Page 68 of Protecting Mr. Fine

“P-poor Bear,” Zane mocked, despite his shivers. “Scared of Micki?”

“Hell yes. She’d kick my ass.”

“She would,” he admitted. “Because she’d know the only reasonI’d have willingly strapped on skis was because you convinced me to try it.”

I pinched his ass before shoving him into the shower. “Get in there and stop running your mouth, Z. If you aren’t fully warmed up in the next five minutes, I’m going to break out that immune-support tea Kenji sent. We’ll see who’s laughing then.”

Zane hated tea, and Kenji knew it. But that didn’t stop the guy from forcing it on us every time Zane went on tour.

“There’s a very easy way to warm a man up, Bear,” he said matter-of-factly. He turned away from me and shook his pert little ass. “What rhymes with ‘Getting my pick plucked’? Hm.”

“I cannot wait to hear this song,” I teased, secretly thrilled he was giving me unspoken permission to join him in the shower. I began pulling off my clothes. “This must be the lyrical brilliance that made theRolling Stoneguy say your songs ‘weave a tapestry of raw emotion and inspiring imagery.’”

Zane laughed as hot water streamed down over his hair and shoulders. “I can’t believe you can quote my reviews.”

I stepped into the shower and closed the door behind me. “Why don’t you put your hands on the wall and let me show you just how inspiring you are?”

As soon as he pressed his palms to the tile, I tilted a couple of the water jets to make sure he was still plenty covered by the warm spray.

And then I knelt behind him and spread his cheeks. His hole flexed automatically in response to my touch. “H-hey, what are you…ohh.”

My tongue came out to get a taste of him, just the inside of his ass cheek at first, but he could obviously see where I was going with it. I teased and licked and sucked until moving closer in to the whorl of sparse hair around his hole. Fantasies of fucking him, fingering him, stretching him out to ride my cock made my dick hard as fuck. I wanted to stand up and press him into the cold tile, impale him with my cock, and slam into him until he screamed for more.

But he hadn’t asked for that. Hadn’t implied anal was somethinghe was ready for. I’d been content with hand jobs and blow jobs, but after staring at his ass out on the trail all day, I wanted to finally get a taste of it.

“You okay, Z?”

“Fuck yes,” he whimpered. “Don’t stop.”

I doubled down, sucking on his hole and stretching him with my tongue. His whimpered curses turned into mewling-like sounds of pleasure and surrender. My name in breathy pants as his legs began to wobble.

“Make me come,” he begged. “Please, Bear. Make me… oh fuck.”

I reached for his dick and slid my hand around it, gripping and sliding it while continuing to eat his ass. His hand came around to clutch at my hair as he came with a broken groan that echoed around the enclosed space.

I stood up and whirled him around, boosting him up in my arms and pressing his back against the wall so I could hold him while he came down from his orgasm. My dick brushed against his hole, making me shudder.

I was tempted to press inside and let him sink down onto me, just a little, but I knew better than to suggest it while he wasn’t clearheaded. Instead, I reached around his leg to grasp my cock and shuttled my hand over it quickly while Zane clung to me for dear life.

It didn’t take much when the taste of him was still on my tongue and his sweet body was plastered against me.

“Fuck, Zane, fuck!” I cried when the orgasm hit.

“Oh god,” he breathed, face tucked into my neck. “That’s so hot. I want you to fuck me next. I want it so badly.”

I kissed the side of his face, his wet hair, his ear. Anything I could get my mouth on.

“Never done that before,” I admitted. “You’d be my first.”

His whole body shuddered. “I’m at your service for anything you might need to practice.”

I let out a laugh and cradled him in my arms, wanting to hold himclose enough to meld our two souls together in a way that wouldn’t unravel when we left here in a few days.

After a few minutes, he moved to drop down and stand up. “I reallydidhave an idea for a song while we were out there today. If it’s okay with you, I want to take some time to work on it tonight.”

“Of course. Sure. I’d love to hear it.”

His eyes flicked up to me, then away. “Alone. If… if that’s okay.”

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