Page 78 of In Step

“Jesus, you’re killing me here.” His head fell back as he thrust into his fist.

“Behave.” I batted his hand away and threw a condom and lube on the bed, then straddled his legs, my heavy dick slapping against his stomach.

Kane licked his lips and eyed me coyly. “Can I?”

“No.” I tried for my best glare. “That way lies an embarrassing disaster. Now, turn over.”

He laughed and flipped onto his knees, burying his face in his pillow and wiggling his arse in invitation.

I groaned and ran my hands over the firm globes. “That move was never in the cherry-popping manual, mister, just saying.”

“Less talk, more tongue.”

“Who said you were gettinganytongue?”

“I did, because you can’t say no to me.”

That was too damn close to the truth to be funny and so I shoved my tongue against his hole, which silenced any further sass.

“Oh my god, your... shit,” He wriggled back. “Your scruff. Do that again.”

And so I did, brushing my chin over his taint and the back of his balls while my tongue slowly licked and worked him open.

“Damn, that feels good.” His legs trembled against me. “More.”

No problem there. I slid my tongue into his wet hole and...

“Fuck,” He drew out, then panted into the pillow as I worked him over, adding a slick finger and then two before reaching through with my other hand to stroke his cock, struggling to find a rhythm as my own dick ached for attention. I left two fingers in his arse and kept a hand around his cock while I sucked his balls one by one into my mouth.

“Oh, Jesus.” He shuddered and pushed his arse back, sucking my fingers deeper. “How do you do—argh, dammit, I’m too close. Abe, stop, I’m too—” He slammed a fist into the bed.

I pulled my fingers free, let his cock go, and collapsed back on my knees, hungry for air. “Turn over, baby.” I gently slapped his arse and he flipped to his back and got up on his elbows, his face red and sweaty from the pillow, eyes wild, looking thoroughly debauched.

He glanced at my cock and shivered. “Can I... do you need—”

“Not a chance.” I gave my dick a tug to prove my point, pre-come oozing. “If you so much as touch me, I’m gonna blow.”

His eyes danced. “Just a taste.Please?”

I tried for a glare and failed dismally when he drew his bottom lip between his teeth and batted his lashes, his finger moving closer and closer until it grazed the head of my cock.

“You’re a wicked man,” I groaned.

“And you love it.” His finger slid over my slit and then lifted slowly to stretch a thin thread of pre-come between the two until it snapped, and his finger disappeared into his mouth where he sucked it clean, a filthy groan rumbling in his throat, his eyes fixed on mine.

It was about the sexiest fucking thing I’d ever seen. “Jesus, Kane, if you want to be fucked, you need to stop that shit or I’m not gonna make it. I’m not kidding here.”

He gave a sly smile. “There’s always round two.”

I grabbed the condom packet and rolled my eyes. “I’m forty-four, babe. Round two needs more than a two-minute recovery time, and those guys are coming back, remember?”

His eyes widened. “Good point. Hurry up.”

“Oh, so now he’s in a hurry.” I swore as I fumbled with the condom, all thumbs and no brain, and then I slicked everything in sight before unloading half a tube of lube into Kane’s arse, much to his amusement.

With lube running out his hole, Kane wrapped his legs around my waist, and I nudged my dick into position. He fisted the sheets and took a deep breath, staring up at me. “Have I told you how much I like you?”

I blinked and searched his eyes, finding exactly what I knew he saw in mine. That this, whatever this was, whatever weweren’tcalling it, whatever pain we were flying headlong toward—we were in it together.

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