Connor’s words dropped off suddenly as he dropped the bag on the table and began frantically searching his pocket once more. Then he was looking through all his pockets. His mouth opened into a wide O. “Oh God, I left them there. I went into her bathroom to take them out of the bag and I put them on the counter for a second…”
Zane did finally smile but Connor didn’t seem to notice as he snapped his mouth closed and then dropped down to sit on the bed. It wasn’t until he saw Connor’s hands sift through his hair that he realized the other man wasn’t amused by the situation.
“I knew I’d fuck this up,” Connor whispered. “I thought I could be that guy…”
“What guy?” Zane couldn’t stop himself from asking. Connor had yet to look at him.
“That guy from the garage. The one who could pretend he knew what the hell he was doing.”
Zane stood and moved to the bed. He forced his hands to remain at his sides even though what he really wanted to do was to reach out to Connor and make him release the death grip he had on his own hair. So he settled for pressing one of his legs between Connor’s to urge them open and the second they did, Zane stepped between them. That got Connor’s attention and he finally looked up.
“Is the guy who couldn’t wait to get his mouth on me still here?” he asked.
Connor’s tongue darted out to moisten his lips and it took everything in Zane not to lean down and taste him. And then Connor nodded his head and all other thoughts disappeared and Zane held his breath as Connor’s fingers reached for the button on his slacks.
***
Connor swallowed hard as his fingers fumbled over what was supposed to be a simple task of opening Zane’s pants. Button. Zipper. Didn’t get much easier than that. But for the life of him, he couldn’t manage it on the first attempt or even the second. Any minute now Zane was going to shake his head, let out an amused chuckle and call Connor some derogatory name that summed up both his clumsiness and his untimely bout with verbal diarrhea. And he couldn’t even blame his behavior on the brain injury that had so dramatically changed the course of his life…nope, his humiliating rambling and his inability to get to what was probably a spectacular cock was all him. He glanced up to tell Zane this whole thing was a waste of time but the words died in his throat when he saw the open lust in Zane’s emerald gaze. And just like that, a surge of energy went through him and he remembered Zane’s moan of pleasure as he’d come in Connor’s hand that night in the garage. This man - this beautiful, confident, experienced, powerful man - wanted him. He had no idea why and he realized he didn’t care.
Instead of reaching for the button again, Connor settled his hands on Zane’s outer thighs. Even through the fine material of his slacks, Connor could feel powerful muscles bunching beneath his touch. He let his hands glide up over Zane’s hips. As he began to pull the dress shirt free of Zane’s pants, Zane shrugged his suit jacket off and tossed it on the end of the bed. It took Connor a moment to get the shirt loose but instead of opening it, he reached his hands underneath and ran his palms over the hard muscles of Zane’s abdomen. Zane made no sound but a quick glance up showed he wasn’t unaffected because his eyes had darkened to an impossible shade of green and his jaw was clenched tight. The flesh beneath his hands was hot and tight and Connor took his time exploring each ridge and curve as he slid his hands around Zane’s back. His fingers dipped past the waistband at Zane’s lower back but he stopped himself from searching out Zane’s crease like he wanted to since he remembered Zane’s declaration that he didn’t bottom.
“Do it.”
The harsh, ragged voice above him caught Connor off guard in the silent room and he glanced up. His hand was still tucked down the back of Zane’s pants. But instead of touching him like Zane was giving him permission to do, Connor quickly removed his hands and tore at Zane’s button. His initial awkwardness had disappeared and it took just seconds to get Zane’s pants open and tugged down, along with his underwear. His eyes fell to Zane’s engorged, weeping cock but he gave it only a passing glance as he slid his hands back around to Zane’s ass. None of the men he’d ever been with had allowed him to touch them this way and he wasn’t about to waste the opportunity. The only thing that would have been better was if he could see all the glorious flesh he was feeling. But he wasn’t going to push his luck so he lifted his eyes again to watch Zane as he trailed his finger down the crease, gently dipping the tip between the mounds. Zane’s breath ticked up with every up and down glide of his finger. It wasn’t until Connor actually searched out Zane’s hole that Zane broke the eye contact between them by letting his eyes drift shut. And as much as Connor missed the connection, he reveled in the sight of Zane’s lips parting and his nostrils flaring.
Connor let his finger stroke over the wrinkly flesh around Zane’s opening as his eyes lowered to take in the sight of Zane’s nearly purple cock jutting out from his groin. He was as long and as thick as Connor had figured but the idea of all that flesh filling him up didn’t concern him in the least. Instinct told him it would be a perfect fit. Connor zeroed in on the heaviest vein running underneath the silky smooth skin. He wondered if he would be able to feel it pulsing beneath his tongue and didn’t hesitate to find out as he reached out and licked Zane from base to tip. Zane made no sound but his hips punching forward had Connor doing it again. As he traced the ridge of the flared tip with his tongue, Connor glanced up and saw that Zane was watching him. Connor was still gently playing with Zane’s hole but as he sucked the crown into his mouth, he closed both his hands over Zane’s hips to hold him still. He didn’t have a ton of experience with giving head but it never failed that his partners would shove down his throat before he’d managed to relax his gag reflex enough to accept them. But Zane kept surprisingly still and a moment of panic went through Connor that he was screwing this up. He was about to glance up when he felt fingers settle in his hair – not to hold him or control him. No, Zane was…God, he was petting him.
Forcing back the unexpected surge of emotion that stuck in his throat, Connor concentrated on relaxing his jaw so he could take more of Zane in. It took almost a dozen strokes to finally press his nose against Zane’s groin and he couldn’t help but inhale the musky scent of the man. He hollowed out his cheeks to add suction as he drew his mouth back up and a shot of victory went through him when he felt Zane’s fingers tighten in his hair. He’d never liked how rough his other partners had gotten when he’d done this to them but he suddenly found himself wanting more from Zane. God, he wanted anything this man would give him.
He let Zane’s cock pop free of his mouth and looked up. “Fuck my mouth,” he whispered as his eyes connected with Zane’s hooded ones. Connor sucked just the tip of Zane’s dick back into his mouth and then opened as wide as he could. He was rewarded with a punch of Zane’s hips and he moaned as Zane’s crown hit the back of his throat. He knew his words had unleashed something in Zane because he received no mercy after that as Zane slid in and out of him. Every few strokes Zane would surge inside and hold himself there as Connor tried to keep from gagging at the same time that he sucked as hard as he could. He had no idea how long Zane fucked him for but suddenly Zane pulled free of him and dragged him to his feet. A wild, ridiculous hope went through him that Zane was going to kiss him but Zane’s hands went for his pants instead.
“Off,” Zane muttered as he motioned to Connor’s hoodie. Connor quickly stripped the hoodie off as well as the T-shirt underneath. Zane was in the process of pushing Connor’s pants down when Connor grabbed him by the wrist.
***
It took Zane a moment to realize that Connor’s death grip on his wrist was meant to keep him from pushing his pants down to his ankles like Zane had intended. Electricity was still firing under his skin from the unexpected intensity of having Connor’s lush mouth wrapped around him and everything else was hard for Zane to process. That in itself was disturbing because this whole encounter was supposed to have been about control…namely him being in it. B
ut from the second Connor had touched him, Zane had felt his control hanging right on the edge. He’d barely managed to keep a leash on it when Connor’s fingers had played with his hole but he’d completely lost it once Connor had looked up at him with those pretty eyes and told him to fuck his mouth.
“What?” Zane asked, surprised at his own level of frustration. Shit, if Connor had changed his mind…
“You don’t have to take them off…I can just bend over.”
Since Connor’s grip on his wrist hadn’t eased even a little, Zane forced himself to draw in a deep breath. His silence seemed to bring back all of Connor’s nerves because he said, “Or you can turn around and I can get under the covers. We can turn the lights out and I’ll try not to let it touch you. Or I can take it off.”
Zane counted to ten to try and get his lust under control so he could try to figure out what the hell Connor was talking about.
“I’ll just bend over,” Connor quickly said and he released Zane and turned around. He pushed his pants down just low enough to expose his ass before placing his hands on the bed. Zane stepped forward and ran his palms over the round cheeks and as much as he wanted to pull them back to search out Connor’s opening, the change in Connor’s demeanor was bothering him too much. He was about to ask what was going on when he happened to glance down and saw that one of Connor’s hands had left the bed and was bunched around the waistband of his pants. Shock went through Zane as he realized Connor was desperately trying to hold them up so they wouldn’t pool around his ankles.
So Zane wouldn’t see his leg. Jesus.
Zane bit back a curse as he mulled over how to proceed. This hadn’t been what he signed up for.
“Please Zane, I still want it.”
The raw emotion in Connor’s voice had Zane leaning forward before he could think better of it. He wrapped his arm around Connor’s chest and slowly raised him up until Connor’s back was fully pressed to his front. His cock nudged hungrily at Connor’s ass but he ignored it and wrapped his other arm around Connor to keep him from pulling away like he clearly wanted. And the move had forced Connor to release the grip he had on his pants. Zane shifted enough so that he could feel Connor’s thighs pressed against his but only Connor’s right leg brushed Zane’s below the knee.
“I told you I don’t give a shit about the leg,” Zane murmured against Connor’s ear. God, it would be so easy to run his lips along the outer shell. He wondered if it would be one of Connor’s erogenous zones.
He felt Connor’s hand close over one of his where he had it resting on Connor’s chest. “He said that too at first…”
Rage went through Zane as he suspected who Connor was referring to. “Sutter?”
“Please Zane, I’ll just cover it. You won’t know it’s there,” Connor said in frustration as he tried to break free of Zane’s hold.
Zane turned him around. “Don’t compare me to Sutter,” he snapped.
Connor finally lifted his eyes to meet his but they looked hollow. “I should go,” he whispered.
Fury went through Zane as he closed his arms around Connor’s and lowered him down on the bed. He covered Connor’s body with his to keep him from moving and bit back a smile of satisfaction when their cocks rubbed against each other and Connor groaned and let his eyes slide shut. It was dirty pool but Zane wasn’t about to let that piece of shit Sutter steal this from Connor too. Or from him for that matter.
Zane reached between their bodies and began stroking Connor slowly. With each pass of his hand, he slid his body farther down Connor’s and marveled at the realization that Connor’s baggy clothes had hidden a truly stunning body. Even though he was tall and lean, every muscle bulged with definition and his abdomen was so ripped that Zane ended up running his tongue along the muscles before he could stop himself. And he was so fucking responsive!
Every touch of his fingers or lips on Connor’s body had him writhing in desperation and the whimpers of need were driving Zane crazy. He managed to slide to the floor while still maintaining the pressure on Connor’s dick but as soon as his free hand touched Connor’s thigh, Connor tensed up. Connor shifted up on his elbows and looked like he was about to say something but he remained silent as his hungry eyes spoke for him. Connor wanted this, despite the insecurity Jason Sutter had implanted in his brain about his leg.
Zane released Connor’s dick and reached down to work Connor’s pants off his legs. The shoes had to go first but when he got to Connor’s prosthesis, he hesitated. The shoe looked just like the other but he glanced up at Connor to make sure. At Connor’s nod, he carefully worked the shoe off the artificial foot. The pants took a little bit of work to get off and he heard Connor suck in a deep breath when Zane’s eyes fell on his prosthesis. He’d never actually seen one up close but it looked a lot like he would have expected – a flesh colored foot, some type of metal rod and a plastic housing that connected the prosthesis to Connor’s leg just below the knee. Zane knew Connor was already on the verge of calling this whole thing off so he didn’t linger or ask questions. But he did let his fingers drift over both legs as he worked his way back up toward Connor’s cock. It felt strange having hot flesh under one hand, cool metal under the other, but it sure as hell didn’t bother him. His own body was heating back up after the momentary cool down so he didn’t hesitate once he reached Connor’s dick. He just sucked it deep into his mouth and swallowed. His move seemed to have caught Connor off guard because he let out a surprised shout and then sat up to wrap his hands around Zane’s head.
“Oh God, yes,” Connor muttered as he began lifting his hips desperately. “Suck it harder,” he snarled and Zane felt his own dick jerk in response. He’d never before taken orders in bed from anyone, but then again, he’d never let anyone touch his hole either. So far he’d broken nearly all his rules today.
Zane sucked Connor farther into his mouth and added pressure as he let his tongue swirl around the slick flesh. He heard his name falling from Connor’s lips over and over and that got him even harder. Holding out had never really been an issue for him but Connor was turning out to be an enigma and Zane knew if he didn’t stop, they’d both end up coming before he ever got anywhere near Connor’s tight little hole. With that in mind, he gave Connor a final suck and then climbed to his feet. Connor’s eyes tracked his every movement as Zane searched out the condom and pack of lube he had in his pants pocket – the pants that were now wrapped around his ankles. But he didn’t have the patience to take them all the way off. He tore at the condom packet with his teeth and rolled it on. The lube was next and he slathered some on his length before settling between Connor’s legs.
“Lift up,” he said, his gravelly voice sounding harsh in the quiet room. Connor seemed to understand his meaning because he lifted his legs and wrapped his arms around the backs of his thighs. The move put him on full display for Zane and Zane let out a harsh curse at the sight of the entrance to Connor’s body twitching and pulsing. He actually felt his mouth fill with saliva as he thought about closing his lips around the opening and sucking on it but he pushed the thought aside. This was supposed to be a quick, fast fuck and nothing more.
Zane swiped some lube over Connor’s hole before he gently pressed against it with one finger. Connor bore down on him and hissed when Zane’s finger disappeared inside his body. Zane took his time working the lube into Connor and by the time he added a second finger, Connor was cursing up a storm. It proved to be too much for Zane’s raw lust and he quickly pulled his fingers free from the hot body that had sucked him in so beautifully. Zane wiped his fingers on the bedspread as he contemplated his final problem. His plan all along had been to take Connor from behind so he could keep the whole thing as impersonal as possible and while Connor had blown that idea to hell the second he’d touched Zane, Zane knew there was no way he could watch this man come apart in his arms.
“What? What is it?” Connor asked softly.
“Um, I want…I want to take you from behind,” Zane managed
to get out though it made him feel like a cowardly piece of shit to actually voice the words. But if Connor noticed that anything was off, he didn’t say it. In fact, it took just seconds for him to roll over. His eyes connected briefly with Zane’s before he lowered his head and took in a deep breath.
***
Connor’s whole body hummed with pleasure as he felt Zane’s cock begin to press into him. He pushed his hips back and waited for the pain that always seemed to accompany his partner’s initial thrusts but Zane didn’t push into him at all. He just hung there and Connor marveled at the feel of his body drawing Zane in. There was no pain, just an intense burning sensation and the strange feeling of being stuffed full. But even that passed as Zane slid deeper inside of him and by the time Zane’s thighs brushed his, Connor was ready to beg Zane to move. He hadn’t had any issue with Zane taking him from behind and he realized now that he was actually grateful for the change in position because this experience was tearing him apart inside. While he’d trusted Zane from the beginning, he hadn’t expected to be shown this much care and consideration. And he sure as shit hadn’t expected Zane to mean what he’d said about the leg. Jason had said the same exact words the first time they’d had sex but the second he’d seen Connor’s prosthesis, he’d asked him to take it off. But that had only served to freak Jason out even more and he’d casually draped a blanket over Connor in a way that his stump wouldn’t be visible.
“You okay?” Zane murmured as a big hand skimmed down his back.
Connor managed a nod but kept his eyes on the ugly floral print bedspread beneath him. His dick felt like a steel pipe hanging between his legs and he began going through drink mixes in his head in a desperate attempt to stave off his impending orgasm. But he couldn’t stifle a moan as Zane withdrew and then slowly pushed back into him. His whole body jerked at the flash of energy that went through it.
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