Coda 05 -Paris a to Z

it, between his legs, squeezing the flesh where his leg met his pelvis.
“Zach,” he hissed at me. “The window!”
“What about it?” I bit his neck harder. I rubbed my fingers on that soft skin behind his balls, pushing back toward his entrance. I couldnt reach it from this angle, but I reached as far as I could and heard his breath catch. My cock was hard, and I ground against him from behind.
“Somebody might see,” he said breathlessly.
“They might,” I said, and I slid my hand up and cupped his sac in my hand, squeezing gently. “I hope they do.” His breathing was faster now, the pressure building. “I hope they watch everything.” I moved my hand up, not gripping him, but allowing the palm of my hand to brush lightly up his shaft to his crown. His breath caught again, and he made a soft sound that might have been a whimper if it had only been louder. “I hope they like it.”
“Please, Zach,” he whispered.
I put my fingers on the tip of his shaft and started to massage the little beads of moisture I found there around and around his head. “Tonight,” I whispered as I teased him, “after weve showered, Im going to push you down on that bed.” I let my fingers glide down his length. “And Im going to push your legs apart.” I moved my hand down again, as low on him as I could reach, massaging him, straining toward his hole. “Im going to lick you and rim you and suck you until you beg me to stop.” I slid my hand back up. I placed my palm flat against his cock and I pushed against him from behind, grinding against his ass and pushing his erection into my hand.
He had a hard time talking when he was this wound up, but he panted out, “Is that all?”
“No,” I said as I finally wrapped my hand around him and began to stroke. “Then Im going to fuck your brains out.”
He laughed breathlessly, leaning back against me, his head back on my shoulder. I knew if I could see his face that his eyes would be closed, lips barely parted. I looked down, over his shoulder, at my hand moving on him. His hips moved a little as he pushed himself in and out of my fist. I wondered what it would be like to look down and see another man on his knees in front of us. I imagined watching Angelos cock disappear into that mans mouth. I imagined grabbing that mans head, pushing Angelo deeper into his throat as I pushed my cock into Angelo, and I moaned.
Someday, we might make that happen, but not here. This trip was for us alone.
“More, Zach.”
“Anything.” I moved in front of him and went to my knees. I sucked

    him into my mouth and started moving, sliding up and down his length. I intentionally moved a little faster than I knew he liked, and after a moment, his hand knotted in my hair, stilling me, just as Id known it would. And then, slowly, he started to move.
This was the way he liked his blow jobs, at least some of the time: agonizingly slow. He used his hand in my hair to guide my head, back and forth, opposite the thrusting of his hips. I had a hard time deep-throating normally—especially since he was a bit longer than average—but when he went slow, it was easiest. I didnt even have to keep my fist around his shaft to keep him from pushing too far, except when he came. Moving like this, he could push deeper than he could with fast thrusts, and he seemed to be able to sense when he couldnt go further. Id asked him once how he knew—if I tensed up, or if he could feel it somehow in his cock—but hed only looked at me in surprise. He hadnt even realized he was doing it. However it worked, it was always the same. Hed push in as deep as I could manage, and then hed pull back out, almost all the way, until the ridge of his cock was against my lips, and Id tighten my mouth around him, sucking hard to keep him from escaping. That was the part he liked best.
I unbuttoned my pants, exposing my aching erection, and used my hand to stroke myself. I didnt move my hand in time with his long, slow thrusts. I moved it in time with his breathing, which I was ever attuned to. It was fast now, but not too fast. He wasnt panting yet. Sometimes he liked to rush ahead to the end, but not today. Not yet, at least. Right now, he seemed to want to take his time.
His thrusts continued, long and slow. I kept stroking myself. I opened my eyes and looked up at him. His other hand was braced against the windowsill. His head was back, so I couldnt see his face, but I knew he had his eyes closed. Otherwise hed be