheek. Nuzzle his ear. “Let’s go into the bedroom. Please?”

The possessive growl Zack released caressed Nat’s spine like a lover’s touch. He pressed his cheek against Nat’s and rasped, “I’m going to take you apart, sweetheart. Tell me now if you want this to stop.”

“Don’t you dare. I told you. Make love to me.”

Zack made a sound somewhere between a moan and a growl. He clasped Nat’s hand and pulled him through the living room, past the sofa. The moment they crossed the bedroom’s threshold, Nat spun and pulled Zack’s head down, desperate to taste the man again. The sharp flavor of wine and softer essence of Zack filled Nat’s mouth. A thick, questing tongue stroked past his lips, teasing and seeking. No longer a question like their first kisses, these kisses were a statement. Almost a demand. The spark was immediate and dizzying, electric everywhere they touched, bigger than anything Nat had imagined possible.

Zack spun them. He gently pressed Nat against the wall by the door, holding him there with a thigh between his legs. Keeping Nat in place without trapping him by force. Nat humped Zack’s thigh while Zack devoured his mouth with a very talented tongue that Nat couldn’t wait to feel elsewhere, licking and exploring and probing. He acquiesced to the silent questions in Zack’s kisses, accepted all the silent promises, gave consent in every stroke as Nat scraped his fingers across Zack’s back and shoulders and hips.

Zack dragged his lips along Nat’s jaw, pausing to lick the soft spot just behind his jawbone, which earned a chuff of laughter from Nat. He’d never been licked there and it tickled. Zack nibbled the spot a bit longer, which made Nat both laugh and writhe, but he refused to beg. Not yet. His dick pulsed with blood and want, but this was too fucking good to rush. For the first time in years, Nat didn’t just want the sex he was about to have.

Nat fucking craved the sex he was about to have with Zack. His body needed this man like his lungs needed oxygen. It should scare him but it didn’t. And he wasn’t going to ponder why, not in this perfectly precious moment.

Zack nibbled his ear, sucked the lobe, licked the delicate shell. Nat clutched the firm globes of Zack’s ass through his slacks, loving the way they flexed and bunched under his touch. He couldn’t wait to see and touch that ass for real, but he also didn’t want to rush anything. The tease was too exquisite, the wait too addictive. He thrust hard against Zack’s thigh. Zack responded by biting his earlobe, then sucking it into his mouth.

“Fuck,” Nat moaned, the single syllable word coming out as at least four.

“We’ll get there, sweetheart,” Zack said, voice ragged with so many sexy, wonderful things. One of his hands dropped to squeeze Nat’s hip. “Gonna get you so loose and open for me first. You want that?”

“Fuck, yes.” He was all for a couple of fingers to get him ready, stuff him with lube, so the sex was easy and painless. Nat had always been a bigger fan of foreplay over penetration., so Zack could take all the time he wanted with the lead-up to the big finish. “Bed.”

“Get on it. I’ll be right back.” Zack licked across his jaw once more, then gently released him and went into the bathroom.

Nat was a little dizzy from the sudden halt in activities, but it gave him a chance to shuck his shoes, socks and jeans. He pulled the bedcovers down and knelt in the middle, curious about the rummaging behind the half-closed bathroom door. He began undoing a few shirt buttons, so he didn’t start rubbing himself over his underwear.

Zack returned with a condom and bottle of lube, which he put on one of the pillows while flashing Nat a sultry smile. “This way I won’t have to stop later to fetch them.”

“You like planning ahead.”

“I do. Part of being a good Dom was anticipating my sub’s needs.” Zack stood at the foot of the bed, so strong and in-charge, and in no way scary. “I’m not going to pretend to be your Dom, Nat, that isn’t what this is. But I do hope you let me take care of you tonight.”

“Please.” Nat blinked back hot tears. “No one ever has.”

“And that’s the fucking shame of the century. Come here.”

Nat knee-walked to Zack and submitted to another hard, possessive kiss, while Zack opened Nat’s shirt, one button at a time. Warm hands pushed the fabric over Nat’s shoulders. Down his arms. Off. The kiss broke long enough for Zack to peel Nat’s undershirt off, leaving him in only his briefs, while Zack was still fully dressed. Before, the submissive position would have left Nat a nervous mess. His stomach did give an unhappy twinge, unable to forget all the other times, but Nat shoved them away. This wasn’t Austin or anyone else whose touch he regretted; this was Zack. He craved Zack’s touch.

He needed Zack’s touch.

Zack’s fingers skated down Nat’s bare torso. His left hand paused over the wrinkle of scarred flesh that felt worse than it looked. He had two others, similar in size, but Zack looked down and focused on the largest. The last. His eyes asked so many questions. “Not tonight,” Nat said. “Don’t ask tonight.”

“All right.”

Zack’s immediate acquiescence pushed Nat a bit deeper under his spell. Before Nat could draw Zack in for another toe-curling kiss to thank him, Zack dropped to his knees in front of Nat then mouthed his cock through the cotton of his briefs. Nat gasped, surprised by the sudden contact and the submissive position Zack had put himself in. Zack hooked his fingers in the waist of those briefs and slowly pulled them down. The fabric dragged over Nat’s cock, the sensation unlike anything he’d felt before, tiny little fingers scraping the sensitive skin, until he was bare to Zack.

He stared at Nat’s cock for so long Nat squirmed, unused to being so blatantly admired by a sex partner, especially when he was fairly average in size. “So pretty,” Zack finally said, “and all for me.”

Zack licked up the length of Nat’s cock, a slick glide that startled a sharp moan from Nat. Warmth flooded his chest and belly. His groin tightened with need that only intensified when Zack nibbled on his foreskin. He bit and played with just his mouth until Nat almost couldn’t stand it, before sucking him down into tight, wet heat.

“Oh, my fuck!” Nat curled his fingers through Zack’s thick hair, holding on without hurting him, because damn. He needed the balance so he didn’t fall over from the intense pleasure of being deep-throated by this man. It only lasted a few seconds, but the image of Zack’s nose in his pubes, lips stretched wide, was seared into his memory forever.

Zack pulled off, took a breath, then dragged his tongue up and down the underside of Nat’s cock, an amazing sensation that made Nat’s eyes want to roll back in his head. Except he couldn’t stop watching Zack. His red lips and hollowed cheeks. The intense way Zack was blowing him, as if it was the most important mission on earth. Nat could watch him all day long and never tire of it.

He’d never been so mesmerized by a sex partner sucking him as he was with Zack, and he couldn’t ponder the meaning behind that. Couldn’t embrace all the tender feelings blooming deep inside of him. Not this soon.

Nat also wasn’t going to last much longer like this, and he didn’t want to come after a five-minute blow job. “Fuck, no more.” He gently nudged Zack off, then ran a thumb over his glistening lips. “I don’t wanna blast off yet.”

“Shame.” Zack licked Nat’s thumb. “I love how you feel in my mouth. Might be my new favorite thing.”

“You don’t have to flatter me, Zack, I’m a sure thing tonight.”

“It’s not flattery if it’s the truth.” Zack stood and helped Nat out of his briefs, which left Nat sprawled in the middle of the bed, legs wide. Inviting. His entire attention was focused on Zack and not anyone else who might be watching. Or recording.

Zack continued to study him, fingers occasionally twitching, as if stopping himself from reaching for Nat. The way Zack contemplated things was stupidly sexy, and it promised a mind-blowing orgasm later.

“Do I get to suck you, or is this a one-sided relationship?” Nat asked.

“You’ll suck me when I’m ready, sweetheart. Right now, it’s all about you.”

Nat shivered then stroked his cock, finding courage in how directly focused Zack was on Nat, rather than on Zack’s own pleasure or needs. He’d never had that before. “Then why are you way over there with all your clothes on? I want to feel you all over me, hot stuff.”

Zack growled softly and began unbuttoning his shirt, carefully pulling the little plastic discs through the holes, one at a time. Going so fucking slowly Nat wanted to reach out and rip it off him. In the quiet room, Zack’s strip tease became its own touch-less caress, as he revealed his bare skin one inch at a time. First his shirt and undershirt. Then each slow snick of the zipper on his pants. The jangle of his belt buckle. The thud as everything finally hit the floor, leaving Zack in black boxer-briefs that hugged a very impressive package.

And as before, Zack stood there and studied him.

Nathaniel Hawking was proving to be the most glorious puzzle Zack had ever tried solving. Over the years, he’d developed a keen ability to read people quickly, to understand what would excite them, make them squeal, and ultimately to beg. Granted, he hadn’t exercised that ability in three years, since leaving that life behind, but he was still good at reading people, which worked to his advantage in his everyday life.

Nat was more difficult. He was unlike anyone Zack had met before, at once open and guarded, desperate for attention while also seeking anonymity. The contradictions attracted Zack to him as much as his hot, naked body did. Those scars were concerning, but Nat had asked him to leave it be for tonight, and Zack would honor his boy’s wishes.

No, he’s not your boy. This isn’t a scene, it’s sex.

It had been a long damned time since Zack had separated the two, and his natural inclination toward domination was warring with his softer side that simply wanted to please Nat. His lovely Nat, who was spread out on his back, propped up on his elbows, legs askew, so perfectly wanton that Zack wanted to devour him. To lick every inch of skin, tease every curve and plane of muscle, explore each nook and crevice with his fingers and tongue.

Zack climbed onto the bed and knelt between Nat’s spread legs, admiring the long, slender length of him. He was almost too skinny, his ribs too sharp, but power thrummed beneath that pale skin. He rubbed his palms up Nat’s legs, from ankle to knee, from knee to upper thigh, enjoying the tickle of fine hair over smooth skin. The way honed muscles jumped beneath his touch. Nat’s cock lay flat against his stomach, red and hard with a lovely mushroom head peeking out from the foreskin. But he’d already tasted Nat there.

The lube was within arm’s reach, but Zack wasn’t ready for it yet. He had another spot he still needed to taste before lube got involved. Zack gripped Nat behind his knees and pushed his legs back and apart, tilting Nat’s hips and exposing his pretty pink hole.

Nat made a desperate noise and his face flushed bright red. “Oh fuck.”

“You like getting your asshole licked?”

“I, uh, don’t know.”

That startled Zack into putting Nat’s legs back down, but he didn’t release them. “No one’s ever rimmed you before?”

“No. I’ve, um, done it to others, but no one’s ever. You know.” His eyes crinkled at the edges, betraying his embarrassment, and that wouldn’t do.

“I’m a little mad at your previous partners for not reciprocating, but I’m selfishly happy I get to be your first. There are few things I love doing more than getting a guy soft and wet with my tongue and spit.”

Nat’s entire lower body trembled. “Really?”

“Yes. I will never lie to you about sex, Nat. Not what I like or don’t like, or what my experience is. I hope you’ll trust me with the same honesty.”

“I do trust you. I don’t always trust myself.”

“That’s something we can work on together another time. First, I need to take my time eating you out, until you’re so desperate to come you’re begging me to fuck you.”

Nat squeaked. “Promise?”

“Oh yes.”

He arranged Nat on his stomach, a pillow under his lower belly so his ass was tipped into the air. As much as he wanted to see Nat’s face, this was more comfortable than Nat bent in half, lungs compressed. They could both enjoy it with Nat relaxed and spread and able to breathe.

Zack bit both of Nat’s taut cheeks, enjoying the surprised huffs those nips elicited. Nat humped the pillow once then settled. Eager to see exactly how responsive Nat was going to be to this new-to-him thing, Zack pulled his cheeks apart, exposing his hole again. Nat’s thighs trembled.

“Relax and enjoy this, sweetheart,” Zack said, then flicked the tip of his tongue against that pink, puckered muscle.

Nat’s hips jerked. “Oh fuck. That’s so different.”

“Just wait.”

He bit Nat’s left cheek, earning a surprised yelp that settled into a long moan. A second flick of his tongue earned another hip jerk. Zack entertained himself with the tease, alternating long swipes with short flicks, sensitizing Nat’s skin with every touch. Nat never stopped making noise, begging without words, and each little sound made Zack harder. Made him want to please Nat even more. His own dick was hard and pulsing and desperate for attention.

Soon.

Time to send Nat into orbit first.

Zack sealed his lips around Nat’s hole and licked at the tight muscle, pushing and teasing and trying to thrust inside. Attacking that barrier with everything he had, savoring the unique, musky flavor of Nat. Drinking down the cries and thrusts and every small squirm. He also listened for real discomfort or fear, and he heard none. Only affirmations that this was right, this was wanted. This was needed .

He devoured Nat’s asshole until his tongue slid inside perfect, tight heat. More of that unique flavor burst in his senses, filling his mouth and nose. Nat babbled and jerked and begged, and Zack did not relent. He wanted Nat undone. For Nat to completely lose his mind, forget all the ghosts haunting him, and just exist.

Nat’s entire body was turning inside out, and he didn’t know what to do. He wanted to push it away, to stop the intense sensations radiating from his ass; he wanted to demand Zack go harder, deeper, more, right now! Nothing in his life had prepared him for his ass being eaten by a man who knew what the fuck he was doing. Nothing.

His comprehension skills were withering away, starved by lack of blood flow anywhere except his dick and balls and asshole. He’d been fingered; he’d been fucked; he’d been double-teamed twice and even fisted once. He’d never been licked and tongue-stabbed and taken apart so thoroughly by one man’s talented mouth.

Nat writhed and moaned and thrashed, but strong hands kept him down. Kept him trapped in the best way possible. No fear. No pain. No roughness. Only pleasure and kindness and joy. On and on, beyond reason. “Fuck….fuck…fuck me. Fuck me!”

Zack bit his right cheek. “Are you sure, sweetheart? Sure that you’re soft for me?”

“Yes, please, now.”

“Almost.”

“Fuuuuuuck.”

Motion behind him barely made it over the endorphins ravaging Nat’s mind. Then something slick and solid slid into Nat’s ass. Finger. Lube. Fuck yeah. Nat’s mouth fell open in a long, desperate gasp. He humped Zack’s finger, needing so much more than the way Zack fucked him with it. Slow at first, a gentle tease that only pushed Nat higher.

The finger slid free of his hole, and then Nat was being moved. Rolled onto his back. Legs pushed and shifted aside, opening him up again. Nat gave in to the handling, trusting Zack implicitly, body soaring on endorphins and ecstasy, and—he hoped—a stupendous imminent release. Zack groped at his ass, and Nat’s eyes rolled back when Zack thrust two fingers inside, fucking him to the last knuckle, driving Nat higher with only his hand.

This part he knew. Fucking, he knew.

The tender kissing, licking, and making love to his asshole?

That was a completely new, brain-shattering experience for Nat. But now it was back to what he knew. Fingers in his ass, preparing him to be fucked. Only…not? No one, not a hook-up, not Austin, not a paying third, had ever taken Nat apart like Zack was tonight. This wasn’t just like every other encounter. This was them .

Nathaniel and Zachary. No one else.

He thrust up against Zack’s fingers, so thick and solid inside his ass. “More, please, I need more.”

“It’s coming.”

“Now!” Nat didn’t recognize his own voice, not used to demanding. Not used to having a choice of who or when or what, and now he did. Zack was showing him everything he’d never known was true about sex, that he could be active in his own pleasure, instead of always passive. “Get your goddamn dick in me.”

Zack growled. “With pleasure.”

The condom seemed to take forever. More fingers shoved lube inside and then Zack lined up his cock at Nat’s hole. The hot, thick, slide inside him became Nat’s entire world, and he thrust up, wanting it all. Desperate for Zack to lay claim to his hole, to fuck him until Nat was exhausted, spent, and completely owned.

Once he was seated deep in Nat’s body, Zack leaned down to capture his mouth in a fierce kiss. Nat nipped at his lips and tongue, his entire body trembling with the intense desire pooling in his belly. Zack needed to move, damn it! To do something about the intense pressure in his ass, the pressure on his gland, and the orgasm tightening his balls.

“Fuck, you feel good,” Zack said. “Like you were made for my cock.”

“Prove it. Fuck me.”

Zack nipped the side of his chin. “Nah, making love to you, sweetheart.”

Nat nearly fell apart at those tender words, but Zack didn’t give him time. He withdrew and slammed his cock back inside, setting a steady, rough pace that had Nat crying out with each slam of hips to ass. The bed creaked, and the headboard slammed a few times, but it was white noise. Not important. Nothing was more important than the man holding him, kissing him, fucking him with the abandon of a man possessed.

It should have scared Nat, but it didn’t. Because he trusted Zack. Trusted him implicitly with his body and his heart. Even if Nat was sore later from the rough fuck, he knew it wouldn’t hurt , and that made all the difference.

Zack shoved deep and held there, but Nat could tell he hadn’t come. He reached down and brushed his fingers around Nat’s stretched hole, and Nat cried out. The tender caress made him see stars, and he imagined Zack’s finger sliding inside along with his cock. Opening him wider, going deeper.

The thought pushed Nat over the edge, and he shot all over his own belly and chest without a hand on his dick. His release pulsed from his balls, out his cock, shot up his spine and sent his head spinning. His hips jerked, and his legs squeezed tight around Zack’s waist, riding it out for as long as the tide rose and fell, until he was exhausted and a little dizzy.

He was vaguely aware of Zack pulling out, and he missed that exquisite fullness. Slick sounds were followed by wet heat splattering across Nat’s abdomen. A bit of it flicked his chin and cheek, and he laughed. Kind of wished he was more coherent to enjoy Zack coming all over him.

He’d have another chance. He did know that for sure. This was not a one-off. This was the beginning of something wonderful.

As long as Nat didn’t fuck it up.

Nat wanted to help with clean-up more, but he was boneless and let Zack massage him with a damp washcloth, followed by a dry towel. They curled up naked beneath the covers, Nat draped across Zack’s broad, warm chest. One of Zack’s hands rested on Nat’s butt, possessive and protective.

I could fall in love with this man.

As he drifted to sleep, Nat was pretty sure he already had.