Page 51 of Moonstruck
“Is it working?”
Yes.“You shouldn’t tease me like that, you know.”
Zane’s thumbs played over Asa’s nipples, his gaze heated. “I’m not teasing. I’m…negotiating.”
A slow smile crept across Asa’s face. “I’m always open to negotiations. What’s your offer?”
Zane’s hands slid down to Asa’s waistband. “You agree to take me to my parents and play nice and I’ll be nice to you in return.”
Asa hardened instantly. “How nice?”
Zane glanced around the room. “Are there cameras in here?”
Asa’s breath punched from him. “No.”
He hoped that was true. But even if it was a boldfaced lie and his father somehow ended up seeing whatever Asa was about to do to Zane in that room, he couldn’t bring himself to stop. Especially not with Zane sinking to his knees, his hands already working open the button on Asa’s jeans.
Shit.
Asa was already hard, staring down at Zane with a smirk that he should have found humiliating but, instead, made his dick throb and his heart race. Asa pushed Zane’s cap off his head, threading his fingers into his curls. He eagerly nuzzled the ridge of Asa’s cock through the denim before his fingers scrambled to free him from his jeans, too turned on to be embarrassed by his forwardness.
It was hard to be embarrassed when Asa was looking at him with enough heat to make him spontaneously combust, like Zane was worthy and sexy and something Asa truly wanted.
“You look so fucking hot. I’ve been picturing you on your knees for me since the moment I laid eyes on you,” Asa crooned, running his thumb over Zane’s lower lip. “Go ahead, Lois. Be nice to me. I’ll try not to be too mean to you.”
Zane’s pulse tripped at Asa’s words. The old Zane might have been furious at being treated like some sex doll butthisZane couldn’t get enough of it, couldn’t get enough of Asa and the way he looked at him. It made Zane bold. It made him feel sexy and wanted. “I don’t want you to be nice to me.”
“You have no idea what you’re saying,” Asa warned with a chuckle, gripping Zane’s curls tighter. “I have zero control around you as it is. If you let me off the leash, I can’t promise I won’t hurt you.”
Warmth bloomed through Zane’s core. He sat back on his heels, meeting Asa’s gaze defiantly. “Then hurt me. It would hardly be the first time.”
Zane let his mouth fall open, tongue out, making his intentions clear. He saw the exact moment Asa dropped his mask—that fake human exterior everybody wore to convince the rest of the world they were safe around them.
But nobody was safe around Asa. Except Zane. They’d barely known each other a day but Zane knew, deep down, that Asa would gut anybody who looked at him sideways, and that knowledge made Zane want to do very bad things for Asa. Made him willing to hurt for him, debase himself for him.
Asa ran his cock between Zane’s lips, not forcing his way inside, just rubbing himself over his lips and cheeks, like he was marking him, letting him know he’d do what he liked, when he liked. He pushed Zane’s face into the curls at the base of his cock, making him moan. Was it normal to crave a person’s scent? Especially like this, his face buried in his thigh where the smell was strongest?
Zane didn’t care. Didn’t care if he looked needy or desperate as he rubbed his face against Asa, unable to stop the groans that fell from his lips as he mouthed over Asa’s balls.
“Come on, Lois, suck me.” Asa pulled Zane’s head back, forcing his cock between his lips. “Show me how good you can be.”
Zane closed his mouth over his length, relishing the tang of his skin and the heavy weight on his tongue as Asa began to fuck his mouth, slowly at first, but then with more fervor.
Asa rumbled low as Zane moaned around him, the sound going straight to his dick until he was leaking through his underwear. Asa hadn’t lied—he had no intention of being nice. Maybe he’d just been warming Zane up, easing him into what was to come. Asa’s one hand stayed where it was, threaded in his curls, but the other closed around the back of his head. He took a step forward, forcing his cock to the back of Zane’s throat in one swift motion.
He tried not to heave, but it was impossible. Asa was huge and Zane most definitely had a gag reflex. A reflex Asa seemed intent on testing as he forced his cock impossibly deep until Zane’s muscles were convulsing around him.
The more he gagged and sputtered, the more brutal Asa grew until tears poured down Zane’s cheeks, his nose running and both of them covered in his saliva as Asa kept his gaze locked on him. It was raw and brutal and felt a little bit like a felony, but despite the pain—or maybe because of it—Zane only grew harder, his cock leaking until he worried he might come in his pants like a teenager.
Zane liked being used by Asa. Craved it. There was something so intoxicating about being the only one who got to see Asa’s truly dark side. Zane knew all of his secrets, knew every dark kink. Just Zane. Nothing had ever been just his. Nobody had ever cared just for him. Was this care? Had Zane been so abused that having a man wreck his throat was the equivalent of love in his mind? A therapist would have a field day with him.
“Touch yourself,” Asa demanded, as if Zane had been waiting for his permission.
Had he? Either way, he jumped to comply with Asa’s order, working his jeans open with one hand, groaning in relief when his palm closed around his overheated skin. He wasted no time, stroking himself in time with Asa’s rough thrusts, pleasure sparking along his nerve endings until he couldn’t stop the sounds he made.
Zane was already so close. Asa had been edging him since he’d gotten him dressed that morning. Asa would probably say the same about Zane.Hadsaid it. Said he was a tease. But they both enjoyed this game, this thing between them. Whatever it was. This constant push and pull. The teasing. The taunts. The kidnapping. Zane felt like Asa saw all of it as foreplay. And, God help him, he did, too.
The more Asa used him, the faster Zane’s hand moved, hurtling him closer to orgasm. The more brutal Asa was, the more intense Zane’s pleasure until he wasn’t even stroking himself anymore but squeezing off his release, afraid he’d come first. He didn’t want that. He wanted to come with the taste of Asa on his tongue.
