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

out of their clothes both tricky and fun. Two people sharing would usually take turns undressing in a tent this size, but they were sharing more than a tent. When Zach was naked, Adam pounced, pushing him down on the sleeping bag, supporting himself over him, a hand either side of his chest.

“Got you right where I want you, my pretty,” he said in a ridiculous pirate voice, making Zach snort with laughter.

“Is this role-play?”

“No, I left my eye patch and cutlass at home. Anyway, the only role I want to play is Mr. Adam Gray, the man sleeping with Dr. Zach Benesh.” He leaned down to drop a kiss on Zach’s lips before levering himself up again.

“This is no time for push-ups,” Zach said, stroking Adam’s arms, working his way up from wrists, over forearms, the points of the elbows, on up the biceps to the shoulders. The slow fingertip caress made Adam moan softly and shift on top of Zach, giving some space to his rapidly stiffening cock. He felt Zach’s shift too as it got the room, pressed against him.

“Adam,” Zach whispered, voice so serious. “I want you inside me.”

Adam couldn’t imagine any place he’d rather be. He moved away to find his jacket and rummage in the pocket for the lube he’d brought from Zach’s place. Would they get to have sex in a real bed again? Didn’t matter. He’d have sex with Zach on a bed of nails.

Zach turned on his front as Adam came back to him. Probably easier, though the chance of kicking down a tent pole and bringing the whole thing down on them was still there. He’d done that before and chuckled at the memory.

“What’s funny?” Zach asked, looking back at him.

“Nothing,” Adam said. “Tell you later.” He still had his pants on and managed to maneuver those off without knocking the tent down, only hoofing Zach in the side once. “Sorry.”

“You don’t have to beat me into submission. I’m quite willing. In fact, if you don’t get on with it, I’ll soon be rather beyond willing.”

Adam leaned down over him, spoke in his ear. “You’ll be more than willing in a minute; you’ll be begging for it.”

“I’m hearing a lot of talk and still not seeing any action. Oh!”

Now there was action as Adam slipped a lubed finger inside him. Zach stifled any follow-up to the exclamation, but he groaned loudly when Adam inserted a second finger. Having to stay quiet made it more intense somehow, Adam thought. As if their passion was crammed into a tiny space from which it wanted to burst out but couldn’t. Could only stay there, getting hotter and hotter while they made careful movements and only whispered of their pleasure.

Adam found Zach’s prostate, and Zach bit down on the sleeping bag, and his body moved rhythmically against Adam’s hand.

“Ready?” Adam asked.

“Please, Adam, please.”

Begging in a whisper. Strained and desperate and so sexy Adam could wait no longer. He moved closer to the lantern, and his erection made a monstrous shadow so close to the light. He giggled at it. Enough to intimidate a man. He turned the lantern off and maneuvered Zach onto his side, lay spooned behind him, and pushed into him slowly. Zach gasped and pulled one of Adam’s hands around, first just to cling to it as Adam filled him, inch by inch. But then he guided the hand to his cock. Exactly where the hand wanted to go.

Adam couldn’t thrust hard in this position, but he didn’t want to. He wanted to move slow, relish his first time inside Zach. Take the time to run his hand over his smooth, pale skin, kiss his shoulders and back. And stroke his cock, oh yes, he wanted to do that. Zach wrapped his hand around Adam’s, not stroking, sort of along for the ride. What a ride!

Adam buried his nose in Zach’s hair, which smelled of sweat and lingering traces of shampoo. He needed a shower, but the scent wasn’t unpleasant yet. Just primal somehow. His unique scent Adam felt the need to bond to. To fix on like a mother knew the scent of her child or a dog his master.

That made him open his eyes, and his hand faltered for a moment. I’m not Zach’s dog.

“Adam? Are you okay?” Concern tinged Zach’s whisper.

“Yes.” Adam realized he’d stopped his slow thrusts. “Fine. Way more than fine.” He wasn’t Zach’s dog. He walked at Zach’s side, not at his heels. Shaking away the unfortunate thought, he moved again, hand and hips, a little harder, making Zach groan.

“Harder,” Zach said. “Please. Harder.”

Adam rolled Zach onto his front, covering him and giving himself more to push against. His thrusts grew harder and faster as the pressure built inside himself. He’d lose control soon, he knew. Even he could take it slow and easy for only so long, and he’d gone well past that point. Zach writhed and gasped under him, unable to get his hand to his cock. I’ll take care of you too, don’t you worry, Adam silently promised.

Zach bit into the sleeping bag. By the time this trip ended, Adam thought it would look like a dog had savaged it. He had nothing to silence him, and he’d always been pretty vocal. Nobody liked to bounce all over the bed and shout about what a good time he was having more than Adam did. But he managed to keep all the bursting energy inside, where it fanned the flames of the heat burning up every inch of his skin. Sweat broke out as if all the yells he was silencing turned into water and burst from his pores instead.

His climax exploded from him, spread like a wildfire, down every nerve and capillary, escaping from his skin with his sweat until the air around him seemed filled with his pleasure. He breathed it. He tasted it.

He found himself lying across Zach’s back, panting, barely aware of collapsing, and he heard the soft moan