Chapter 82
“Fuck, Ror!” Zane said, voice choked with emotion. “I’m in you, all the way.”
Rory hadn’t realized he’d been biting his lip in concentration. He opened his mouth slightly and took in a breath. “Yeah.” He then smiled wide. “You are.”
“You okay?” Zane’s hands petted Rory’s spread thighs. “Doesn’t hurt?”
Rory shook his head. “Nope. Thanks to your expert prep work I feel great.”
Zane’s smile matched his own. “Fuck, Ror, you’re so tight.”
Rory squeezed his ass muscles to show Zane just how tight he could be.
“Fuck!” Zane said more loudly.
Rory giggled. An honest to God giggle. The knowledge he could give this big man so much pleasure was heady. He lifted up a few inches before dropping down again. The head of ZJ hit his prostate and fuck! The sensations in his ass were indescribable, way better than a cold hard lump of rubber. He lifted up and dropped down again and again. His whole body felt alive, stimulated, and hot. Emotions welled up inside of him, giving him an amazing sense of euphoria. Finally he was making love with a man, and not just any man.
“Ror?” A concerned Zane reached up and wiped at Rory’s wet cheeks.
Rory hadn’t even realized he’d been crying. “I’m good.” He sniffed. “This is…perfect…beautiful. You’re perfect and beautiful and…”
Zane sat up and claimed Rory’s mouth in a passionate kiss. “You’re the one what’s beautiful and perfect.” Was Zane crying, too?
They settled into a rhythm, Rory moaning, squeaking, and even screaming out his joy each time ZJ pegged his prostate. However, eventually, Rory’s legs grew tired.
“Wanna change positions?” Zane asked when Rory rubbed his cramping calves.
Rory nodded. Much as he didn’t want to, he lifted off and got on all fours on the bed.
Doggy meant Zane could pound him with greater force, once Rory assured his reluctant lover that he wanted…needed it harder. And with the increased power came a similar increase in Rory’s screams and yells. He was already quite hoarse and they’d only been going for, what, ten minutes or so? Not that Rory was watching the clock.
“Close,” Zane soon grunted.
“Told you that you should have let me suck you off!” Rory yelled. Thinking his words came out sounding more angry than they were intended, Rory apologized. “It’s just…this is so good. Never want you to stop.”
But stop or rather pause they did, while Zane caught his breath. Rory, too, appreciated the break. He wished he’d remembered to bring a bottle of water—he sure could use a cold drink—but no way was he disengaging from his lover to go get one.
“Never thought it’d be this…everything. Sorry, don’t have the words,” Zane said.
Then Rory discovered the downside to the doggy position. He couldn’t easily kiss and reassure his man that everythingwas the perfect word.
Zane chuckled. “Fucking’s sure thirsty work. Could really use a beer right now.”
Rory nodded and licked his dry lips. Beer sounded even better than water. And he remembered seeing a six-pack in the fridge. He was torn. Should they separate and go in search of refreshments or continue as they were? Maybe if Zane put on an extra burst of speed they could come quickly, and…No, he didn’t like that idea. He wanted their lovemaking to last as long as possible. But before he could explore his dilemma further, Rory was pulled to an upright kneeling position and lifted off the bed. Zane’s arms clamped across his chest, keeping him firmly impaled on ZJ.
“What’re you doing?” Rory asked when Zane started walking across the bedroom floor.
“Getting beer.”
Rory smiled. “Great minds think alike.”
“Dunno about that,” Zane said, nuzzling Rory’s ear. “Get the door will you?”
Rory did and they made their naked conjoined way down the hallway. When they turned in to the kitchen Rory gasped and covered his rapidly deflating dick with his hands.
“The fuck?” Wayne asked, sitting at the kitchen table, bottle of beer halfway to his lips
Liam, who had his back to them, turned around and began coughing, setting his own bottle of beer down before covering his mouth.
Rory was mortified and wanted to scuttle away and hide but was still clamped to Zane’s front.
“Any of that beer left?” Zane calmly asked. “Me and Ror’s thirsty.”
“Not surprised, noise you both were making,” Wayne observed, lips turning up in a grin.
“How…Why…?” Rory squeaked.
“Bar’s closed. Whole of downtown suffered a power outage,” Liam explained after clearing his throat. “So we turned around and came back.”
“Did you drink all the beer?” Zane asked.
“Couple bottles left in the fridge,” Wayne said, his eyes never leaving Rory’s crotch.