Page 119 of Best Served Cold

I’d assumed I was a bottom, but now I wasn’t so sure.

I liked teasing Zane. I reveled in making him feel good and nothing got me hotter than watching him come and knowing it was because of me.

But I also liked being the one in charge and making him squirm. I wanted to top him more than anything, and while the push-and-pull we’d been doing was hot, I loved that Zane was not only able, but willing, to let me explore my aggressive side.

Did that make me a switch? Was he? I was pretty sure I was vers, but was Zane? He’d joked about letting me win, which I assumed was a euphemism for topping him, but had he meant it?

Zane’s soft moan drew me out of my head and back into the moment. God I hated my brain sometimes. Here I had the guy I was crushing on up against the wall and my thoughts were a fragmented mess and focused on everything except the fact that I had Zane under me.

He angled his head to the side and swept his tongue between my parted lips. I let him, but pulled back when he tried it again. He made a frustrated sound and held still. I counted to three just to be a tease, then kissed him for real.

Zane kissed me back like his life depended on it. Like he was seconds away from suffocating and I was his only source of oxygen. His hands clawed at my back and sides, leaving trails of fire as he raked his nails over my skin.

“Noah,” he whispered against my lips in that broken voice I couldn’t get enough of.

A growl tore from my throat. Still cognizant of the fact that we were completely out in the open and anyone could walk by at any second, I shifted us so we were tucked into the corner and I could use my body to block him from prying eyes.

His kisses were tinged with desperation now. Hot and hard and frantic with an undercurrent of something wild and untamed.

That energy fanned the flames of my own desire, ratcheting it up to levels I’d never thought possible.

I didn’t just want him. I needed him.

I wasn’t the most aggressive guy in bed. I liked sex, but this unrelenting hunger, this feral demand to not only consume him, but blow his mind while doing it, was new.

I fucking loved it.

Zane punched out his hips, bumping our dicks together. He clutched two handfuls of my ass, holding me flush against him.

His sounds were unbearably hot. The little sighs and moans, the bitten-off cries, and muffled gasps. He wasn’t just enjoying it, he was letting me see how much, and that meant everything.

Maybe I was reaching and this was just fanciful thinking, but it felt like Zane was opening up and dropping his guard.

Did he trust me? Was this his way of letting me know this meant something to him and it wasn’t just a game or a bi experiment?

Trying not to get lost in thought, I dipped the tips of my fingers under the back of his jeans and teased the elastic top of his underwear.

He arched his back, creating a void of space behind him just big enough for my hand to fit.

Taking the hint, I slid my fingers lower. His jeans were tight and his underwear were even tighter, but I managed to get my big mitt low enough to drag the pad of my middle finger through his crease.

He jerked and cried out when I rubbed his hole. I swallowed his cry and shifted the slightest bit to make sure I was completely blocking him. I wanted to make him feel good, and doing it out in the open like this was next-level hot, but no way in hell was I letting anyone else see him like this.

Fuck no. His pleasure was mine.

He was mine.

“Holy fuck,” he panted against my kiss as I worked my hand deeper into his pants to stroke his taint. My finger brushed his balls. He shuddered and moaned into my kiss.

Taking a chance, I dipped the tip of my finger inside him.

He clenched hard and tore his lips from mine. His eyes were wide, but he didn’t look panicked or afraid.

“This okay?” I kept my voice a low rumble so no one would hear us.

“Yeah,” he said on a gasp.

I pushed in deeper, not going hard or far because of the lack of lube.

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