30. Say It
30
SAY IT
Maddox
Once we’re inside my house, Zane grabs my shoulders, kisses me ferociously for a few decadent minutes, then wrenches apart. His eyes are hard. “Did you forget me?”
I shake my head, adamant. “As if I could.”
“You sure about that?”
“Positive,” I say firmly.
“Did you get off to me?”
“All the time. We do everything in my fantasies.”
That earns me a firm, hard kiss. “Been thinking about how I want to have you tonight.”
“Maybe share some of those ideas,” I tease.
But there’s no mischief returned in his eyes—only a stark honesty that erases my smile. Then he says, “Bare. I’ve never done that. I’m negative.”
I heat from the intensity of his gaze, the truth of his declaration. We’re starting something real, no matter the risks, no matter the challenges to our careers. Well, mostly mine now. We haven’t worked out the practical details yet. I haven’t shared all the possible plans I’ve been sorting through. But they all begin and end with this— us. “I’m negative too,” I say, desperately. “I want to feel you raw. Any way you want to have me.”
Zane presses his forehead to mine, whispers out a potent, “Yes.”
That one word feels like it’s ours tonight. Like we’re both finally saying yes at last, yes in every way to this undeniable, irresistible connection that sparked hot and bright the night we met.
I cup his chin so I can press a kiss to his lips, a long, lingering one that also says us .
When Zane’s trembling from my slow, seductive kiss, he breaks away from me. He shakes off the fog of lust in his eyes, then switches gears.
Taking over.
With a cocky smile, he regards my face, my chest, my body. “Look at you, my sexy, smart-mouthed man who threw down for me tonight. You got me so fucking hot when you said you were driving me to my hotel. When you told Trace you’d deal with him tomorrow. When you just up and left with me. You’ve been turning me on since I arrived.” He coasts his mouth along my jawline, murmuring sweet nothings as he goes. When he reaches my ear, he says, “And now I have this whole scene playing out in my head.”
Sparks race down my body. Scene . This man knows me too well. “Tell me.”
“To get dirty, we’re gonna need to get wet…” he begins, then we work out the rest of the details.
Hot water beats down on us. Zane crowds me against the black tiled wall in the shower as he roams his hands down my chest. “Gonna drive you crazy tonight,” he rasps out.
“News flash—you already are,” I say, gesturing to my aching cock, pointing at him.
“Mmm,” he hums, wrapping a fist around my shaft, stroking lightly. I shudder, indulging in his touch once again. As he plays with me, his eyes travel around the shower to the shelf that holds my shampoo and soap. There, he finds the glow-in-the-dark dildo I put there before we got in, along with lube. Letting go of my dick, he presses the toy into my palm. “Put it on the wall. That’s how you do it when you think of me, right? You like to jerk your cock while you fuck the dildo?”
His dark gaze holds mine knowingly.
Like I’d even try to lie about desire. “Yes. You fuck me in my shower sessions,” I admit without shame, only arousal.
Taking the toy, I find the right height in seconds and push it against the wall. But before I can turn, his hand comes around me, covers the toy, slicking it up with lube. Then, his palms slide down my ass. “Close your eyes, Mad,” he tells me.
I comply.
There’s the click of the bottle. The drizzle of lube. His fingers pressing into me. I groan from the intrusion, but seek him out in a dirty bedroom rhythm.
“Yesss,” he grunts approvingly, then he eases out and spins me to face him.
“Line up and fuck that toy for me,” he says, sliding his fist down his shaft as he stares wickedly at my body.
I back up, reach behind me, and guide the toy home.
His mouth parts. “Fucking yes,” he says, then everything happens in a flash. He drops to his knees, grips my hips, and kisses the tip of my dick. “Treat that toy like it’s my dick,” he urges me. “Put on a show.”
I’ve missed his dick so much. I’ve missed all of him. I swivel my hips, my body shuddering, my hands curling around his shoulders. It’s so good to hold onto him while I do this.
While I show Zane my want.
My sex drive . How it matches his.
“Harder. Need to see exactly how much you missed me,” he says, reading my mind, reading my heart.
“Missed you so much,” I groan as I thrust faster on the toy for him, savoring the pressure, the stretch.
He drops another tantalizing kiss to my crown, sucking on the head. “Mmm. I think you deserve to get fucked and sucked at the same damn time by the man you missed,” he says, then hauls more of me into his mouth, sucking fervently. Soon we find a decadent rhythm here in the dark and the steam of the shower. Sounds of sex mingle with the patter of the water, the heat of the rainfall.
Zane digs his fingers into my hips while his mouth lavishes decadence on my length.
I’m caught up in the sensations spinning through me—his tongue, the toy, his hands. I can’t stand much more. I’m too intoxicated. My arousal owns me, but I need to last for what we’ve planned. “If you don’t stop, I’ll come,” I warn.
He pops off, then rises, maneuvering me off the toy. When I’m free of it, he clasps my face, meets my gaze. “This is us. This is how we fuck. And I love it.”
All I can do is answer with a guttural, me too, before he claims my mouth in a passionate kiss that’s a promise of what’s to come.
The setting is fitting. Work always came between us. Eventually, I let my obsession with it break us.
Tonight, the only business in this home is pleasure.
In my home office, he’s tied me to a black chair at my desk, binding my wrists to the arms with the sapphire tie I wore the first day in Venice and the burgundy one from the night I met him.
Zane stands in front of me, appraising me as I sit. I’m naked, and he’s got a towel wrapped around his waist, and that excites me, the power play.
“Look at you. Sitting here in your power chair, like a deal-making king. Gets me so fucking hot,” he says, rubbing his palm along the ridge of his erection tenting the towel.
My breath comes fast as I watch him stroke. “I can tell.”
“Someday, someday really fucking soon, I want to tie you up when you’re wearing one of your suits.”
“I’ll come home late from work. You’ll grab me by the tie,” I say.
“I’ll bind your hands with your expensive belt, and take you hard while you’re half-dressed in your tailored clothes,” he says, then gestures carelessly to the desk. “I’ll bend you over the desk. Same place where you find all those loopholes in deals,” he says, prowling past it, dragging a finger along the wood.
My dick twitches from the dominance in his voice. “Worked on yours right here.”
His breath hitches. He strides right up to me, runs a hand through my hair, then curls it nice and tight around my skull. Gripping me. “Fucking love this sexy brain of yours. How hard you work, Mad. Everyone knows how hard you work,” he whispers harshly, then bends, meeting me eye to eye, but still holding me fiercely. “But you know what they don’t know?”
I lift my chin, the answer coming instantly. “How I like to fuck,” I say, owning my pleasure.
A sexy rumble comes from his throat. “You work hard. You fuck hard,” he says. Then he drags his knuckles down my face. “But no one else gets to know that .”
“No one but you,” I say, finishing for him.
“Not a single soul but me. Ever ,” he echoes, like we’re making another promise. We’ve always been exclusive but we couldn’t say so. Now, even though we haven’t discussed the details, we’re declaring ourselves out loud. “You know what I want right now?”
I do, and I crave it too. “Same thing I jacked off to last night,” I hiss out.
He groans like an animal. “Me fucking too,” he says, then he goes to his knees, grabs my hips, and tugs me to the edge of the chair. After he angles me, he licks a long line down my shaft and he doesn’t stop. He travels to my balls, sucking each one, then roams his tongue down to my ass. He flicks it there. Right there. A dark, delicious bliss rushes through me.
“Yes, this is my favorite,” he murmurs, then dives back in, licking me mercilessly.
My stomach tightens from the outrageous bliss. My chest heats up. The sensations are so intense. Then, they’re even better when he slides his hands under me, curls them tightly around my ass, moaning as he devours me. When he thrusts his tongue inside me for a few hot, delirious seconds, my brain flatlines. “Won’t last long if you do that,” I whisper.
That thrills him, it seems, since when he lifts his face, he looks savage and wildly happy. “Look what you do to me.”
He rises, whips off his towel, grabs his leaking dick. Like he’s so damn proud of how turned on he is.
Yeah, me too. “How about putting that hungry cock in me right now?”
Lazily, he slides a hand down his length. “Patience, handsome.”
“Fuck patience. Fuck me instead,” I taunt.
He grins, like he’s won the jackpot. Quickly, Zane unties me, drags me up, and kisses my shoulder. Next, he licks my throat as he strokes my dick, picking up the pace. I swear Zane is trying to kill me with pleasure tonight.
Soon, I’m this close to shooting in his talented hand when he stops, smacks my ass, and growls, “Couch now.”
In no time, I’m on my hands and knees on the couch that he’s covered in a big towel. He kneels behind me, grabs the lube, and slicks up his cock with a few quick strokes. After he drops the bottle on the couch, he slides his coated fingers in me one more time. But I don’t need much prep. I’m ready for him. When he lines up at my entrance, he stills, breathes out hard. I’m on edge, waiting.
But he’s not moving.
I turn to look at him. His eyes are squeezed shut, and he’s gritting his teeth. “What’s wrong?”
I don’t like to be concerned during sex. I hope he’s okay with everything we’re doing. “We can stop,” I say, though I’m not sure why he needs to, since we mapped this out.
His eyes fly open, then he slides a hand up my back. “Nothing is wrong, Mad,” he whispers, sounding reverent, touching me like he adores me. “I just needed a moment to get my wits together before I fuck the only man I’ve ever fallen for.”
Oh, god. Oh, hell. Goose bumps rise everywhere on my skin. I swallow roughly, hunting for words, but they fail me. I just nod, barely whispering out an I know . Then, he notches the head of his dick against me, pushes in, and it’s…everything.
Him sinking into me.
Him covering me.
A fire rages inside me, and I stoke it. “Gimme more,” I urge.
“Take it,” he growls.
And when he’s all the way in, I sink to my chest, my arms at my sides. With just the force I want, he pushes the side of my face into the cushion.
Yes, fucking yes.
“Like that?” The question comes out tenderly. It’s the first time he’s done this to me.
“Just like that,” I murmur, confirming I’m all good.
Then, he twists my arms behind my back, gripping my wrists together with one hand. With his other hand, he tugs my ass higher.
Slowly, torturously slowly, he eases back. “This what you missed? Your man taking care of you?”
I shudder. “Missed this so much,” I moan into the cushion.
He pushes deeper, taking his sweet time. “Your man spending all night pleasing you?”
“Every night,” I mutter, and I’m not even sure I can speak anymore. My brain is melting. My body is molten, and I’m lost in the sensations. His hands pinning me, my face shoved into the pillow, his cock driving home.
But most of all, I’m falling apart from his demanding words.
“Need you to do something for me,” he mutters.
“Anything.”
“Say it. Say my man is fucking me ,” he instructs.
My heart is on fire now too as I turn my face, meet his dirty gaze as best I can. “My man is fucking me,” I say, and I’ve never seen Zane look as blissed out as he does right now.
Like he’s about to shoot first. But that’s not his style.
Instead, he lets go of my hands, jerks me up so my back is flush to his chest. “Stroke that dick. Wanna see you come,” he growls.
I grip my shaft. In a few quick pumps, pleasure annihilates me until I’m shuddering and unloading on the towel. I collapse onto my forearms under the weight of a world-class orgasm. But even while gasping for breath, I pant out an order too. Sometimes, I like to give them. “Come on me. All over me.”
Zane pulls out, shuttling his fist along his length. I watch as the man shoots on my back with a roar. When he finishes, he slides his palm through his release, slowly, like a caress as he spreads his orgasm all over me. Marking me . Claiming us .
He collapses, falling to his side, pulling me next to him, both of us smeared in the evidence of the way we need to fuck. And like this, coming together, I can see our future day after night, night after day.
I’m sure he can too, as he whispers in my ear, low and tender. “Maddox.”
“Yeah?”
“I’m yours. I have been since the night I met you.”
I smile, feeling the passion and all the possibilities ahead of us. “I know. I’ve always known.”
I just had to find a way through our present so I could reach for our future. And now, I have it.