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 f**ked.
He wanted to keep at him, f**k 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 f**king 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 c**k 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 c**k 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 c**k 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 c**k before slamming himself down, taking Ty’s c**k 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 f**king. 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 c**k 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 c**k 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 c**k 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 against Ty’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. “That’s… ridiculously romantic.”
Ty laughed. “Don’t sound so surprised.”
Zane nipped at Ty’s bottom lip to stop the laugh. “I’m not.”
Ty reached up to kiss him again, slow and careful. “Better let me up,” he finally said with real regret.
Zane’s fingers tightened on his arms for a moment before relaxing and releasing him. “For now,” Zane allowed before climbing off him.
Ty lay there for a moment, still recovering. Then he sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed, fighting down the light-headedness that he knew would come after mind-blowing sex. “Back in a minute,” he said, and he headed for the door to the bathroom on unsteady legs.
He felt pretty confident in letting Julian and Cameron stay on their own for the night. After the noise he and Zane had made, the other two men could have no doubt what they’d been up to, and they were smart enough not to bother Ty and Zane tonight.