Page 92 of Zero Confusion
Miles offered her a quick smile, and she mouthed, Sorry, sending an eye roll in her dad’s direction.
“I was telling him how much I enjoyed his speech. NPR says children need positive feedback.”
“Zach is not children.” She turned to Zach. “You did do a great job. Really funny.” She dragged her dad away, and Miles chuckled with amusement.
“I have a feeling that’s not the last time someone will gush about your speech. I also can’t help but notice that no one’s said anything about mine,” Miles quipped, fully aware that anyone complimenting his sorry excuse for public speaking would be lying.
“Maybe you should have added more jokes and cut back on the sentimental stuff that made everyone cry.”
“Nah, jokes are more my boyfriend’s area of expertise.” Miles pulled Zach close and moved to the music. The song had switched from the slow ballad to something more upbeat, reminding him of dancing at the club on Joel’s birthday—the first time he’d noticed how well Zach’s body fit into his as they moved together.
The flashback was so vivid, Miles could feel it surging through his body.
Judging from the quirk of Zach’s eyebrow, he could feel it too. “Seriously? On the dance floor?” The mock outrage in his voice was canceled out by the way he pressed against Miles.
“It seems that dancing is another one of his strong suits,” Miles rasped in Zach’s ear, voice husky with desire. The delicate fragrance of citrus and mint wafting from Zach’s hair tickled his cheek. Miles leaned in closer, inhaling the fresh scent of Zach’s shampoo mixed with the deeper, muskier notes of his cologne. His head swam from the potent combination, making the rest of the world fade away.
The only thing that mattered was Zach. The warmth radiating through the layers of their suits, the arms tightening around Miles’s neck, the slow, matching rolls of their hips to the beat of the vibrating bass. Desire flooded Miles, filling him to the brim until he was seconds away from rutting against Zach’s steel length like an animal.
Somewhere deep inside his mind, where critical thinking still existed, he knew it was a bad idea to start grinding on his boyfriend in public, but he found it hard to care.
It felt too good.
To his disappointment, Zach pulled back, the small frame that had fit so well in Miles’s arms replaced by the cool evening air. Before Miles could complain, Zach threaded their fingers together and tugged, leading him away from the pumping music and colorful lights, past the table where a few rowdy guests were deeply absorbed in a game of poker, sidestepping the bushes that circled the house, and, finally, slipping around the corner.
Miles followed on autopilot, floating in a haze of lust until there was nowhere left to walk, not unless they wanted to wade through the dense landscaping.
“Where are we—”
Zach shoved him into the aluminum siding. There was barely enough ambient light for him to see Zach’s playful smile and the glint in his eyes as he leaned closer.
“Quiet,” Zach said, cupping Miles’s bulge and rubbing in slow circles, tormenting with enough pressure to drive him wild without letting him go over the edge. Miles tried to keep quiet. He really did. For a few seconds. Then, a guttural moan ripped out of him as Zach’s clever fingers traced the outline of Miles’s tip over his slacks.
They’d had sex before—life-changing, earth-shattering sex—yet Miles didn’t think he’d ever been this turned on. He craved Zach’s touch as much as the air he breathed. Maybe more.
“I’m close,” he panted, thrusting into Zach’s palm, riding another wave of pleasure. At some point, he’d closed his eyes, sagging against the side of the house and letting pure need overtake him. Sparks exploded behind his eyelids as he inched closer to his release.
Zach massaged with one hand, tugging at Miles’s belt with the other. It took some fumbling before the belt gave way, and Zach started undoing the buttons one by one.
Why couldn’t all clothes be tear-away? Nobody wanted to deal with buttons while in the throes of passion.
Once he was done, Zach impatiently shoved Miles’s pants and underwear to his thighs and sank down on his knees. He didn’t tease, swallowing Miles down to the root right away, nose buried in Miles’s freshly trimmed pubic hair. After making a gurgling sound that weakened Miles’s knees, he pulled back, his tongue frantically lashing back and forth to hit every sensitive spot on its way. This was a no-holds-barred blowjob, the most erotic, aggressive assault on the senses.
Miles knew he wouldn’t last, not with Zach’s firm lips stretched obscenely wide, creating delicious suction. He held out as long as he could, but then Zach hummed in satisfaction, and Miles was spilling down Zach’s throat without a warning. Zach grabbed Miles’s thighs with both hands, holding him in place while his throat constricted and swallowed around Miles’s cock, drawing out his orgasm, milking him dry.
Miles’s legs almost buckled, and he braced himself against the wall, watching helplessly as Zach tucked him back into his boxers and fastened his slacks before standing up. The moment he smirked, eyes red and glistening with moisture from choking on his dick, Miles was hit with a wave of possessiveness.
He was the only one allowed to see this expression on Zach’s face ever again. The only one allowed to make him cry with pleasure. The only one allowed to hear his moans.
Zach was his. Forever.
“We should go back before someone notices we’re gone,” Zach said.
“Yeah.”
Miles pushed away from the house and gestured in the direction of the party, but as soon as Zach turned around, he grabbed him by the waist and yanked, slamming them both into the wall. Zach’s back was pressed firmly against Miles’s chest, his pert ass making Miles glad he had enough of a refractory period to avoid the temptation of fucking Zach twenty feet away from his brother’s wedding reception.
Instead, he snaked his hand down to undo Zach’s pants, peeling his underwear down just low enough for Zach’s cock to spring out. Miles wasn’t wasting any time, wrapping his hand tightly around it and thumbing the leaking slit.
