Page 74 of Syncopation
Couch was real leather, too. This close, his nose pressed against the cushion, there was no doubt. “I’m sorry I’m not what you want.” He’d never been what Zavier wanted. “I just wanted you to like me. Join my band.”
Fingers skimmed over his ass. “Ray,you’re exactly what I want.”
The shock and the sting of the first swat against his ass drove breath from Ray’s lungs.
“And I like you quite a lot.”
Another blow, harder than the first. The pain spread up his spine, then turned into heat and light, and Ray bit back a moan.
“And I’minyour damn band.” There was an edge to Zavier’s voice now, and when his hand landed, Ray cried out.Fuck, thathurt.
“I’mreallytired of hearing about high school, so we’re not going to talk about that anymore.”
Zavier kept spanking him, and Ray squirmed and slid and cursed. Because each blow was fire that stung and made him shake, and each piece of that pain melted and shifted and made him want more. “Please,” he said between gasps for air, “Oh god, please.” His cock rocked againstZavier’s thigh with each blow.
“You know how to make me stop.” There was such a coolness to Zavier’s voice. So much command.
Ray whimpered. He did know. Problem was, he didn’t want Zavier to stop—he didn’t know what he wanted—but stopping wasn’t even on the list.
But after more blows—Ray didn’t even know how many—Zavier did stop. Ray gasped and sobbed. “Fuck, no. Don’t stop!”
“Shhh.” The pinch Zavier gave his ass cheek made Ray see spots and flooded his senses with that heady mix of pain that melted to pleasure. “I have you. And we’re not done.”
He tried to move his arms, failed, and remembered they were bound behind his back. He was in the back of a tour bus with Zavier Demos, who’d just spanked the hell out of him. “What the fuck are we doing?”
Zavier tappedhis ass, and even that gentle touch sent shivers of pain-pleasure all through him. He groaned.
“Something we probably should have done a lot sooner, in retrospect.” A click-snap punctuated Zavier’s sentence and cool, slick liquid spread down Ray’s crack.
Lube. Oh god. He squirmed. He was already damn hard from the spanking, but this—even the anticipation had him losing his head and nearlyhis load.
As if reading his thoughts, Zavier spoke. “Don’t youdarecome yet.” There was a growl to it. “Not until my cock is nice and deep inside you.”
Ray bit his tongue and fought every urge to come unglued right there and then. “Better fuck me soon, then.”
Three sharp blows to his ass had Ray gasping. “I’ll fuck you when I’m damn well ready.” Zavier teased a finger against Ray’shole. “And you’re not ready at all.” He pressed a digit in.
Ray’s mind blurred and slipped away at the familiar pain and then the sweetness of being breached and filled. His breaths were closer to a long string of moans. “Please. Please please please.” God, oblivion was right there. He could taste the science and heat and light. Hell, he was already floating.
Zavier finger-fucked him,gently at first, then harder, hitting his prostate with each thrust until Ray couldn’t help seeking friction for his cock. He was so close. He wanted to let go and vanish into that heat. Would have, but for one little command. “Zav!”
A devilish chuckle. “You’re so damn beautiful, strung out. Almost makes me want to tease you for the rest of the night. Keep you right here—on edge until youcan’t stand it. Until you’re begging me to let you come.”
He was already. “Zav,please.”
Zavier manhandled him, swinging him around until he was sitting on that lap again. Zavier’s hair was disheveled and the skin under those amazing tattoos was flush. And his eyes—oh god, they seemed to peer into Ray’s soul. Zavier moved them again, the muscles in his arms flexing, and he sat up and onthe edge of the couch. Ray wrapped his legs around Zavier’s back and leaned in. His ass hurt from the spanking. No doubt it would hurt more when Zavier fucked him.
He’d never felt more vulnerable with anyone. Or moresafe. Naked. Bound. In Zavier’s arms. He pressed his forehead against Zavier’s shoulder. “Please make the world go away.”
Teeth scraped against Ray’s skin. “I will. For you,I will.”
A wrapper ripped, Zavier rolled the condom down over his dick. More lube, then Zavier was lifting him up—fuck, he was strong. Drummer’s arms. Shoulders that Ray could lick and suck and bite.
Zavier lowered Ray slowly, and his cock was there, pressing against Ray’s hole, then stretching and burning. Ray groaned as Zavier entered him. The fullness, the pain that turned to sparksand heat in his blood.
“Oh,” Zavier breathed out. “Yes. Like that.”
Ray didn’t know what he was doing. He held on with his legs and cried out every time Zavier thrust up into him. This was going to kill him. The decadence, the sheer overload. Zavier pounding up, hard, fast, each stroke a perfection of light and sound and rhythm. Ray rocked in time, finding Zavier’s beat, and added hisown melody of grunts and pleas and moans on top.
