Because Naughty Holidays Can Be Oh So Nice 2015 (13 page)

Chapter Eight

ONCE THE GAME was finished and the rest of the family was in the kitchen breaking into the desserts, Ryan found himself being led up the stairs by Z.

“Where’re we goin’?” he asked Z, not really needing an answer. He already knew.

“We lost,” Z said, brooding. “I need to go pout for a little while.”

Yes, they’d lost, and Z had had to crown Shelby the queen of Christmas, but he’d done it with a smile. Then, he’d pouted. Or pretended to for Ryan’s sake.

Ryan allowed Z to pull him down the hall and into the guest bedroom at the far end.

When they stepped inside, he pretended not to know why they were there, but when Z locked the door behind them, it was pretty obvious.

“This isn’t my childhood bedroom,” he told Z, laughing when Z pushed him down onto the queen-sized bed.

Z tumbled on top of him, holding himself up. “Close your eyes, we’ll pretend.”

Unable to resist taunting him, Ryan closed his eyes.

“Ah, yeah,” Z mumbled softly. “I like you just like that.”

Ryan opened his eyes.

“Nuh-uh. Close them.”

Ryan closed his eyes once more.

“This is a fantasy I’ve had for a long time,” Z whispered, his breath fanning over Ryan’s mouth. “What it would’ve been like to sneak into your bedroom, to find you asleep on your bed.”

Okay, so this role-playing thing was working for him. Ryan’s cock swelled behind his zipper.

“Just like a teenager,” Z mumbled, grinding his hips against Ryan’s. “Hard and ready for me, huh?”

“Always,” Ryan admitted.

Z pressed his lips to Ryan’s, the kiss soft and sweet at first, but that didn’t last long. The next thing Ryan knew, Z was trailing down his body, his big fingers working open the button and zipper on Ryan’s jeans before he yanked them down.

Ryan instantly opened his eyes, watching as Z leaned forward and kissed the head of Ryan’s dick, causing him to suck in a breath.

With a glimmer in his dark brown eyes, Z smiled, then took Ryan’s cock in his mouth and sucked. Hard.

“Fuck,” Ryan hissed.

Z pulled back. “Remember, your entire family is downstairs. You wouldn’t want them to hear you, would you?”

Ryan clamped his teeth shut, grunting when Z took him in his mouth once more. The pleasure assaulted him. Warm, soft. Z’s lips suctioned around his dick, his tongue circling the head before he hollowed his cheeks and sucked, taking Ryan all the way to his throat.

This was definitely not a good idea. Not because Ryan didn’t enjoy Z tormenting him, but it was true, his entire family was downstairs, and more than likely someone would realize they were gone. It wouldn’t take much to figure out what they were doing, either.

Obviously Z knew that, because he stopped sucking and crawled back over Ryan, kissing him gently.

“Turn over, baby,” Z urged. “This is my fantasy, remember? So that means I get to take your ass right here in your old bedroom.”

“It’s not—”

Z shook his head as he placed his hand over Ryan’s mouth, effectively shutting him up.

“My fantasy. Now turn over.”

The deep rumble of Z’s command had Ryan’s dick twitching. He managed to roll over onto his stomach while Z worked his jeans down his legs.

“Feet on the floor.”

Ryan scooted down, allowing his feet to drop to the floor, his jeans now around his ankles. He felt entirely too exposed, but his cock was throbbing, desperate for what Z would give him.

Then Z was leaning over him, a lubed finger sinking into Ryan’s ass, slowly, gently.

“Mm. Gonna love feeling you wrapped around my dick,” Z muttered softly.

Yeah, Ryan had a feeling he was going to love it, too.

If Z would get on with it.

Ryan bucked his hips back, trying to take Z’s finger deeper. Z’s rough chuckle told him he knew what he was doing. Another finger joined the first, and Ryan was grateful that Z had thought ahead for this.

“Ready for me, baby?” Z rumbled against Ryan’s ear.

“Fuck yes,” he groaned, gripping the comforter in his hands as he bent over the bed.

Z shifted off of him, then grabbed Ryan’s hip. Ryan heard the sound of Z’s zipper, then the blunt head of Z’s cock pushed against his ass, and Ryan fought the urge to groan, biting his lip instead while Z worked inside him, filling him completely.

Ryan knew they had to be a sight. With their jeans around their ankles, their movements were limited, but Z was lying atop Ryan, his cock pumping deep inside him while Ryan tried to move, tried to increase the friction, to give Z a better angle, but to no avail. Not only was Z bigger, weighing nearly fifty pounds more than Ryan, the position kept him incapacitated, forced to take just what Z wanted him to have.

“You like me filling you?” Z asked, his voice so low it was hard for Ryan to hear him.

Ryan nodded.

“I would’ve snuck in your room every damn night for this,” Z said, nipping Ryan’s ear. “I would’ve waited until you turned off your lights to go to sleep, then I would’ve crawled up into your bed.”

Z pushed his hips forward, retreating slowly. It was a devastatingly slow grind, but it was working for Ryan. As was Z’s outline of events.

“I would’ve slipped beneath the blankets,” Z groaned against Ryan’s ear. “Spread your cheeks and fucked you with my tongue, eating your ass until you were begging for more.”

Ryan hissed, his dick pulsing. “Gonna make me come, Z.”

“That’s the plan, baby.”

Ryan turned his head toward Z. “Then fuck me. Hard.”

“That what you want?” Z asked, his voice rough, as though he was holding back.

“Yeah. Fuck me hard. Make me feel it.”

Z’s weight lifted off him, and Ryan was jerked back when Z grabbed his hips. He bit back a groan when Z slammed into him, impaling him on his cock, making him whimper as the pleasure pummeled him.

And just as he’d asked, Z pounded him, fucking him hard, fast, deep. So fucking deep.

It took everything in him to keep from groaning, to keep from begging, but he managed, biting his lip until he tasted blood while Z fucked him so perfectly.

“Ryan… Baby … gonna come.”

When Ryan felt Z’s dick pulse in his ass, he let himself go, coming without ever touching himself while Z filled his ass.

And that was probably the best Christmas present Ryan could ever ask for.

Z WASN’T SURE how he was going to be able to walk after that. Although he’d been the one to come up with the idea, the real thing had been far more intense than he’d thought it would be. And yeah, he hadn’t been lying when he’d said he’d fantasized about sneaking into RT’s bedroom, fucking him like that.

It had been phenomenal, only now he wanted more, and he knew he couldn’t indulge, because yes, there was family downstairs, and they would likely be looking for them soon.

A knock sounded on the door, and Z jumped back, stumbling and falling on his ass because his jeans were still around his ankles.

“Yeah?” RT called out, glaring down at Z as he fumbled to pull up his jeans.

“What the hell are y’all doin’ in there?”

Trace.

Z smiled up at RT.

“Be down in a minute,” Z called out, not caring if his best friend realized Z and RT were in there together. Knowing Trace, he had been planning to sneak Marissa up there, anyway. Although, unlike RT, Marissa’s old bedroom was still in tact, so they could’ve used it. Which meant Trace was just trying to fuck with them.

As though to prove him right, Trace’s deep rumbling laugh echoed through the door.

RT scowled down at him as he made his way to the adjoining bathroom. Z held up his hand, hoping RT would help him up, but he got no assistance, which made him laugh.

He managed to get to his feet, pulled his jeans up, and then joined RT in the bathroom to clean up. A few minutes later, after fixing his clothes and cleaning the mess they’d made on the comforter, Z stood in the bathroom doorway and watched RT pull himself together.

God, the man was so fucking beautiful. Z could’ve simply stood there and stared at him. And to know that RT belonged to him… There was nothing in the world that was better than that feeling.

Before RT could sneak back out, Z pinned him to the wall, kissing him slow and deep.

“I hope you’re up for round two when I get you home,” Z told RT, cupping his face and staring into those intense crystal-blue eyes.

“I’m always up for round two,” RT said roughly.

Z nodded toward the bed.

“At home, Z. I’m always up for round two
at home
.”

“Spoilsport,” Z muttered, kissing RT hard once more and stepping back.

RT laughed, which was a damn good sign.

“Come on, let’s go have dessert,” RT said, reaching for Z’s hand.

“Mmm, dessert.”

“Is your mind always in the gutter?” RT asked as they made their way through the guest bedroom.

“Always,” he assured his husband. “Double time when it comes to you.”

RT stopped before he opened the door, his eyes going to the bed.

Z looked over, then grinned before releasing RT’s hand and going to fix the comforter. “I assume Lilah will be doin’ laundry this week?”

RT looked up at him. “God, I hope so.”

Laughing, Z allowed RT to lead him back downstairs, where they found everyone sitting in the living room, having dessert and chatting it up. After filling a plate full of food, knowing he would pay for this later and have to spend two hours a day in the gym just to lose the ten pounds he’d likely gained since Thanksgiving, Z took a seat beside Hunter.

“What’s up? Why the long face? Oh, wait … that’s your normal look. Sorry, man.”

Hunter discreetly gave Z the finger.

“How’re things goin’?” Z inquired, chuckling.

“Good.”

Didn’t sound good.

Z noticed Hunter’s gaze strayed over to Max Adorite, Hunter’s brother-in-law.

“You heard from Dani lately?” Flinching as though Hunter was going to punch him, Z waited for a response.

He didn’t get one. Well, not verbally, anyway. He got the Kogan death glare, the one that made a normal man’s balls shrivel up inside him.

Not Z. He’d learned to deal with the Kogan death glare. Hunter and Conner had perfected that look over the years.

“So, what’s the plan for New Year’s?” Z inquired, figuring he’d given Hunter enough shit.

Hunter shrugged. “Don’t know yet. Y’all?”

“We’re thinkin’ about checkin’ out that club.”

Hunter looked over his shoulder at Z. “Club?”

“Yeah,” Z lowered his voice. “That sex club.”

“That place Dylan and Alex were talkin’ about?” Hunter inquired.

It was no secret that Sniper 1 Security was currently in talks with a small security company, CISS, looking to acquire them after one of the owners, Alex McDermott, had approached them a few weeks back. Turned out the company was having some financial hardships due to a string of events that hadn’t gone their way. RT and Conner were seriously looking to acquire them but had been in negotiations for weeks regarding how to handle it.

That wasn’t the exciting part, though. At least not for Z. During their negotiations, Z had had the pleasure of meeting Alex, getting to know him on a more personal level. Turned out that Alex and his business partner, Dylan Thomas, had been silent partners in a previous club—a fetish club—that had closed down in recent years. They’d mentioned a new club—Devotion—and had extended an invite for their big New Year’s bash.

Z was seriously trying to convince RT to go.

Hunter shook his head. “The day you get RT to go to a place like that, I’ll kiss your fucking feet.”

Z grinned. “You know how much I like a good dare.”

Hunter chuckled. “I’d leave that place to the big boys, Z.”

It was Z’s turn to laugh.

Oh, he was a big boy, all right. No doubt about that.

Chapter Nine

AFTER THEY’D HAD dessert and spent a couple of hours chatting with everyone, Ryan corralled Buddy and Z so they could get Buddy back to the nursing home before they sent out a search party.

The drive back was full of conversation and laughter, Buddy rehashing how much he’d enjoyed the evening. Ryan had remained relatively quiet, enjoying listening to Z talk in that animated way that Ryan loved.

It had been a good day.

And Ryan still had another surprise in store for Z tomorrow, one that he was looking forward to. Unbeknownst to Z, Ryan had managed to get Z’s mother, brother, and sister to come to town for the holiday, agreeing to have lunch at their house to surprise Z. It hadn’t been easy, due to everyone’s schedule, but they’d managed to work it out.

Ryan was looking forward to surprising Z. He was also looking forward to round two tonight once they finally got home.

“Thanks for inviting me,” Buddy told Ryan when they finally arrived back at the nursing home a few minutes later. “That was the best Christmas I’ve had in a long time.”

“We’re glad you could make it,” Ryan told him. “And like my father said, you have a standing invite from here on out.”

Buddy smiled, then patted Ryan on the back. “That means everything to me. Almost as much as giving you away”—Buddy looked at Z—“on your wedding day.”

Z grinned, then placed a hand on Buddy’s back, following him as he moved toward the doors that led to his wing of the home.

“Now, go tell your ol’ man good night, then you boys go on home,” Buddy told them when the electronic doors opened. “I’ll be fine. I’m gonna go have a chat with Thomas, let him know all that happened tonight.”

Ryan watched Z, noticed the way his eyes turned glassy for a brief moment, the emotion welling up there as it usually did. Ryan took Z’s hand in his. “Let’s go say good night to your father,” Ryan told Z. “Then we’ll go home.”

Z nodded and allowed Buddy and Ryan to lead him to his father’s room.

AN HOUR LATER, Ryan stepped inside their house, but before the door closed behind him, he found himself plastered against the wall, trapped by Z’s big body.

“Do you know how much I want you right now?” Z asked.

“You already had me once today,” Ryan reminded him, sliding his hands beneath Z’s jacket and pulling him close.

“Not enough,” Z mumbled, pressing his lips to Ryan’s. “Never enough.”

Ryan moaned against him, allowing his tongue to slowly slide into Z’s mouth, keeping the kiss gentle. It would be too easy to let things get out of control quickly. And since they always did, Ryan enjoyed these moments when he could leisurely explore Z, loving the deep moans and groans that rumbled in his chest.

“I love you,” Ryan whispered against Z’s mouth. “So much.”

“Love you, too,” Z whispered back, his hand sliding between their bodies and reaching for the button on Ryan’s jeans.

Ryan grabbed Z’s wrist. “Hold that thought,” he mumbled against Z’s lips.

Z pulled back, peering down at him.

Ryan took Z’s hand and sidestepped him, then pulled him toward the kitchen. “I’ve got one last surprise for you.”

“Ryan, you already got me the—”

Ryan silenced him with a hand over his mouth, then pulled him into the kitchen and took a step back, watching Z’s reaction.

“What the hell is all this?”

Ryan laughed at Z’s bewildered expression, watching as Z looked around the kitchen, taking note of all of the wrapped gifts sitting on the counter.

“You didn’t think I picked up on your hints, did you?” Ryan asked, leaning against the wall.

Z glanced over at him, then turned away again, walking over to the counter.

Ryan, with Shelby’s help, had wrapped all of the items and placed them where they belonged in the kitchen.

Z touched one of the wrapped items. “Let me guess, a Keurig coffee maker.”

Ryan nodded.

“And a set of measuring cups,” Z said, turning to the other items on the island.

Z looked over at Ryan. Ryan nodded again.

“Oven mitts?”

Ryan smiled.

“Why did you do this?” Z asked, still clearly confused.

Ryan moved closer and wrapped his arm around Z, pulling him in. “I was too worried that I wouldn’t find the perfect gift, so I ordered all that stuff you circled in that ad. I thought maybe you could help me make lunch tomorrow.”

Z’s eyebrows lowered. “Lunch?”

Ryan nodded. “Just a small get-together. Trace, Marissa. Nothing big.”

Truth was, Trace and Marissa weren’t coming, but Z didn’t need to know that. It provided Ryan with a good cover, so he went with it.

“Lunch. Tomorrow.” Z looked around the kitchen again. “But I didn’t get you anything else.”

Ryan smiled up at Z. “And that’s not the point. You’re the only gift I need. The best one I could ever ask for.”

A smile formed on Z’s mouth and Ryan knew what was coming. Something dirty and salacious, and yes, that was another reason he loved Z so damn much.

“Well, I’ve got an idea,” Z whispered, jerking Ryan to him. “And it involves you naked.”

“I like where this is going,” Ryan told him. Definitely liked where this was going. “Mind if I shower first?”

“As long as I can shower with you.”

“Thought you’d never ask.”

Z DIDN’T LINGER in the shower with RT. He teased him briefly, washed them both, and then got out, tossing a towel to RT before slipping into the bedroom.

“Don’t come out until I tell you,” Z instructed, smiling when RT huffed.

Moving with purpose, Z snatched the box he kept hidden in the closet, retrieved the few items he needed, then set up the bedroom, lighting a few candles along the way. When he was finished, he took a step back and surveyed the room before telling RT he could come out.

RT walked out, naked as the day he was born, and Z took a minute to look at him. Smooth skin over sleek muscle. Damn, the man made him hard.

“Sit,” Z ordered, pointing toward the chair in the corner.

RT looked at the bed, then over to the chair.

“No bed tonight,” he told RT. “Gotta mix it up a little.”

RT smiled, though Z could tell he was trying to keep from doing so. He moved slowly across the room, then lowered himself into the extra-wide, oversized upholstered chair RT sometimes used to read.

Once RT was settled, Z moved around behind him.

“What’re you doin’?” RT asked when Z took one of his hands and pulled it over the arm of the chair, securing it to the Velcro tie that he’d looped under the chair.

Z didn’t answer him, simply moved to his other side and secured that hand, too, ensuring RT couldn’t move his arms.

“Blindfold or no blindfold?” Z asked, holding one in his hand just in case.

RT shook his head. “Wanna watch what you do to me.”

Z was okay with that. He loved when RT watched him, loved seeing the expressions flitter across his face.

“Spread your legs,” Z instructed, then knelt in front of the chair when RT pushed his knees apart.

Z started by kissing the inside of RT’s thigh, slowly working his way up, keeping his eyes trained on RT’s face as he licked and kissed him. When Z made it to RT’s cock, RT relaxed in the chair, his focus between his legs.

Swirling his tongue around the head of RT’s dick, he closed his eyes and hummed his pleasure.

RT grunted, his hips bucking slightly, but Z pressed down on his thighs, holding him in place while he laved him, keeping a slow, steady pace. He didn’t want to rush. He wanted to savor every second.

“You taste good,” Z told RT, sucking on the engorged head, teasing the hole with his tongue. Instead of taking RT in his mouth, Z placed kisses along the underside, moving downward. He briefly licked RT’s balls, long enough to have RT’s body going rigid.

“Z,” RT hissed.

Z smiled, then resumed his feast, licking, sucking, tasting.

While he continued to play, Z retrieved the lube he’d stashed under the chair, then squirted a generous amount in his palm before lubing RT, stroking him slowly, leisurely while he sat at RT’s feet and watched.

“Good?” Z asked, teasing RT more.

“So good,” RT said through clenched teeth, his eyes darting from between his legs where Z was jacking him, up to Z’s face, and then back down again.

Releasing RT from his grasp, Z got to his feet and took his own cock in his fist, stroking slowly and watching as RT’s eyes glazed over. Z reached for RT’s head, sliding his fingers through the wet, blond strands and pulling RT forward. He grazed the sensitive head of his dick across RT’s lips.

“Open for me,” he ordered.

When RT did, Z shifted his hips forward, pulling RT’s head toward him and sliding past those smooth, warm lips.

“Suck me, Ryan.”

Since RT couldn’t use his hands, Z had complete control, and he used it to his advantage, driving his dick into RT’s mouth slow and easy, forcing himself deep while he watched RT’s face.

“I could watch you do this all day,” Z told him. It was true.

For several more minutes, Z enjoyed the pleasure of RT’s mouth, but when it became too much, he pulled back, not ready to come just yet. He released RT’s head, then applied more lube to his hand, this time working his dick until he was slippery.

He had to get creative with his next plan, because the chair was low, and Z’s legs were long, but he managed to work a couple of pillows beneath RT before he planted one knee on the chair, then grabbed RT’s legs and worked his dick inside him, watching RT’s face flush as Z fucked him slow and easy.

“Never tire of this, either,” Z groaned. “So fucking tight.”

RT growled, and it was obvious he was trying to control things, but being restrained, he was at Z’s mercy. Just the way Z wanted him.

“Don’t you dare come,” Z warned RT.

RT narrowed his eyes at Z, a clear warning of his own, which made Z’s balls draw up against his body. He was going to come and he was going to come soon.

But not yet.

Z pulled out of RT after long minutes, then crawled into the chair, straddling RT’s legs. Thank God the chair was big or there was no way the two of them would ever fit on it, but that had been one of the reasons Z had picked this particular one. So he could do this.

As he sat astride RT, he reached behind him, gripped RT’s thick cock, and guided it to his entrance.

“Fuck,” RT growled when Z lowered himself onto him, taking RT inside him with ease.

“Ah, yeah.” Z continued to watch RT. “You like when I ride your dick, don’t you?”

RT groaned, his body tense, his hands pulling at the restraints.

“Need more?” Z asked, smiling at RT.

“You know I do,” he ground out.

Z gave RT just what he needed, impaling himself on RT’s cock, riding him hard and fast until they were both breathing hard. Z fisted his cock, stroking in time with the movement of his hips as he lifted and lowered himself on RT.

“You ready to come for me?” Z asked.

RT’s ice-blue gaze lifted to meet Z’s and he nodded.

“Come for me, baby. Come deep in my ass.”

Z didn’t slow, his thighs screaming from exertion as he continued to ride RT until Z saw the moment RT lost that hard-won control he was so often keeping a firm grip on. It was in these moments that Z felt like the king of the world, capable of robbing RT of that control, sending him over even if RT was the one fucking him into oblivion.

“Fuck… Z… Ah … damn.” RT’s hips bucked and then stilled, his dick pulsing in Z’s ass.

That triggered Z’s release, and he gripped his cock tightly, shooting across RT’s chest, which earned him another thrust from RT as he groaned again.

“Merry Christmas,” Z whispered, leaning forward and kissing RT softly.

“Merry Christmas,” RT said with a sigh, relaxing into the cushion and closing his eyes.

Best damn Christmas ever.