“Well, I was thinking that we could do something.” RT’s mischievous tone had Z glancing over at him as he straddled his motorcycle.
“See,” Z said, pointing at RT with a frown on his face. “That tone right there. I hear promises of sex when you talk like that.” Z nodded his head back in the direction of where they’d narrowly escaped from without being seen. “Then I find myself breaking into a house.”
RYAN YANKED HIS HELMET OVER his head, kicked the engine over, and followed Z back to the beach house, laughing most of the way. He wasn’t laughing at Z, per se. Just Z’s reaction.
The fact that Ryan found it amusing that Z would prefer to get naked and sweaty again rather than work was a testament to the fact that what had happened that morning truly had been as good as Ryan remembered.
And yes, he was anxious to get Z naked again. And soon.
But work was work, and no matter how hot and bothered Z made him, Ryan couldn’t easily turn the switch off. They had an assignment, and with one day left before it could all come crashing down around them, the outcome was not looking good.
As a matter of fact, after overhearing Jericho’s telephone conversation, Ryan was beginning to believe that had been Jericho’s plan from the beginning. Did he know that DHS was looking to acquire the painting? If so, putting Sniper 1 Security in place to guard the currently nonexistent thing was the perfect plan. They seemed to be chasing their own asses, and Jericho was pulling all the strings.
Several minutes later, Ryan was ascending the stairs behind Z, going back into the beach house. He was trying to figure out what they could do for the rest of the day, something that would convince Z to forgive him for derailing their attempt at a day off, when all thought came to an abrupt halt. The instant he stepped inside, Ryan found himself plastered up against the wall, Z’s huge body crushing him.
“No more work today,” Z whispered, his big hand cupping Ryan’s jaw firmly.
“But—” Ryan truly didn’t have a rebuttal, but the retort came naturally.
“No buts,” Z insisted, his fingers grazing Ryan’s cheek. “Unless we’re talkin’ ’bout somethin’ else entirely.”
“Well, when you put it that way…” Ryan wanted to smile, but it was no longer an option when Z’s mouth came down over his, stealing the air from his lungs.
Slow and seductive at first, Z’s tongue coaxed Ryan’s lips apart, making him relax into the warm body pinning him to the wall. A mad crush of lips ensued, leaving Ryan clinging to Z, desperate to get closer. Years of avoidance and Ryan suddenly wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of the day lodged inside him.
Z’s words from earlier resounded in his mind. When it comes to you, I’ll take you any way I can have you, as you already know.
So yes, being buried inside Z sounded like a hell of a plan. Ryan had spent years imagining what it’d be like to take Z, never expecting it to actually happen, yet if things went the way he hoped, he was about to have the honor a second time. There was no denying that he’d thoroughly enjoyed being fucked by Z, but Ryan still craved that control, even if he wanted it stripped from him from time to time.
“Oh, fuck,” Ryan hissed, sucking in air when Z reached down and cupped him through his jeans, grinding the heel of his hand against Ryan’s rigid erection. The next thing he knew, his jeans were unbuttoned, the zipper lowered, and the warmth of Z’s bare palm was gently sliding up and down his dick.
“I need to touch you,” Z muttered. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”
Ryan gripped the back of Z’s head, pulling his mouth back to his, thrusting his tongue past Z’s lips, stealing his kiss, taking everything he wanted from the man. When Z’s grip tightened around Ryan’s dick, he had to pull his mouth away, letting his head thump against the wall while he succumbed to the pleasure.
The slick warmth of Z’s mouth suddenly replaced the calloused grip of his hand, making Ryan’s hips thrust forward as he looked down to see Z kneeling before him. Unlike last night, when he’d been straddling Z’s head, held in place by Z’s strong arms, Ryan had control this time, and he took it. Sliding his hands into Z’s thick, dark hair, he gripped him gently while Z swallowed his dick, sucking him all the way to the root.
“Fuck. You’re good at that.” The words escaped on a moan as he rolled his hips forward. “So good.”
When Z hummed his response, the vibration shot straight up Ryan’s cock and settled in his balls, making his body tense. He would not come yet, but fuck, he wanted to.
Holding Z’s head, Ryan began fucking his mouth, going slow and deep, watching the way Z’s lips wrapped tightly around him, every so often, Z’s tongue darting out to lick him. Before long, Ryan was fucking Z’s face at a steady pace, his body coated in a fine sheen of sweat as he let the pleasure overwhelm him.
“Stop,” Ryan cried out, pulling his dick from Z’s mouth as his chest heaved. “Don’t wanna come yet.”
Almost instantly, Z was back on his feet, his mouth on Ryan’s, the kiss ruthless and sweet at the same time. Ryan held on to him, thrusting his tongue against Z’s, trying to devour him.
Ryan reached for the button on Z’s jeans at the same time Z took Ryan’s dick in his hand again, stroking firmly. All thought fled, and his arms fell to his sides once again as he allowed Z to skillfully jack him. Just when he thought he was the one in control, Z proved him wrong.
Z’s mouth shifted, sliding over Ryan’s jaw, then lower, Z’s breath fanning his neck. “I could make you come just like this.”
Ryan grunted, knowing it was true.
Z’s lips trailed up his jaw then brushed the outer shell of Ryan’s ear. “But I’d rather have you fucking me when you come.”
Another rumble burst from Ryan’s chest, his cock throbbing in Z’s hand. Opening his eyes, he met Z’s hungry gaze.
“Upstairs?” Ryan asked.
“Right here.” Z stepped back, reaching into his pocket and retrieving…
Ryan laughed. “You come prepared.”
“I’m prepared to come.” Z smirked.
“Naked,” Ryan insisted, retrieving the condom and small packet of lube from Z’s fingers before shedding his own clothes and rolling the latex over his cock.
When Z was naked, his big hand gliding up and down his thick cock, Ryan found himself transfixed for a moment. Zachariah Tavoularis was the most beautiful man he’d ever laid eyes on. But not only that, he was so much more than a great body and an attractive face. He was sexy and funny and…
Ryan shook off the thought, not wanting to turn this into something more than it was. Right now, right here, this was spontaneous sex, something they both needed. Ryan wasn’t supposed to be conjuring up feelings for Z.
“Come here,” Z commanded, somehow still in control, though Ryan should’ve been.
Moving forward, Ryan kept his eyes trained on Z’s hand stroking up and down his thick cock. “Turn around,” Ryan commanded, flicking his eyes upward to meet Z’s.
Z turned. Slowly.
“Put your hands on the sofa.”
Z did as Ryan instructed, bending forward, his legs spread wide, an open invitation if there ever was one. Unable to resist, Ryan pressed up against Z’s back, resting his lips on Z’s smooth skin, sliding his hand around and jacking Z’s cock a few times, relishing the way the man moaned in response.
“You like that?”
“So fucking much,” Z groaned.
After coating his fingers with lube, Ryan resumed stroking Z’s cock with one hand while he teased Z’s anus with his fingers, pushing one inside, then two. He fucked him slowly, gently. It wasn’t long before Z had spread his legs wider, begging Ryan to fuck him deeper. He continued, scissoring his fingers in Z’s ass before pulling out.
He couldn’t hold back any longer, needing to feel Z’s body clamped around his dick. Ryan coated his latex-covered cock with lube and lined up to Z, guiding himself in slowly.