Page 72 of Syncopation
“Very good.” Zavier’s murmur felt like a kiss on Ray’s back, and every hair stood up in pleasure. “Now the zipper.”
He pulled the tab down, and waited. Zavier’s underwear was black and cotton, but whether briefs or some other style, he couldn’t tell. Nor did he find out, because Zavier pushed bothdown, freeing his dick and exposing the rest of his body.
Tattoos snaked down onto his hips and across his lower abs, and jutting from a thick bed of curls was Zavier’s cock. Not overly long, not overly thick. Like every other inch of Zavier’s body, it was too fucking perfect. “You’re unreal.”
A chuckle, and Zavier stroked himself. “I could say the same.” He slipped two fingers under Ray’schin and lifted until Ray was staring up at him. “Have you bottomed, Ray? Sucked cock?”
He shivered, and not from the AC. Hell, this close to Zavier naked, close enough to take that dick into his mouth, Ray was blazing with heat. “Yes. Both. Though—it’s been a while since I’ve bottomed.”
“You prefer topping?” Curiosity there.
“No.”
Zavier’s smile deepened at that.
That madeRay’s pulse rocket up. “But...people expect rock stars to be a certain way.”
A chuckle from Zavier. “I don’t.”
“That’s because you’ve been a rock star all your life.”
His smile slipped away. He touched Ray’s cheek. “No, I haven’t. I was lucky and privileged, that’s all.”
“Yet here I am, on my knees for you.” For Zavier. He closed his eyes.
Fingers danced over his cheek. “Wecan stop. If you need to, we can stop.”
Emotions tripped over inside Ray. The need for Zavier. All those years of wanting the man. His brashness and now his tenderness. None of it made sense, and at the same time—it did.
“I don’t want to stop.” He didn’t know why there were tears in his voice or eyes. He wanted the world to make sense.
“Ray, look at me.”
He forced his eyes open,made himself look up, up that glorious body and into those blue eyes.
“Do you trust me?”
That question again. “Yes.”
Oh, the grin. Part sweet, part devil. “Then suck my cock.”
He didn’t even hesitate, because this,thiswas what he wanted. He wrapped his lips around the tip and tasted the salt and musk of him. Slid his tongue around that shaft and took as much as he could inside,sucking and licking and mouthing the thickness.
Fingers curled into his hair. “Oh fuck, that’s good.” Zavier rocked back slightly.
Yeah, it was. So damn good. Zavier’s heat, the way he filled Ray’s mouth. The desire that sped down Ray’s body straight to his balls as he sucked and tasted him. The burn of his scalp from his hair being held. He slid his hands up Zavier’s thighs, wanting more,wanting to be claimed and fucked. He tried to take more in—once he’d been able to deep-throat just about any guy—but Zavier pulled back. Ray moaned in frustration.
A click of Zavier’s tongue was all it took to spiral worry down the same path need had taken just moments before. “As much as I would love to face-fuck you until I come down your throat—you do actually need that for other things.”
Like singing tomorrow night. Damn Zavier for being...responsible. Still didn’t stop Ray from trying and being stymied over and over again. He grabbed Zavier’s ass—
—and was rewarded by Zavier stepping away. Fuck! He met Zavier’s gaze. There wasn’t anger there, nor disappointment. But Zavier wasn’t exactly pleased with him.
“Do you understand what submission is, Ray?”
He shivered.He was supposed to do what Zavier said. Except he was also kind of doing what he wanted. Fighting with Zavier for control, trying to make him—Oh. Oh shit. He’d been trying to make Zavier face-fuck him anyway.
“I expect an answer.”
