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Stars & Stripes

Stars & Stripes (Cut & Run #6)(30)
Author: Abigail Roux

When Ty stood up, he had a bottle in hand. But instead of coming toward Zane, he stuck his bare foot into the cowboy hat on the ground and kicked it into the air. He caught it with his good hand and turned a mischievous grin on Zane. He didn’t say anything, merely held the hat out as if displaying it. Then he flipped it and turned it around his hand, rolled it up his arm, and set it on his head with a flourish.

Zane grinned from ear to ear, not sure whether to be impressed or turned on. He was both, at this point.

He took a step back, letting his heel hit the couch behind him. He sank down onto it, slouching and spreading his legs wide as he wrapped long fingers around his cock. Ty was advancing on him, and that crooked grin from beneath the brim of that cowboy hat should have been illegal in most states.

The hat, the compass rose pendant, and the grin were the only things Ty wore now. Zane’s breath came in shallow bursts as Ty climbed into his lap.

“Ty,” he whispered as he looked up into his partner’s eyes.

“You told me if I ever came to Texas you’d teach me how to ride,” Ty drawled. The low gravel of his seductive voice never failed to hit all of Zane’s happy places.

“I did.”

Ty kissed him, long and hard, forced to turn his head so the brim of his hat wouldn’t interfere. Zane tried to push his hips up, but Ty wasn’t sitting in his lap; he was hovering, the muscles of his thighs straining. Zane grabbed them and squeezed, enjoying the feel of Ty’s hard muscles at work. Ty’s hand was on him, slathering him in lube, squeezing and pulling, teasing. Zane moaned, close to blissful as Ty handled him.

He pulled Ty closer by his thighs, forcing his body to contort until he could no longer manage the kiss, and Ty’s c**k brushed Zane’s chest as Ty arched his back and sighed. Zane scanned up his body, eyes following the smooth lines of hard muscles, a six-pack he had once licked whipped cream from, and the edge of Ty’s jaw as he tilted his head back.

He was, without a doubt, the most beautiful thing Zane had ever laid eyes on.

Ty looked down at him, his eyes in shadow. Zane hadn’t expected to find the hat sexy, but the way Ty looked in it and nothing else was indescribably so.

Ty didn’t say a word. He just shifted, his hard c**k brushing Zane’s chest, his hips moving under Zane’s hands, his muscles flexing.

“Ty,” Zane groaned as his lover turned in his lap. He slid his hands over Ty’s ass, squeezing hard and spreading him apart with his thumbs as he massaged the muscles with his fingers. He kept his hands there as Ty straddled his lap backward and lowered himself; Zane flexed his hips, guiding him down, trying to help.

Ty didn’t just lower himself, though. He rolled his hips and arched his back, rubbing his ass against the head of Zane’s c**k but always missing the entry, making a show of it. He flexed his shoulders, twisting from side to side so that Zane had to work hard to force him down.

Zane found himself both turned on and frustrated by the teasing lap dance.

“Jackass,” he said through gritted teeth.

Ty laughed.

Zane reached up to grip Ty’s shoulder with one hand, exerting enough force to pull him down while his other hand kept Ty from wriggling his hips away. Ty gasped as the head of Zane’s c**k shoved into him.

“Fuck, yeah,” Zane groaned.

Ty squeezed him, and Zane watched the play of muscles as Ty rolled his hips and forced Zane further into him. Zane’s hand dragged down Ty’s back, sliding around his ribs to his belly. There wasn’t a wasted pound on Ty, and every inch of him was hard when his body was tense. He was so much fun to f**k.

“Come on, doll,” Zane begged. He flexed his hips up, but Ty merely rode the motion, not allowing Zane to go deeper.

Ty looked over his shoulder, a smirk playing at his lips, his eyes shining. He reached up to pull the brim of his hat lower like some villain in an old western. Zane grinned. Oh yeah, he was in for a wild ride.

Ty rolled his hips, and Zane followed the sensual movement with his fingertips. His c**k slid deeper into Ty with every roll, and he hastily reached to spread Ty apart so he could watch his thick c**k plunging into his lover.

Ty moaned as Zane sank deep. It wasn’t a short gasp or a surprised groan like the sounds he usually forced out of Ty when they f**ked. This was a sultry, intentional sound that made all the remaining blood in Zane’s body rush to his cock.

“Jesus, Ty, what are you doing to me?”

Ty reached back to drag his fingers over Zane’s ribs. “I’m using you to get off.”

Zane moaned as Ty started to roll his hips in circles, reaching up to find somewhere to hold. He settled one hand on a hip so he could feel Ty’s intoxicating movements. The other hand he dragged up and down Ty’s back as his c**k plunged deep, massaged by Ty’s tight muscles, surrounded by slick heat. Ty would tighten those muscles and Zane would cry out and drag his fingernails down Ty’s side as he tried to buck his hips.

It was a slow build, like embers kindled deep in his belly.

Then Ty rose up, sliding those tight muscles along the shaft of Zane’s cock.

“Yes, baby. Oh God, yes,” Zane stuttered. He reached around to grip Ty’s thighs, pressing his chest to Ty’s back.

Ty sank down just as he’d risen, shimmying his hips from side to side. His back dragged against Zane’s chest.

“Oh, God! Please, Ty! Christ, I’m begging you, go faster.”

When Ty turned his head, Zane could see he was biting his lip. “I thought I was supposed to be learning some sort of lesson.”

Zane groaned and tried to shove himself deeper, but Ty anticipated him and rose to his knees again. Zane growled in frustration. “I’ll teach you a goddamn lesson.”

He wrapped his arms under Ty’s, pulling him back by his chest as he sank his teeth into the side of Ty’s neck. Then he thrust his hips up without letting go, and Ty shouted as he shoved in deep.

“Ride me now or get f**ked face-first on the floor.”

Ty laughed breathlessly, rolled his hips, then pushed forward and began to ride Zane’s c**k faster.

“That’s it, doll,” Zane gasped. He gripped Ty’s hips and tried to urge him to go faster, but Ty rose again, pulling Zane’s c**k almost completely out of him.

Zane called out and scrabbled for Ty’s shoulder to keep him from going farther. The head of his c**k pushed at the stubborn muscles of Ty’s entrance, spreading him apart, forcing those muscles back with its girth. Ty threw his head back and moaned again. He rolled his hips around, forcing Zane’s cockhead to massage him.

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