“I don’t want to play any more of your games, Zane,” he says. “You’re shutting down, disappearing, icing me out. Either you’re in this or you’re not. And I need to know now what your answer is.”
“I want to be with you more than anything,” I say, sweeping a hand through his hair. “But I can’t give you what you want. Not yet. Not until I get some things figured out. But…”
“But what?”
“But please, just give me tonight and let me remember what it feels like to want something that’s not going to destroy me.”
It’s true. Wanting him has been the most destructive thing I’ve ever done, and also the only thing that’s made me feel alive in the past two years.
“Okay,” he says softly. “I’ll give you tonight.”
I push him against the wall before pressing my lips to his. I cup the sides of his face, parting his lips with my tongue and delving into his hot and hungry mouth, taking my time to memorize the shape of his lips, the taste of peppermint on his tongue, the sounds he makes when I nip at his lower lip, the desire he pours into the kiss that touches my soul and ruins me for anyone else.
After leading him into the bedroom, I back him against the bed, my frenzied hands sliding up and down his body, trying to lose myself in the feeling of his heat flush against me.
“I missed you,” I rasp, my fingers tugging at the hem of his shirt and yanking it over his head, because it’s true and because I might not get another chance to say it.
“I missed this,” he says, and I immediately get his meaning. Missing me is dangerous. Missing this…our physical connection, the release, the temporary escape from reality…is safer.
And we both know it.
“Lie down.” I push him onto the mattress and run a hand down the front of his chest. The scent of his cologne, some heady mix of lemon, mint, and grapefruit, swirls under my nose when I dip my head to breathe him in. My tongue traces the thick black lines covering his pecs, his muscles tensing under the path of my lips. I take one of his nipples between my teeth, then move to the other one when he shudders.
He pulls open my pants and shoves them to my ankles. I take off my shirt and toss it to the floor, then kick off my pants and straddle him. He gazes up at me and reaches for my ass, grasping it hard. The tip of my hard cock glistens with precum. My mind is woozy with lust. I lower myself on top of him, grinding my cock against his. I tighten my thighs around him, my chest grating against his, our pulsing, dripping cocks pressed together.
My breath hitches as his hands work their way to our cocks. He strokes them both, precum spilling over the tip, coating us both. His hand is pure torment as he squeezes, tugs, and jerks with growing intensity.
Tate moans into my mouth when I slide my hand between his ass cheeks then press two fingers inside of his tight hole. I drive them deeper until he cries out, his cock throbbing against mine.
“Fuck, that’s good,” he chokes out.
“This is nothing. I’m gonna give you everything.”
He cries out again, louder this time.
But before he comes, I pull my hand away.
“That’s not everything,” I whisper.
He runs his free hand over my thighs and then gives my ass a slap when I don’t move. “Do it now. Fuck me, Zane.”
Holy fuck, that was hot. I’ve never been spanked before but it just made my cock swell and drip down the front of his chest. And I fucking need him to do that to me again and again.
I’m so screwed. This man has my head in such a goddamn twist. If I let him, he could undo me with a look and a word.
“You’re taking too long. Are you going to fuck me now? Because I don’t know how much longer I can wait for that cock to fill me.” He reaches around me, pressing his hands into the small of my back, forcing me closer.
With a thrashing heart, I reach past him and pull open my nightstand drawer for a condom and some lube. I roll on the condom, slather the lube on my cock, and prep his ass as he writhes under me.
“I can’t take it anymore,” he moans. “Just fuck me. Now.”
I line myself up and press into him, stretching him slowly as he tenses. His eyes darken, his gaze heavy and lust-fogged. When I bottom out, I still for a second, buried deep inside of him, the place I love most in the world. Heat coils through my insides as I begin to rock my hips against him, the slow push and pull setting off fireworks deep in my groin.
He picks up the pace, urging me to fuck him deeper and harder until his body spasms around my cock. That’s when I know I’ve hit his spot. He clutches me, digging his fingers into my back, clawing at my skin as his eyes roll back in his head and tremors rocket through him. I lower myself on top of him, our skin slick with sweat, the air heavy with all the things we can’t say but feel. He moves faster, harder, meeting me thrust for thrust, and I really hope he’s seeing the same stars I am right now.
“Fuck, that’s so good,” he rasps as we tremble against each other. He clutches me tight as I move in and out of his ass.
“Come for me,” he says. “Give me all of you.”
