Heat flared in Zane’s eyes. “That’s all right,” he said in a deceptively light voice just before he grabbed Ty’s arm and swung him around, pulling his ass back against him while wrapping his arm around him. Zane knew full well Ty was letting him do it. It made it just that much more tantalizing. His voice was dark and throbbing when he purred, “I’m all for a good, hard f**k.”

Ty closed his eyes and let his head rest back on Zane’s shoulder, the words sending a dull throb straight to his groin. When he didn’t struggle, Zane let his hands roam, getting to know the feel of Ty’s skin, and he lowered his head to lick from his collarbone up to his ear. Ty huffed out a breath of air through his nose and shifted back against the hard muscles behind him.

Zane bit down lightly at the juncture of Ty’s neck and shoulder as he groped his way down Ty’s body.”You going to fight me?” he asked, wanting to know what to expect before throwing Ty to the bed and literally pouncing on his ass.

“Not this time,” Ty groaned, surprised by how much he really wanted to be overpowered, a sharp contrast to the painful fight in the alley.

Just like that, Zane was achingly erect, and he rubbed up against Ty’s ass as he mouthed along the back of his shoulder. “Another time,” he agreed before pushing Ty down onto the bed. He’d enjoy that, too. But for now, he just wanted to sink into Ty and wallow there.

Ty hit the mattress on his hands and knees, but almost immediately lowered himself to his stomach. Zane just as quickly crawled over him. His extra height gave him the length he needed to press a heated kiss to the back of Ty’s neck and press his groin against Ty’s ass as he fumbled for the kit.

For some reason, Ty could no longer do anything but react. His body was reacting, his mind was reacting, and he was greeting each of Zane’s actions with a needy, almost desperate reaction of his own. But if he had been needed to act on his own, to actually think, he would have never been able to get off the bed. He wasn’t sure if he liked the submissive effect Zane was having on him, but his body certainly did.

On his knees over Ty’s thighs, Zane slicked his fingers and trailed down, expecting a man like Ty to tense when he touched him. He actually wished Ty would fight him, although he was incredibly tempting like this. If he’d fought Zane, just enough, Zane would have taken him and f**ked him over hard, taking everything he could get out of his tight ass. But this, God, it was incredible and unexpected, feeling Ty writhing and pliable under him.

The intimate touch did make him jerk, but Ty rolled his shoulders and dug his fingers into the sheets, shaking off the tension. He hoped Zane realized just how much effort it took to not buck him off. Zane leaned over to murmur in his ear as he slid his fingers back and forth over where he hoped to soon bury himself. “Ty, for f**k’s sake, move,” he growled. “You’re not going to throw me off so easily.”

Ty turned his head to the side, brushing his cheek against Zane’s lips.

He did move then, but only to push against the bed and raise his body up into Zane’s. Groaning, Zane slid his aching c**k back and forth against Ty’s skin and pushed his lubricated finger inside the other man. It was hard to go slow.

Oh, so difficult. But if he did it right now, then soon he could f**k Ty through the damn mattress.

Ty groaned plaintively, tensing involuntarily and squirming.

Zane stilled. “Hurting?” he asked.

“Shut the f**k up and keep going,” Ty growled in a strained voice.

“Hell,” Zane breathed as he moved his hand again, another few pushes and another finger as he leaned over enough to press his forehead to Ty’s shoulder blade while he tried to breathe evenly. Having come once, he’d last awhile. Maybe. With Ty, all bets were off.

Beneath him, Ty arched his back, trying to push up into him and groaning encouragingly. He hurried, unwilling to wait much longer; Ty’s body was giving him all the right signals, and he was worried Ty might suddenly change his mind and kick his ass instead. Zane grabbed up a condom and made short work of it, then lined up, one hand on Ty’s right hip, the other on his left shoulder.

Ty lowered his head and raised his hips higher, closing his eyes and breathing out slowly in expectation of what he knew was going to hurt. He wanted it, though. He wanted it badly. His entire body shook with the desire.

Zane smoothed his hand over Ty’s back and pushed in slowly. He wasn’t small and, god damn, Ty was so tight. He pushed in just enough, and then he started rocking gently. Ty groaned and remained still for a brief moment, 152

letting himself deal with the burning pain before he pushed back against the intrusion in a silent demand for more.

Sucking in a shaky breath, Zane answered Ty’s movement with a bit more force added to his rocking, sinking slightly deeper each time. He curled over Ty’s back, his hand coasting from shoulder to hip and under Ty’s belly to slide around the half-hard c**k hanging there.

“Garrett,” Ty breathed pleadingly. He wasn’t even sure what he was asking for. He just knew it felt so f**king good he could barely stand it.

Gasping softly as he turned his cheek against Ty’s back, Zane pushed harder, sinking over half in before pulling out, the clamp of Ty’s body an irresistible lure. He slid his fist back and forth, feeling Ty’s reaction as well as hearing it. It thrilled him. It was so different from the sarcasm, anger, and cold dislike. It went straight to Zane’s belly and he shuddered.

Ty trembled under him, and finally he sank back to his stomach, bringing Zane with him and taking the full weight of Zane’s body on his to pin him to the mattress. “Come on,” he urged, the same words he’d hissed in the shower. He needed this. Needed it.

Zane squeezed his eyes shut, the growl in Ty’s voice draining some of his control. The smooth rocking paused as he pulled his hand out from under Ty, and then he snapped his hips forward, hard, burying himself deep with a groan of pleasure.

Ty responded with an involuntary cry. He pushed back again, physically begging for more as jolts of pleasure and hot pain ran through him.

Grunting, Zane shifted so he could thrust into Ty’s body in a rough motion as he gripped his hips. Even when he pulled back, he was surrounded by the heat of Ty’s body, and Zane was steadily losing his mind again as his knees slid on the sheets.

Each thrust was doing the same to Ty, though he tried desperately not to whimper. “Harder,” he begged in a hoarse, rasping voice.

Fingers gripping hard, Zane braced one knee and loosed what little control he had left. He truly f**ked Ty and then some, jarring them both and the bed enough to shake the pillows to the floor. He grunted with each thrust, a low growl growing deep in his chest, able to let loose when Ty just took more and more, clearly wanting it. Fuck ... had it ever been this way? Zane couldn’t remember a time he hadn’t been afraid of hurting his bed partner.




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