Page 56 of Protecting Mr. Fine

I licked and sucked and tormented him until his nails dug into my scalp and his breathing stuttered. My hands moved beneath him to grab his ass. Zane’s ass cheeks flexed under my fingers as he couldn’t help but gently thrust forward, seeking more.

My brain was a kaleidoscope of images of things we could do—positions I could put him in and parts of his body I could taste and touch. I reveled in the privilege of giving him pleasure. He was mine to enjoy, mine to guide, mine to relish.

“Let me,” he gasped. “God, let… me…nnnghh!”

The warm, salty taste of his release hit my tongue as he choked out intelligible sounds and arched into me. His hair fell forward as he sat up and leaned over me, cupping the back of my head while his body continued to shudder.

I ran my hands down over his ass to the back of his thighs and calves before moving them back up to his sides and abs as I pulled away from him and met his eyes.

Zane’s face was flushed, and his eyes were bright. I reached up to brush his hair back and cup his face. “Good?”

He tackled me full-body, pushing me back and kissing me soundly. I laughed into his mouth and held on tightly as I kept us from falling off the bed. I flipped him so he was pinned beneath me, trapped and wriggling like a fish.

“Was supposed to be…” He pushed half-heartedly at my hips. “…myturn. Please.”

Even when he was brainless and loose from an orgasm, the man still had manners.

I leaned in and pressed another drugging kiss to his mouth until his eyes rolled up and closed. I didn’t need another orgasm from him—though god knew I would always appreciate the fuck out of one—but I neededthis. The chance to hold him. Tease him. Kiss him and watch him go limp with satisfaction and contentment.

After a while, our kissing slowed, and we settled ourselves with me on my back and Zane’s head on my shoulder.

“I was going to blow you again,” he said, making my slowly deflating dick reflate painfully fast.

I ran fingertips up and down his back. “I was going to let you.”

“Oh.”

I peered down at him, wondering why he sounded surprised. “But there’s no pressure, Zane. I’m happy with this also.”

“I thought for some reason you weren’t interested in that. Like maybe I didn’t do great the first time or something.”

I couldn’t help but bark out a laugh. “You’re joking.”

“Maybe I sucked,” he said in a small voice.

I reached up to run my thumb across his lower lip. “You did. And it was fucking amazing.”

Zane batted my hand away, flushing a delightful pink. “What if that was beginner’s luck? What if I’m terrible the second time, and then it’s sitting there between us like this horrifying thing neither of us can forget?”

I stared at him. “You’re acting like you’re completely inexperienced, but I’ve heard you with other guys. Hell, I thought you and Landry?—”

“Me and Landry?” He seemed to remember the sex noises from the hotel room. His eyes filled with glee, and he snickered. “Ohhh. So many things are clear suddenly. No. That was Landry recounting a hookup… and, um, poking the bear, so to speak.” He grinned. “I did tell him bears attack when provoked.”

I snorted. “And… the other guys?”

Zane moved to sit up, crossing his legs in front of him and pulling a pillow over his lap. “You remember me telling you about my former publicist, Noelle, and how she tried to get me to create a bad-boy persona?”

I grumbled acknowledgment. Noelle could fuck off for all she’d had him do. The woman had made him feel like he was nothing; all the while, she’d gotten rich off his “nothingness.”

Zane continued. “It worked for me because they started encouraging me to bring guys back to my hotel room from time to time. We’d kiss. Do a little heavy petting. Under-the-clothes mutual jerk-offs. That’s it. I’d always make up an excuse—I didn’t have time for more, or I was tired and had to be up early for something, or I couldn’t suck them off because I had to protect my vocal cords.”

I secretly thanked the maker of delicate vocal cords. “Is that true?”

Zane’s breathing quickened. “Maybe if I had a show tomorrow, I’d be concerned about it. But I don’t… I mean…” He swallowed. “I don’t have enough experience to know if it’s even an issue,” he finished, searching my eyes as if anticipating my reaction.

I reached out to run my thumb across his full bottom lip again. My cock was aching to feel the soft press of his lips, the wet swipe of his tongue.

“I’m willing to be your guinea pig,” I said with a smile. “When you’re ready to experiment further, I mean. There’s no rush?—”

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