Cut & Run (Cut & Run #1)(89)
Author: Abigail Roux

Ty reached for the phone and put it to his ear again as he reached between Zane’s legs with the other. “Listening,” he grunted unconvincingly before moving the phone away from his mouth and kissing Zane again as he slid a finger inside him.

Biting his lip against a soft cry, Zane arched into Ty’s hand, squeezing his eyes closed and gripping the sheets. Fuck, he wanted this so badly, and the fact that Ty was doing it despite the phone call just made him crazier. Zane lifted one hand to curl around himself, lightly running his thumb over the head of his aching cock.

Ty could barely form complex thoughts, much less deal with the woman on the other end of the phone. He wanted Zane and just Zane, and he wanted him right that minute. He slid another finger into him slowly, practically vibrating with the desire to go faster.

“You owe me an apology!” the woman’s voice shouted from the cell phone, and Ty dropped the phone again to grip Zane’s hair and pull his head back roughly so he could bite at his neck. “Ty!” the woman shouted.

Zane gasped for a breath, tipping his head back and clenching his hand into Ty’s sides as he felt teeth scrape against his skin. Zane tightened his hold on his own cock, pleasure already lapping through him. It would only get better. The annoyed voice was a tiny buzz he couldn’t be troubled to notice.

All his attention was on Ty’s hands. And Ty’s hands were going ever further, his fingers twisting wickedly inside Zane as he dragged his teeth down Zane’s neck.

Another screaming demand from the woman on the phone caused Ty to pull up short and grab the phone. “Stacey, I’ll call you back,” he grated into the phone before hanging up and tossing it over his shoulder to land precariously on the edge of the bed at their feet. He bent to kiss Zane again, letting himself moan loudly with the contact.

Zane couldn’t stand it anymore. “Ty … please,” he whimpered.

As if to accentuate his point, the phone began to ring and vibrate at the end of the bed. Ty ignored it, instead focusing all his attention on Zane and preparing him for a nice, rough f**k. He kissed him hungrily as the phone hopped around angrily on the tangled bed covers, and he reached for the condom wrapper and ripped it open after pulling his fingers out and sliding the palm of his hand up the length of Zane’s c**k teasingly.

Zane choked down a cry as he felt Ty’s hand on him, and he couldn’t stop his hips from snapping up into Ty’s hand. “Fuck,” he breathed. “Fuck, Ty….”

“Not yet,” Ty rasped as he rolled the condom on and reached to tug at the back of Zane’s thigh. The phone finally stopped ringing, and Ty kissed Zane again messily. Seconds later, Ty was pushing slowly into Zane’s body as the landline began to ring.

Zane growled. “Who the f**k is she?” he demanded, keeping his hands on Ty, smoothing them over hard muscles. “Never mind,” he gasped as Ty moved inside him. “She just wants what I’ve got.” And he purposefully tilted his hips and rocked up to sink Ty deeper inside him.

Ty groaned, the sound close to a whimper as he pressed his lips to Zane’s jaw and pushed harder.

Ty’s voice on the answering machine could be heard from the kitchen, warning not to leave a message because he never returned them anyway, and then a loud beep sounded as Ty pushed up onto his hands and flexed his hips. “Don’t listen,” he told Zane in a tight voice as he began to rock into him.

“Fuck,” Zane breathed. “You think I can pay attention to anything but you?” He struggled to focus on Ty moving inside him; he’d been missing this for four months and now that he had it? He wasn’t going to miss it anymore.

“Come on, f**k me,” he growled, fingers digging into Ty’s shoulders.

Ty obliged with a little growl, one hand going back to Zane’s hair to hold him in place as he began to truly thrust into him. The bed rocked with their movements, the headboard groaning in time, and in the distance an angry female voice shouted into an answering machine. But Zane’s ears were filled with the sound of his own heartbeat and Ty’s panting gasps. He cried out Ty’s name as he started to rock against him, intensifying the effect of the thrusts.

He snaked his hand back between them to pump his cock, and the shock waves multiplied.

“Fuck, yes,” Ty hissed as he buried his face in Zane’s neck and used the muscles of his back and legs to thrust.

The motions made Zane arch his body, the slow, almost languid rocking driving him even more insane than any amount of frenzied pounding could have done. Under it all, he could hear the girl’s voice, but he couldn’t think about that right then. This felt too damn incredible to focus on anything else.

A low groan built in Zane’s chest as he pulled at his cock, Ty’s slow, rhythmic movement building the fire higher but not providing quite enough spark. “Ty…for God’s sake …have I got to beg?” Zane asked helplessly, pulling his knees up to try to get Ty to move faster, thrust harder.

Ty didn’t answer him, instead speeding the rhythm of his thrusts with a grunt of effort.

Zane gasped out encouragement, throwing his head back as he felt the orgasm clenching inside him. He tightened his fist on himself. “Not long…,” he ground out.

“Come on, Garrett,” Ty coaxed in a low, rumbling voice. “Come all over me,” he whispered against Zane’s skin.

Zane’s body started to tighten up, and his hand moved faster on himself. “Ty…,” he hissed. And with another few thrusts, he jerked in place and yelled as he came, the hot liquid smearing between them with each pulse as he cried out each time, nearly delirious with pleasure.

Ty closed his eyes and groaned, thrusting harder and grunting with each push of his hips. “One day,” he ground out with difficulty, “I’m just going to sit in a corner and watch you jerk off,” he promised as his belly rubbed against Zane’s slick knuckles. Just the thought was enough to send him over the edge, and he tried to slow his movements to stave off the orgasm. But the friction from the slow rocking was still too much, and he came with a shout that was loud enough to drown out the final beep of the answering machine.

Zane’s gut jerked again in reaction to Ty’s words. Fuck, Zane would love that, to feel Ty’s eyes on him. He moaned Ty’s name long and low. Ty rocked through the torturous friction and finally collapsed with a small gasp, panting. The cell phone on the end of the bed began to vibrate and sing, dancing itself to the edge of the bed and then falling to the floor with a clatter.