Coda 02 -A to Z

would ask for that I wasn’t willing to give. “Yes.”
    It was like something broke loose inside of him. He suddenly pushed me, hard, onto my stomach. He had never topped. I would have done it for him at any time, but this was the first time he had shown any interest. I heard him fumbling in the drawer by the bed, and there was a second while he opened the tube and got himself ready. Then he grabbed my hips, pulled me up onto my knees, and without any warning he pushed in, hard, all the way. He wasn’t broad, but he was long, and I fought to stay loose around him.
    He stopped there, buried to the hilt inside of me. He leaned down against my back and said fiercely, “You’re mine, Zach.” His teeth bit into my shoulder, at the base of my neck, and he sucked hard. It hurt, but at the same time, it was as if he lit a fuse inside me. It burned slowly through me, setting my whole body on fire. He was still deep inside of me, and I moaned and reached for my own cock. He stopped me.
    “No.”
I groaned. “Ang, please….”
    “No.” His tongue traced up the top of my spine. His hand moved down my stomach but never touched my swollen dick. Then his mouth locked onto my shoulder on the other side, and that sweet pain started again. I was panting, trying to get more, trying to push against him, trying to make the pleasure inside of me match the pain outside, but still he stayed still. He let go of my neck and said, “Say it, Zach.”
“I’m yours.”
    Finally his weight moved off of my back. His hand, still slick from the lube he’d applied to himself, closed around my cock, and I cried out. He stroked me a couple of times, then pulled out almost all the way, and started to thrust, slow and deliberate. I couldn’t even hold myself up any more. I let my elbows bend, put my head on the bed, and tried to hang on. Each time, he pulled out almost all the way, before thrusting back in, allowing his thrust to push my own cock through his hand. After that pain and the anticipation, it was almost more than I could stand. His fist on me was already wet with pre-come, and I felt that pressure deep inside of me fighting to break loose.
    “Jesus, Ang—”
“Not yet, Zach.”
    I tried to hang on, heard myself whimper. It triggered something in him. He drove into me harder. I was gripping the sheets, pulling hard, trying to find some leverage, but he drove me down flat on to the mattress, kept thrusting harder, and his hand on me was fast and urgent, and his teeth were biting into my shoulder again. I might have cried out. Maybe it only felt that way to me. Then I felt him throbbing inside of me, and I finally let go. Finally let that wave of pleasure crash down over me, and it was so intense, I actually thought I saw stars.
    I had pulled the sheets halfway off the bed. My head was on the bare mattress. I was laying in the wet stickiness of my own come. It didn’t matter. I couldn’t move. Certainly couldn’t think. Sleep was already pulling me under.
    Angelo was still on top of me. He laid his head against my shoulder. “You’re mine,” he whispered.

    “Yes,” I whispered back.

    He sighed, and I felt his body relax against mine. He kissed the back of my neck, lightly and said quietly, “I’m yours, too, Zach.” All I could manage to say was, “I know,” before sleep took me.
    W HEN I woke up the next morning, he was already up. He was sitting on the couch, with a book in his hand and Geisha in his lap. Geisha, of course, jumped up and left the room as soon as she saw me. I climbed onto the couch and stretched out with my head in Angelo’s lap. When I looked up into his face, his eyes were closed.
    “We’re going to have to wash the sheets today,” I said lightly. He almost smiled. He opened his eyes and looked down at me sheepishly. “Are you mad?”

    “Are you kidding, Ang? Not even close. Please don’t tell me that you feel bad about what happened last night.”

    “A little.”
    “You shouldn’t. I’m the one who should apologize. I think it’s considered bad form to fall asleep that fast afterward. You’re supposed to demand that I cuddle first.”
    He gave me his lopsided smile. “I’m not a chick.”
    “At no point last night did I think that was a chick behind me.” He finally smiled when I said that. “I’m trying to decide which one of my past lovers to tell you about first so you can get all jealous and possessive again.”
    He shook his head at me. “You looked in a mirror