Stars & Stripes (Cut & Run #6)(31)
Author: Abigail Roux

Zane watched with his mouth wide open, tongue touching the back of his top teeth, gasping for breath. Ty was blatant about using Zane to pleasure himself, and Zane loved every minute of it.

Then Ty sank down again, crying out as he hit his prostate. He reached back to grab at Zane, who caught his hands, sliding their fingers together, gripping him hard as Ty shimmied his hips. The sounds coming from him were debauched and downright wicked, and not one of those was calculated.

Then he started riding again, faster this time, fast enough to draw a gasp and a curse from Zane’s lips. Zane still held both of Ty’s hands, and he pulled Ty’s arms behind his back, holding him there as if his wrists were tied together. Ty continued to ride him, moaning in approval of Zane’s newest idea.

Zane pushed his hips up, bringing both of them off the couch. Ty moaned again—that decadent, sinful sound Zane knew he was making on purpose. Zane’s groin growing heavy and tight, pleasure spreading as Ty rode him harder and faster. His ass slapped against Zane’s lap. Zane’s c**k slammed into him over and over.

Zane’s grip on Ty’s wrists tightened, and he pulled until Ty’s back was arched at an awkward angle. He shoved his c**k up into his lover, grinning when Ty called out his name and turned his head to try for a kiss. Zane curled and managed to meet his lips, reaching around Ty’s body, gripping his c**k and stroking him. How was Ty still riding him with his body so contorted? Zane was going to come inside him any second if Ty didn’t hold still.

He reached up and took the hat off Ty’s head, tossing it over the back of the couch, then grabbed Ty’s hair, yanking his head back so he could whisper in his ear. “I’m going to come in you so hard you’ll be tasting it.”

Ty’s entire body shuddered against him. “Yeah. Please, yes.”

“I want to see you first.”

“Zane.”

“Shoot your load for me and I’ll throw you down on that floor and f**k you. Hard and messy, just like you want it.”

Ty gave another decadent groan. Zane smacked his ass to get him to go faster, and the sound of his palm slapping skin and Ty’s desperate cry nearly sent him over the edge. He forgot about the hand job he’d started for Ty, and he pushed Ty to sit up straight again, gripping his hips hard.

“Yeah,” Ty whispered, sounding relieved at Zane’s loss of control.

“Yeah, what?” Zane growled in his ear.

“I’m not calling you sir during sex.”

Zane grabbed a handful of hair. “Ride me, Ty!” he shouted, his harsh voice echoing off the high ceiling. “Come on!”

Ty bent forward, riding Zane with those sinuous movements of his hips, faster and faster until sparkles started to form on the edges of Zane’s vision.

He grabbed Ty in a one-armed bear hug and pulled him back against his chest, restraining Ty’s movements as he fought off his orgasm. Ty was breathing hard, biting his lip as he tried desperately to roll his hips. Ty leaked all over Zane’s hand when Zane slid his fingers over his cock.

Zane started to stroke him with one hand, yanking that handful of Ty’s hair with his other as he whispered into Ty’s ear. “You better come without moving too damn much.”

Ty’s lips parted, but no sound came out. His head rested on Zane’s shoulder, and the faster Zane stroked him, the tighter Zane’s grip on his hair became. Ty’s body began to contort, his breathing growing erratic and labored. Every inch of him was straining to remain still, and the restraint and the tortured look on his lover’s face drove Zane’s hand faster and faster.

“Zane!”

“Don’t f**king move!”

Ty’s head thrashed from side to side, fighting Zane’s grip as he writhed on Zane’s straining cock. He finally managed to press his mouth to Zane’s, and Zane returned the kiss with all the hunger and lust of a man fighting his own orgasm.

As their tongues fought for dominance, Ty thrust his hips up into Zane’s hand, and he called out into Zane’s mouth as he started to come. It hit both their chests and even spattered up onto their chins as Zane pumped Ty’s cock.

Ty licked a drop of cum off the corner of Zane’s mouth, and Zane’s control snapped.

He released Ty only to grip Ty’s hips hard, f**king Ty at his own brutal pace. His movements were so powerful and out of control that he nearly tossed Ty to the floor. Then he grabbed Ty and did shove him to the floor. They both hit hard, Ty’s hands still trapped between them, and Zane lined up quickly and pushed his c**k past those tight muscles without giving Ty a moment to recuperate. Ty bucked under him, fighting back against the hard f**king in a way he knew would drive Zane insane. Ty’s cries and shouts and curses turned into begging. Begging Zane to take him harder, begging Zane to come all over him, begging him for more of everything.

Zane went at him harder and faster, pulling completely out and then forcing himself back in. When Zane started to come, the first spurt spilled out over Ty’s ass before Zane could shove back into him. He continued like that, coming inside him and all over him at the same time, pulling out only to shove past a pool of his own cum, watching himself shoot against Ty’s ass and knowing he was filling him up inside, too.

Zane’s shout, primal and wordless, echoed off the high ceiling. Ty kept moving, his muscles sliding under Zane’s hands, moaning as Zane made a mess of it.

When Zane’s body finally gave in, he collapsed against Ty’s back and pressed his face against him, licking at the sweaty skin.

Ty hummed, his hands still trapped between them like he really was restrained that way. He craned his neck for a kiss and Zane was more than happy to oblige: he took Ty’s hands in his, pinned them to the floor, then leaned over him for a languid kiss. Ty’s ass pushed against him as Ty contorted, his body asking for more.

It didn’t happen often, but sometimes Ty sank into this submissive mindset, and Zane took advantage when he could. It shocked him how good Ty was at playing the submissive when he was so dominant at other times.

Just the thought of Ty being in one of those moods had Zane wanting to f**k him all over again. Snugged up against Ty’s ass, surrounded by his own cum, didn’t hurt the urge either. Zane flexed his hips, wondering how long they could stay like this until he was ready to go again.

“What’s gotten into you?” Zane asked, whispering in Ty’s ear.

Ty gasped and shuddered beneath him. “Besides you?”