Higher Ground by Becky Black (most read books of all time .txt) 📕

reached the destination before his lips did, steadying Adam’s erection, stroking it as it grew and pulsed in his hand and Adam squirmed under him.

“Zach, please.”

Zach lifted his head as he reached the end of the trail of coarse hair on Adam’s belly. The cock rose from a circle of hair the same shade of golden red spreading on the pillow as Adam’s head went back.

“Please,” he moaned again, arching upwards, straining against Zach.

Zach bent his head again and slipped his lips over Adam’s cock. Adam gave a sharp cry, and his knees came up, enclosing Zach as if fearing he’d escape. No chance. He certainly didn’t want to escape. This might be the only time they had together. He used his hand and mouth together in perfect time. He’d always had a good sense of rhythm. He could play the piano.

Right now Adam was responding like a musical instrument, making all kinds of enjoyable sounds as Zach used his fingers and tongue to tease him into a frenzy. Zach’s erection rubbed against the bedsheet, and his desire reached the point of being more than he could stand. He pulled away from Adam, who yelled in outrage. But Zach made a quick scramble to the nightstand and came back with lube and a condom.

“Zach, I’m dying here,” Adam moaned.

Dying of pleasure or frustration he didn’t say. But Zach didn’t make him wait long.

“Can I…?” Zach asked, showing him the lube.

“If you don’t, I’ll explode.”

“Do you want me to use this?” He held up the condom.

“Not unless you’ve got a reason to personally. I’m bug free. Just hurry up.”

“Thank you for trusting me.” Zach tossed the condom away, then prepared Adam, trying to keep his lubed fingers away from Adam’s prostate, fearing he’d go off like a firework right there and then.

“Now, Zach, now,” Adam pleaded, then groaned as Zach filled him. His legs immediately circled Zach’s waist, ankles locked over his back.

“Do it. Fuck me.”

The sound of that word from Adam, the first time Zach had heard him say it, sent unspeakably erotic thrills up Zach’s spine. He thrust deep into Adam, fearing he’d hurt him but quite beyond control. Thankfully, Adam’s cries weren’t of pain but of intense pleasure. He pulled his legs higher, increasing the angle of penetration, and his cries changed in tone to sharper, became louder. His cock rubbed against Zach’s chest and belly as he writhed and pushed against him.

Zach groaned. He wanted to touch Adam, but he needed both hands to hold himself up, had to be content with the feeling of Adam’s cock against his skin. So hot, seeping with precum, the scent of it sharp and enticing, a scent he’d loved since his first time with another man. A time he couldn’t even remember right now. He supposed there must be other men in the universe, some of whom he’d had sex with, but here, in this moment, only Adam existed.

Adam moaning, writhing. Adam coming. Adam thrashing on the bed as Zach thrust into him again and again, his climax sweeping across him only a moment later. Adam holding him as he collapsed, their sweating, panting bodies wrapped together.

Adam. Only Adam.

* * * *

“Adam.”

“Mmm?”

“Adam, wake up.”

Adam didn’t want to wake up. He wanted to sleep in Zach’s warm bed, beside Zach’s warm body. The island wasn’t sinking yet. They had time.

“We need to get moving,” Zach said. “It’s almost seven.”

Adam didn’t open his eyes. “We’ll get up at seven. Deal?”

Zach sighed impatiently but didn’t object. He shuffled into a more comfortable position, pulling Adam closer. “Okay. A few minutes. But we have to get to the rendezvous for eight.”

“Why?” Adam looked up at him. “Do you think that’s when we’ll actually leave?”

Zach frowned. “Well, yes.”

“Have you ever, you know, met people before?” He rubbed his hand over Zach’s chest. “I’m putting my money on getting away for about ten.”

“Oh. I see. Even so, I’m the one who’s called for this; I need to be there.”

They still had five minutes, though. He closed his eyes and snuggled closer to Zach. After practicing since childhood, Adam considered himself a master of the proper appreciation of five more minutes in bed. Did they have time for anything else in five minutes? No, probably not. Which was a shame, because wow. He’d been left close to stunned by the sex earlier. He’d never expected so much passion and confidence from Zach and wanted more time with him. If things were normal, he’d be rehearsing his “call in sick” speech so he could spend the day in bed with Zach.

“I’m sorry I was rather pushy earlier,” Zach said. “I hope I wasn’t too demanding.”

“God, no, that’s fine. Great, in fact.”

“It’s just…with things the way they are…” He shrugged, Adam feeling the movement rather than seeing it. “Though I am sort of always like that, I’m afraid. I feel like life is too short to waste time.”

“Really? Personally, I rather like taking the time. There’s plenty of time to let things grow—usually, anyway.”

“But there isn’t. We have so little time, such short lives. We’re no more than mayflies. We’re the blink of a mayfly’s eye.”

“Can mayflies blink?”

“I don’t know! Perhaps you know an entomologist who can tell us.”

“A couple of them, actually.”

Zach clicked his tongue and threw the covers aside. “We have to get up. I’ll start breakfast while you shower.”

Adam sighed and followed him out of bed. They hurried around, showering, dressing, cooking, and in twenty minutes were demolishing a substantial breakfast and a pot of coffee. As they finished, Adam piled the dishes by the sink and turned on the hot water.

“Leave them,” Zach said.

“It will only take me five minutes while you pack your stuff.”

“Adam. Leave them.”

The serious tone in his voice made Adam pause, suddenly realizing why he was saying it. One way or another, Zach didn’t expect to return. Adam turned off the faucet and dried his hands, leaving the dishes piled up unwashed.

“Adam, do you believe me about the island?” Zach asked.

Adam