Zac took another sharp breath, but whatever reply he may have made was cut off by Liam’s mouth closing around his cock. Zac bucked his hips, seeking out the heady depths of Liam’s throat, but Liam tightened the grip on his thighs, stilling him as he grazed his teeth on the underside of Zac’s dick just hard enough to make Zac’s eyes roll. “Do that again.”
Liam did it again, and again, and then turned up the heat. He pushed Zac onto the bed, sucking harder and moaning around Zac’s cock. The vibration buzzed through his veins. Jesus. Since when had johns been so proficient at giving head? But then, Liam was no ordinary john; Zac’s fast-approaching orgasm was testament to that.
Zac lay back on the bed and screwed his eyes shut, warring with the desperate urge to thrust into Liam’s mouth and the knowledge that he needed to slow things down and get a grip on himself. He wasn’t here for his own pleasure, though it appeared someone had forgotten to send Liam that memo. He used his teeth again, and Zac groaned, jamming his hand in his mouth. Jamie bit his dick sometimes, but he had nothing on the subtle scrape of Liam’s teeth. Zac had never felt anything like it.
“Lift your legs.”
“Wha—” Zac opened his eyes as Liam gripped his shoulders and heaved him further onto the bed, his lean muscles rippling beneath his tanned skin. “Fuck, you’re strong.”
“Not really. Lift your legs.”
Zac obeyed, lifting his legs and spreading them wide, opening himself for Liam. He thought he was ready for the sensation of Liam’s tongue sweeping over him, but he was sorely mistaken as Liam buried his face between Zac’s legs, driving his tongue in and out of Zac, all the while keeping his hands busy on Zac’s dick, pumping, squeezing, twisting. Zac fought for control—he was supposed to be the fucking professional—but Liam showed him no mercy and he abruptly found himself on the edge of a release he couldn’t contain. “Suck me.”
Liam pulled his tongue from inside Zac and swallowed Zac’s dick, driving his fingers inside him and seeking Zac’s prostate with a practiced touch that made him wonder how many men—or hookers—Liam had done this with before.
But he didn’t have time to ponder it much as release rushed up on him. He shoved his hands into Liam’s silky hair and pulled his head back. Cool air hit his dick and he came with a strangled yell. “Fuck!”
His orgasm seemed to go on forever as Liam tortured him with his fingertips, teasing every buck and groan out of Zac until he couldn’t take anymore. “Stop, stop. Please stop.”
Liam pulled away with a low chuckle. “Don’t lose your head on me yet. I’m not done with you.”
Zac didn’t doubt it, but it was a few moments before coherent thought returned to him and he remembered that he’d had plans of his own, plans that involved Liam’s cock. He lunged for Liam, sending him tumbling sideways. “Your turn.”
Laughing, Liam propped himself on his elbows and eyed Zac with a gaze that was warmer than any Zac had seen from him so far. In another world, Zac could almost pretend they were lovers, making each other come simply because they wanted to, and perhaps even because they loved each other. But this wasn’t the time for weed-laced daydreams. This was Liam’s bed, they were hooker and john, and Zac had a job to do, albeit a job that made his mouth water.
He ran his tongue up and down the length of Liam’s cock, taking in its size and thickness, and recalling how it had felt inside him the last time they’d fucked. How it had filled him to the point of combustion and left him sore, aching, and desperate for more, much, much more.
Easy. He’s got all night to fuck you.
The thought of fucking all night made Zac’s head spin. He squeezed Liam’s dick and took it deep in his mouth, sliding it down his throat. Liam’s cock throbbed in response, leaking and jumping against Zac’s tongue.
“Damn.” Liam’s legs quivered. “Yeah, like that . . . deeper.”
Zac was happy to oblige. He spent a lot of time giving head, but every sound Liam made went straight to his own sated cock. It wasn’t long before he was rock-hard once more. He rutted against the mattress, desperate for friction.
Liam pulled on his shoulders. “Get up here.”
The commanding tone shifted the air. Zac met Liam’s gaze. It seemed darker than when they’d started, but that could’ve been the fading light.
“Don’t make me say it again.”
Zac crawled up the bed, sliding along Liam’s sweat-sheened skin until they were face-to-face, lips inches apart. Zac had never been into kissing, especially not with johns—though in the old days he hadn’t had much say in the matter—but as he stared at Liam and his lips tingled, he’d never wanted to kiss anyone more. Shame Liam rolled away before Zac could do something really fucking stupid.
Liam left the bed and went to a wardrobe on the other side of the room. He returned with a box of condoms and a bottle of expensive-looking lube, and tossed them on the bed.
Zac picked up the lube. “Is this the posh stuff?”
Liam snatched it out of his hands. “Get on your knees.”
Zac got on his knees. He’d been with johns who took the dominant role to the extreme, shoving him face-first into a brick wall, wrapping an arm so tight around his throat that he passed out, but Liam wasn’t like that. Instead Zac found himself rushing to obey his gentle commands, every instinct screaming at him to make Liam happy because pleasing Liam did amazing things to Zac’s heart.
That, and he had a feeling Liam was going to fuck his brains out and he couldn’t bloody wait.
Liam brought his hand down on Zac’s thigh with a stinging slap. It hurt in just the right way, and Zac jumped in anticipation of the next blow, and the next and the next, until he saw stars and finally, finally, felt the blunt head of Liam’s cock pressing into him, slicked by a healthy squeeze of designer lube.
Zac dropped his head and suppressed a moan, even though Liam hadn’t instructed him to be quiet. He’d learned long ago that there was something insanely hot about keeping his rare sexual pleasure to himself, holding in every gasp and moan until he thought he’d combust. With Jamie, the game had the added bonus of driving each other half-mad, but Liam didn’t seem to notice Zac’s silence. He slid his dick all the way in and then held still, filling Zac, stretching him, and pulsing gently inside him while he rubbed soothing circles into the small of Zac’s back.
That was a new one. The masochist in Zac often enjoyed the dry sear of a john’s cock ramming inside him—unless it was someone too minging—but the sensation of Liam easing the pain away was out of this world. Zac’s chest tightened and his eyes burned. His self-imposed suppression cracked and he let out a strangled groan.
