“Something stupid.”
I crush my lips against his, the kiss hard and desperate and everything I’ve been holding back since Seattle. He moans against my mouth, his tongue tangling with mine. I lose my fingers in his hair, tugging it tight as I drink in everything he has to give.
His hands fist in my shirt, pulling me closer. My senses are thrown into overdrive as I let him infuse me. The taste of peppermint dances his tongue, the scent of his soap filling my lungs, the heat of his touch scorching my skin. Everything about him is familiar and new at the same time, like coming home to a place I’ve never been.
When we finally break apart, our breaths are short and sharp.
“This is crazy,” he murmurs. “We could get caught.”
“Do you want to stop?”
He looks at me for a long moment, and I can see him weighing the risks against the want. The smart play would be to say yes, to push me away before this gets any more complicated.
“No,” he says finally. “Don’t stop.”
I kiss him again, softer this time but just as desperate.
“Zane,” he breathes when I start tugging his belt open.
“Tell me what you want,” I say, slipping my hand into the front of his jeans. I grasp his hard cock and a choked sound tumbles from his lips.
“I want you to fuck me,” he says, his voice trembling as I stroke him harder. “Fuck me like you did that night in Vegas.”
My cock throbs and screams at that. I flip him around so his face is pressed against the wall. With one hand, I undo my pants and pull out my cock, rubbing myself against his ass as I jerk him.
I almost let out a moan but swallow it back before it hits the air.
My stomach clenches. Precum gathers at the tip of my dick as it bobs against his ass. I spread it down the length of my shaft so that it’s slick between my fingers.
Everything tenses, the knowledge that anyone could come in here and catch us hangs in the air, tangled with lust and pent-up need.
Using my fingers, I scissor his hole to prep him. My balls ache, the sharp pain climbing into my gut. Tate melts against me, thrusting back and forth, alternating between beckoning my cock and fucking my hand.
“Fuck me,” he mutters. “I need your cock inside of me now.”
With one hand on his hip, I plow into his ass with one hard thrust, almost crying out as I bury myself in his heat. I fuck him with long, hard strokes as I jerk his throbbing cock. He squeezes me, his muscles tensing as they clamp down on me, pulling me in.
My teeth find his ear, grabbing onto the lobe before assaulting his neck, nipping and tugging at his flesh. I rub my fingers over the tip of his dick, slicking precum over the slit.
“Beg me to make you come,” I say. “Tell me how much you want this, how much you want me to give it to you.”
I clench my teeth, white light exploding behind my eyes as the orgasm rumbles deep inside of me. But I can’t lose it first. I need…I need…
“Please…” Tate chokes out. “Make me come. Give me everything. I fucking need everything, Zane.”
It takes every ounce of self-control to not yell when the orgasm erupts out of me. Tate tenses then trembles against me, then ropes of cum spill over the side of my hand as the orgasm consumes him.
A few breathless seconds pass before I slip out of him and let go of his cock. I lean forward, my forehead hitting the back of hisneck. My shoulders quake, aftershocks rippling through me. My heart thrashes in my chest as Tate slowly turns to look at me.
“This is so fucked up,” he whispers, grabbing some tissues from a box on a nearby table. He hands some to me and cleans himself up before tucking himself back into his jeans.
“Yeah, it is.” I put myself back together, the blood rushing between my ears drowning out the panicked thoughts exploding in my mind. What if Morrison has people in here, watching? What if he saw what we just did?
“We can’t keep doing this.”
“I know,” I say, my voice tight.
“Someone’s gonna figure it out.”
