Page 125 of Best Served Cold

“Fuck off,” he said loudly.

“River?” a girl asked.

“Not quite,” I said.

“Zane?” The voice was incredulous. “Wait. Who’s in there with you?”

“No one,” I said.

“No one at all,” he added.

“Zane’s in there with a guy!” the girl yelled out.

For some reason that made both Zane and I laugh. His walls squeezed my fingers. Damn. I was gonna have to remember that so I could feel it when I was inside him.

“Who?!” several people shouted.

“Noah. Now fuck off.” I ignored the crowd that had obviously gathered outside the door and slipped a third finger inside Zane.

His knees buckled. I held him up.

“Alright, you had your fun,” River’s voice came through. “Move it along.”

Several people grumbled, but the answering silence was welcome.

“Thanks,” Zane said through the door. He turned his face and sucked on my jaw.

“No prob, bro,” River said back.

“Ready?” I asked when he released my jaw. The heat gathering under my skin told me I was getting a bruise.

Good.

I wanted all his marks. Wanted everyone to see that he’d claimed me.

“Or do you need more?”

“I’m ready.” He bumped his ass back, forcing my fingers deeper. “Now, goddammit.”

Carefully, I pulled my fingers out of him. Keeping my body pressed against his, I dug out the condom and tore it open.

“Got the lube?” I suited up with one hand.

He held up the packet.

I took it and squirted most of what was left on my length, then smeared the last of it on his hole.

“Brace yourself.”

He put both hands on the door and breathed out. I gently rubbed my cockhead over his rim.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his body locking up tight and forcing me out of his crease.

“It’s okay.” I tenderly circled his neck again and lined myself back up, notching my cockhead against his hole. “You’re okay.”

He sighed and relaxed.

Taking in a fortifying breath, I pressed down on his neck and pushed in, using enough force that I popped through his outer ring.

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