Liam’s hand stilled. “Want me to stop?”
“No.”
“Sure? It’s okay if you do. You can keep the money.” Liam withdrew slightly.
Zac chased him down, slamming his hips back and making them both gasp. “I don’t want to stop. I want you to fuck me.”
“Yeah?” Liam sat on his heels, bringing Zac with him to sit, impaled, on his lap. “How much do you want it?”
Too much. “Enough to beg you, if that’s what you want.”
“Nah, I’m not into that slave shit. No begging. I want to watch you get off . . . fuck yourself on my cock.”
It was a request Zac had heard a thousand times over, normally from fat old men too unfit to fuck him themselves, but coming from Liam it took on a whole new meaning. Zac involuntarily clenched as Liam leaned back on his hands. A bolt of heat shot through him. He dropped forward, widening his legs and raising his hips, then ground himself up and down, fucking himself on Liam’s cock.
“That’s it,” Liam said. “Nice and slow.”
Zac closed his eyes and drank it all in as pleasure built gradually in the base of his spine, radiating through him like creeping lava. He’d had slow sex with Jamie before, both of them too tired and strung out to do much else, but it had evoked nothing like the heady pressure building in him now. Nothing like the red-hot sensation of Liam’s cock sliding in and out of him. Heat. Pressure. Heat. Pressure. Zac’s control slipped, falling away and evaporating like it had never been there at all. He groaned long and loud, and slid further forward, stretching his arms out in front of him and fisting the expensive sheets. “Fuck me, Liam. Please.”
Liam gripped Zac’s hips, stopping his cock from withdrawing completely. “I told you not to beg. Why should I fuck you when you don’t do as you’re told?”
There was humour in his tone, like he found his own words slightly ridiculous, but Zac was too far gone to feel endeared. “Please. I need it.”
Liam relented. He covered Zac with his body and pressed him into the mattress, reaching above Zac’s head to grasp his hands. “You ran rings around me last time, playing me, making me fucking lose my head. I’ve been thinking about it ever since. Have you been thinking about me?”
“Yes.”
“Liar.”
“Am I?”
Silence, then Liam sank his teeth into Zac’s shoulder and pushed himself deeper inside Zac, circling his hips, and fucking him into a fragment of the oblivion Zac craved so much.
“Harder . . . please.”
Liam fucked him harder.
“Deeper.”
Liam fucked him deeper and hit the tiny bundle of nerves that turned Zac’s vision white. Zac cried out, so close to coming he couldn’t think straight, couldn’t speak as he fought to stem the wave of release as it rushed up on him. He yelled out again and tore a hole in the bed sheets. “I’m gonna come. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, fuck!”
“Do it.” Liam slapped Zac’s thigh. “Come for me and I’ll come for you.”
His dick swelling inside Zac, pulsing and throbbing, tipped Zac over the edge. He came with a loud groan that cut off as Liam joined him, warmth filling the crowded space where they were joined.
Zac gasped for breath, the air struggling to find purchase in his lungs. Black dots danced in front of his eyes. As he struggled to focus, only dimly aware of Liam pulling out and leaving the bed, he felt like he’d smoked a thousand spliffs, then run up the escalators at Angel Tube Station. Damn it, what was up with his chest? And why had his face gone numb?
Strong hands tugged him upright. Liam thrust a bottle of water into Zac’s shaking hands. “Drink.”
Zac obeyed, spilling water down his chin.
“That’s it.” Liam rubbed his arm. “Nice and slow.”
The repetition of his earlier words broke through Zac’s haze and he looked up to find Liam staring at him, his gaze an odd mix of desire and concern. Zac absorbed the mind-blowing shag still lingering in every facet of his being. Jesus. What the fuck just happened?
Liam took the water from Zac’s hand. “Want to tell me what happened?”
Again with the echo. Zac shook his head. “Dunno. Guess it was my turn to lose my mind. Sorry.”
