Page 45 of Sycopation
“I thought you’d want to watch me jack off.” Zavier was taller, but not by much. Pressing so close to him from behind, he’d not see much at all.
“I told you—” Zavier’s hot breath skimmed over Ray’s back and shoulders “—this is about you.”
Ray blinked his eyes back open, mostly because if he didn’t he’d fall over from the dizziness of having Zavier literally a breath away. Bet if he leaned back, he’d meet Zavier’s chest. God, he was so fucking hard.
“Stroke yourself,slowly.” Zavier emphasized the last word, and his breath caressed Ray’s neck.
Ray did as told, wrapping his hand around his dick and giving it several much-needed pulls. He bit his lip and stared at the sheers. Fuck, this wouldn’t take long.
Zavier clicked his tongue. “I said slowly, Ray.” Fingers dug into his hips. “Listen to me and do what I say—not what you think I mean.” Disapproval dripped from every word.
Ray’s heart leapt into his throat. Shit. He couldn’t even jerk off right. “Um. I thought that was slow.” He took the strokes down a notch.
“Slower.”
And again.
“Slower, Ray.”
Andagain. Fuck! He ran his hand bit by bit up and down his shaft, each inch painfully good. He wanted so much more than this, wanted the quickness and oblivion of orgasm. Not the torture of being aware of every inch of skin, of Zavier’s body, and those hands at his hips.
“Yes. Like that. Very good.” It might have been Ray’s imagination, but he swore he felt Zavier’s lips brush his neck. Every nerve tingled, and a grunt slipped out.
A chuckle. “Run your thumb over the head. Slick it with your precome.”
Oh god, that felt so fucking good. Ray tipped his neck back and sighed. If he let go enough, he could almost imagine it wasn’t his hand around his cock—especially since it wasn’t his mind directing. He tried speeding up.
A snort and fingers dug into his hip again. “Ray.”
Right, so even withoutseeingRay’s hand, Zavier knew.
“Play with your balls.”
That made Ray close his eyes and groan. He had lightning in his veins. This whole thing was too fucking hot. Got even hotter when Zavier made him spit for lube like on some porno and finally—finally—let him pick up the pace. Then it was all listening to that deep voice as Zavier told him what to do. Speed up, slow down, circle the head. Twist. Go fast. Stop. Ease a tight fist down to the root. On and on until Ray couldn’t see or think straight.
Every hint of praise from Zavier sang up his spine to his head. Every huff of displeasure singed his soul.
“Fuck.” Ray’s legs trembled and he rocked his hips into his hand, too aware of Zavier’s fingers holding him. “This what you do to someone when you jack them off?” Maybe Zavier was right—he wouldn’t survive.
This time Zavier’s lips did touch his neck, a press of wet heat, a laugh, and hot words burned against his skin. “No. Most often they’re tied down, with my fingers or my cock in their ass.”
Oh hell. Now that was an image. Bound and utterly at Zavier’s mercy? Being filled by him? Ray’s rhythm faltered, his balls tightened, and the world threatened to turn to white and flames. “Oh, shit. I’m close.”
Teeth scraped his neck. “Don’t come.”
Fuck,fuck. His veins were on fire. “What?”
“Don’t come until I say, Ray.” A huff of hot air. “But don’t stop, either. Same pace as before.”
No way in hell. Not when he was this close. Spots dotted his vision and his body burned for release. “I can’t.”
“Yes, you can.” He couldn’t tell if Zavier pulled him back or stepped forward, only that he met Zavier’s chest. The hard length of a jeans-covered dick rocked against Ray’s ass.
He gasped at the contact. Proof positive that Zavier wanted him. Actually wantedhim.
Zavier spoke so low, so sexy. “Jack yourself like before, like I taught you. But don’t come.”
This was going to kill him, but he couldn’t stop listening to Zavier. Couldn’t stop obeying him. Struggled not to break and shatter against him.
