Authors: Cameron Dane
The second Noah took Zane’s ass so completely, with such force, Zane shot straight upright, to his knees, shouting at the top of his lungs across the quiet afternoon sky. With one deep shudder, and one full penetration into his ass, Zane lost it, shooting an arc of ejaculate between the bars of the porch railing to the ground below. The sight of Zane, so beautiful in release—not to mention the clamp his inner walls put on Noah’s buried cock—rocked a seizing tremble through Noah that signaled his needed to shoot too.
Fuck no. Not yet
. Noah grabbed his nuts in just the nick of time. The shock of pain stopped him from spilling his seed in Zane’s ass.
Just as fast as Zane had come, he reached back and dug his fingers deep into Noah’s hips. “Don’t stop, don’t stop.” His voice was stripped bare. “Keep fucking me.” The aftermath of orgasm still shivered through Zane’s slighter body and he tried to drive his passage back on Noah’s embedded shaft. “You can make me come again.”
Zane’s desperation awakened the protector in Noah and helped to pull him into focus as nothing else could. Staying tucked deep, all the way inside Zane—movement right now would shove Noah straight into release—Noah curled his hand around Zane’s nape to his jaw and tipped Zane up to look at him. “I’m not going anywhere, honey.” Noah got caught in the brightness shining in Zane’s eyes, but still slid his hand down and wrapped it around the man’s cock. “Let me help you stay hard.” Noah stroked the full, semirigid length of Zane’s prick; instantly Zane moaned and his penis jumped with life against Noah’s palm.
With another long drag over the shaft, and a teasing pinch to the very tip, Noah watched his partner closely. Almost immediately Zane released his death grip on Noah’s hips. Instead, he scraped his fingers down Noah’s outer thighs, surely leaving angry red lines with his cut-to-the-nub worker’s nails.
“Noah … Oh God…” As Noah worked Zane’s slowly reemerging erection in his hand with an increased speed, Zane sucked in a shaky breath. “You’re stunningly beautiful.” Zane’s gaze burned with something far brighter than lust, and Noah couldn’t bear to see it without spilling every thought of forever filling his soul.
No.
Letting go of his own balls, Noah yanked Zane’s head up until not even the tip of a thumbtack would fit into the space between their mouths. Zane’s pupils flared; his open desire was a tangible thing between them, and Noah groaned and seared their mouths together in a hotter-than-Hades kiss. He fought his way into Zane’s mouth for a full taste, to Zane’s cries of delight. At the same time, Noah continued a dragging motion up and down Zane’s cock and he began to pump his dick within the man’s burning tight ass.
Zane gasped against Noah’s mouth and his passage clenched with exquisite tightness around Noah’s invading cock. In response Noah moaned and jerked his hips again, the move sliding his penis along the quivering walls in Zane’s ass. Both men trembled, and Zane’s shaft went rock hard in Noah’s hand once more, leaking new lines of early seed.
His eyes lighting from within, with something close to ethereal brightness, Zane whispered against Noah’s lips, “Fuck me, Noah. I can take it…” He covered the hand Noah had around his erection and squeezed. “I want you so much.”
An awful, wonderful pain seized Noah’s chest. “You already own me,” he admitted, emotion turning his voice to all jagged edges. “Heart and soul.” With his slip of vulnerability, Noah claimed Zane with another rough kiss. He slammed into Zane’s ass with the same raw note and slipped to a place of pure, untapped need.
Ohhh fuck.
Noah kept his mouth latched to Zane’s, drove into the man’s slick channel again and again and again, smothering his dick in the most welcoming, tightest heat he’d ever known. Zane grunted with the more aggressive taking, but he reached out to brace himself against the porch railing, and even whispered a plea for Noah to fuck him harder.
Losing himself, Noah bit Zane’s lips, swelling and reddening them even more, and then shoved Zane away. Noah pressed Zane’s forehead against the railing, and he then gripped the wood with one hand. With the other, Noah ran his palm up Zane’s sweat-slick spine, and then right back down to the cleft of his ass, loving the hot skin under his fingers. He marveled that such a vision of masculine beauty was his to possess.
Noah watched himself as he thrust his cock into Zane’s body, two, three, four times. The sight of his shaft piercing Zane’s hole repeatedly, seeing a part of his body disappear into Zane’s, hearing the man’s prolonged moans each time the taking happened, rocketed Noah nearly all the way home. He slapped Zane’s ass, pinking the skin to match the color of his stretched pucker, and then groaned from all the way in his gut when Zane’s channel rippled around his dick like an endless line of wet, nimble fingers.
Ohhh shit, yes.
Yanking all the way out of Zane’s body, Noah then slammed his cock back inside, in and up, all the way to the root, and rocked Zane right up off his knees.
With the cry, “Oh God!” Zane jerked his head up from against the railing and his entire frame went tauter than a drum.
Going stiff instantly too, his heart stopping, Noah jerked Zane up until his chest rode the man’s back. He pulled Zane’s focus up to him. “Tell me you’re okay,” Noah ordered, his voice a croak.
Nodding, Zane dragged Noah’s hand down to his straining cock. “You feel so good…” He worked Noah’s hand with hard, fast strokes up and down his shaft. “Oh fuck, Noah…” Zane’s eyes widened, and he began to shake. “I’m coming again…”
Just as Zane erupted with another sharp cry, he shot thick lines of cum over the elevated porch to the rich green grass below. This time, when Zane’s rectum clamped in a series of suffocating spasms around Noah’s embedded cock, the piercing stab of gut-clenching pleasure was too great for Noah to fight.
Fucking shit.
Noah jolted too, shouting his joy to the great outdoors. He lost the tenuous hold on his control, and his orgasm unleashed a wickedly powerful river of seed from his balls. He spurted line after line of ejaculate deep in the confines of Zane’s amazing, burning hot ass, loving that every drop of cum leaving his cock marked a claim of ownership inside Zane’s perfect body.
At the end of his orgasm, Noah collapsed against Zane’s back, all strength leaving his muscles. He struggled to regain his breath, and his frame lifted and fell in great rolling waves on top of Zane. Beneath him, still attached to him in every way, Zane sucked in gulping breaths too as he worked to return his breathing to something that resembled normal. The feel of Zane’s sweaty, hot body beneath Noah’s awakened another level of possessiveness in Noah: a marrow-deep need to feel the younger man next to him in bed—everywhere—all the time. Noah was a monogamous, commitment kind of guy, and every ounce of his body and soul wanted Zane to be his life partner in every way, for always.
With that thought, with the certainty, and how he could feel the rightness of his emotions attaching inside him, all the way down to his bones, Noah stiffened.
He’s not ready. It’s too fast. He’s too young to say yes to forever.
At the same time those doubts crept into his bloodstream, Noah screamed a silent denial inside. Primal need surged through him and he began licking and biting Zane’s nape and shoulders with ferocious intensity, desperate to maintain a connection and keep Zane tied to him for as long as possible. Noah’s cock stirred in Zane’s ass.
The moment Noah thickened, Zane moaned and pulled his face out of hiding.
Zane looked over his shoulder, his eyes almost drowsy as he linked with the blur of Noah’s stare. “I love like hell just feeling you in my ass, and you can get me hotter than I ever imagined was possible, but I don’t think even your prowess can get me hard for a third time, this fast.” A small grin lifted Zane’s lips, and he brushed a light kiss against Noah’s jaw.
Noah gently rocked his hips against Zane’s ass, hungry for the slight friction, but tried to be mindful of his partner. He rubbed his hands up and down Zane’s outer thighs in a slow, sure pattern. “Are you sore?” He’d been more than a little rough, and he knew it.
New blooms of pink fought their way through the ruddiness already flushing Zane’s skin. “A little,” he admitted. Just then Zane’s rectum fluttered around Noah’s cock, milking Noah with the softest contractions in the most delicious way. Moaning once more, Zane added, “But at the same time I don’t want you to pull out or stop.”
His mouth pressed to Zane’s shoulder, Noah smiled against the warm flesh. “Like I said: insatiable.”
“Like I said,” with one blink, Zane’s gaze went from dreamy and sleepy to heated and full of open desire, “I’m only this way because of you.”
Noah trembled from top to bottom and a sweet pain pierced his chest. “Hell, Zane…” He needed to speak his heart, but the words wouldn’t push out through the lump in his throat.
“I know.” Zane pressed the side of his head against the top of Noah’s, and the slight contact felt like nothing so much as an enveloping embrace. “What you do to me too.”
Something inside the cabin beeped just then, and the sound so surprised Noah that he jerked up and back as if someone had shot at them. The move yanked his cock out of Zane’s ass, and Zane winced and shoved a hand down to his offended hole.
With a soft curse, Noah added his fingers to the mix. “I’m sorry. Fucking shit.” He rubbed at Zane’s pucker. Grabbing a fistful of the man’s hair, Noah pulled the guy’s head back and pressed a kiss to his lips. “The noise made me flash on where we are and what we were doing. I had a vision of the kids walking in on us while I have you bent over the porch railing with my dick up your ass.” As Noah put his underwear and jeans back to rights—neither had gotten any farther down than his hips—his mouth hardened with a grimace. “For a minute there I forgot we aren’t going to be alone all day and night.”
Zane lifted up on his toes and pressed a kiss to Noah’s cheek. “I know. Me too.” After giving Noah a quick squeeze around the waist, Zane backed up to the sliding door and into the cabin. “That was my phone, though. It’s probably Duncan. If he’s feeling weird again and is trying to reach me I don’t want to ignore it.”
Noah rushed in after Zane. “Of course not. Go. Check your phone.” Eyeing Zane’s nudity, and still feeling the tackiness of drying cum on his own fingertips, Noah veered away from Zane and went in another direction. “I’ll bring you a washcloth and a towel so you can clean up.”
Already fishing through his discarded clothing, without looking up, Zane said, “Thanks.”
Once Noah reached the bathroom, he took a minute to pull his cock back out, wash his shaft and balls, and then pass a fresh washcloth over his face, sweaty chest, and armpits. When he felt decently clean again he dampened two additional cloths for Zane, then grabbed a dry towel off the rack, and headed back to the living area.
“Zane,” Noah called, pausing at the kitchen bar. “Do you want something to drink? I could use some ice water.”
A small crash in response sent Noah running to the living area. He found Zane on the floor, clearly having knocked over a side table and sending its contents across the floor.
Fuck.
Noah didn’t give a shit about the broken lamp and picture frame. The ghostlike skin and lips making Zane appear as if he was at death’s door put a fisting clamp on Noah’s heart. Noah barely bothered to navigate the broken glass on his flying leap to Zane’s side.
“Baby?” Squatting in front of Zane, Noah rubbed freezing skin that only minutes ago had been searing hot. “What’s the matter?”
Bleak, wet eyes lifted to meet Noah’s gaze. “I’ve lost them.”
“What?” Noah snapped his fingers in front of Zane’s face, trying to get him back in this room, from wherever he’d gone in his mind. “Who?”
“She wins, and I let her.” Zane’s voice cracked, and Noah knew the young man barely held back an avalanche of tears. “Here.” Zane dropped his cell phone into Noah’s hand.
What the fuck?
Noah looked at the screen, and his legs went out too.
Jesus Christ.
Falling to sit on the coffee table, Noah stared down at the two-inch screen that to him seemed as big as the JumboTron in Times Square. And filling that phone screen was a clear-as-day picture of a naked Zane riding Noah’s cock, in their little lunchtime hideaway—an image forever captured of the first time they’d had sex.
Chapter 19
My life is over.
The words silently repeated in Zane’s head.
My life is over.
In front of him, Noah wiped his hand across his mouth, and he lifted an icy gaze to Zane. “What the hell?” Even harder lines took over Noah’s already harsh face. “Who sent this picture of us to you?”
A hysterical bubble of laughter, one Zane couldn’t control, escaped him. “Just keep scrolling. There is plenty more there. There’s a note at the bottom. She has found her weapon to take Duncan and Hailey away from me.”
“Your Aunt Patty?” Noah cocked a brow, as if he couldn’t believe the name leaving his mouth.
“Got it in one.”
As Noah looked down and scrolled his way through the rest of the photos, Zane didn’t have to peer over his shoulder to refresh his memory to what Noah was seeing. Patty had sent Zane a dozen pictures via text, many of them extremely graphic sexual moments captured during the first time Zane and Noah had sex. Then a handful of others featured the two of them passionately kissing and embracing as they pushed their way into that cheap motel room the second time they’d come together sexually. At the end Patty had attached a note that read:
I have dozens more just like these. I’m meeting with my lawyer about the kids.
Noah hurled the phone at the couch. “Son of a bitch.” His eyed turned as dark a pitch as Zane had ever seen them.
Zane’s heart wouldn’t stop squeezing, and his voice cracked as the ruination of all of his hard work swamped through his system. “I’m so stupid. She started being nicer to me, and she even sent me a birthday card. I invited her into my home to eat meals with us, and she started accepting. I thought that meant she finally wanted to be a part of our family. But all the time, she was being nice because…” Zane squeaked a wretched, forlorn little noise, “…because she must have suspected something … I don’t know how. She acted on a hunch, and I ran right to you and gave her everything she needed. After that she was just biding her time until she knew she had enough to bury me.”