Chapter 88
Zane raised his hands. “I know, I’m sorry.”
Rory rubbed Zane’s arm and hiccupped again. “You’re forgiven.”
Zane smiled. “Now we know we’re clean, I wanna go back home and fuck.”
Rory grinned, liking that idea a lot.
“Uh, I know we agreed to wait until we moved into the foreman’s house, but now I don’t wanna. Wait I mean.”
Rory’s breath caught in his chest. “You mean?”
Zane nodded. “Want you to fuck me tonight.”
Whether it was the alcohol or the test results or his good mood…Rory found himself agreeing.
* * * *
Rory was nervous, no, make that terrified. What if he got it wrong, wasn’t enough, couldn’t stay hard? The latter seemed to be coming true because Zane took longer blowing Rory before he, uh, rose to the occasion.
Several times Rory wanted to tell Zane that they should switch rolls, go back to their tried and tested way of doing things, but he knew this was important to Zane, so he bit his lip and let Zane work.
Sticking first one, then two, and finally three fingers in Zane’s ass was a turn on, and something he’d done many times before when they’d played with their toys. Maybe Rory could do this after all. Although, stretching Zane had always been followed by sliding a dildo into the widened asshole, not his dick. Rory gulped, his earlier confidence sinking as quickly as it had arisen.
Zane said he was ready. Rory wasn’t, but he couldn’t put the moment off any longer. Slicking himself up, and not wrestling with a condom, Rory began to slowly enter Zane. The man’s channel was hot, tight, and…
“God, Ror, you’re going in me. You’re finally doing it!” Zane said obviously and too loudly for Rory’s comfort.
The fact the big man seemed to be enjoying being filled gave Rory a certain amount of pleasure and helped boost his confidence. Rory sank in all the way and paused for a moment, forehead resting between Zane’s shoulder blades.
Zane was hella tight. That alone could be enough for Rory to shoot his wad too soon. Add in the fact he was lying atop all that warm, hairy skin and Rory to fight hard not to climax.
Their position was far from ideal; Rory would have preferred missionary but the difference in their body sizes had made that too awkward.
“God, Ror, you’re so fucking huge!”
Rory paused his slow in-out strokes. “Am I hurting you?”
“Good hurt. Don’t stop.”
Rory closed his eyes and willed himself to calm down. He’d either lose his load or his erection, he wasn’t sure which.
In the end, after much grunting, sighing, and moaning on both their parts, Rory managed to last about five minutes before shooting his load deep up Zane’s ass. It wasn’t the most intense orgasm Rory had ever had, although it was far from the worst either.
Recovering fairly quickly, Rory laid a line of kisses between Zane’s shoulders before rolling off. He soon discovered Zane hadn’t come so quickly went down on the man to achieve that.
“You okay?” Zane asked once he’d recovered.
“Yeah.” Rory tried to sound enthusiastic. Topping had been fun, he was glad he’d done it, but…“What about you?”
“I’m okay.” Did he sound equally as unenthusiastic at being on the bottom?
“I, uh. It was good, but…I like it better when you’re in me,” Rory admitted, biting his bottom lip, hoping he hadn’t just upset Zane.
“Thank God,” Zane breathed out. “I like being in you best, too, but didn’t wanna say anything in case you got mad.”
Rory’s body flooded with relief. “Could never get mad with you.” He leaned up and kissed Zane’s lips. “We could maybe try it again sometime in the future, you know, to mix things up a bit?”
Zane returned the kiss. “Sounds like a plan.” 19
As usual, due to their high elevation, spring arrived late in their part of Colorado. The temperatures rose and the snow gave way to rain.
Work picked up on the ranch. This meant fixing up their house was put on the back burner. Still, in the evenings or during a now rare afternoon off, the two of them could be found in the house, paintbrush or power tool in hand. Although Zane had an amazing talent with a drawing pencil, somehow that didn’t translate to a paintbrush. Painting had mostly become Rory’s responsibility. However, Zane came into his own wielding a drill or an orbital sander. And when they were on their own, Zane could often be persuaded to wield his in-built power tool to complete otherprojects. Being able to make as much noise as they wanted was so freeing and gave Rory a taste of what life would be like once they moved into the house properly.