Feel My Pain (Curse Bound 1)

“You asked,” Roach said, helpless, but he wouldn’t blink when he stared at Zane, enamored as if Zane was a stack of pancakes drizzled with maple syrup. Well, he was definitely drizzled, because the cock in Zane’s hand spilled pre-cum onto his fingers.

So what if Roach hadn’t showered after work? The intensity of his scent somehow made Zane even hornier, and he rubbed his face against the damp top, gasping when he sensed the hair underneath.

“Take that off too,” he demanded, finally all the way down on his knees, between sturdy thighs, about to help himself to the juicy meat.

Roach did as asked without question, and dumped his long sleeve into the bathtub, delectable like a pinup in a fetish mag on dirty, sexy handymen. Pants and underwear pooling around his work boots, hair in disarray, cheeks flushed, hairy chest and abdomen on show, dick hard and eager. The cockroaches tattooed on his arm seemed to twitch to life as he gasped for air.

“Anything else?” Roach whispered, eager to please the man who’d murdered his family.

He must have cared for them very little.

Zane’s gaze slid to the damp cockhead staring at him with its one eye, and he couldn’t keep down a shiver that danced all the way down his spine and snuck into his ass, no matter how unwanted that was. “Yeah. Don’t come right away,” he said, sliding his free hand over the hard thigh, all the way to Roach’s balls. They were heavy now, as if Roach hadn’t come earlier this evening.

Come to think of it, this would be their third fuck today, since they’d also gotten frisky at the library. Was it the novelty, or the curse that created so much sexual tension? Zane didn’t know and didn’t care, because Roach didn’t lack stamina to keep up with him.

“Huh? I… I can try,” Roach uttered, reaching out to stroke the long hair cascading down Zane’s shoulders.

This was just too adorable. Zane looked up, and their eyes met, feeding the heat in Zane’s loins until he had no choice but to press his lips to the wetness at the top of Roach’s cock. Musky and rich, the pre-cum tickled his mouth until he couldn’t resist and licked it all off with a gasp.

And his stupid hair fell into his face, getting stuck to the dick.

“Hold it back.”

“But…” Roach’s breath sped up. He didn’t come up with a way to finish his sentence. Maybe because his only reason could be ‘but I’m so horny’.

He smelled so intensely Zane was getting lightheaded already, and the fingers in his hair were like spurs urging him to go faster.

“No, dumbass, hold my hair away,” Zane grunted and let go of Roach’s balls to pull his bear paw where it was wanted.

“I’ll get to see you better,” Roach said, and it took one glance at his grin to know he was the happiest man alive now. He didn’t smile like that even at Gale.

Zane snorted and rolled his eyes back while he pressed his tongue flat against the shaft. His stomach squeezed, his throat relaxed in anticipation, but he couldn’t resist the teasing. “Sure, look at my stupid blowjob face.”

“It’s hot. You’re… such a hunk, and sucking dick. I love it.” Roach held Zane’s hair away as told, but still stroked his face with the thick fingers of his other hand, and each caress fueled the heat under Zane’s skin, which rapidly spread all over, as if there were coals embedded in his flesh and keeping him in a state of delicious bliss.

“That’s what they all say,” Zane whispered, but he was too into it to laugh at the compliments. They were welcome as he put his heart into the wet kisses he placed on Roach’s hairy balls and up his dick, until the kiss to the head turned into a firm suction that somehow popped a phantom champagne bottle in Zane’s head.

Jesus fuck, how did this guy taste so good after a whole day of running around and sweating? Maybe it was the curse, but Zane was too preoccupied with the pre-cum drizzling down his tongue to question any of it.

Or he was just a dirty fucker with a boner for an ex-con biker with sweaty hands. There was something primal in the way Roach wanted him that appealed to Zane’s lizard brain.

Suck, fuck, lick, kiss. No thought required.

The powerful thighs trembled next to his face, and Roach moaned when Zane took the cock in deeper. He kept telling himself that this wasn’t about Roach’s satisfaction. Zane was doing this because the thick cock was a thing of beauty and Zane loved sucking it. What was so wrong about enjoying a hunk like Roach?

So he would. Because he wanted to tame this bull and turn it into his pet. There was nothing wrong with objectifying the enemy.