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Author: Fae Sutherland
chance to experience it all right there in his arms. It was too 30
Gambling On Maybe
by Fae Sutherland
enticing an offer to refuse, which was why Stephen had showed up when he'd intended to ignore the offer.
When it came down to it, he hadn't been any more able to turn Zach down than he would have been able to turn down the chance to draw another breath.
There were no words, but none were needed as Stephen slid farther down, finding tightened nipples and the tender, sensitive flesh drawn across Zach's ribs. He traced his tongue over ever ridge, every sloping plane, every sharp curve and, just like when he got on his motorcycle and took to the desert highway on the weekends, it was an exhilarating ride, leaving him breathless and wishing for more.
Except this time he could have more. He could taste the offer of it, whatever he wanted, however much he wanted.
Zach was offering it all and damned if Stephen could refuse.
After a slick of lube, fumbling fingers were brushed aside by slim, expert ones guiding the condom into place without hesitation. One finger, two, like a wicked dance with each step synchronized as Zach urged him on with frantic moans and hands stronger than they looked gripping him, pulling him closer.
More, more, more. Zach's body begged, and Stephen answered the silent pleading with a firm, deep thrust that sank him right into fucking heaven.
It was madness, wicked hot, liquid madness, and their lips met as they moved together. Hard thrusts, arching hips, teeth scraping lips and jaw and neck. He growled, and Zach answered with a throaty laugh, soft and dangerous in its seduction. Stephen could feel himself winding around one 31
Gambling On Maybe
by Fae Sutherland
little finger and every movement drew him tighter, firmer, into Zach's grasp.
Fucking hell if he cared right then.
His throat was dry, their bodies slicked with sweat despite the faint, distant hum of the air conditioning, the cool air blasting over them, but doing nothing to lessen the overwhelming heat being generated.
Over and over, harder and harder. Zach shoved at his shoulders and the world shifted and Zach rode him like he was a goddamn trick pony. Dark eyes wild, pale cheeks flushed, small hands splayed on Stephen's chest as he worked his hips hard and fast, gazes locked.
Stephen's hands gripped Zach's hips, not to guide—God, the man didn't need help there—but just to touch, to hold, more to brace himself for what was coming than anything else.
What was coming was a torrential whirlwind, whipping closer and closer, with every sultry roll of narrow hips, every flick of a pretty, pink tongue across parted, gasping lips.
Stephen couldn't look away and welcomed the oblivion hovering just out of reach.
And then it wasn't out of reach; it was right there and he managed somehow to have the presence of mind to reach down and stroke Zach with him, biting back the completion that rattled his cage, unwilling to go there alone, by God.
He shouldn't have worried. Zach's eyes widened and went more than a little hazy at almost the same instant Stephen realized he couldn't stop the end anymore than he could have stopped the beginning. Like it was meant to happen and he 32
Gambling On Maybe
by Fae Sutherland
was just a puppet in a play. Who held the strings, he didn't know, and in that moment didn't care.
His shout mingled with Zach's sharp cry, both bucking, and he dragged the young man down to claim his lips in the last seconds, as the waves crashed and cocks jerked and the scent of sex filled the air so Stephen thought he would never get the smell out of his mind. Permeating. Submerging.
Covering him in Zach. And damn it was beautiful.
Long moments passed with the silence filled only with panting breaths and lingering moans, the wildness of the past moments gone and leaving only aching muscles and satisfyingly sticky skin.
"Holy shit."
Stephen's lips twitched at the hoarse, breathless comment.
"You weren't kidding."
He
Gambling On Maybe
by Fae Sutherland
enticing an offer to refuse, which was why Stephen had showed up when he'd intended to ignore the offer.
When it came down to it, he hadn't been any more able to turn Zach down than he would have been able to turn down the chance to draw another breath.
There were no words, but none were needed as Stephen slid farther down, finding tightened nipples and the tender, sensitive flesh drawn across Zach's ribs. He traced his tongue over ever ridge, every sloping plane, every sharp curve and, just like when he got on his motorcycle and took to the desert highway on the weekends, it was an exhilarating ride, leaving him breathless and wishing for more.
Except this time he could have more. He could taste the offer of it, whatever he wanted, however much he wanted.
Zach was offering it all and damned if Stephen could refuse.
After a slick of lube, fumbling fingers were brushed aside by slim, expert ones guiding the condom into place without hesitation. One finger, two, like a wicked dance with each step synchronized as Zach urged him on with frantic moans and hands stronger than they looked gripping him, pulling him closer.
More, more, more. Zach's body begged, and Stephen answered the silent pleading with a firm, deep thrust that sank him right into fucking heaven.
It was madness, wicked hot, liquid madness, and their lips met as they moved together. Hard thrusts, arching hips, teeth scraping lips and jaw and neck. He growled, and Zach answered with a throaty laugh, soft and dangerous in its seduction. Stephen could feel himself winding around one 31
Gambling On Maybe
by Fae Sutherland
little finger and every movement drew him tighter, firmer, into Zach's grasp.
Fucking hell if he cared right then.
His throat was dry, their bodies slicked with sweat despite the faint, distant hum of the air conditioning, the cool air blasting over them, but doing nothing to lessen the overwhelming heat being generated.
Over and over, harder and harder. Zach shoved at his shoulders and the world shifted and Zach rode him like he was a goddamn trick pony. Dark eyes wild, pale cheeks flushed, small hands splayed on Stephen's chest as he worked his hips hard and fast, gazes locked.
Stephen's hands gripped Zach's hips, not to guide—God, the man didn't need help there—but just to touch, to hold, more to brace himself for what was coming than anything else.
What was coming was a torrential whirlwind, whipping closer and closer, with every sultry roll of narrow hips, every flick of a pretty, pink tongue across parted, gasping lips.
Stephen couldn't look away and welcomed the oblivion hovering just out of reach.
And then it wasn't out of reach; it was right there and he managed somehow to have the presence of mind to reach down and stroke Zach with him, biting back the completion that rattled his cage, unwilling to go there alone, by God.
He shouldn't have worried. Zach's eyes widened and went more than a little hazy at almost the same instant Stephen realized he couldn't stop the end anymore than he could have stopped the beginning. Like it was meant to happen and he 32
Gambling On Maybe
by Fae Sutherland
was just a puppet in a play. Who held the strings, he didn't know, and in that moment didn't care.
His shout mingled with Zach's sharp cry, both bucking, and he dragged the young man down to claim his lips in the last seconds, as the waves crashed and cocks jerked and the scent of sex filled the air so Stephen thought he would never get the smell out of his mind. Permeating. Submerging.
Covering him in Zach. And damn it was beautiful.
Long moments passed with the silence filled only with panting breaths and lingering moans, the wildness of the past moments gone and leaving only aching muscles and satisfyingly sticky skin.
"Holy shit."
Stephen's lips twitched at the hoarse, breathless comment.
"You weren't kidding."
He
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