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He trails after me–my obedient, beautiful addiction. Reaching behind me as I search for a place to hide, I slide my fingers into his. I lead him down a back hall until we find a dark, empty supply room stacked with chairs, dollies, and old stage equipment.
I tug Z inside and shut the door, flicking the lock. A wicked smile graces my mouth as I push him against it. Z looks torn, so I leash myself and wait for a signal from him.
Your move, Z. Show me you want this.
His breathing grows erratic as his eyes drift slowly to my mouth. He licks his lips, and then his mouth collides with mine. His hands grip the front of my shirt, tugging me closer, both of us desperate to taste each other.
It feels like a century since I’ve been able to touch him like this, unrestrained. Mornings I haven’t been able to shake Griff and Malek, and afternoons Z hasn’t been keen on taking a break longer than grabbing a bite to eat, solely consumed with learning his job.
I get it. I do. But I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t disappointed that I don’t get more of his attention.
Pressing my hips against him, I want him to feel every inch of my hard dick. A groan escapes me when his own erection answers.
“Fuck, Z,” I utter, one hand delving into his hair and giving it a little tug to draw his head back, giving me better access to his neck. Soon, he’s panting and writhing beneath me as I work my tongue up his smooth, warm, salt-tinged skin.
Greedy for him, I run a hand down his chest and lean stomach. I brush my knuckles along his solid length through his jeans. Sparks of pleasure fire along all of my nerves. I grip him tightly, and I’m rewarded with a moan.
I kiss the corner of his mouth, one hand still on his dick and the other wrapped around his jaw. “You like that?”
“Yes.” The word comes out more as a hiss.
My fingers swipe below the waistband of his pants, brushing over his silky, warm skin. “Can I touch you, Z?”
“Please,” he begs.
“Thank god.” I exhale as my hand slips between his pants and boxers to start. “Oh, goddamn. What are you hiding in here?” I nearly dissolve at his rigid size. Could I fit him in my mouth? Could I fit him… elsewhere? Is that something I want?
The visuals playing out in my head pump liquid hot lust to the base of my spine, ruling that a hell yes. I want to fuck him, but I think I’m down to get fucked by him, too.
Z pushes into my hand.
“More?” I ask, nipping at the lobe of his ear.
“Yes,” he whispers, shuddering beneath me. I draw my hand out, only to wet my palm with my tongue. He watches in awe, doe-eyed and lips parted. My hand dives inside of his boxers and gives him a few slick pumps from solid base to tip while I claim his mouth.
Unraveling this man is the hottest thing I’ve ever done. I’m riding the high of adrenaline and desire. And when his hips begin to jerk uncontrollably, matching his frantic breaths, I know he’s close to blowing his load.
My brain short-wires on what to do. I’ve never sucked dick before. Pretty sure you have to prep to take it up the ass, too. Here I got him all worked up for nothing as I fucking fumble with where to take this.
Warm cum seeps down my fingers wrapped around him before I can decide what to do. I’m about to apologize when Z lets out a ragged moan that embeds itself in my very soul.
“Fuckkk.” I growl, resting my head on his shoulder. “I’m so fucking into this.”
Something inside of Z snaps. He spins us around until I’m the one shoved against the door. With nimble fingers, he flicks open the button on my pants and drags them down, tugging my boxers along with them.
Dropping to his knees, he turns those stunning blue eyes up at me. Does he want me to plead? Because I’m not above it at this point.
“Suck me off,” I plead, fisting my cock with the hand still coated in his warm, sticky release. He removes it, replacing it with his own hand, unconcerned about the mess we’re making. Then he’s taking me into his hot mouth, working me over with devastatingly slow movements. He teases with suction and broad swipes of his tongue and light drags of his teeth on the underside of my crown.
My head drops back against the door as my hips fight to take control and pump into him with reckless abandonment. I’ve never received such good head in my life. Z sucks dick like he loves the taste. Like he can’t get enough of it.
He cups my balls, one of his fingers brushing dangerously close to my hole. I shiver and groan, nearly at the edge. Anything he asked of me, I’d give willingly. He wants to shoot his cum down my throat next time? Done deal. I won’t hesitate again.
Z pops off my dick to stroke a finger over my ass. “This okay?”
I don’t even hesitate to bark out a yes. His mouth swallows me up again, and his finger swirls over my puckered muscle, slick from the transfer of his cum. The thought of him pushing that inside of me has my thighs quivering and a vein in my foot fucking throbbing with its own heartbeat.
My hand dives into his hair as my eyes lock on the visceral image of him sliding his mouth over my cock.
