Page 59 of Moonstruck
The idea of being in front of a camera was a little intimidating—he definitely had a face for radio—but it wasn’t like Zane wasn’t used to criticism. His mother had made sure of that. He snorted at the thought as he turned off the water and stepped from the shower to towel off before throwing on a t-shirt and joggers.
Zane wandered from the room, listening for sounds of Asa as he jogged down the stairs. Living in these houses was a constant game of Marco Polo. He tilted his head, his pulse tripping as he caught the sound of Asa’s voice and followed it.
He was in his office. It sounded like he was talking actual business this time, something about budgets and time restraints. It was weird to hear Asa talking about mundane things like construction costs like he was just another guy and not…well, a Mulvaney.
When Zane stuck his head around the corner, his dick instantly stirred. Asa was reclined in his big, black leather chair, his hair askew like he’d been raking his hands through it. He was also dressed casually in a vee neck t-shirt that showed off just the barest hint of his ink. He was so goddamn sexy, it took Zane’s breath away.
Asa caught him looking and gave him a slow smirk that shot through Zane like lightning, then crooked his finger, beckoning him closer. Zane followed without thought. Once he was in reach, Asa’s hand snagged him, dragging him down into his lap. He continued his conversation without skipping a beat.
“Listen, Gil. It’s too late. The plans are already nailed down. You and the board approved them. Budgets have been set, people have been contracted. The foundations poured. You’re beating a dead horse, buddy,” Asa said, his voice rich and smooth, his tone unbothered.
Zane couldn’t say the same about the other man. He couldn’t make out his words, but he definitely did not appreciate Asa’s candor. Zane let his head fall back against Asa’s shoulder, content to just feel the warmth of his body heat seeping through the thin layers of fabric separating them.
Asa was not content with that, it seemed. Zane sucked in a sharp breath as his free hand snaked beneath the waistband of his pants, making an appreciative sound when he realized Zane wasn’t wearing any underwear. He bit off a moan as his fist closed around his soft cock, teasing him until he hardened in his hand.
“If you didn’t like the design, the time to bring that up would have been a year ago. You know, when the board voted on the design,” Asa said, rubbing his thumb over Zane’s slit, gathering the precum there and smearing it over the head in a motion that had pulses of light flashing behind his lids and a moan rising in his throat.
He couldn’t help but press himself back against Asa’s now obvious erection as the man continued to shout on the other end of the phone. Asa clamped his teeth down on Zane’s ear, forcing him to bite his lower lip to keep from crying out. How was he so fucking composed all the time? Why was it so hot?
Asa squeezed the phone between his cheek and his shoulder, nudging Zane to lift up, then hooking his thumbs in Zane’s pants and tugging them down before doing the same to his own like it was the most normal thing in the world. When they were both exposed, he pulled Zane back against him, slowly rocking his hips so that his cock worked into the furrow between Zane’s cheeks. Oh, fuck. He was going to have his own teeth marks permanently imbedded in his lower lip if Asa didn’t stop torturing him.
“That’s between you and Jensen, Gil. You approved the building and material costs. You can’t decide you want to change the design once the project is under way just to save a few bucks. This isn’t your personal residence, it’s a fucking high rise.”
Zane nodded as if agreeing with him as he continued to grind himself against Asa, the catch of skin on skin making him crazy and desperate.
Asa spun his chair just enough to reach his top drawer and pulled what looked like hand cream from inside, pumping some into his hand before working it between their bodies. Zane shifted, feeling Asa slicking up his cock and then working the rest into his crease. Was he really doing this?
Asa cut the other man off mid-rant. “Gil, hang on for one second. I just have to deal with an urgent matter.”
Zane watched as Asa hit mute on his cell phone and set it on the desk. “Lift up. You know what I want.” Zane’s insides shivered at his low rumble, an entirely different Asa than just seconds ago. “You’re going to fuck yourself on my cock while you get yourself off. And you’re going to do it without making a single sound or being handcuffed to the radiator will feel like a vacation. Understand?”
“Yes,” Zane managed, breathless.
Asa took his mouth in a dirty kiss. “Good boy.”
Before Zane could even process his words, Asa forced his way into Zane’s body, robbing him of breath, his mouth falling open in a silent cry as his insides rearranged themselves to accommodate him. He was so fucking huge. Tears slid down his cheeks at the searing burn, but his cock was flushed and aching, and he shifted, trying to get Asa even deeper.
Asa arranged Zane so he had leverage to do as Asa requested, then picked up his phone, giving Zane a firm stare that made goosebumps erupt along his skin. “What are you waiting for?” he asked. “Oh, and you better make sure we both come before this phone call ends or else…”
Or else what?
There was no time to ask. Asa picked up his phone and unmuted the call. “Sorry about that. Where were we? Right, you hate the design.” He led Zane’s hand back to his cock as if reminding him what was expected of him.
Zane shifted, biting off a groan as Asa’s cock shifted inside him. He had to forget about the phone call, about Asa’s casual tone and his dismissive demeanor, and focus on the scent of him and the way the words he spoke puffed against his skin and the burn of his thighs as he worked Asa’s cock.
Asa never broke. His voice never cracked, his breathing never increased. His affect remained bored as he discussed figures and design details, but his other hand roamed, sliding up under Zane’s shirt to play with his nipples then down over his belly, his fingers teasing over his inner thighs, tugging at his balls until Zane’s whole being felt like a live wire, every touch sending shocks of pleasure along his body.
When Asa shifted in his seat, forcing himself impossibly deeper, Zane couldn’t help the desperate low groan that escaped. Asa smirked, slapping his hand over Zane’s mouth. “What was that, Gil? No, that was just one of the housekeepers. She’s emptying my trash can.” Asa knocked Zane’s hand out of the way, and Zane practically wept with relief as he began to jerk him off with a singular purpose until he was fucking up into Asa’s hand and then back down onto his cock. He was so fucking close, but he had no idea if Asa was into this or not. He was giving him literally nothing to go on.
“I don’t compromise. Ever. You hired me for my experience, my expertise, and my style. If you wanted to design your own building, you should have found a different architect.”
Zane’s gaze snagged on a black glass orb in the corner of the ceiling. A camera. Asa had said there were cameras everywhere in the house. Somewhere, there was a digital file recording them together. What did they look like together? Maybe Asa would show him the film?
Zane whimpered as Asa’s hand worked him faster. Did he have any idea how close Zane was to falling over that edge? Too close. In another second, it would be out of his hands.
“That’s just how it is, Gil. No need to get yourself all worked up about it. This isn’t emotional, it’s business.”
Asa’s mouth found Zane’s throat, licking and sucking a trail up to his jaw as he held his phone away so Gil wouldn’t catch on to their game. Asa bit down hard on Zane’s already bruised shoulder, right through his t-shirt, maybe even abusing the same marks. That was it; Zane was coming, his release spilling over Asa’s hand. He didn’t stop stroking him, though, even when he was squirming with discomfort and fighting to keep quiet.
