Total pages in book: 4
Estimated words: 3748 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 19(@200wpm)___ 15(@250wpm)___ 12(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 3748 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 19(@200wpm)___ 15(@250wpm)___ 12(@300wpm)
I tug on my purple tie, heating up already. “Yes,” I say, then slowly roam my hand down the front of my shirt, over my belt, to my pants. I squeeze my cock, already hardening. “I brought you your favorite thing.”
Zane breathes in and out sharply. “Good. Been wanting that present.”
“You dream of it,” I say, rubbing the heel of my palm along my growing erection.
“You know I fucking do. The things I want to do with your dick,” he says. He takes another drink then puts it back down. As he licks his lips, he beckons me closer with one finger.
That dominant move heats me up.
I step closer to him and he hands me the glass. I take a sip, savoring the burn of the bourbon. Then I muse, “I wonder how this would taste if I was on my knees,” I say.
I’m making my desires clear too. And he knows what to do. He turns my wishes into orders.
“Get down on your knees,” he growls. The commanding tone makes my dick thump. I drop to the floor. He leans close, roughly cups my jaw, tugs my face to his and claims my lips in a possessive kiss. Tasting the liquor on them.
And so we begin.
With me on my knees, he grabs me by the tie and pulls me closer to him. His lips are inches from mine as he says, “Take off your clothes for me. Do it slow and sexy. Tease me.”
Lust skates down my spine and I stand, undoing the tie then tossing it to him. I unbutton my shirt and kick off my shoes and socks. The slacks go next. Then I’m down to my boxers and his eyes are feral as they travel over me. His tongue darts out as he stares at the outline of my dick, tenting the front of my boxer briefs.
“Show me my gift.” It comes out as half command, half strangled plea. He’s breaking under the weight of his desire. I’m breaking too.
Heat races up and down my body as I hook my thumbs in the waistband of my boxer briefs, push them down, then off. His chest rises and falls. His eyes pop. And his hand betrays him. It goes to his bulge, unbidden, like he can’t help himself. He’s rubbing his cock over his clothes. “Fuck, Maddox. I fucking want you. Look what you do to me. Want to see you stroke that dick for me,” he says.
Naked, I stand before my fully-dressed lover, fondling my cock.
“Yes, fucking love that,” he groans.
I put on a show, rocking into my fist. Till he’s panting, wild, then carnal as he roars. “Bedroom now.”
I smile wickedly. “Yes, sir.”
I thought I’d be nervous. But I’m not. Zane and I have pushed boundaries since we met. This is our new one, and we’ll push it together.
And when we cross it, our intimacy will intensify.
It always does, whatever we do after dark.
4
ZANE
This is a familiar pose.
Maddox, naked, on our bed. I’ve tied his wrists to the straps at the top of the bed, his ankles at the bottom. He’s a beautiful sight. Long, lean, carved and rock-hard. His cock points at me. A beautiful invitation.
I stand at the foot of the bed, taking my sweet time undressing, letting him enjoy my show now. Button by button. Article of clothing by article of clothing.
Soon, I’m down to nothing and I climb between his legs, settling there.
For a few minutes, I play with that gorgeous, hungry cock. Switching between my hand and my lips. Giving him little open mouthed kisses all along his thick shaft. Then quick tugs that end too soon.
That makes him moan.
That makes him grunt and arch.
“Zane, please suck my dick,” he begs.
“Since you asked nicely,” I say, then I drop my head between his legs, and I swallow him. I worship his length for a few delicious minutes until I stop, so I can kneel between his thighs, stroke my throbbing dick and squeeze a drop of liquid arousal.
“You’re so turned on,” he says, admiring my dick.
“Always with you,” I say, then I slide my arousal onto his shaft, slicking him up with my desire.
He moans, his mouth falling open into a filthy O. I play with him more, enjoying every delicious second with his dick.
“Fuck my cock, Zane,” he urges.
“That’s the plan,” I say, and I reach behind me and remove the silver plug I’ve had in for a few hours.
I’m no idiot. I pre-gamed. Played with a dildo while he was at work. Lubed myself up right before he came home, then used a plug to loosen myself up more.
But just so I’m totally ready, I grab the lube I left on the bed, drizzle some on my fingers, then slide one inside, making sure I can take him.
Yup. I’m good to go.