Liam thrust up, grinding his dick into the bulge in Zac’s jeans. “Is a good fuck not enough?”
“Not everyone’s as hot as you, mate.”
The thought of Zac doing this with countless men did odd things to Liam. He rolled over, taking Zac with him, and pushed him into the mattress. “Doesn’t make any difference to me. I’m not here for a blowjob.”
“Then you’d better get on with fucking me.”
Zac’s insolent defiance sapped what was left of Liam’s nerves, or maybe it was that final shot of whiskey that drove him to stand up. Whatever. Liam roughly pulled Zac to his feet and undid his jeans, shoving them down Zac’s slim legs and kicking them aside. He unbuttoned his own, but didn’t remove them. Instead, he pointed at Zac’s underwear. “Take them off.”
Zac obliged, revealing that he was already hard. Liam stared and suddenly wanted more than anything to take Zac in his mouth. Too bad it wasn’t the service he’d paid for.
“Do I get to see your dick too?” Zac closed the distance between them, cranking up the current.
Liam shivered, covering it with a shrug. “Do you want to?”
“Yes.”
Okay then. Liam stepped out of his jeans, trying to forget how long it had been since he’d last been naked in front of someone. Cool air hit his dick, and he searched for Zac’s gaze, but Zac’s eyes were closed, a sly grin playing on his lips.
You will look at me. Liam shoved Zac, sending him stumbling into the bed.
Zac steadied himself and smirked. “Yeah. Get it out of your system. I like to play rough, blondie.”
“Blondie?” Liam pushed Zac again, harder, leaving red marks on his chest. “You really wanna call me that when you’re inviting me to get nasty?”
Zac widened his stance. “Try me.”
The challenge dancing in his dark eyes lit Liam on fire. Liam lunged and sent him flying, leapt after him, and tumbled them both to the bed. They wrestled, but Liam had the edge in weight and height, and had Zac pinned in seconds. “This what you wanted? Me on top of you? Holding you down?”
“Yes.” Zac reared up and sank his teeth briefly into Liam’s chest. “Beat me. Bite me. I like that shit.”
Rough play wasn’t something Liam had ever been into, but the sting of Zac’s bite seeped through him and went straight to his dick. I want this, and with kissing and blowjobs off the table, there was nothing left but to get right to it. “Condoms?”
“In the drawer.”
Liam opened the bedside drawer. Inside were more condoms than he’d ever seen in his life. He picked one, and a bottle of lube, and tossed them on the bed. “Roll over.”
“Make me.” Zac’s eyes gleamed.
Liam grabbed him and threw him onto his stomach. Zac resisted and tried to roll over, but Liam shoved a hand into his hair and bared his teeth at Zac’s neck with a low growl. “Don’t. Move.”
He pushed Zac’s face into the bed, and pulled his hips up, grinding Zac onto his cock. Zac moaned. Liam raised his hand and struck his thigh hard enough to sting. “Quiet.”
It crossed his mind to whisper that Zac could make as much noise as he wanted, but he swallowed the words. If Zac wanted to stop playing, Liam reckoned he wouldn’t be shy about saying so. Mind made up, he pulled back, dragging the tip of his cock over Zac’s entrance. Zac shuddered and made no sound, but a flush broke out across his skin, so Liam did it again, and again, until Zac drove his fist into a pillow.
“Just fuck me, damn it.”
Liam slapped him. “Say ‘please.’”
“Please.”
Once was enough for Liam. He sat on his heels and retrieved the condom and lube. Zac didn’t move, and between his legs, his cock hung low, heavy and hard. Liam wanted to touch it, to squeeze it, lick it, and take it deep in his mouth, swallowing it down until Zac shot in his throat, but sucking Zac’s cock was off-limits. Besides, as much as Liam craved Zac’s dick sliding along his tongue, somehow it seemed too intimate, and he wasn’t here for intimacy. Hell, no. He’d paid for a shag, a hard, fast, empty fuck, and Zac was there for the taking.
Liam tore open a condom and rolled it onto his cock, sucking in a breath as it encased him. He knew men who despised bagging up, but he’d always enjoyed the rubber squeezing him tight, like an extra fist around his dick. He coated himself with lube, then ran a slick finger over Zac, pressing and probing, testing himself as much as Zac. The tip of his finger slid inside, and when Zac tightened and made a strangled noise that could’ve been a groan, Liam twisted his finger and added a second. “Shh.”
Zac fell silent again, neck strained, shoulders hunched, face pressed into a pillow. He pushed his hips back, fucking himself on Liam’s fingers in a fluid motion that made Liam’s head spin. Jesus. What the hell was going to happen when he finally put his cock in him?
He dug his teeth into his bottom lip and withdrew his fingers. In answer, Zac opened his legs wider and raised himself up onto all fours. Liam growled and pushed him down. “I told you to stay still.”
