Shit, the string of words that are coming out of Zach right now don’t even sound like his voice, he’s so destroyed. I’m already sheathed and ready, multitasking while prepping him, which isn’t an easy feat one-handed. I don’t want to hurt him, but god, he needs this bad if the cries tearing from his throat are any indication. Zach likes it rough, that’s for sure.

I take him in a single stroke, making my metal bed frame pound the wall from the force, and eliciting the most inhuman groan from Zach that I’ve ever heard. His upper body vibrates from sensation overload.

“More,” he growls.

I pull out fast and slam back in hard.

“Is that how you like it?” I keep pummeling his ass with the hardest thrusts that I’m physically capable of, and he can only respond with deep, guttural moans. “Then that’s how I’m going to give it to you. And you’re going to take it.”

Zach shudders at that, and starts to slur words in long, low, breathy moans. I can’t make out much of what he says, but I’m pretty sure part of it is, “’Cause … filthy … slut.”

My rhythm falters at that, so I pull out and flip him back over so that I can see his face while I’m nailing him. I punch right back into him, and the look on his face is pure ecstasy.

I’ve never really played like that, but that doesn’t mean I’m not willing to try.

“You’re a slut?” It’s hard to keep my voice commanding, when the question wants to come out in a high-pitched whine. What are we doing? Is he?

“Yes,” he draws out the word on a breath. His face and his chest are blazing scarlet, and his curls cling to his cheeks in damp strands. His eyes are squeezed shut, like he wouldn’t be able to get through this if he opened them.

My big head and little head are at war right now. Both find this incredibly hot, but my big head keeps springing thoughts and questions that are unwelcome at the moment. Not when I have this beautiful man underneath me.

“You’re a good little slut.” I accentuate each word with a thrust.

He whimpers and claws at my back.

“Everyone wants to fuck you.” He’s writhing on my dick now, his chest heaving from my words. “Everyone wants inside this ass.” My words are coming out through gritted teeth, I’m working him over so hard.

“I … want … to give it … to them.” He pants out his words.

Fuck. Zach. It’s like he’s about to burst through his skin. This is the hottest fuck of my entire life and I’m not letting my big brain ruin it by taking anything that slips through his lips as canon. Dirty talk is all about the fantasy, right?

“… with you,” he adds after wetting his mouth. He’s panting so much, it’s got to be parched. “You there.”

Zach grabs my neck, and he’s a little too shaky, so when he pulls, our foreheads clack together. His eyes have opened, and despite the dirty sex, he’s looking at me with goddamn puppy dog eyes, like he’s scared and hopeful, all at the same time. How anyone can have goddamn puppy dog eyes while engaging in gang bang dirty talk is beyond me, but here Zach is. It’s like he’s willing me to understand. I’m not sure I do. Not really. But I think I can at least give him this.

“That’s right,” I say, and place myself into his fantasy, giving over to the dirty talk and the role he wants me to play in it. “I’d have you laid out, fucking you, just like this. And there’s a roomful of men watching you. Wanting you. Wishing it was their dick plowing into this tight, fucking ass.”

“Yeah,” he pants softly with each breath, almost like it’s the only way he can exhale right now. He reaches his hand down to jack himself to my words.

“But no one gets to touch you until I say so. Not unless you’re really good.”

“Nngh. Craig!” His breaths are so fast now he’s practically hyperventilating, and mine are almost as fast. Sweat drips down my body onto his, and I can feel the throbbing of my cock inside him get longer, harder, tighter … His hand is jerking at lightning speed.

“But of course, you’re so good. So I pick one and let him take my place. You wouldn’t have any say over who I pick or what I’d make them do to you. But it wouldn’t matter, because you’re such a filthy little slut. You’d love it.”

“Craig!” Zach screams one final time as ropes of cum shoot from his cock and splatter across his chest and chin. It’s a sight that pushes me over the edge too, and I shoot my load into the condom deep inside him.

I crash to the side, halfway on top of him, smearing his cum and our sweat between us. I’m probably going to give him a major cramp since I’m still buried inside him and he’s got a leg stuck at a weird angle beneath me. But fuck, I can’t even move. And based on the serene smile on his face, he can’t either.

Damn. Who’d have thought Blushy would have such a dirty, dirty mind.

I don’t want to think about it right now. A freak-out is imminent, I can feel it. I’m really falling for Zach, and the idea that he might not feel the same, or might push for an open relationship … Nope. Pushing those thoughts aside. Right now, I’ve got a gorgeous man under me with a grin spreading across his face, bigger and bigger until he erupts into giggles. Freaking post-sex giggles.

“Something funny?”

“Mmmm, nope,” he says, and bursts into laughter again.

“Really?” I ask, pulling up onto one of my elbows and using the other hand to tickle his side. He shouts with laughter and wiggles in my hold. His movements dislodge me from him, and his laugh is disrupted by a sharp wince.

“Sorry!” I gather myself off him and grab the condom before it leaks everywhere. “Stay there. I’ll be right back with something.”

There’s mirth in his voice – seriously, since when does my internal dialogue include words like mirth? – as he says, “This is definitely more than a washcloth kind of mess. Wanna join me in a shower?”

I take in his cum-painted stomach and drag my finger around it. “Most definitely.” Playing with this mess makes my dick perk up for more messes. Shower indeed.