“I’ll bottom our first time.” He brushed another kiss to Zane’s mouth, watching as dark pupils expanded in his beautiful hazel-colored eyes. “You’ll be inside me.”
Zane’s hands gripped his ass tighter.
“Don’t worry, we’ll use protection.”
“I’m not worried.” Zane’s voice had dropped several octaves, sending chills down his spine and a scorching heat over his whole body.
He lifted using his arms and started grinding against the hard cock beneath him. Oh yeah, Zane wanted him badly.
“I’ll take it really slow,” he panted as he held off his own orgasm.
“Oh Isaac, baby, that’s not helping,” Zane groaned.
He shoved back upright to straddle Zane and gazed down at him, hips grinding. With a husky laugh, he kissed Zane again and stopped grinding down on the man’s cock. Reaching for the night table, he snagged up the condom and lube. Beneath Zane’s watchful gaze, he tore open the packet with his teeth. He slowly rolled the rubber onto Zane’s thickness.
“Fuck,” Zane hissed, arching his back.
Squirting lube into his hand, he used it to slather up Zane’s big, beautiful cock from tip to base.
“What about you?” Zane husked.
“I’ll do it.” He reached around to lube up his entrance. He slipped one finger inside, wanting to be tight.
Zane’s hands gripped his hips.
“What?” He tipped his head curiously.
“I’ve got it from here,” Zane rasped.
Lust rolled through him when Zane lifted him upward. Isaac reached down between them and positioned the tip of Zane’s cock at his entrance.
Zane’s big hands at his hips guided him down and he breathed out a deep breath as he was filled.
“Christ,” he gasped, and Zane stopped abruptly. “Noooo, don’t stop.”
Through clenched teeth, Zane let out a grunt of agreement and continued. He held Zane’s gaze while he sank down to the hilt.
“Nhhh fuck,” Zane groaned, holding his gaze, fingers digging into his hips.
Leaning forward, he kissed Zane’s lips. “Feels so good.”
Zane’s jaw was clenched so tightly that Isaac feared he’d break his teeth and he cupped the side of Zane’s face to get his attention.
Once he had Zane’s eyes back on him, he lifted up and then sank down. Zane’s pupils blew wide and then his eyes slammed shut. Isaac smiled and ground his ass back down. Each impalement was hard and hot, and pain gave way to pleasure the more he moved.
“I can’t hold it,” Zane groaned suddenly and tossed his head back, veins bulging at his neck.
He lifted up and then plunged down, fucking him repeatedly, and whispered, “Don’t hold it.”
Zane howled and convulsed beneath him, muscles coiled and bunched, his big body giving up shudder after shudder. So enthralled with Zane, his own release caught him by surprise and he gasped, slamming down one final time and exploding. Curling forward, he groaned opened mouth on Zane’s chest.
Strong arms curled around him, cinching him tightly as if the owner feared him leaving. He wasn’t going anywhere and tumbled down chest to chest, hips to hips, legs entwined.
“What are you thinking?” Zane’s hands moved up and down his back in slow, lethargic strokes.
“Nothing at the moment.” He smiled and lifted his chin to his arms and gazed into satisfied hazel green eyes. “What are you thinking?”
“There’s more about the story.”
“What story?”
“Of when I found out I was bi.”
“Tell me.”
Zane rolled him off, but didn’t go far. After tossing the condom in the small trash near the bed, Zane pulled him close. They lay side by side on the bed facing each other.
In halting words, Zane told him the story of Ryan. Isaac’s heart hurt for the young, teenaged Zane. God, he wished he could have been there to help take away some of the pain and confusion Zane must have gone through all the years since.
“I’m so sorry.”
“I thought for sure you’d be mad at me when I finally told you.”
“Mad?” He smoothed his fingers over Zane’s eyebrows, down his nose, and over his stubbled jaw. “Why would you think I’d be mad?”
“Because of all the time we could have had.”
“No. You weren’t there yet. When I first met you and the few years since, you weren’t ready.”
“I’m sorry.” Zane’s voice cracked.
“Don’t say that.” He squeezed Zane’s hand and linked their fingers. “We all have our own paths. No one person is the same as another. I’ve met men who’ve come out at age fifty and above.”
“You have?”
“Mmhmm, and that’s after they’ve married and had a family. What I’m trying to say is everyone has their own journey.”
“Diesel told me pretty much the same thing,” Zane admitted, some of the worry leaving his face.
“Your brother is a smart man.” He pushed Zane back on the bed and stretched over him.
“Yes, yes he is,” Zane agreed, sliding his hands over his hips and grasping his ass.
“But I don’t want to talk about him right now.” He leaned down and kissed Zane’s lips.
“Neither do I,” Zane replied, panting.
Zane
Isaac’s blond head was nestled against his shoulder and he smoothed a hand over his hip beneath the blanket. They’d gone at it several times last night. He’d done things with Isaac that he’d only seen watching gay porn.
“What are you thinking about?” Isaac murmured against his jaw.
That question seemed to be their go to and he wondered if it was because everything felt so new.
“Gay porn,” he said honestly, and then smiled when Isaac laughed loudly.
“If I wasn’t so confident in my skills, I might be offended.”
He chuckled, realizing how that probably sounded. “You don’t have anything to worry about.”
“Oh yeah? When did you watch gay porn?” One sexy blond eyebrow lifted.
“Through the years when I was single.” When he couldn’t fight his desires any longer. Then he’d meet a girl and he’d lock that part of himself away again. Only, it hadn’t worked the past couple of years.
“You surpassed all my expectations.” He squeezed Isaac tightly.
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah,” he responded huskily against Isaac’s lips.
“When are you heading out?” Isaac murmured, easing back.
“This morning.” He stretched. “It’s a fifteen-hour drive.”
Isaac made a face. “You should fly.”
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