Page 51 of Protecting Mr. Fine

“You,” he said.

I turned my face to press a kiss to his hair and ear. Thankfully, he couldn’t see what had to be a satisfied smile on my face.

He shuddered again. “Want to make you feel good, too.”

I opened my mouth to tell him he already did when he shocked me by sliding to the floor between my legs. When his warm brown eyes met mine, still hot with desire but also hesitant with insecurity, the saliva dried up in my mouth and throat.

Zane Hendley was on his knees for me with a look so fucking eager to please, the breath punched out of me in ahuhsound.

He reached for the tie on my sweatpants while my brain computed the variables of the current situation at record speed. Should I stop him?CouldI, even if I wanted to? Why would I want to? But maybe he was doing this out of obligation to reciprocate. Should I tell him he didn’t need to reciprocate? What if he stopped?

“Is this okay?”

My eyes shot from his hands to his face. Zane’s expression was even more unsure.

“Do you want this?” I asked, my voice sounding ragged and raw.

His jaw shifted, and his lips tightened, as if holding back more than he said. “Don’t make me beg.”

I slid my hips forward on the wooden chair, widening my legs to make room. When he reached for the tie on my pants again, I helped him slide them down and completely off.

Zane’s eyes zeroed in on my hard cock, making it jerk. I reached out to stroke it, which seemed to wake him from a trance. He knee-walked closer and pressed one hand on my thigh while he reached for my cock with the other. I released it to him and moved my hand to caress his cheek.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” I murmured. My only hope was that this was happening in some kind of fever dream, and when it was all over, he would forget the admissions I couldn’t help but make.

When his warm, wet tongue stroked up my shaft, I let out a low groan and let my head fall back. Zane cradled my balls with one hand, and just as I’d always imagined, those rough, callused, guitar-playing fingers felt fucking amazing. One fingertip accidentally brushed against the skin behind them, and I clenched with a sudden image of him finger-fucking me, invading my body in search of just the right spot to make me see fucking stars. I’d never had anyone touch me there before, but with Zane, I wanted it.

Wantedeverything.

“Zane.” I groaned again, unable to come up with any other words that weren’t humiliating pleas for him to take me in any way he pleased.

He closed his mouth over my tip, bathing the sensitive part under the head with the tip of his tongue. His movements were tentative but hungry. I could tell he’d spent plenty of time imagining how he’d do this, how he’d give another man pleasure with his mouth.

“So good,” I urged. My fingers threaded into his hair. “Just like that.”

He reached down to touch himself, even though he’d just come. The idea that sucking my cock made him hard again was enough to bring on my orgasm. The pleasure was white-hot, contracting my lower half and shooting pleasure along my spine until I was shuddering and gasping. Zane choked as I came in his mouth.

I opened my eyes in time to see the last bit of my release hit his lips as he pulled off. My dick gave another feeble spurt at the sight of Zane Hendley with my spunk on his face.

My fingers were still tangled in his hair, so I pulled him close to kiss him hungrily, tasting my own salty release on his lips and tongue.

He stood up and embraced me while we continued to kiss. I pulled him onto my lap, suddenly fearful that this was it. One and done. I needed to take as much of him as I could before reality came crashing down on us and rational heads prevailed.

His body was so warm, skin like silk under my hands as I roamed them up and down his back and down to his ass.

Zane finally slowed down and tucked his face into my neck, leaning his head against my chest with his arms pulled in between us. It took me a moment to realize he was cold.

“Hey. You should hop in a hot shower,” I said, chafing up and down his back more rapidly in hopes of warming him.

“With you?” Soft brown eyes twinkling with humor met mine…

And I froze. Ninety percent of my brain (not to mention my dick) screamed a resounding yes. But that other ten percent played an insistent slideshow of all the ways this was wrong and dangerous… for both of us.

Attuned to each other as we were, Zane noticed my hesitation immediately. He sat up straight and nodded. “Or alone. That’s… yeah, I get it. Okay.”

Shit. This was suddenly even more awkward than I feared. “Zane,” I said as he stood up and turned away from me, yanking up his onesie and jamming his arms into the sleeves. He ignored me and headed toward his room. “Zane, wait?—”

He waved a hand dismissively over his shoulder without looking back. “Don’t worry about it, B-bear…” He took a shuddering breath before adding…

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