He widened his feet and dug his fingers into the flesh of Roach’s thighs, staring up at the fat head of his cock just within reach. Zane wanted to arch his neck and kiss the spongy tip, suck it into his mouth, deeper, deeper until his forehead nudged Roach’s balls. His partner smelled so intensely now, as if he hadn’t just showered but had jerked off to porn all night without coming and was now about to unleash all that unspent cum for Zane’s pleasure.
Despite who Roach was and everything he represented, there was lazy comfort in being so certain of this man’s lust. Zane didn’t need to play games with him, didn’t need to make a job out of guessing. He knew Roach’s honest arousal like he knew the sizzle of excitement in his own body every time their eyes met.
Zane exhaled, his gaze following the slow glide of the massager. Roach moved it back and forth, very gently, as if he wasn’t sure about its shape and feared he might accidentally hurt himself. But Zane wanted more. Because now that the toy was in, the hot sensation from earlier was gone. He reached up and turned the base, switching the vibrations back on.
“Oh fuck!” Roach whimpered against Zane’s cock, thighs tensing as he rocked his hips in a way that had Zane want to reach for Roach’s hair and rub those trembling lips over his shaft.
Zane felt it too—a muted yet pleasant tingle deep inside that felt like the gentlest prostate massage. “S-suck me! Come on,” he demanded, sliding his hands up and opening Roach’s buttocks all the way, so he could see the sphincter squeezing around the toy.
Roach only needed that little nudge from Zane to remember what his lips were doing down there in the first place. He swallowed half of Zane’s dick in one go. Roach gave damn good head, and Zane often teased him about it, but Roach never revealed where he’d gained that kind of skill. Zane only cared for reaping the benefits of Roach’s schooling. He wanted the intense sucking, to see Roach’s head bobbing over his crotch, feel the beard tickling his stomach.
The toy inside him buzzed, and Zane loved what Roach’s little whimpers sent tremors down Zane’s shaft, but it wasn’t enough, so he pushed Roach’s hand off the vibrator and switched it to a higher setting. The dick above his face twitched time and time again, dripping hot pre-cum onto Zane’s skin, but Roach’s ass remained the main attraction. It tensed, released, and made deliciously rounded, needy movements.
Roach couldn’t keep his hips still, and there was something ridiculously hot about a big, tattooed hunk like him taking it up the ass and loving it. Zane laughed, rolling his hips up to jab his dick down Roach’s throat while he penetrated him with the toy over and over, focusing on the prostate until Roach couldn’t control himself any longer, shaking and stifling those cute yet sexy noises on Zane’s shaft.
“That’s it. You’re my plaything. Never forget it, Roach,” Zane whispered, so hot he wished he could tear his own skin open and crawl under Roach’s. He twisted the massager against the sensitive nub inside, and as he opened his mouth to moan, pre-cum didn’t just drop to his face, it drizzled on Zane’s tongue and down his throat, covering it with the musky flavor that stirred Zane’s greed for cock.
“Shit. Oh shit,” he whimpered, trembling while they moved against one another, his hand already damp from sweat and tired from holding the vibrator in place.
Roach rolled his ass, riding the toy as he longed for more pressure, but while Zane could feel a tension building inside him, it didn’t compare to actually having someone’s dick hammer at his insides. Like sucking a piece of candy through the wrapper, it offered a hint of sweetness that didn’t live up to the real thing.
But the hard dick spraying his face every time it swung above was very real and looked utterly delicious, so Zane didn’t hesitate any longer and helped himself to it, taking it deep until the hairy balls rested against his eyelids.
Roach didn’t hold back either and took his cock to the hilt while riding the buzzing toy like a bitch in heat. Making him lose control this way was a pleasure in its own right, but when it mixed with the scent of his arousal, with the tickle of his pubes, and, with the taste of his cum splashing Zane’s palate, it was heaven. He didn’t get to suck on Roach’s cock. It erupted as soon as Zane pressed it with his tongue.
Bright lights danced behind his eyelids, and he tightened his hold on the hot, sturdy body. Shaking through his own release, he shot into Roach’s dirty, greedy mouth.