Page 128 of Sycopation
Ray slid off his lap, and Zavier turned to scoop up the little package. Anticipation tightened Ray’s muscles and nudged him from his calm place, but he forced himself to breathe—and let the lust and thrill slip through him.
When Zavier lifted the item out of the box, it took Ray a moment to comprehend exactly what the metal contraption was. A moment later, he was on his knees, his mind in a whirl, blood hot and cock hardening. “Oh shit.”
Zavier held a cock cage. Stainless steel, if Ray had to guess. It came with a small lock that looked a hell of a lot stronger than the ones used for luggage.
The glint in Zavier’s eyes and the turn of his smile were a perfect mix of devilish desire and heartwarming amusement. “Should I take your gesture of submission as approval?” He stroked Ray’s cheek, but his smile said he already knew the answer.
“Well—you’re not going to get me into it, currently.” He was too damn hard now. “But yes. I want to try.” A different kind of bondage, another way to surrender his will to Zavier. He wouldn’t be able to get hard caged like that. Might come, but he’d read that was pretty uncomfortable. Every vein danced with need. Yeah, he wanted the cage on him, much in the same way he wanted to be spanked or bound or anything that made him heady and forced the world away.
Fingers traced over Ray’s chin and neck. “I think you’ll love it. And hate it. And look glorious caged.”
“Probably.” He met Zavier’s heavy gaze. “Gonna fuck me in it?”
A hitch in Zavier’s breathing. Good. Yes. Nothing turned Ray on more than when he flustered Zavier. Mostly because he had a pretty good idea what would happen next.
“Get up, strip, and put your hands on my desk.”
Yes—that. Those orders, whispered in that deep, gritty voice. Ray did as told, his whole body warm as his placed his palms down in the green blotter.
The signs of their life together were before him. Bills. Statements. Musical notation scribbled down on a pad. His own picture on Zavier’s desk.
A kiss landed on his back, then the sound of Zavier stripping and fishing into a desk drawer, probably for lube. “I was thinking about spanking you, but I think I’ll wait on that.”
When Zavier trailed his fingers along his sides, Ray twisted, but didn’t break his stance. “Getting soft in your old age?” Thatearned Ray a sharp smack that was part pain and all glory. He bit back a laugh.
Zavier breathed across his back and smoothed his palm over Ray’s ass. “Oh, I’ll make you cry like you want before the night’s through. But right now? Let’s just say that since I intend to beveryrough later, I want to be gentle now.”
He was, too. Lovingly so. Kisses along Ray’s spine as he entered. Zavier moved slowly inside him, pressing deep with each stroke until they were both rocking as one, gasping together, and working the rhythm toward the light they both sought.
Zavier stroked him, a slightly different tempo, but one that pulled waves of pleasure and drowned all Ray’s thoughts. “God, Zav...” Every time, it was like having lightning in his skin. Everything burned and built and threatened to spill.
A laugh. “You always feel so damn good.” Skin to skin, they moved until neither could keep oblivion away.
Ray tried to whisper Zavier’s name again, but could only groan. He was so close, nearly to the end of the world, because Zavier wasn’t just fucking him—he was making love to Ray.
Zavier spoke, words thick and breathless. “I want your come all over my desk. I want to sit here and see the stains your jizz leaves when I’m reading, when I’m paying bills. I want proof of this. Of us.” He thrust deep over and over again.
Ray lowered his head and moaned, his heart full, and shattered as waves of pleasure swept over him. He did exactly what Zavier had demanded, coming all over the pristine green blotter, turning the thick paper dark with his semen.
Zavier came a moment later, burying himself in Ray.
God, Ray loved that, too. The way Zavier shuddered and groaned as he emptied himself inside him.
They marked each other. Every time. Mentally. Physically. Emotionally.
Took both of them a little time to recover. Tissues cleaned up what the blotter hadn’t caught, and eventually Ray was curled up in Zavier’s lap again, this time naked and relaxed and so very sated. His heart beat in time with Zavier’s and was so full he couldn’t keep the words from spilling out.
“I love you so fucking much. I hope you don’t mind.” He pressed his cheek against Zavier’s, a little trickle of worry worming into his soul. “I can’t help it.”
That fear vanished when Zavier laughed. “I’d be a fool to mind,” he said. “And I’m honored you trust me with your heart, given everything you know about me...”
Ray tried to speak, tried to protest, but Zavier’s finger was on his lips, demanding silence and attention.
“Ray, seeing you happy, hearing you sing, watching you make our band into what it is—that’s mypassion. You’re like drumming or fine wine or?—”
“Really good sex?” Ray said against that finger, then licked it.
Zavier chuckled. “The best sex I’ve ever had in my life has been with you. Youaresex, Ray Van Zeller. And yes, that’s my passion, too.”
