Seducing His Ex - Chapter 8
John didn’t know how they made it back to his house without mauling each other. For the duration of the twenty-minute car ride, they managed to do nothing but hold hands. They walked calmly into John’s brownstone, as normal as any two people could, but the moment the lock clicked in place, normal went out the window.
Hands moved quickly with erratic pulls and tugs to free them of their clothing. By the time they made it to John’s bedroom, they were down to their boxer briefs.
When they were naked, Zion pulled away from him. John could feel Zion’s gaze sliding down his skin like a heated caress and it made him burn from the inside out, the flames searing through to his soul. And then, without warning, Zion cupped his hand to John’s cheek, reverently, like he was cherishing something so beautiful and delicate, he was afraid to break it.
John tried to close the small gap between them, too needy to take things slow. But Zion stopped him, locking gazes with him as if it pained him to allow any space between them.
“What’s wrong?”
“John…this isn’t just about a good time. I need you to know that. I want more with you, both in and out of bed. It doesn’t matter how slow you need to take it. I will do anything to have another chance at getting my heart back again.”
Although John’s head swam with lust, he was absolutely clear on what Zion was saying. He was also very clear on the risks of diving back into a relationship with this man. He could lose it all with just one kiss. But after living life without Zion’s vibrant and powerful touch, John was finally ready to face the risk.
“Good.” John smiled as he stepped back to his bed, sitting at the foot of it and leaning back on his elbows. “Because once I have you in my bed again, I have every intention of keeping you there. So, if we’re both in agreement, what are you waiting for, Zion?”
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Zion’s vision went red with lust. A handful of words was all it took and this man had him on his knees, worshipping at his altar with the devotion of man to a god.
Zion pushed John’s knees open, wrapping a warm hand around John’s long cock and loving how the man trembled from his simple touch.
He leaned down, taking John slowly into his mouth, excited by the taste of him, by the raw need humming through his taut body. John finally gave up the pretense of control, falling back against the firm mattress, clutching the thick duvet spread beneath him.
Zion hollowed his cheeks, increasing the pressure of his lips against John’s flesh. The man moaned so pretty, not caring a bit about what the outside world would think if they knew what was going on.
Zion continued to pleasure John with his mouth and his hand, bringing him to the brink and backing off just in time to keep him from tipping over into bliss. By John’s twitching muscles and guttural moans, he was clearly both pleased and frustrated by Zion’s refusal to get him off.
John’s body had always been so responsive to edging and knowing he could drive John wild with his constant teasing made Zion’s cock ache with need. He could already feel the proof of his desire beading at the tip of his own member. He wouldn’t be able to continue to torture John without falling over that cliff himself.
“Zion, please,” John whined. “I don’t want to come like this.”
Zion released John’s cock with a disturbingly loud pop before he rose to his feet, climbing atop John.
“Tell me what you want, sweetheart, and I’ll make it happen. What do you need, baby?”
Zion buried his face in John’s neck while his hand glided slowly up and down John’s length. The struggle on John’s face was like gasoline on a fire, igniting his own desire.
John buried his fingers in Zion’s locs, moaning at his touch. “Please, I need you inside me.”
Zion moaned at John’s words. They sent him up in flames just as easily as John’s touch. Pleasing the man in his arms was all Zion wanted. Yes, he’d had lovers over the years, but none of them, not a single one, sliced him open straight down the middle, cleaved him with need like this.
“John, I don’t have—”
“In the nightstand drawer,” he gasped, his body vibrating next to Zion’s.
Zion rolled over, quickly rummaging through the drawer and finding what they needed. He generously applied lubricant to his fingers and John’s entrance, and no matter how eagerly John bemoaned Zion’s determination to make certain he was properly prepared, Zion took his time.
He didn’t want to hurt John. Not just physically, but in any way possible. He’d broken their relatonship all those years ago, so he’d take his time now, putting them back together piece by piece.
When John insisted he was ready, Zion sheathed himself with a condom and covered John with his body once again, kissing along his sharp jaw until his lips reached John’s mouth.
John opened for him, and Zion slipped his tongue into his mouth. With each thrust of his tongue, he pushed inside John’s body, quieting him with kisses as he stretched to accommodate Zion’s girth. When Zion was buried to the hilt, he remained still, kissing John into submission until his lover was relaxed, pliant and so hungry for him he could hardly keep still.
His strokes were initially slow, but soon the desperate mewling sounds coming from John broke his restraint. He snapped his hips hard and fast, creating a punishing pace. His senses were overwhelmed with John, and he could hardly control his need to satisfy them both.
“Please, Zion—”
Zion leaned back on his haunches, holding on to John’s hips, deepening his thrusts. The warmth and clench of John’s body was both bliss and torture.
Zion’s entire body was tense, but he refused to fall before John. He changed his angle, drawing an achy moan from John who wrapped his fingers around his own cock, matching the fierce rhythm of Zion’s powerful thrusts.
Zion couldn’t tell if it was a few seconds or a few hours later, but John’s muscles froze as he marked himself with the first jet of his release.
It was a beautiful image—John’s face contorted as his body writhed beneath Zion’s. And when he felt the final pulse from John’s orgasm, he finally allowed himself to reach for that elusive peak that had been just beyond his reach as he held out to please his partner. He buried himself inside John’s body one final time, falling into John’s arms as he wrapped himself around Zion, soothing him through the most intense climax he’d experienced in a long, long time.
“Damn,” Zion panted. “How are we still that good together after all these years?”
John smiled up at him, warming the cold recesses of Zion’s heart that ached for this for so long.
“That’s easy, Zion. Because we were made for each other. Then, now and forever.”
If you loved Seducing His Ex, be sure to catch LaQuette's next book, Secret Heir For Christmas from her Deveraux, Inc. miniseries.