Cut & Run 05 - Armed & Dangerous (24 page)

groaned, unable to continue merely rocking his hips any longer. His
hand left Zane’s hair to slide up the back of his leg instead, fingers
digging in as he pulled back and thrust in.
Zane shivered under him and choked on a low cry of Ty’s name.
“Please, baby, you gotta… move. Harder.”
Ty kissed him again, tightening his hold simply because he could.
He continued the slow, even thrusts, enjoying the slide of their bodies
rather than trying to reach the end too soon. Zane’s fingers tightened on
Ty’s arms, but Ty stayed steady. The tension released, and Zane
resorted to making needy noises in his throat and rolling his hips to
meet each thrust.
Ty truly didn’t think they’d ever done this. They’d intended to
several times, but neither of them had the strength of will to go slowly
when the other was begging for harder and faster.
He pulled Zane’s leg up further as his thrusts got longer, but he
managed to maintain the sensual speed, driving into Zane deep and
pulling out slow so he could feel Zane’s muscles squeezing and pulling
at him. He relished the slide every time he pulled back, and every time
he pushed back in, it sent hot waves of pleasure and desire through him. “Fuck, Zane,” Ty found himself whispering breathlessly as he
pressed his face against Zane’s neck.
Their bodies rocked with the languid rhythm. Zane’s answer was
a pleased hum.
Ty raised his head and searched out Zane’s mouth. He picked up
the rhythm, matching it with his tongue against Zane’s. Zane’s hum
turned into a fully audible moan, and he started to move under Ty,
rubbing against him all over as they kissed, rolling his hips and sliding
his cock against Ty’s belly.
Ty groaned against Zane’s lips. He indulged in the kiss for a few
more seconds before pushing himself up with both hands. Fucking
Zane when he was really into it was a little like riding a mechanical
bull. It was best to restrain him or Ty would end up on the floor. He gripped Zane’s hips, pulling back and tugging Zane with him.
His hips rested on Ty’s spread thighs, his legs splayed on either side of
Ty. Ty let his hands roam over Zane’s taut body as he rocked into him. “Oh Christ, yes,” Zane whispered. His back arched, and Ty
dragged his fingers up Zane’s belly.
He reached for the still-open lubricant with one hand and pulled
himself almost entirely out, letting the head of his cock spread Zane’s
muscles wide. He held Zane’s hip with the other hand and quickly
poured a liberal amount on his own cock and on Zane, pushing slowly
into him as he did it.
“Oh God, you’re gonna fuck me totally insane, aren’t you?” Zane
asked, plaintive and breathless.
Ty tossed the bottle aside and nodded. “That’s how I like you,” he
said, his voice tight and gruff. He took Zane’s hips and pulled him
closer, shoving into him hard as he settled him in his lap.
Zane’s answer started as a huff, then rose into a higher yelp and
gasp. “Please,” he drew out, his voice heavy with arousal. It matched
the pleasure written all over him.
Ty dug his fingers into the backs of Zane’s thighs, dragging them
down to his knees to wrap Zane’s legs around him. Then he reached for
Zane’s slick cock, gripping it and spreading the lube with several slow
pulls.
“Yes,” Zane hissed as he lifted his hips to push himself into Ty’s
hand.
Ty closed his eyes and groaned loudly, letting Zane’s movement
do the work as he jacked him. He could hear Zane’s labored, rough
breathing and the rustle of the sheets as they moved. Zane’s legs were
tight around him, and then he felt the light brush of fingertips down his
chest to his belly. He opened his eyes with difficulty, looking down at
Zane’s hand as it grazed him. He was distracted by the sight of his own
cock pushing into Zane’s ass, by his fingers wrapped around Zane,
stroking him. His grip on Zane’s hip tightened as he looked up to meet
Zane’s eyes.
They were glazed and nearly black as they focused on him. Zane kept moving his hand, gently stroking Ty’s flushed skin. He
said Ty’s name softly, even reverently.
Ty moved, bending over him again to kiss him roughly. He
snapped his hips as he moved, and he continued the sharp thrusts as he
made the kiss hard and messy. Zane bucked under him, trying to get
more, his slippery cock sliding along the firm muscles of Ty’s abs. He finally growled, gripped Ty’s ass, and pulled him down hard. The movement sank Ty’s cock deep into him, their bodies slapping
together. Zane’s cry of pleasure was muffled by Ty’s mouth. Ty broke the kiss with a gasp and thrust in hard again several
times just to watch Zane’s face display all sorts of emotion Zane was
usually really good at hiding: pleasure, arousal, urgency, even a little
desperation in his furrowed brow, tightly closed eyes, and abused lower
lip, teeth still sunk into it.
Ty slowed the pace again, bending to kiss at Zane’s lips. “I love
you,” he whispered, the words more a breath against Zane’s lips than
spoken.
Zane exhaled in a stutter and opened his eyes to look at Ty. He
lifted his hand to trail his fingers over Ty’s lips and cheekbone. Then
he spoke, his words charged with emotion. “Love you too.” Ty kissed him gently again, then pushed himself back, rolling his
hips to work his way in deeper. He pulled at Zane’s hips and seated him
once again in his lap.
He took Zane in hand again, stroking him faster this time as he
picked up the speed of his own thrusts.
Zane’s hands hit the mattress before settling on Ty’s knees,
gripping him. “Insane now…,” he said, panting. His breathing sped up
as he quivered under Ty, and his hips were moving constantly, moving
Ty inside him.
“Come on, baby,” Ty urged in a breathless whisper.
Zane gritted his teeth as he stared at his lover, and Ty watched his
eyes go unfocused as his breathing stopped and he stiffened. His cock
pulsed in Ty’s hand. Zane convulsed in a series of inarticulate moans,
evidence of his orgasm spurting over Ty’s fingers. Ty watched hungrily
as he continued to stroke him, fighting hard against the urge to pound
into him through his orgasm.
He groaned, though, gasping Zane’s name as Zane’s body pulsed
around him. With each stroke, his fingers and Zane’s stomach were
covered and Zane’s moans grew louder.
Ty swore. “Next time I’ll be sucking you off instead of watching
it hit your belly,” he growled, earning a desperate, plaintive groan from
his lover in response.
Ty took mercy on him and brought his hand to a stop. He ran both
hands all over Zane’s body, smearing his come over him as he stared
down at his face, dragging across his inner thighs and gripping his hips,
then up his sides to squeeze his waist and pull him closer before
running palms down to slide under his hips and lift him to pull him
back fully into Ty’s lap.
Zane opened his eyes as he tried to catch his breath, but with
every touch, Ty could see Zane’s overstimulated skin prickle with
sensation, and the inhale broke off. “Baby,” Zane whispered. “Don’t
stop.”
Ty shook his head. He gripped Zane hard and rolled his hips,
moving inside him with a slow groan. He ran his hands over the insides
of Zane’s thighs, looking down to watch himself pull almost
completely out. He pushed at the backs of Zane’s legs, forcing his
knees up more toward his chest. Ty was still kneeling when he began to
thrust his hips forward, head down and biting his lip as he watched the
shaft slide in and out of Zane’s tight ass. He loved to watch that. “You are so fucking gorgeous like this,” Zane rasped, one hand
moving to cover Ty’s.
Ty looked up at him before he was forced to let his head fall with
a moan. He’d had every intention of finishing this as they’d started,
torturously slow and gentle. But it was becoming increasingly difficult. He let Zane’s legs go and leaned over him, holding himself up
with both hands as he looked down at his lover. His hips were still
rocking, his cock sinking deeper into Zane with each thrust. “Can you take more?” he asked Zane breathlessly.
“Yeah,” Zane said before moaning and biting his lip again. “I’m
really getting to like this whole slow burn thing.”
Ty ducked his head and groaned in agreement. He picked up the
strength of his thrusts again, gasping and moaning as he drove himself
closer to climax. But he managed to keep the languid pace he’d set
before. Both of them were damp with sweat even though the room was chilly, and everywhere Ty’s skin touched Zane’s seemed to be on fire.
A drop of sweat rolled down Ty’s nose and dropped to Zane’s chest. His movements became sharper, tinged with frustration as the
slow build of pleasure continued. Each thrust rocked Zane, driving their
bodies harder together.
Zane lifted his legs enough to wrap them around Ty again,
changing the angle of Ty’s thrusts, and he gave a long, forlorn cry as
Ty hit his prostate. “Oh, God baby, so, so good.”
Ty watched Zane as he ramped up his thrusts, keeping the same
angle and pounding him hard for a few seconds before going back to
the slower, deeper thrusts.
He loved watching Zane get fucked.
He wanted to keep at him, fuck him just like this until Zane came
again, until he emptied himself deep inside Zane over and over and left
them both totally spent, but he didn’t think he could do it. It was too
tempting to let go and take him hard and fast when he was so close to
coming himself.
“Baby,” he pleaded in a strained, harsh voice as he laid himself
out over Zane again and pressed his forehead against Zane’s chest. “Don’t stop,” Zane begged again. He wrapped his arms around
him tightly, tilting his hips back with each slow slide to try to take Ty
deeper. “Please, give me more.”
Ty’s will to draw it out snapped. He raised his head and wrapped
his arms around Zane, gathering him close. He briefly allowed himself
the pleasure of fucking him, hard and fast, nearly pulling out of him
each time before breaching him again and driving back into him. Zane
cried out and dragged his fingernails down Ty’s back as their bodies
slapped together.
When Ty felt the orgasm almost on him, he stopped and held
Zane close to him, breaths harsh and body screaming for release. When
it ebbed, he rolled them until he was on his back and Zane sat astride
him, Ty’s cock still buried inside him.
It took a moment for Zane to get his balance, but he settled his
weight on his knees and shifted on Ty’s cock. He reached out to take each of Ty’s hands, holding them captive as he began to rock forward
and back, searching for the perfect angle.
Ty closed his eyes and pushed his hips up, groaning. Zane kept up
the steady movement, occasionally grinding down but not speeding up.
“My turn to make you insane,” he said.
Ty opened his eyes to look up at his lover. He could see the shiny
parts of Zane’s skin that were covered in sweat, lubricant, and come.
He licked his lips and panted out a pent-up breath. Zane riding him like
this was possibly the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. His muscles were
tense and his hips rolled sinuously, his thighs squeezing Ty, his cock
half-hard again.
Zane continued to move his hips until he found the right position
again. He put both hands on Ty’s chest, fingernails dragging, and he
rolled his hips in circles, using Ty’s cock to massage his prostate and
drive Ty insane as he watched.
Ty sat up the moment Zane stopped moving. He couldn’t stand it
any longer, no matter how much fun it was to watch Zane’s hips roll
like that. He wrapped his arms around Zane’s waist and looked up at
him, trying to thrust up into him from that position. He was so close to
release his hands were shaking as he pressed his palms against Zane’s
back.
“If you can’t ride me properly, I’m gonna have to flip you back
over,” he said before reaching up to jerk Zane’s head down for a
demanding, desperate, possessive kiss.
Zane hunched over to help with the kiss and without warning
pushed up from his knees nearly off Ty’s cock before slamming
himself down, taking Ty’s cock all the way with one smooth motion.
“Properly?” he growled when he broke the kiss.
Ty’s hands gripped Zane’s waist, and he called out, encouraging
his lover for more. He fell back again, hands sliding to Zane’s hips. He
loved to feel the supple movements of Zane’s hips when they were
fucking. Zane had never ridden him before, but they would definitely
be doing this again.
“God, you’re so hot,” he groaned, pushing his hips up to shove
his cock hard into Zane.
Zane started moving again, up and down, and then he’d sit flat
and shift his hips forward, dragging himself along Ty’s cock, before
pushing back hard. Then he leaned over, braced himself on one hand,
and started riding Ty in earnest, his balls and half-hard cock pinned
between them.
Ty cried out and bucked his hips. He pulled his feet up to give
him more leverage and tried to meet Zane’s movements with his own.
Their damp bodies slapped together, and he could feel himself pushing
past that tight ring of muscle with almost every one of Zane’s
movements. It didn’t take long for him to curl upward, the orgasm
seeming to start in his toes and work itself through him.
His fingers grasped at Zane’s shoulder and side urgently as he
shoved his cock deep into him one last time, and Zane kept moving,
riding him hard through the pulses of his orgasm. Ty finally cried out, a
hoarse, desperate sound, fingernails digging into Zane’s skin as he
bucked his hips.
He shuddered as Zane finally slowed and leaned over to kiss him. Ty’s fingers shook as he reached for him. His entire body did. He
kissed Zane with tangible relief, wrapping his arms around him and
holding him. Zane sighed and settled over him, pressing his chest
againstTy’s sweaty skin and placing gentle kisses at his temple. Ty didn’t even try to calm his breathing, just let himself pant and
gasp for air as he hugged Zane to him, then closed his eyes. “That was
fun,” he said, breathless.
Zane’s soft rumble of laughter reverberated through both their
chests, and he nodded.
“We’re going to need a really big towel,” Ty murmured as he
turned his head to press his mouth against Zane’s temple.
Zane chuckled again and sighed. “Shower.”
Ty hummed a negative. “Then I won’t smell like you when I
wake up.”
Zane pushed himself up on one elbow so he could look at Ty.