Page 126 of Best Served Cold

He grunted and leaned more heavily against me. I pushed in a little deeper.

“Okay?”

“Yeah.” He pressed his neck against my hand.

I held him tighter. His soft sigh sent a flutter of possessive happiness through me.

Moving as slow as I could, I rocked my hips, gently pushing in and working my way deeper until my thighs brushed his ass.

“Holy fuck.” He reached behind him and gripped my ass, squeezing hard. “Goddamn.”

My eyes crossed when he clamped down hard around me. “Oh fuck,” I panted, already close to my orgasm. “Jesus, your ass is like a vice.”

Zane chuckled, and the rippling of his channel around my dick nearly sent me over the edge.

“You’re gonna make me embarrass myself if you keep doing that.” I pulled about halfway out, then slowly glided back in.

“If I keep doing what?” he asked innocently, clenching hard enough I saw stars.

“Oh that’s it.” I gripped his cock and stroked him fast, twisting at the head the way he liked.

He stuffed his fist in his mouth, stifling his cry.

Feeling like Superman, I slung into him, making sure to go fast but not hard. I’d loved the burn and sting from being fucked within an inch of my life, but I hadn’t had to worry about gravity or a crowd listening in like he did. As much as I wanted to overwhelm him with pleasure, I didn’t want to overstimulate him.

“Harder.” He squeezed my ass until his fingers cracked. “Make me take it.”

With a low growl, I buried my face in his neck and went as hard as I dared, stroking him in time with my thrusts as I kept the pressure on his neck.

The soft sounds he made only spurred me on, and soon we were nothing more than a panting, gasping mess of limbs and desire.

“Fuck, Noah.” He let go of my ass and gripped my wrist, holding it against his neck.

“You gonna come for me?” I rasped in his ear.

“Yes!” he growled, his voice just low enough that no one would hear him unless they were right up against the door. “Fucking make me come.”

Closing my mouth around his neck, I sucked hard. He moaned and pressed back, meeting my thrusts as I fucked him. Everything about the moment was too much, but it was perfect.

Fucking perfect.

Zane’s orgasm hit hard and he shuddered in my arms, shooting over my hand and probably all over the door. I focused on fucking him through it and keeping the pressure on his neck even and gentle.

“Fuck, Noah. So fucking good.” He fell back against me in a sweaty, panting heap. “Finish. Wanna feel it.”

My orgasm tore out of me with the impact of a freight train. I managed to keep quiet by sheer force of will as I emptied what felt like my very soul into the condom.

Zane made a happy sound when I finally stopped twitching against him. I released the pressure on his neck and gently stroked his skin, right over his jugular.

“Next time wear your tongue stud,” he mumbled, sounding completely out of it. “I like it. Feels weird without it.”

Next time.

He wanted to fuck again?

“Yeah. It is different.” I pulled my face out of his neck. “You okay?”

My cock softened and fell out of him.

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