Page 35 of Billion Dollar Love: Manlove Edition

“Put—” Carson tore the wrapper open, “this gigantic cock—” his hands closed around said appendage as he rolled the condom over it, “inside me now.”

“Well, since you asked so sweetly…” Zach grinned as he withdrew his fingers and positioned himself at Carson’s entrance. Carson locked his legs around Zach’s waist and rocked up, trying to pull Zach in. Zach surged forward, seating himself fully in one thrust.

Carson clung to Zach’s shoulders, blunt nails digging in, as he whimpered.

“You okay, sweetheart?”

Hot breath ghosted his ear as Carson leaned in.

“Give it to me, daddy,” he said, and Zach could feel the smile on Carson’s face.

“You’re such a little shit,” Zach laughed and snapped his hips.

“Fuck, yes,” Carson gasped, dropping his head back. Zach bent his head to nibble and suck at the exposed skin of his neck. Carson’s body held him close, arms and legs and channel all warm and tight around him.

“So perfect,” he whispered as they rocked together, building a rhythm.

“God, you can say that again.”

Carson’s grip loosened as their pace increased, until eventually his hands were above his head, braced against the wall. Zach hooked an arm under one of Carson’s thighs and leaned into him, driving deeper with the new angle.

“Shit, fuck, I’m so—Jesus, you can’t be real—fuck, Zach, I’m going—” Carson came with a shout, clenching around Zach as lines of white painted his stomach. Carson’s release drove his own, and Zach followed suit before Carson’s cock had finished twitching. Zach let Carson’s leg drop as he braced his arms to either side of Carson’s shoulders, eyes closed as he caught his breath for a moment. Before he could move away, a hand was in his hair and Carson’s tongue was down his throat.

“Jesus Christ, where the fuck have you been all my life?” Carson gasped when the kiss finally ended.

“Working?” Zach answered with a shrug.

“Jerk,” Carson laughed, slapping playfully at Zach’s shoulder, followed quickly by a groan as Zach pulled out and disposed of the condom.

“You okay?” he asked, settling on the bed, propped up against the pillows with a bottle of water. Carson shifted to his side and looked up at him adoringly.

“Are you kidding me? I’m not going to be able to walk right for two days. That was amazing.”

Zach laughed softly and threaded his fingers through Carson’s hair. In another life, I could have fallen for him, he thought. But not now. I’m too old for him. Not to mention the crazy hours I work. Carson’s hand tentatively hovered over his chest. Interesting. All that bravado and now... He squeezed his hand gently in Carson’s hair, encouraging, and Carson’s hand settled between his pecs, absentmindedly toying with the hair there.

“I haven’t done this in a long time,” Carson admitted in a soft voice. “Been a while since I had a boyfriend, and even longer since I had a one-night stand. Even though I was looking for one tonight.”

“Well, you were celebrating,” Zach reminded him.

“Mmm, and quite the celebration it is.” Carson grinned as he straddled Zach’s lap and leaned in for a kiss.

Zach groaned.

“Sweetheart, I’m forty, not twenty. It’s going to take me more than five minutes to recover.”

“Are you kidding? In your shape? I’m sure I can help with that.”

As it turned out, Carson was able to do just that, and an hour later, he collapsed, languid and smiling, against Zach’s chest.

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