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A dark, wondering expression washes over his face. He traces the lines of my chest with his eyes. He looks a little stunned that he gets to do this.
He ducks his head and kisses down my throat. He drags his tongue across my collarbone, tasting the salt on my skin. He finds my nipple and works it with his teeth. The sharp sting of pleasure sends an electric shock straight down to my groin. I arch off the mattress and swear loudly.
“Fuck. Zane.”
“I want to taste you.” He looks up through dark lashes. His voice holds a rough uncertainty. “Can I?”
My cock jerks hard against my stomach. “Yes. God, yes.”
Zane moves down my body. He brings the exact same relentless intensity to the bed that he brings to the cage. Focused. Determined. Ready to learn.
When his mouth closes around my cock for the first time, the contact is tentative. Experimental. He takes the head past his lips and pauses, letting out a hot breath against my shaft. A violent shudder rips through my entire body.
Zane is a fast learner. My groaned instructions become his playbook.
“Like that,” I gasp, tangling my fingers into his dark hair. “Use your hand too. Jesus Christ, your mouth is hot.”
He wraps a large, calloused hand around the base of my cock and pumps his fist in rhythm with his mouth. He takes me deeper. The wet, slick sounds of his lips sliding over my skin echo in the quiet hotel room. Within minutes, I’m gripping the sheets with white knuckles. I fight the urge to thrust upward into his throat. He’s still learning what I like, but he pays attention to every sound I make.
I look down. The sight of him destroys my restraint. His golden skin flushes red. His lips stretch wide around my cock. His intense amber eyes flick up to watch my face, hungry for every reaction he pulls out of me.
“Wait. Stop.” I tug at his hair, pulling his head back. “I’m going to come if you keep doing that.”
Zane pulls off with a loud, wet pop. His lips are swollen and slick. His expression is dazed and proud.
“Good?” he asks.
“Too good. Get up here.”
He crawls up the length of my body. We roll onto our sides, facing each other. Both of us breathe hard. Both of us ache with an undeniable, heavy need.
I wrap my hand around his cock. It’s thick, flushed dark, and leaking pre-come onto my fingers. I stroke him end to end. Zane squeezes his eyes shut. A harsh groan tears from his throat.
“Tell me what you want,” I murmur. I trace the sensitive head with my thumb. “We can do whatever you are ready for.”
His hips stutter forward into my grip. “I want…” He swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “I have been thinking about…”
“Tell me.”
“Fucking you.” The words spill out of him, rough and desperate. He opens his eyes, laying all his vulnerability bare. “I want to fuck you. I’ve never done this. But I can’t stop thinking about it. What it would feel like. Being inside you.”
Heat floods my entire body. My cock pulses in the narrow space between our stomachs.
“Yeah,” I breathe. I lean in and capture his lips in a deep, bruising kiss. “We can do that.”
I pull away and reach for my duffel bag resting on the floor beside the nightstand. I came prepared. I hoped for this, even if I refused to demand it. I pull out the silicone lube and toss it onto the mattress.
“Watch me,” I instruct.
I pour a generous pool of the thick, cold liquid into my palm. I coat my own fingers. I reach between my legs and slide one slick finger inside myself. Zane watches with rapt attention. His chest heaves. His amber eyes track every movement of my hand.
“Come here.” I grab his wrist and guide his hand down to join mine. “Use two fingers.”
Zane coats his fingers in the lube. His hand shakes. He presses against my entrance, hesitating. He checks my face for any sign of pain.
“Push,” I command.
He pushes inside. The stretch burns for a split second before the thick lubricant does its job. I let out a long exhale, relaxing my muscles to accommodate him. Zane adds a third finger. He works me open with an agonizing, meticulous care. He curls his fingers, hitting a spot inside me that makes my vision go white.
