Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 121990 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 610(@200wpm)___ 488(@250wpm)___ 407(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121990 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 610(@200wpm)___ 488(@250wpm)___ 407(@300wpm)
Roach wanted to grab those deliciously narrow hips, stop Zane from going too fast, but he remembered the earlier request and clutched the sheet, gasping softly when Zane sat on his balls, stilling altogether.
A sense of shock spread through Roach, as if he’d been covered by a damp sheet, but he stayed put while Zane adjusted to the presence inside him, still so damn tight it muddled Roach’s thoughts.
Roach panted into the pillow. “But… I need to see you,” he complained despite arousal squeezing his balls. “I love to watch you.” He dared reach to where he imagined Zane’s hip to be, but got a slap on the wrist.
“Don’t,” Zane said in a strained whisper and rubbed his sweaty palms up and down Roach’s torso, creating hot friction. “You’re not gonna see me. This is for me, not for you.”
“Why? Why isn’t this for me? What did I do to you?” Roach groaned, squeezing the sheet as if his dick wasn’t even his anymore but a dildo.
“Stop talking,” Zane whispered and slowly dragged himself up Roach’s shaft. His hole was so tight, so smooth, and Roach didn’t want to only see him in his fantasies. He deserved to be present, not just pleasured from behind a barrier, as if they were strangers.
“No! This is the dumbest thing you’ve come up with.” He still lay under the pillow, torn between pleasure and humiliation, but he did make a point of putting his hand on Zane’s thigh, massaging the tense muscles gently. “Don’t you want to see my face?”
Zane pushed his ass back down and dug his nails into Roach’s forearm. “No. No. We shouldn’t be doing this at all!”
“Why not? It feels great. Tell me how much you love riding my dick.” Maybe then Roach could get more into it, because despite his cock being rock hard, he was finding it difficult to stay in the moment when trapped in the dark and banned from touching. Nothing could ever be normal with Zane.
“I don’t,” Zane said in a hollow voice, and as he rocked his hips back and forth, squeezing Roach in his tight channel, his nails scratched down Roach’s pecs.
Enough was enough.
“Fuck this.” Roach threw the pillow to the floor. He was expecting Zane’s attack, so he grabbed the hands reaching for him and clasped them in a grip he refused to let go.
Zane’s ass only squeezed his dick harder, and Roach finally saw how that handsome face flushed in exasperation. He had no idea what kind of fucked up power-play Zane had been trying to achieve, but he would put an end to it.
When Zane tried to rise and slip off him, Roach arched his hips up and used the momentum to roll them over. The transition was hardly smooth, but split seconds later, he was on top, with Zane’s legs around him, and he pressed Zane’s hands to the sheets over his head.
With his cock still inside that glorious man, he thrust all the way in to prove his point and arched over him, pressing his forehead to Zane’s.
The dense mane had fallen over Zane’s face as they switched position, but his eyes were still visible behind the uneven webbing of dark hair. Zane gave a quiet yelp, breathing so rapidly the strands that covered his mouth kept twitching. It was as if he’d frozen still, expecting violence he couldn’t fight off.
Roach looked into his eyes, trying to make this personal, not just about the physicality of how good Zane’s hole felt as it throbbed around his dick. Because that would have never worked for him. Not with Zane. Roach was willing to take his time here, to show Zane that sex would feel better if he only let go. He had to take a deep breath when his dick twitched in the tight hold of his partner’s body, but then kissed the swollen bottom lip.
“Let me make love to you,” he whispered, loosening his hold on Zane’s hands.
Zane uttered a broken whimper, and his hands slid to Roach’s neck as soon as they were free. With both thumbs pressing against Roach’s Adam’s apple, they were in the perfect position for a chokehold, but Zane didn’t tighten his grip and let them rest there, still undecided whether he wanted to fight to the death or let Roach have this moment.
“Make love to me?” he repeated, rolling his fingers down Roach’s torso and leaving hot trails in their wake.
Roach nodded. “Make love to you.” Were his feelings really so hard to understand? Zane might have said he only fucked Roach because they were bonded, but Roach still wanted this. If that made him weak and pathetic, overly emotional, like his father used to say, then so be it.
Zane’s chest sunk as he exhaled, swiping the messy locks out of his face. There was a healthy flush spilled over his cheeks and down his neck, and his gray eyes were clear, almost bright, as if Roach were seeing sunshine peeking from behind the clouds.