Page 44 of Sycopation
“Not good enough.” That was soft and resigned. Ray stared at the carpet.
Excuses, excuses. Zavier hadn’t fucked anyone since Dimitri, had to watch Ray every damn night, and yeah, it was hard to jack off on the bus. Anger got the better of Zavier. “Maybe you’re doing it wrong, then.”
Ray’s head shot up, and he pinned Zavier with a look that had fire in it. “You want to show me how it’s done, pretty boy?”
Oh, the temptation. The desire to tame Ray’s snappish mouth ripped through Zavier. The need to touch his body, to show him exactly how to come. “You wouldn’t survive.”
“Really?” Ray stepped closer. Desire and lust peeked through the fissures of his deep anger. “Bet I’d thrive.”
He should turn away. Leave Ray to his anger and frustration, let him beat one out, but oh, pride was a dangerous thing, and so was Zavier’s own lust and frustration. “Take your clothes off.” The words came out smooth and silky.
Ray lifted his head. “What?”
Zavier wanted his desire. His submission. His pleasure. “Let’s find out which of us is correct.”
Zavier was glad he’d thrown on a button-down after the concert. He unbuttoned a cuff and rolled up the sleeve. Habit, really. Something to do with his hands. It also made him imposing. “Take your clothes off.”
“You think you’re gonna fuck me?” A hint of incredulity, but also of awe.
He started on the other sleeve. “No, Ray. I’m going to tell you precisely how to masturbate.”
Ray stared at Zavier for a long moment, and then pulled his T-shirt off, exposing his delectable and well-inked shoulders andhis lean, muscular torso. All that dancing on stage and flinging himself into crowds did wonders for Ray’s body. “This ought to be good.” Mocking smile, and mocking tone. “Youteachingmehow to jerk off.”
A dark heat settled into Zavier. Ray had no idea what he was getting himself into, but Zavier did. If there was one thing Nadia had taught him, it was the fine art of playing with your catch.
Ray shucked his jeans, and shortly after, his briefs, freeing his already hardening cock. He kicked his clothes away.
Lovely dick. No longer than average, but with good girth. Cut, but so many were here in the States. “Socks, too,” Zavier murmured.
“Really?” Annoyance in Ray’s voice.
Zavier lifted his gaze and met Ray’s. “Really.” He wanted Ray entirely naked. Socks were a tiny battle in the grand scheme of things, but he’d win them all tonight.
A lick of his lips, a grunt, and finally Ray pulled one sock off, and then the other.
Good balance. Pity this was as far as they would go, because he could have so much fun with that. Predicament bondage at its finest. “Much better.”
Ray pulled on his cock and smirked. “Like what you see?”
“No.” From the way Ray started and dropped his dick, that wasn’t the response he expected. “Did I say you could touch yourself?” Zavier’s veins tingled. Control and obedience. He’d see how far Ray would go under his commands.
Blotches of red marred Ray’s features, and he swallowed.
Heat zipped straight through Zavier. This was going to be enjoyable. Ray hot, bothered, andhis, at least for a moment. “Now, let’s get started, shall we?”
Ray had beenfuriouswhen Zavier had walked in on him and whatever the guy’s name was. Then he’d been horrified when the drugs had fallen onto the floor. Jesus. Carl would have had a field day with that. What if the guy had slipped him something?
Now? Now he was cold and embarrassed and too fucking turned on.Let’s get started, shall we?
Zavier’s dark smirk burned through Ray’s body, as did the tattoos that circled Zavier’s arms from his rolled-up shirtsleeves down to his wrists.
“You not taking anything off?”
“No, I’m not.” He inspected Ray, who fought the urge to shiver. “Stay there and don’t move.” Zavier circled to one side. “This is about you.” He laid a hand on Ray’s hip. “Turn this way.”
Soon Ray stood facing the windows. The shears were drawn, but through them he saw the shimmering lights of Houston. Ray closed his eyes when Zavier’s warm hand claimed his other hip. Each finger felt like a brand against his skin. They’d touched before, but not like this, not with Zavier standing so close behind him.
Oh, did Ray’s cock like the idea that flashed through his mind—Zavier bending him over and fucking him right there. Or maybe pressing him up against the window. Over a chair. He hadn’t bottomed in so long, because everyone expected him to top.
