Just a Bit Wrong (Straight Guys 4)

Tristan let out a soft moan. If he were honest, he missed this as much as the sex: the sensation of Zach’s body, heavy and perfect on him, cutting him off from the rest of the world and making it hard to focus on anything but him. The weight was a bit too much and it was hard to breathe, and it was just perfect. Before he knew what he was doing, Tristan had his legs wrapped around Zach.

Zach dropped his face into the crook of Tristan’s neck. Took a deep breath. “You’re naked,” he ground out. “Why are you naked, damn you?”

“Why aren’t you?” Tristan whispered, closing his eyes as Zach sucked a bruise into his neck.

“I’m not here for this,” Zach said, giving him another hickey.

Ignoring his words, Tristan tugged Zach’s shirt off and ran his hands over the expanse of Zach’s wide back. “I want you. Want you inside me.”

Zach drew in a ragged breath. “I’m not here for this,” he tried again, sounding even more unconvincing. “We need to talk.”

Tristan didn’t want to talk. He knew what Zach was going to say. He didn’t need to hear it. He was just a dirty little secret, something shameful, something to have in the darkness before Zach rode off into the sunset with his bride. Zach was here because he couldn’t help himself—not because he wanted to be here. If Zach had truly wanted to be here, he wouldn’t resist coming until it was the middle of the night. Tristan had no delusions. He was good enough for a fuck, but he wasn’t good enough for…for anything else.

“Come on,” he murmured, rolling his hips a little and running his fingers through Zach’s hair. “I know you want to. You can have me. One more time.”

A growl tore out of Zach’s throat and then Zach was kissing him and Tristan was kissing back, both of them moaning, greedy and desperate. He missed this, he missed this, God, he missed this and missed him. So fucking much.

“Your mouth should be fucking outlawed,” Zach rasped, sucking and nibbling on Tristan’s bottom lip.

Tristan didn’t say anything; he couldn’t. His mind felt like cotton, all his senses focused on his mouth—and Zach’s mouth—all he could do was soak up Zach’s kisses and touches. He barely noticed Zach’s undressing, but he definitely noticed when their naked bodies pressed together tightly, skin to skin. He moaned as Zach’s parted lips dragged deliciously across his chest, closed on his nipple and sucked. When Zach released his nipple from his mouth with a pop and charted a path with his lips down to Tristan’s belly button, Tristan groaned and shoved Zach’s head lower. Zach bypassed his aching cock, trailing his tongue between Tristan’s thighs. Lifting Tristan’s hips, Zach started licking his hole, quickly reducing Tristan to a quivering, moaning mess. Panting, Tristan pushed back against the tongue, needing more. Zach gripped his hip tighter and plunged his tongue deeper, emitting a groan that vibrated against the tender flesh. God. God. Tristan couldn’t think, racked by the shudders rolling through his body at each swipe of Zach’s tongue. His thighs were trembling, his back was arching, and the roaring rush of pleasure pounding through his veins was the only thing he could hear for a very long time. He could barely register Zach prepping and stretching him hurriedly—so far gone he was. He just wanted.

When Zach took his fingers and tongue away, Tristan whined. He moved his hips and dug his fingers into Zach’s muscular buttocks. A moan ripped out of his throat as Zach’s cock dragged deliciously against the rim of his hole. “Zach, come on.”

“Yeah—just give me a—” Zach said and pushed inside of him, his strong hands stroking Tristan’s thighs and keeping them wide apart. Zach moved very slowly, his body shuddering above him and tense as hell. “Okay?” he said when he bottomed out.

Tristan stared at the dark ceiling, his eyes watering. “Perfect.” He immediately regretted saying it, but it still sounded less cringe-worthy than his needy thoughts.

Zach started moving and Tristan closed his eyes. His head collapsed back against the pillow, his back arching off the bed as Zach quickly picked up speed, Zach’s hand spreading over his side and the other running down his leg. Tristan couldn’t help but just let it out—string a whole slur of half-words and curses together as Zach snapped his hips into him at an intensity that showed just how fucking badly he wanted this, too.

He wasn’t going to last. He pulled Zach tighter to him, heat racing through his veins, the flames licking over his flesh, and the ache building with each thrust of Zach’s cock, filling him up so perfectly, as if it was made for him, which was all kinds of ridiculous, because penises weren’t meant to be put inside another man. But right now, just for a little while, Zach’s cock was his, Zach was his, only his, his, his, his—