Belonging (25 page)

I smiled at that. “Buddha’s hand has
probably gone out of season by now, and the other things are called
tangelos.”

“Close enough.” He plucked a ripe
strawberry off the plate and dipped it in the sauce, but instead of
eating it, he fed it to me. When a little of the chocolate got on
my lower lip, Zan let out a low, “Mmm,” and licked it off. “Reminds
me,” he said. “Those salted caramels were insanely delicious. Thank
you.”

“Really? You tried them?”

“I did,” he said as he fed me another
chocolate-dipped berry, again getting some on my lower lip. He
sucked it off gently, then murmured, “They were the most delicious
things I’d ever had, until now.” He ran the tip of his tongue over
my lip.

Lust spiked in both of us at the same
time. I’d changed into a decent outfit for our date (which I’d had
to borrow from Nico, since most of my better clothes were somewhere
between San Francisco and New York) and I fumbled with the buttons
on the black long-sleeved shirt. Meanwhile, Zan untucked it, then
slipped his hands beneath the hem, encircling my waist as he kissed
me deeply.

He went to work on my belt and the
indigo jeans, and before long I was completely naked. Zan laid me
down on the pillows, picked up another strawberry and put the tip
of it in my mouth. After I bit into it, he stroked my nipple with
the half between his fingers, the wetness cool on my skin. I gasped
and arched my back when he took my nipple in his mouth and sucked
it clean. It hardened instantly and he nibbled it gently before
doing the same thing to my other nipple, his beard tantalizingly
rough on my skin.

He fed me another strawberry, watching
my mouth as I bit into it. Once I’d swallowed it, he kissed me, the
tip of his tongue slipping between my lips. He proceeded to do this
with one of everything on the platter, tasting the fruit on me
instead of eating it himself.

Zan stripped off his shirt, but kept
his faded 501s on. His big erection was clearly outlined in the
soft denim, and my cock throbbed at the sight of it. Even though he
was rock-hard, Zan seemed to be in no hurry. He dipped a fingertip
in the chocolate sauce, then trailed it down my stomach and around
my navel before sliding his finger in my mouth. I sucked the
chocolate off it, and then he slowly, methodically licked me clean.
I moaned and writhed beneath him, grabbing the pillow I was laying
on with both hands.

Zan took his time, grinning
at me as he lined up half a dozen raspberries in a trail down the
center of my body. The message was clear, even though he didn’t say
a word:
hold still, or they’ll fall
off.
A tremor of anticipation went through
me, which almost tipped them. Finally, he picked up a big
strawberry, held it a few inches above my cock, and crushed it
until its juices dripped onto my shaft. Another tremor went through
me when I realized what he was up to. I was dying to feel his mouth
on me, and the sensation of the juice running over my cock,
especially the sensitive tip, was enough to make me
moan.

He set the remains of the berry aside
and let me suck the juice from his fingers, which I did eagerly. He
then slowly worked his way down me, eating the raspberries from my
body and kissing and licking the spots where they’d been, one by
one. My breath was fast and shallow as my cock twitched in
anticipation. It was tough to hold still and not send the berries
rolling off me.

I was worried that I’d cum the moment
he touched my cock. He seemed to anticipate that and just ran a
series of quick, short licks up my shaft at first. Then he ran his
tongue over my balls, making me moan again. When he moved even
lower and explored the soft skin beneath them, it was all I could
do to hold still.

He went back to my cock, running just
the tip of his tongue up my length, then quickly circling the
swollen head. I was completely wild with need by that point and
whispered, “Please, Alexzander.”

His voice was low and gentle when he
said, “Please what, Gianni? Tell me what you want.”

“Please suck me. Oh God, please.” My
body was shaking as my cock throbbed and twitched again, precum
dripping onto my stomach.

“All you had to do was ask, love,” he
said, before swallowing me to the root and then dragging his lips
all the way up to the tip. Sensation shot through me and I cried
out, grasping the pillow.

A couple minutes of that was all it
took. I yelled and arched my body, and his arm went around my
waist, holding me as my orgasm tore from me. I shot again and again
as I writhed and bucked, and he rode it out, sucking me throughout
all of that.

He kept his lips wrapped around my
cock as I came down with a series of jolts and aftershocks, only
sliding off me when I was utterly spent. I couldn’t talk, couldn’t
even move, but Zan knew this and asked nothing of me. He just
cradled me until I stopped shaking.

When I could finally form a rational
thought, I looked into his eyes and he smiled at me. “Thank you,” I
whispered.

“My pleasure, love.” He tenderly
brushed my sweat-drenched hair back from my forehead.

“What about you?” I asked, my voice a
hoarse whisper. “You need to cum.”

“I will. Just not right now.” Zan
reached over me and pulled a soft chenille blanket off a rocking
chair, covered me with it, and settled in comfortably. I rolled
onto my side and burrowed into his arms.

“Can’t fall asleep,” I murmured,
trying to fight the exhaustion that had settled heavily on me.
“It’s not fair. You need to have your turn.”

“Sleep, love. I had my turn this
morning, and I’ll have another one after you rest.” I would have
argued, but I was out before I could manage it.

*****

I awoke with a start sometime later,
my head on Zan’s chest. The lights were off in the treehouse, the
room lit just with a few candles. He’d slipped out of his jeans at
some point, and both of us were naked and snug under a couple warm
blankets.

When I looked up at him, he gave me
the sweetest smile. “What time is it?” I murmured.

“No idea. I’d guess it’s probably
quite late, though.”

“Did you sleep?”

He nodded. “I just woke up a little
while ago.”

“I’m sorry about earlier.”

“What are you apologizing
for?”

“I completely messed up. I fell asleep
before you could fuck me, and I did it at a time when you were
really aroused. I’ve never done that before, falling asleep after
cumming, I mean. I feel terrible.”

“Don’t. I was actually proud of myself
for rendering you unconscious,” he said cheerfully. “I assumed that
meant I did something right.”

“Oh, you did all of that incredibly
right. Still though, I hate the fact that you didn’t get to finish.
Or even start, for that matter.”

“Well, if I’m being honest, I’ll admit
that I took care of business after you nodded off. Never fear,
though. Despite that DIY, I’ll be more than ready for the next
round whenever you are.”

“You...oh,” I said. “Well, still, you
shouldn’t have had to. Next time you go first, okay?”

“Let’s set the bar high and aim for a
simultaneous climax on our next go-round. I’m pretty sure that only
happens in pornography, but I’m feeling giddily
optimistic.”

I chuckled at that. “Giddy optimism
sounds like a good thing.”

“Oh, it is. Reminds me of how I felt
when I was about to lose my virginity.” He smiled and said, “Come
to think of it, I’ve gone without for so long that I’m pretty sure
my virginity has been reinstated by now. I have to say, I’m looking
forward to giving it up to you.”

That made me chuckle. I asked him,
“How old were you when you lost your virginity?”

“I was far too young, we were just
fifteen. Looking back, I’m surprised we even figured out what to
put where. Both of us were hopelessly clueless.”

“Who were you with?”

“A lad named Sheldon Boyle. It’s not
as dreadful as it sounds, he was really quite lovely.”

“That really is young. Did you meet
him at school?”

“No, I never attended school. I was
touring from the time I was six, so I always had private
tutors.”

“Oh, right. I knew that, but I’d
forgotten.”

Zan grinned at me. “Tillane trivia
from that documentary you watched?”

I grinned too. “Yup.”

“I’ll have to rent that sometime,” he
said, running his palm across my belly. “Be useful to know what
sorts of half-truths and misconceptions you’re operating
under.”

“It wasn’t very in-depth. For example,
there was no mention of Sheldon Boyle.”

He grinned at that. “I should hope
not.”

Where’d you meet him, if not in
school?”

“Sheldon worked at a shop his parents
owned, adjacent to a rehearsal hall in the west end where I
practiced when not on the road. I always made excuses to pop over
there after rehearsal. My mum thought I’d developed a fondness for
the sweets in that shop, but really my fondness was for one sweet
brunet.”

“Whatever happened to
Sheldon?”

“No idea. We lost touch after he went
to university. It had run its course by that point
anyway.”

“I see.”

His expression became serious. “You
called him your first boyfriend, that thirty-eight year old bloke
you were involved with when you were seventeen. Was he the person
who took your virginity?”

“Yeah.” I chewed my lip for
a moment, lowering my gaze, and finally said, “I’ve made a lot of
stupid mistakes when it comes to sex. I now fully realize he wasn’t
the right person to give my virginity to, but you don’t really get
a do-over when it comes to that. Here’s the thing, though. Maybe
the first person you sleep with doesn’t really matter as much as
we’ve all been led to believe. Maybe the only one that counts is
the very
last
guy
you sleep with, the person that’s so special and so incredibly
right that you end up sleeping with him for the rest of your life.
If that’s really what matters, then I still have a chance to do one
thing right.”

Zan pulled me to him and kissed me. As
things began to heat up and he slid his thigh between mine, I
murmured, “I should mention that I put some condoms and lube in the
drawer of the credenza.”

“You planned ahead,” he said before
kissing my neck.

I took a deep breath and blurted, “You
don’t have to use them if you don’t want to.”

He looked up at me. “Why would you say
that?”

“It’s just that...well, everyone’s
always used condoms with me, and I was tested recently so I know
I’m disease-free. I just...I wanted to give you something I’ve
never given anyone before. It’s not as good as giving you my
virginity, but it’s something.”

“Why would you trust me that much,” he
asked, “especially considering all the reckless things you know
I’ve done?”

“You told me you never caught
anything. And let’s face it, there was plenty of time for you to
become symptomatic if you were wrong and had actually ended up with
an STD, given how long you were celibate.”

“I was tested, too, back when I still
saw doctors. But how do you know I’m not lying to you? Someone with
my sexual history would normally be a huge gamble.”

“You wouldn’t lie to me,” I said,
interlacing my fingers with his. “You just wouldn’t.”

“You’re right, but I have no idea how
you can be so certain.”

“I’ve been sure of you since the
moment you kissed me, Zan. Maybe that sounds naïve, but I don’t
care. You’d never do anything to harm me, and that goes both ways.
I’d never lie to you or do anything to hurt you either. Not in a
million years.” His response to that was a kiss so passionate that
every part of me ignited. As he clutched me to him, I grabbed his
ass and rocked my hips, rubbing against his cock, and he moaned
before lightly biting my shoulder.

Zan became wild with desire. His hands
and mouth were all over my body, as if he was trying to experience
every bit of me at once. I got up and rushed to the credenza on
shaky legs, pulling open a drawer and grabbing the lube. He was
right behind me, spinning me around and pushing my back to the
wall. I squirted some lube into my palm and tossed the bottle
aside, then slicked his swollen cock.

I hooked my leg around his thigh as he
pushed into me, stretching me with his thickness. As he bottomed
out in me, his body pressed to mine, he kissed me with raw hunger.
I held on to his shoulders and wrapped my other leg around his
hips. Zan started absolutely pounding me and I yelled in pure
ecstasy as I clung to him and rode that big cock, using the wall
for leverage to drive myself up and down on him.

Zan threw his head back and yelled,
too. It was wild and primal, with absolutely no concern for anyone
overhearing us. His big hands grasped my waist and he took me
harder still, claiming my body with each thrust. “Oh fuck, Zan,” I
blurted as I started to cum, my cock rubbing between our bellies as
he ground against my pleasure spot.