“Okay.”
Chapter 22 – Zane
Zane pulled the pillow closer, hugging it until it rested under his chest while he rocked his ass, gasping softly. His mouth felt dry, his forehead and nose ached, but the tongue rubbing across his hole over and over made it all better. Sliding his knee toward the headboard, he opened farther to Roach’s touch and let out a quiet, nasal moan.
It felt so damn good to be touched there again. He hadn’t meant to let Roach in so close, but since that fuck a week back, many boundaries Zane had established to keep his lover at a distance had crumbled as if they were made of Styrofoam. He no longer felt that need to always hold the reins, and when Roach’s agile tongue dipped into him, the sense of ecstasy flashing to the tips of his toes made him question why he’d waited so long with letting this hunk off the leash in the first place.
There had been their past, of course, but Zane wished to forget it. Move on. Enjoy Roach for who he was now and how eager he was to give Zane everything he dreamed of. At this point, it seemed that if Zane had asked Roach for a literal star from the heavens, Roach would just confirm which one before he set out to get it.
And he was so, so very attentive.
Roach removed his face from between Zane’s buttocks and sneezed. “Wait. Tissue break,” he muttered, reaching to a box on the nightstand.
“You need to rest more to boost your immunity,” Zane said, rubbing his burning forehead against the pillow while Roach cleaned his nose.
“You rest all the time, and you got it too.”
Zane hummed and pulled his knee even higher up, arching his ass to tempt Roach back to his neglected crack. “Because you gave it to me mouth-to-mouth. It’s basically all your fault.”
His words turned into a whine when Roach’s tongue tickled the tip of Zane’s dick, which lay on the sheet, facing his lover, and left a hot, damp trail up his balls, taint, and by the time it circled Zane’s hole, keeping his mouth shut became impossible. Each lap was a stroke of pure lust, and Zane pushed back, greedy for more touch, pulling Roach’s hand to his buttock.
“Don’t stop again or I’ll kill you!”
Roach chuckled but then got back to Zane’s ass as if it was his job. He kneaded the buttocks with big, calloused hands in no hurry to finish. Zane was the altar at which Roach worshipped each day, and it would be impossible to deny that the desire steaming off his lover had rubbed off on him too.
Zane curled his toes and rolled his hips against Roach, greedy for more of his touch. He loved how the beard gently scratched where he was most sensitive, only upping Zane’s excitement. “You need to practice this every day. So you get better,” he whispered, grinning at the headboard when Roach petted his dick.
“Does my passion for your ass not come through in my technique?” Roach asked with a chuckle, then pulled Zane’s cheeks apart, licking around the tender hole.
Zane stretched on the bed, moaning his appreciation. Roach was a ridiculously fast learner. Then again, he had the curse to prod him in the right direction, so maybe any praise was undeserved.
Zane looked over his shoulder, and the sight of the pink flush on Roach, whose face was deep between Zane's buttocks, made his insides twist with desire. “Such an eager puppy.”
“Woof,” Roach said before delving back in, but he must have reached down to his own cock, because Zane’s arousal skyrocketed, sending a shiver from the base of his spine to his nape.
“Ah! Yes, yes, good doggie,” Zane whimpered, grinning as heat washed over him in waves. Lick. Scratch. Rub. Tease. Roach was unrelenting, and the sound of his fist pumping the thick dick between his legs was so addictive Zane wished there could be another one of him, watching Roach work his thick piece of meat.
If there was a cure to Zane’s cold, it definitely was this.
His muscles went rigid, and he curled his toes when Roach moaned through his nose while teasing Zane’s hole with the hot, wet tongue. Through their connection, Roach’s orgasm pushed Zane over the edge, and for a second Zane felt weightless, his mind empty and light, as heat throbbed in his ears.
Spent, he lay on the sheets, catching his breath while the aftershocks of orgasm ran up and down his limbs. Maybe this couldn’t take away the mild fever or headache, but he sure as hell felt pampered.
Roach crawled forward, on top of Zane, and settled his whole weight on him like a sated beast still set on guarding his prey. It no longer made Zane anxious. Roach nuzzled the back of Zane’s head, but rubbed his cum-stained fingers against Zane’s mouth.