Page 12 of Headcase
The pain in his ass was nothing compared to the endorphins. There was a heady feeling in knowing it was Zane who made a man like Asa Mulvaney this needy, this hungry, this fucking reckless. And it was reckless and painful and just this side of too much, but he couldn’t stop himself from canting his hips, addicted to the stretch and burn of Asa using him.
Asa suddenly gave a harsh shout, his head dropping to sink his teeth into Zane’s shoulder hard enough to draw blood as he emptied himself inside him. He could feel his cock throbbing as he came. Zane deflated against the floor, breathing heavily as Asa’s hips spasmed against his in tiny, aborted thrusts.
Then it was over.
Except, it wasn’t. Zane found himself on his back. One of his legs caught over Asa’s elbow as he practically bent him in half to drive back into him. “I thought…” Zane muttered.
Asa grinned down at him. “What? That I’d leave you like this? Nah, Lois Lane. Now, it’s your turn. Though, I don’t know how much more I have left in the tank, because your hole is sloppy with my cum and it feels too fucking good.”
Asa captured his mouth in a bloody kiss, rolling his hips as he fucked into Zane with an almost pained expression on his face. He shifted, changing his angle, glancing that tiny bundle of nerves. Zane couldn’t stop the helpless moan that fell from his lips. Asa grinned. “Yeah? Right there. Is that the spot?”
Zane tried to speak but couldn’t, instead making another embarrassing sound.
“Yeah, that’s the spot,” Asa said, sounding all too pleased with himself.
He planted his hand, taking Zane’s leaking cock in his fist, jerking him in time with his slow, targeted thrusts until it felt like a spring tightening inside him, driving him towards that ultimate release. Zane’s hands shot out, wrapping around Asa’s back, desperate for something to cling to. He couldn’t breathe. “Harder. Oh, fuck. Harder, please.”
Asa chuckled but complied, slinging his hips, until Zane couldn’t stop the needy whines, the desperate pleas falling from his lips or his blunt nails dragging along Asa’s skin until they both grunting, one from mind-numbing pleasure and the other from pain.
Zane’s orgasm punched from his body, his entire brain freezing as something akin to bliss flooded his system and, for just a few seconds, the world went dark. When he blinked his eyes back open, Asa was pulling free, falling onto his back beside him.
“Damn, Lois. I did not think you would be this much fun. No offense.”
Zane was too cum-drunk to even take offense. “You really need to come up with a better nickname for me than Lois.”
Asa rolled onto his side, propping his head on his fist. “Why? This is a one-night stand. Good thing, too. ‘Cause I might call you something soft. Like sugar britches or sweet cheeks.”
Zane snorted. “Those are your go-to fluffy terms of endearment?”
“What can I say? I’m a romantic at heart.”
“Mm, well, do you think you could point me toward your bathroom and maybe get me some water? I’m way more out of shape than I ever imagined.”
Asa’s face suddenly loomed over him, barely an inch away. “Now, that’s just not true, sugar britches. You put up one helluva fight.” He jumped to his feet, and Zane finally got to see what a completely naked Asa Mulvaney looked like. God really gave with both hands with him. And there were two of them? Jesus.
He shook the thought away, eyes going wide. There were huge, jagged scratches down Asa’s back, some deep enough to bleed. “Uh, did I do that?”
Asa glanced over his shoulder, realizing what Zane was looking at. “Mm. I must have been doing something right.”
More than something. Everything. Zane yawned hard enough for his jaw to crack.
Asa smirked, pointing to a door on the left. “Bathroom’s right there.”
Zane smiled. “Your sex dungeon has a bathroom?”
“Yeah, every good dungeon should, no?” Asa said.
Zane shook his head. Once inside, he looked at his reflection in the mirror. There were already bruises forming, including swelling around his eye he just knew would be black and blue tomorrow.That shouldn’t make you happy.
Zane rolled his eyes at his brother’s voice.Shut up.
He cleaned up and slowly made his way downstairs. Muscles he didn’t even know he had ached. It was awkward to wander around a house this large without a stitch of clothing on.
“My other phone is dead,” he heard Asa say, clearly not talking to him.
Zane froze. Other phone? Who has two phones? Nobody up to anything good. Zane’s heart rate sped up as he craned his head, attempting to get eyes on Asa. He could make out the top of his head. He now wore a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt.
Great, so now Zane was the only one naked. He stayed where he was, eavesdropping as best he could without moving closer.
