(ZANE)
"You can't just boss me around," I say, dropping my hands back to the bed. "Just because—fuck!"
He deep-throats me. I shudder and grip the strands of his hair, watching as I sunk in and out of his mouth. Those gray eyes flicker to me as he swirls his tongue across my slit. "Ready for more?" he asks in that sexy-as-hell husky voice.
He coats his fingers in lube before teasing my hole with one of them. As he wraps his lips around my dick again, he slides the tip of a finger inside me.
I suck in a breath and tip my head back as he pushes it knuckle-deep, moving it in slow circles. Blaine says he fucks hard. Yet, he prepped me with care. It makes me think of the kindness I know existes within him.
"I thought you said you don't do gentle."
He peers up at me with a wickedly hot gleam in his eyes. "Be patient. I might like to fuck rough, but I'm not an asshole. I don't want to hurt you."
The sound of a zipper snags my attention. Blaine shoves down his pants, and I softly groan as his hard cock springs free.
"What about condoms?" I ask.
"Don't need them." He kisses up my body before softly biting at my bottom lip.
"Diseases don't affect us. We can't spread them either."
"What about pregnancy?"
"I don't think you have to worry about that." I chuckl, feeling a blush spread to my cheeks.
"No. I mean. If you wanted to have kids, could you have them?"
"Yes." He glides the back of his knuckles along my jaw. "But a majority of us only bed men."
"So you're all gay?"
"All except for Valerian and Kian. Valerian is pansexual, and Kian is bi."
Blaine buries his face in the crook between my neck and shoulder. "I'd rather not talk about my brothers right now. They're too much of a hard-on killer."
I snort. And then the more I try not to laugh, the more I laugh.
Am I giggling because I am nervous? Probably.
Blaine grabs my chin. "Fuck. You're adorable." His mouth crashes against mine in a bruising kiss. I sense the gentle part of this night is almost over. I glide my hands along the cords of muscle in his arms, totally feeling him up.
He brushes his tongue against the seam of my mouth, a teasing lick, before reaching for the lube. The pop of the cap opening sends a rush of heat straight to my dick.
He settles back between my legs and slicks his shaft. Anticipation has me wiggling a little beneath him. Fuck.
I prepare myself for what I hope to be one hell of an orgasm. God knows I need it.
When Blaine positions the thick head of his cock at my opening and pushes forward, I sucked in a breath. He is definitely the biggest I've ever had. The thorough prep helped though.
He stops his advance and softly kisses me before easing in a little more.
The sting eases as my body draws him in deeper.
"That's it," he says as a small moan escapes my lips. He lowers his head and grazes his teeth along my neck, drawing his hips back before snapping them forward.
You feel me stretching you?"
"Mhm." I dig my fingertips into his lower back. Blaine rocks into me, slow at first. He lifts my ass off the mattress and braces a hand on the wall behind my head. He holds my weight like it is nothing. Which… yeah, is a massive turn-on. I emitted another moan, then pressed my lips together to try and suppress them.
"Zane?" He thrusts into me a little harder. "Don't hold back your moans. I want to hear them." "Only if I can hear yours too," I say, breathless. I hate when guys are quiet during sex. I want them loud and expressive. I want to know they were enjoying it.
A smile tugs at his lips. The sound of our bodies slapping together fill the room as he increases his tempo.
Even if I wanted to hold back my moans, I wouldn't be able to. Grunts leave his lips as he takes me hard. I am glad the bed doesn't have a headboard. Otherwise, it might put a hole in the wall. "Blaine," I whimper, arching my back.
He drops his face to my chest and secures an arm behind me to hold me up. I slide my hands down his upper back, then paused when I feel… something. Slits in his shoulder blades, one on each side.
Curious, I trace the edge before smoothing my finger inside. Blaine gasped as his body jerks.
"Is that…?"
"Where my wings are," he says, trembling as he parts his lips. "Fuck. Touch me again."
Is it an erogenous zone? I dip my finger back into the slit, and he groans deep in his throat, his hips snapping faster. I then did the same with the other shoulder blade.
The sounds leaving him… god. My arousal shoots to another level.
Precum beads at my tip, and I grind up against his rock-hard abs as he continues pounding my ass. The added friction brings me closer to release. My pulse quickens, and it feels like my heart will explode from my chest.
"Your ass is so fucking perfect," Blaine growls.
My fingertips brush against the feathers of his hidden wings, and his eyes rolled back.
"More."
When he nudges my prostate, I shudder and press my face against his neck. I'm not going to last much longer. And judging by the intensity of his groans as I finger-fucks the insides of the slits in his shoulders, I doubted he will either.
My orgasm builds and gathers in my base, encouraged by his thick cock hitting my sweet spot over and over again.
Blaine growls and thrusts faster, and then I am coming apart beneath him. He joined me seconds later, his cock pulsing inside me as he comes. His teeth clamp down on my neck, and I arch up into him with a gasp.
It triggers a second orgasm, and I whimper uncontrollably in his arms. Afterward, I slump to the mattress and tried to catch my breath.
Blaine nuzzle my chest before pulling out and getting off the bed.
"Where are you going?" I ask.
"To shower. Then to bed."
He never fully removed his pants before we fucked, only shoved them down low enough to release his cock. He tucks himself back inside them before grabbing his shirt off the floor. "Oh." My brains has pretty much been fucked to smithereens, so it is taking me a moment to process everything.
"You can stay for a while if you want."
"I never stay after sex."
"Oh," I repeat, unsure what else to say. He smoothes down his shirt before regarding me.
"I told you. I don't do gentle. Or romance. I fuck and I leave."
"I didn't say I wanted romance."
I pull the sheet up over my waist, feeling suddenly exposed. "I just didn't think you'd take off so fast after blowing your load."
"Pillow talk isn't my thing," he says before stepping toward the door. "Good night, Zane."
I watch him leave my room, confused by the strange feeling swirling in my chest. I'd known it was only sex. A mutual onetime hookup. So why does the sight of him leaving upset me?
"Stop being an idiot," I tell myself before sliding out of bed and going into the connecting bathroom to wash off.
My reflection in the mirror catches my attention. He's left a bite mark on my neck. I trace it with my fingertips, my stomach fluttering at the memory of when he bit me. That combination of pain and pleasure… damn, I've never experienced something so intense.
I tear my gaze from the mirror and approach the shower. When I slide back into bed later, Blaine's sandalwood scent lingers on the sheets.
I snuggle into them and close my eyes, trying to ignore the stupid ache in my chest.