Page 34 of Billion Dollar Love: Manlove Edition

Zach hummed as he nosed at Carson’s cock.

“That helps explain that ass of yours. Pretty sure you could crack a walnut with that thing.”

“I thought something quite similar about your ass. It’s distractingly perfect also.”

As previously requested, Zach dragged his face along the inside of Carson’s thigh, high up on his hip, and rubbed his beard on the sensitive skin. Carson squirmed, trying to push himself closer. Zach worked his way up the smooth stomach and caught a nipple between his teeth.

“Jesus, look at you,” Carson said softly, hands settling on Zach’s biceps. “What kind of business are you in? Gym equipment? Your arms are the size of my head.”

“I don’t think I’d go that far. Maybe I just like being able to manhandle young punks like you.” He blatantly ignored the question about his line of work.

“Baby, ain’t nobody like me,” Carson replied quickly.

“Mmm, that’s probably a good thing. Your grammar is atrocious.” Zach rolled them over as Carson laughed. “Put that mouth of yours to a better use, sweetheart,” he said, tucking his arms under his head and lounging on the pillows like he had all night to wait.

“Gladly. Daddy,” he said with a wink.

Zach rolled his eyes, but his response was cut off as Carson leaned in for a kiss, as his arm snaked down between them to grasp Zach’s cock and stroke gently. He groaned and arched up into the touch. It had been a while since he’d been with anyone, yet even with that, something about this man had Zach already breaking many of his self-imposed rules. Though he’d normally take just about any willing partner when he went out, nobody at the bar tonight had done anything for him, even with the obvious interest from several other patrons. That should have been clue number one to his brain, that it was time to leave and ignore the itch for another day.

Then Carson had shown up, and Zach would have had to be blind to miss the way the younger man kept checking him out. That in itself wasn’t unusual. He spent hours in the gym each week, and he knew his physical appeal.

What he hadn’t anticipated was the way he’d reacted to Carson.

So now he was breaking his number one rule and sleeping with someone he easily had a dozen years on.

“You,” Carson said, pressing a kiss to Zach’s neck, “are ridiculous. Look at this chest.” More kisses, a trailing tongue, and tiny nips of teeth came as Carson explored his pecs. “This stomach.” Fingertips dipped through the valleys between muscles. “This gorgeous cock.” Hot breath ghosted over the tip, making Zach twitch. Zach couldn’t remember the last time someone had adored his body the way Carson currently did. Carson’s hair fell down to curtain his face, tickling at Zach’s thighs as wet heat enveloped him.

Hmm, nope, need to see those lips, Zach thought, and he threaded his fingers through the soft hair, gathering it in one hand at the back of Carson’s head. Carson lifted his gaze, and Zach did his best to ignore the tugging sensation in his gut at the thought of never seeing him again. He’d never had a problem with having one-night stands before, and he certainly wasn’t going to start now just because he’d turned forty. And definitely not for someone younger than he was.

Carson apparently had little to no gag reflex, because without warning he took Zach fully, swallowing around him as he bumped the back of his throat. Zach shuddered.

“Fucking Christ, ki—” he stopped himself from calling Carson “kid”, realizing full well that if he did Carson would start calling him “daddy” again. And while he wasn’t typically a fan of the term, the problem was that he liked the teasing way Carson said it. “You’re killing me,” he said instead, dragging Carson up by the hair, drawing him into a fierce kiss.

“Please don’t die before you fuck me,” Carson replied, gasping for air once the kiss ended. “Because then I might die of frustration if you do.”

Zach grinned and rolled them again, bringing him back within arm’s reach of the lube and condoms. He slicked up a finger and teased at the tight ring of muscle while swallowing down Carson’s cock. His hips thrust up, and Zach draped his free arm over them, holding Carson still as he worked him open. Carson shifted his hips again, and Zach increased his pressure, pulling off to lift his head and meet those storm gray eyes.

Carson grinned and tried to lift his hips a third, and Zach cocked an eyebrow as he pushed him back down effortlessly.

“Christ, that’s hot,” Carson whispered.

“Now stay put,” Zach growled before he returned his attention to Carson’s cock.

“Yes, da—oh fuck,” he groaned as Zach worked a third finger in. “Christ, yes, please, God, Zach, I need you inside me.” Carson squirmed as he begged, trying to work himself on Zach’s fingers.

“I am inside you, sweetheart,” he replied, bending his fingers and dragging them over Carson’s prostate.

“Zach!” he cried, hands clenching the sheets tightly.

Zach hummed questioningly around his mouthful of Carson’s cock.

“Damn you, fuck me!”

Zach heaved a put-upon sigh and kissed his way up to tease at a nipple.

“So impatient,” he said, trying his best to sound disapproving.

Carson reached an arm over, groping around until he grabbed a box of condoms. He ripped it open and caught one of the packets as they flew out.

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