Zack went to his car, swiping angrily at the tears streaking his face. The temperature was dropping fast and he smelled snow in the air. The icy breeze took his breath away but he ignored the cold, lost in the misery of his thoughts. He sniffed, scowling at allowing the weakness of tears to fall. Tears solved nothing. No one cared when you cried. No one cared if you were hurt. They just wanted their money’s worth. A cute, blond twink to “service” them. He’d gotten into the lifestyle out of necessity. A young teenager trying to make it in Hollywood. Heading to California from some shit-hole in Kansas, he’d had big dreams. Dreams of stardom and fame and fortune. The only fortune he’d gained was found on the streets and down back alleys. The only fame, as a twink willing to do just about anything for money. And stardom? Only on Hollywood Boulevard, baby.
He reached to wrench open the door when a warm hand covered his and Pace’s enticing scent invaded his nostrils. He drove his elbow back hard, trying to hurt the bastard as the pain he’d felt earlier at Pace’s words re-opened a wound that had never really healed. The blow never landed, Pace’s strong arms wrapping around Zack, holding him lightly, being careful with his ribs. He felt soft lips nuzzling at his neck, light kisses rained on the sensitive skin. He shuddered, not wanting to enjoy the caresses, but his hungry soul absorbed them as a flower absorbs the sun after a long winter.
“I’m sorry, baby. I am. I hurt you and I’m sorry.” Pace’s cheek rested against Zack’s, his jaw scratchy. “I didn’t mean that the way you thought. I don’t think you are a whore. You’re sexy as fuck. I’m scared at how much I want to be with you. You make me want things I’ve never considered before. You’re not a whore,” Pace whispered, his voice breaking.
Zack felt tears against his cheeks again, his body trembling as he tried to stem the tide of memories. He had been a whore, which was the point. He was used goods, dirty and damaged. Who would possibly want the leavings of all those faceless men? He’d joined the Army to try to escape his past, but the memories never really left, they just stayed on a back burner, waiting to pounce when he was least expecting them.
“Please, come back. We’ll talk. I won’t make any moves, I just want to talk.” Pace was almost begging, not caring how he sounded. He’d seen that flash of intense pain in Zack’s eyes. The look that told of untold misery. A look that said Zack had seen far more of life than he ever should have. Pace was not mean or cruel by nature. And God help him, he wanted this man to be his. Only his. Shifters mated for life. No ifs ands or maybes. And Pace knew this beautiful man was his.
Zack slumped, eyes closing in defeat. He knew Pace was his mate. Had known from that first day six months ago—those sexy green eyes, that kick-ass attitude, the body that just didn’t quit. Zack was the same height as Pace, six foot one inches, but Pace had wide shoulders and thick biceps, his thighs thickly muscled, chest broad. Zack was more like a runner, slimmer build and leanly muscled. His muscles were toned, tightly cut, his thighs sleek rather than thick. He felt Pace’s body fold around him like a blanket and sank back against that searing heat. His ribs twinged a little, but his shifter blood meant they were already healing rapidly.
Turning his head slightly, he felt Pace’s mouth taste the tracks of his tears and sighed. His lips ached to feel that mouth on his again. Being mated didn’t necessarily mean an instant love connection, but Zack had been falling for this man from the first second they met. Something about arrogantly sexy men with green eyes and killer abs that pushed all his buttons. The fact that Pace hadn’t fallen under his spell in a second had been all in his favour. If the man had been easy, Zack would have lost interest. He could admit to himself he’d liked the chase.
That sinful mouth moved to cover his, and he opened to it, drinking the nectar like a starving man. Soft, gentle, almost tender those lips and tongue tasted him, sampled him in a way he’d never felt before. It was like Pace was memorising every inch of his mouth, absorbing every flavour. Zack felt himself sinking, helpless against the powerful tide of Pace’s sensual onslaught, helpless against the gentleness.
All Zack wanted right then was to forget the memories of his past. But before he did, he needed to confess all his sins. Then he’d see where the dice fell. After he told Pace, the sheriff would probably run a mile anyway. It was time to stop running from the past.
Zack nodded, sighing as Pace loosened his grip, turning Zack in his arms.
His fingers brushed Zack’s cheek, rubbing his thumb across the pouty lips softly, now red and swollen from those drugging kisses.
“Come on.” He put his hand in Zack’s and tugged, walking back to Pace’s apartment.
“You’re mine, Pace Achak.” Zack positioned himself between Pace’s legs, splaying them wider. “Only mine.” Pace’s eyes darkened at the possessiveness in Zack’s tone. He twitched as he felt a slender hand stroke along his thigh, from knee to groin and back again in a sensual caress that had his body crying out for more.
Pushing his legs back and up, Zack focussed on the smooth glutes, hard enough to bounce a quarter off. His eyes met Pace’s, winked, then licked a moist path along the shadowy crease from perineum to rosebud. Over and over again, smiling as he heard the helpless moans coming from Pace as he writhed on the bed. He was going to drive the sexy sheriff right out of his mind.
Lying on his stomach, he set to work. Licking at the tight ring of muscles surrounding that inviting little hole, he nuzzled there, inhaling the musky odour, then laved at the heavy ball sac steadily, his thumbs pushing against the edges of Pace’s hole, prying it open gently. He rasped his whiskery cheek and jaw against Pace’s inner thigh, leaving the man incoherent with lust. Pre-cum smeared on that taut belly, the thick veins throbbing steadily. Zack smiled, knowing Pace was all his. He was Pace’s first, last and only. He blew gently against that musky hole.
Pace was whimpering now, his chest heaving, sweat covering his body as Zack gave him pleasure like he’d never known. The contrast of sleek, smooth tongue and raspy man stubble had him ready to blow. Rolling Pace’s heavy balls around his tongue, Zack sucked on them one by one, humming with pleasure at the delicious taste. He spent several seconds there, enjoying himself before moving on to other areas. Zack licked at the engorged cock curving against Pace’s flat, ridged belly. Tracing the thick veins pulsing just under the skin, then licking around the crown and dipping into the slit oozing pre-cum, Zack was in heaven. He couldn’t get enough of this beautifully sexy man, felt powerful as hell at turning the strong sheriff into a quivering mass beneath him. He smiled to himself as he kept up the torture on the beautiful dick before returning to continue preparing the small hole.
“Beautiful.” He growled the word, then stabbed his tongue inside, licking and fucking and biting and nuzzling until Pace was sure his mind would explode, whimpering and crying out until with a shrill scream he came, heavy spurts of semen lashing his abs, chest and even reaching his chin.
“Hmmm. I’ll take some of that.” Zack began to lick at the creamy mess, delicate like a cat, then smearing some on his fingers, licking the salty sweetness and humming in pleasure at the taste.
“Do you have lube?” He saw the nod, then a shaky finger pointed to the bathroom. Zack grinned wickedly, jumping off the bed and retrieving the lube quickly. Smearing a load on his cock, he dripped the cool gel over Pace’s crease, licking his lips as he savoured the taste of Pace on his tongue.
“Tell me if I hurt you, lover,” Zack murmured, pushing one finger inside Pace’s hole to the knuckle. Pace moaned, arching his back as his hole clamped down on the intruder like a vice. He felt the burn, the heat that spread upward like his ass was on fire. He’d never felt anything like it.
“Oh! That feels good!” Pace closed his eyes, mouth open, face contorted with pleasure.
Zack watched in awe as his lover responded to his every touch, enthusiastically accepting Zack’s caresses with flattering eagerness. If he’d known Pace was so passionate, he’d have jumped him long before now. He curled his finger around, finding the small gland and brushing against it. Pace bucked like he’d been tasered, crying out, his cock filling again as though it hadn’t just come all over himself five minutes before. A second finger joined the first, scissoring and spreading the small hole, stretching it as Zack tormented the gland over and over. His other hand found Pace’s cock, fisting the thick member and pumping it with a slow steady rhythm.
A third finger widened Pace even further until Zack was ready to come himself from watching Pace fall apart beneath him.
Parking his cock at the clenching chute’s entrance, Zack closed his eyes in ecstasy as he slowly punched through the tight sphincter, his cock sinking inside moist searing heat until the head was surrounded. He choked out a gasp, trying to hold off his orgasm, pinching the base of his cock as it threatened to ejaculate too soon. He felt the hard clench of muscle as the tight chute gripped like a vice, trying to push him out.
“Don’t stop.” Pace begged, eyes slitted with pure lust. “Fuck me. Please.”
Zack pushed in further, slow and steady as Pace gasped and groaned through the burn as his virgin hole stretched wide to accommodate the monster invading it. They both groaned aloud as finally the inexorable journey was over, Zack filling Pace to the hilt, his balls flush against Pace’s taut ass.
He waited for several seconds, then finally felt the relaxing of the hole around his cock, and began to move. Shallow strokes at first, then as Pace began to push his hips back with each in-stroke, trying to impale himself, Zack ramped up the tempo. Within seconds he had Pace’s heavy leg over his shoulder, kneeling on one leg as he began to pound at the slick tunnel over and over, slamming his hips with wanton abandon. He could hear Pace’s breathless cries of pleasure, could hear the broken whimpers as he pummeled Pace into the mattress.
With a few more strokes, he finally came, screaming out Pace’s name, fangs elongating, head thrown back in ecstasy as he came hot and hard deep inside that clenching channel. Load after load of hot seed shot out, lashing Pace’s hole until Zack thought he would black out.