Trey laughed and pulled his fingers out, eliciting a small whine from Zane.
Paper ripped. Trey had grabbed a towelette packet to wipe his hand.“Nothing wrong with waiting until you’re ready.” To Zane’s relief, Trey’s voice was thick with anticipation. “You’re bound to enjoy it more this way.”Zane was already enjoying it. He still held the box of condoms, his tensed-up hand having crumpled the cardboard. Trey rescued the squashed package and took out what he needed.Unable to resist, Zane turned his head to watch. As graceful as a sculptor smoothing a length of clay, Trey rolled the latex on.“Now I know I’m big,” Trey said, stroking his shaft more than he had to. “I promise you, though, you can take my mighty sword. You don’t have to worry about swooning.”“Fuck,” Zane said, startled into a laugh.Seeing his joke was appreciated, Trey grinned broadly. His mighty sword sheathed and ready, he cruised his hands gently up Zane’s back. “I love you,” he said. “I’m really glad you’re ready to try this.”He said this as easily as Zane would wish him luck on an exam. He seemed not to realize hearing it would stun Zane. Trey loved him? Trey wanted to say it? Zane knew they were best friends; more than friends, truthfully. Nonetheless, those words rocked his foundations.“Shush,” Trey said, amusement crinkling his eyes. “That’s a freebie. No need to think about it too hard.”“I—”“Shush,” Trey repeated before he could stammer. “New rules are I get to say what I like when I’m fucking you.”“You’re not fucking me yet,” Zane returned weakly.Trey leaned down to nip his shoulder. “Hairsplitter,” he mocked him.He drew his hands to Zane’s ass, pulling his cheeks apart. “Push out a little,” he said. “My cock is wider than my fingers.”It was wider, but by God it felt good. Being taken was different than being the one in charge. Something in Zane, something not of the body, felt like it was giving way. He was trusting Trey, more than he ever had before. Maybe it should have alarmed him, but that pleasure was as intense as the rigid pole pushing into him. Trey obviously liked penetrating him. Zane heard the hitch in his breathing, the little moan of bliss that caught in his throat.“Okay,” Trey panted, once he was halfway in. “Your erection might flag a little, but trust me it will come back.”Caught beneath the Chesterfield’s soft roll arm, Zane’s erection was solid as granite. “Um,” he said, “I think my libido is skipping past that part.”He arched to take more of Trey, the shift in angle allowing the other man to glide in all the way. That felt so awesome they moaned in chorus.“You okay?” Trey panted.“Yes.” Zane couldn’t help squirming. Stretched by Trey’s huge erection, he couldn’t decide if his back passage itched or just felt wonderful. “You?”Trey’s ragged breathing broke up his laugh. “My tattoo stings a little. It’s really making me hot.”Him saying so made Zane’s toes dig into the plush carpet. He swung one arm back to latch onto Trey’s hip. “Please don’t wait. Please fuck me right away.”Trey trailed his fingertips up Zane’s arm. “Okay,” he said, bending to kiss Zane’s shoulder. “You don’t have to hold me, though. I promise I’ll get you where you need to go. Your first time, you should just relax and enjoy.”Zane let go reluctantly. Leaving everything up to Trey didn’t sit naturally with him. With a quiet grunt of approval, Trey slid one arm beneath Zane’s chest, hugging him firmly for leverage. His other hand gripped the couch cushion. Something about the sight was unbelievably sexy. Their bodies situated, Trey retreated to Zane’s brink. Zane sank his teeth in his lip, dying for the pulsing organ to drive back in.Trey rocked forward with the perfect amount of oomph to push a gasp from him.Trey didn’t ask Zane if this felt good. Zane wasn’t his first, and he knew what he was doing. He repeated the thrust instead, building speed, building force, until Zane’s moans began sounding crazed. Trey had found his prostate. The flare of his glans ran repeatedly over it, the fatter center of his shaft adding a wonderful extra pressure to the proceedings. Zane even liked the smoothness of Trey’s shaven groin slapping him.“I can . . . rub your cock,” Trey offered, his chest wall tight behind him. “Sometimes taking it in the ass . . . isn’t enough to bring guys off.”In Zane’s experience, it was always enough for Trey.“There’s no wrong answer,” Trey assured him when he hesitated. “Ask for . . . whatever seems good to you.”Zane didn’t get a chance. Trey shifted his legs apart, maybe to improve his balance, or maybe just because. The move stretched Zane’s legs wider. His feet were stuck in the broadened stance, held in place by Trey’s weight and position. The sensation of being trapped heightened his awareness of Trey pumping inside him. Zane’s throat went tight, his lungs struggling to get air fast enough.Did Trey know what he’d just done to him? If he did, he’d done something to himself as well. His thrusts came harder, his hips slinging jerkily inward. The leather couch cushion creaked from the strength with which he gripped it. Hewas breathing as raggedly as Zane.“Hold my cock.” Zane panted out the order, sensing Trey didn’t have much longer. “Hold it . . . really tight and don’t rub.”Trey released the couch cushion, fumbling under his partner to get a grip on him.Trey’s fingers tightened and Zane cried out. His next cry was even hoarser, because of course Trey wasn’t satisfied with a simple hold. He’d always been fascinated by Zane’s foreskin. Now he cinched it with thumb and forefinger, forcing the retracted hood back above the flare. He shimmied it around Zane’s glans, pleasure stinging the sharpest nerves he had.“Take it,” Trey urged, his hips and his voice gone wild. “Fucking take your climax. Fucking come over my fingers.”Trey’s own words did a number on himself. He shoved hard, his cum flooding Zane with heat. The final jump and swell of his cock pushed against Zane’s prostate.“Zane!” Trey cried, pulling back two inches and slamming in again.Zane’s heart thumped a mile a minute, the ache in his lower torso deliciously suspenseful. About to die if he didn’t come, he threw back his head and bucked as hard as he could into Trey’s next thrust.The orgasm seemed to explode inside his brain.He spurted over Trey’s fingers, spraying the couch, the rug—hell, maybe half of Boston. This was a colossal ejaculation, more than could be accounted for by the week he’d gone without. Trey had touched off a switch inside him, and possibly in himself. That they’d been fucking each other five years now didn’t seem to matter. The twists and turns of their kinks still had some surprises left.They both were shaking when Trey sank over him.“Jesus,” he said, dragging his lax mouth across Zane’s sweat-streaked skin. “Tell me I didn’t hurt you at the end.”“You didn’t hurt me,” Zane slurred obediently.Trey pulled out with a groan, dropping from where he was to sit on the floor. “I don’t think I can stand up.”Without his weight, Zane felt as light as air. He squirmed fully onto the couch, then turned himself around. Trey’s damp dark head was near enough to pet.“Thank you,” Zane said. He meant for everything: the last five years, tonight, the future they were going to share together. Zane might not have cornered the market on introspection, but he knew this was a rare moment. In this moment, his life was very close to perfect.As if he sensed his thoughts, Trey drew Zane’s hand down and kissed its palm.Emotion overwhelmed him. How could he deserve this man? Trey’s kindness alone was humbling, his ability to forgive. Trey never held back his affection, no matter what Zane did. In the face of that, Zane had no right to deny him anything he wanted.“We could go back to Wilde’s tomorrow,” he offered impulsively. “See if the lobster is fresh yet.”Trey hesitated for one heartbeat. “No,” he said. “I expect we’ll be too busy to try their food again.”REBECCA’S heart pounded way too fast as she opened the passenger door and hopped out of the delivery van. Her head chef Raoul was driving, taking time off to help her. She owed him big for this, especially since—strictly speaking—he didn't work for her anymore. In the back of the van was his strapping son Dominic. They’d double-parked in the financial district, a busy area of Boston that mixed Colonial buildings and skyscrapers. Because Raoul couldn’t leave the wheel, Dominic was helping her offload her two shrink-wrapped six-foot-tall supply carts. Neatly packed onto the steel shelves was everything she needed for today’s menu. She knew this because she’d checked the contents as obsessively as her brother Charlie used to check his backpack for school.She couldn’t afford to forget anything today. Every detail had to go perfectly.She wiped sweaty palms on her clean black trousers, then grabbed the back end of the first cart to guide it down the van ramp with Dominic. He grinned at he
“I’d be honored,” he concurred.Dominic took his cue with a smoothness that would have done his father proud, pulling out the single chair for Hayworth. Hayworth took it, then let the young man spread his napkin and pour his water. That done, he looked expectantly at her.Rattled but not—she promised herself—shaken, she set the first plate in front of him.Hayworth’s ah of pleasure as she removed the lid was exactly what she’d hoped for.Two fluffy golden potato blinis sat on a clean white plate, one picture-perfect little pancake tipped rakishly atop the other. This base was surmounted by a glistening scoop of tomato confit, which she’d seasoned lightly with roe of cod. Rebecca explained the dish’s contents, stepped back, and allowed him to dig in.Hayworth did so, then swallowed his mouthful. “Oh my God,” he moaned gratifyingly, spooning into the dish again. “That is amazing.”His appreciation was just beginning. He adored her creamy Maine lobster bisque, and pronounced her lamb cho
THE line cooks of the world formed an effective spy network. They worked everywhere, knew everyone, and—most importantly—were bonded by a fellowship of incredibly grueling work. They were like cops in a way, only with knife rolls instead of badges. Nobody understood a cook as well as the guy who stood shoulder to shoulder with him at a blazing hot grill station. Having spent a sleepless night that strengthened her resolve not to give up too easily, Rebecca stumped to her kitchen wall phone at daybreak. Her targets also roused early, so this was a good time to call. Within fifteen minutes, she had the information her plan of attack required. Trey Hayworth’s limo driver, who bought his daily bagel and a cup from a cafe in Faneuil Hall, was ferrying his boss to his new restaurant’s site today. The decor was nearly finished, and Mr. Hayworth wanted to check on it. Rebecca dabbed concealer on her under-eye circles and dressed herself for battle. In her case, this meant throwing a light
“Rebecca,” he said, his tone as serious as the grave, his eyes rising with difficulty to lock on hers. “Believe me when I say I know I’m being inappropriate.”Her mouth fell open as he leaned down. Suddenly, her hands were on his front, not pushing him away but curling into his polo shirt. Boy, if this was how she reacted to a bit of attention, she needed to date more. She was tugging him toward her, and his arms slid warm and strong around her. His chest was broad and steely. As his head came closer, she rose on tiptoe.He licked a swipe up her parted lips, his tongue as soft as a rose petal.Rebecca’s breath shuddered out of her.“God,” he whispered and sealed their mouths together. He tasted like sun-warmed cherries.Rebecca wished he’d kiss her forever.“Mm,” he hummed like he had over her food yesterday. “Mm, Rebecca.” “Mr. Hayworth—“She lost her breath as he hiked her butt onto the worktop. The seat brought their heights closer. He angled his head and kissed her a second time,
She saw everything on his face as his cock slid in: pleasure, wonder, a flicker of being overwhelmed when being wrapped in warmth felt a bit too nice. Thenshe couldn’t keep her eyelids up. The sensation of being filled had to be savored.He didn’t rush his penetration, at least not until the end. Then he groaned and shoved harder, taking the last inch of her.Rebecca thrust upward to grind them both closer.He let out a growling noise, like this was the far side of too much. Even then, he didn’t start thrusting.“Please,” she begged, short nails curling into his shoulders. “Don’t make me wait for more.”His laugh was at least half moan. He did something with one knee that lifted her butt off the hard cool tile. “Hold on tight,” he said. “God, I want this so bad.” She didn’t know why he did, just that she was grateful. He drew back, and then—thank the Lord—he went at her fast: quick strong pumps that tugged her inside and out. She’d never gotten so much clit stimulation from plain old
REBECCA walked down the block and sat in her Versa, staring at nothing. She’d promised Trey she wouldn’t be sorry, but that was easier said than done. He was going to be her boss—probably, hopefully—which meant their relationship ought to stay professional. Now that she’d felt his athletic body pressed up to and into hers, she couldn’t imagine how she’d accomplish that.Not wriggling on the seat was impossible. Having Trey only once would never satisfy her. He’d been an amazing lover: vigorous, intense, with a knack for knowing what she wanted almost before she did. All he had to do was look at her with those hot green eyes, and she’d melt into a puddle.She dropped her head to the steering wheel and groaned. His cock had been lovely: its silky heat in her hand, the skill with which he used it to pleasure her. Her fingers curled at the thought of stroking his shaft again. Worse, they curled at the thought of embracing him.He’d cradled her at the end, as if she were precious. She’d fe
They spent a few hours on demo, getting disgustingly sweaty. After that, Rebecca showered and cooked a nice lunch for everyone. She expected the twins knew this would calm her, because they didn’t volunteer to chop. Their friend Jesse ate more than he talked but seemed knowledgeable about construction. He was a class ahead of Pete and Charlie, and they obviously looked up to him. Just as obviously, he looked up to his father—whose firm Rebecca planned to Google the second the boys left.She didn’t bring up the obvious: that Pete and Charlie could save her money by moving home again. They paid for their housing with part-time jobs because their independence was important. No matter how much she missed them, she had to let them practice leaving the nest.That, however, wouldn’t come to pass today. Relaxed now and happy to have them near, she lingered with the three of them at the kitchen table, sipping coffee while Pete and Jesse teased Charlie about a girl he liked. Given their circums
The email with Rebecca’s proposed employment contract arrived later that evening. It was long, but if she understood the legalese correctly, it was weighted more in her favor than TBBC’s. The salary seemed astronomical, the signing bonus overkill. She supposed Trey’s company paid the most to get the best, but could this be normal? She read the thing three times at the kitchen table to make sure she wasn’t overlooking a hidden catch. Maybe he’d lied about not sleeping with her again. Maybe she was secretly agreeing to be his sex slave.You’re neurotic, she reminded herself. Can’t too good to be true really be true sometimes?Constitutionally unable to bring herself to sign so quickly, she went down the steps to the cellar to mull over her alternate concern. Funnily enough, the gloomy old cellar looked better torn back to studs. Being her, she couldn’t resistcarrying a flashlight to the crack in the foundation. Now uncovered, it ran in jags from the wall’s top to its bottom. Though it