Page 11 of Headcase
Asa nodded. “This isn’t without risk. I’m trusting that you’re being honest with me. I’ll use a condom if you want, but I can’t promise my cum will be the only body fluids we exchange tonight.”
Christ.
Gage’s voice screamed in Zane’s head now.Get the fuck out of there.This was insane. Zane wasn’t an experimental guy. He was a missionary-sex guy. An in-bed-by-ten guy. An always-followed-the-rules guy. But now, he was a reporter, and reporters did whatever they needed to get the story. They were willing to die for it.
That was what he told himself anyway, that this was all about a story and not about some deep-seated need to be taken and owned by the most beautiful man he’d ever seen. He almost didn’t recognize his own voice when he said, “You don’t have to use a condom. Just don’t leave me so battered I need to go to the hospital.”
Asa’s pupils blew wide at Zane’s words, something very close to a snarl falling from his lips, then Zane was being devoured. Asa smelled like spice and tasted like expensive whiskey, and when he ground their hips together, the sounds Zane made were completely out of his control.
Asa’s hands tore at Zane’s ill-fitting shirt, sending buttons scattering across wood floors, yanking the material from his shoulders. He bit and licked and sucked at Zane’s bruised lips as he worked open his belt and pants with little finesse. Like he needed him naked, like he couldn’t wait to be buried inside him. God, what would that feel like? Would it sting and burn? Would it be a blunt, throbbing pain?
When he was naked, Asa’s arms curled around him, his hands squeezing his ass, then teasing his fingers between, spreading him open. Zane groaned. He’d never been so hard in his life and they hadn’t even left the doorway yet.
“I don’t mean to tell you how to play your own game, but if you don’t want me to come right here in the foyer, we should probably slow down.”
A growl tore from Asa’s lips. A literal fucking growl. Like a goddamn werewolf. He dropped his hands, stepping away from Zane, and for a split second, he thought he’d ruined everything.
Asa gave Zane a full, appreciative once-over, a slow, wolfish smile spreading across his face.
“Run.”
Zane bolted for the stairs bisecting the center of the room, banking left when he reached the first landing. Asa’s chuckle echoed all around him like something out of a carnival funhouse. He realized too late that the second floor left him with too many options. It was a hallway of closed doors.
Maybe it was Zane’s fight-or-flight instincts, but he could hear Asa’s bare feet beating up the staircase, could hear his own ragged breaths as he moved from one door to another, trying again and again to get just one to open. But they were locked. They were all fucking locked.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
Asa took him to the ground without warning, both of them rolling before Asa pinned him beneath him. He was still wearing those dress pants. They both scrambled for purchase, but Asa had the upper hand. He was bigger, stronger. But Zane was smarter. He went limp. Asa’s disappointment was evident. He thought Zane was quitting.
Asa loosened his grip, and Zane struck, hitting him hard enough in the nose for blood to spray over his face, warm and sticky. Asa snarled as blood poured from his nose into his mouth, but he was grinning. Zane kicked him in the thigh and then wiggled free, having no choice but to run for the stairs leading to the next floor.
He was at a dead run, Asa hot on his heels. At the top of the stairs was a door. He threw it open, grateful it gave without effort. Until he was inside. There was a large bed, an iron frame. Paddles. Chains. Cuffs. Strange instruments Zane had never seen before.
His breath left him in a gasp as Asa hit him with the full force of a linebacker, taking him to the ground once again. Zane put his hands out just in time to keep his face from slamming into the floor.
He’d fallen right into Asa’s trap. He’d herded him directly into his play room? Sex dungeon?
Torture chamber.
Asa flipped him over, pinning his wrists over his head, his legs locking around Zane’s. They were both breathing hard, sucking in harsh breaths that made Zane feel like somebody had tried to dry clean his lungs. There was an odd sense of satisfaction in seeing blood dripping from Asa’s nose.
“You done?” Asa asked.
Zane drove his knee into Asa’s diaphragm, ducking from his grasp. He got to his feet, but Asa reached out a hand, wrapping it around his ankle and yanking hard. This time, Zane’s face connected to the floor, his eye socket feeling like it exploded, stunning him just long enough to lose the small leverage he’d created.
Asa was on him then, pinning him down with one hand as he undid his pants with the other, shoving them just far enough out of the way for Zane to feel how truly big Asa was. He threaded his fingers into Zane’s hair, yanking his head back until he hissed. “You lose.”
Zane gave a soft laugh. “Do I, though?”
Asa bit down on Zane’s earlobe hard enough to pierce it. Maybe it was the adrenaline, maybe it was fear, but what should have signaled pain to his brain instead flooded his system with dopamine, making him moan.
“Don’t fucking move or I will chain you to the bed.”
Zane blinked in confusion as Asa’s weight disappeared briefly, but it was back almost before Zane could register his absence. Asa’s knees forced his thighs apart. Then two slick fingers were slipping between his cheeks, forcing their way inside his body. He grunted from the shock of the invasion, but his cock was painfully hard, leaking onto the floor below.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” Asa rasped, his fingers brutally efficient at working him open. Then they disappeared, replaced by the blunt head of Asa’s cock driving into him, stealing the breath from his lungs.
It was painful, his body burning as it tried to rearrange itself to accommodate him. Asa didn’t wait for Zane to adjust. His hand gripped the back of his neck, pinning him to the floor as he fucked into him, used him, grunting as he drove into him hard enough for tears to leak from Zane’s eyes. It was monstrous, barbaric, and selfish, even. But Zane had never felt more wanted in his life.
