He needed this so badly.
“What?” Zane asked in a snappy whisper, still working himself open while his cock stiffened by the second, growing between his thighs.
They were both naked now, and Roach backed against the pillows, staring at the dark silhouette of his lover, who was seemingly ready to go at it without any kind of foreplay.
“I’m just… trying to understand you. You’re fucking chaos.” Roach wouldn’t blink, staring at the most gorgeous man he’d ever met getting ready to ride his dick.
Between Zane hugging him during shopping and the cheating attempt, when has it come to this?
“You hard yet?” Zane asked, and he must have pulled on a muscle in his ass, because Roach could sense a sting inside.
“Of course I’m hard,” Roach whimpered, at loss. He reached out for Zane, trying to get a grip on all this, to truly connect. “Hard as steel. Come here.”
Zane wiped his hand on a tissue and crawled on the mattress. His long strands obscured his features and swept the comforter as he moved forward, a creature from another world about to consume Roach’s soul. “Hands under your head. Keep them there,” he ordered, stalling, as if he didn’t want to risk being touched by Roach’s dirty fingers.
“Zane. This is unreasonable.” And yet, Roach followed the order, unwilling to break the spell Zane had on him. He wanted to know how it was like to fuck a man—to fuck Zane—even if it meant he’d have to do exactly as told.
He couldn’t keep in the growl of appreciation when Zane’s hair brushed up his thighs and teased his hips as Zane looked down at Roach’s shaft. For the briefest moment, Roach sucked in air, hoping for a blowjob, but Zane was determined to get straight down to business and straddled him, sweeping his mane back.
His body was the most beautiful Roach had ever seen, and he’d almost broken Zane’s request to keep his hands to himself, but once Zane’s dick aligned with his, he stayed still, paralyzed by fear that one wrong move might mess it all up and take away this view.
Zane was a wild cat. He had sharp claws and teeth, but he could also be spooked, and the last thing Roach wanted was Zane changing his mind. For so many years Roach had either feared or despised his sexuality only to begrudgingly accept what he was. Zane had entered his life like a cannonball, breaking through Roach’s barriers with a bit of flirting, with heated glances cast his way across the Rabid Hyenas bar.
Whether he knew it or not, he’d changed everything. Roach was no longer ashamed of the excitement at the sight of their dicks touching. Unfriendly looks or mean comments might still hurt, but nobody could take away how he felt about Zane.
“You’ve got no idea how long I’ve been dreaming about this,” he whispered, staring at Zane’s swollen lip, the strong neck, the body made of lean muscle with a scattering of dark hair. He was magnificently masculine, yet in his own way, free of inhibitions so many men put on themselves to fit one rigid model. Zane was free. Zane was who he wanted to be without adhering to anyone’s rules.
Roach stopped breathing when Zane’s calloused fingers grabbed his cock, coating it in a thick layer of lube while he rose, about to mount Roach.
“Oh, fuck. Yes. Yes.” Roach wouldn’t blink, and had to fight the instinct of grabbing Zane’s strong thighs. In this moment, he didn’t even care what their relationship was, or whether something would change once they were done.
He just wanted to feel.
As his cockhead was allowed between Zane’s muscular, round butt cheeks for the first time since they’d met, Zane leaned forward, as if he’d changed his mind about kissing. Roach rocked his hips to express how eager he was, but Zane grabbed a pillow and plunged him in darkness when he gently placed it on Roach’s face.
The hell?
Roach sucked in air to make sure he could still breathe, and he would have pushed the damn thing away, but the heat radiating on his cock confused him to the point where he couldn’t make up his mind as to whether to complain or bear the pillow. The hair on Zane’s thighs tickled Roach as Zane sank lower.
“Stay,” Zane breathed, resting one of his palms on Roach’s chest, as if he were trying to calm a dog before cutting its balls off. “Don’t stare. It’s gonna feel nice anyway, you hear me?”
Zane grabbed Roach’s dick and pushed himself down on it before Roach could have made up his mind whether this really was fine. As the searing heat sucked him in, tight as a vise, he no longer knew what his problem had been. The air filtered by the pillow was hot and smelled of Zane’s hair, and there wasn’t quite enough of it, which sent Roach’s head into a spin. Zane’s legs trembled on either side of his hips as he sank lower, ignoring the sting of internal muscles Roach sensed reflected back at him.