Ball & Chain (Cut & Run 8)

Ty put his lips to Zane’s ear. “Louder.”

Zane fought to swallow. His c**k jumped against Ty’s hip.

“Louder, Zane,” Ty ordered, voice going sharper. It was an order, just like the ones he gave in the field to Marines who hopped to obey his every command. Like he was finally declaring to the world, to anyone who would listen, that Zane was his.

With his other hand, Ty pulled Zane’s leg up and sideways until Zane lay on his side, leg tucked up to his chest. He grabbed Zane’s wrist and slammed it to the ground beside Zane’s head, pinning him, twisting him, then scraped his teeth over Zane’s ribs as he flexed his hips, going for the spot that was most exposed, that felt the most vulnerable. Zane tried to curl and couldn’t.

Zane’s desperate half growl tore out of him as he writhed under Ty, body twisted, so turned on that it hurt, jolted by sweet agony every time Ty almost entered him.

“Ty . . . Ty, oh f**king God, please,” he whimpered, his entire body shaking. “Please . . .”

Ty pushed at his head to turn him into another brutal kiss. “Louder,” he snarled.

“Please!”

Ty’s hands tightened almost painfully, and he flexed his hips, and the angle of Zane’s twisted body was just right to let him push the head of his c**k inside. He rocked there several times, forcing Zane apart, causing him to cry out again, then he shoved in harder, rocking Zane’s body against the thick carpet.

Zane’s shout of pleasure and pain echoed off the walls. His gasps were caught between Ty’s lips, and it was a near-impossible struggle to stay still as Ty rocked into him, to keep his hips at that perfect angle, one leg straight between Ty’s knees and one drawn up to his chest as Ty took him from above. He needed to move, to ease the ache of invasion, to intensify the brutal pressure. God, he loved it, Ty forcing his way in, laying claim to Zane’s body.

He was on the edge of completely falling apart. Thank Christ Ty was there to keep him together, just like he’d always been. His cries turned to wails. “Please!”

Ty finally loosened his hold, and his hands began to roam again as he started a slow, steady rhythm. “Move, baby.”

“Oh f**k, thank you,” Zane gasped, turning to angle his hips as Ty pushed into him. He squeezed his eyes shut and then opened them to see Ty over his shoulder.

“You’re so f**king beautiful like this,” Ty panted. He pulled at Zane’s leg, turning him again to laying him out flat, belly to the rug, hips off the floor, and drove into him mercilessly.

Zane’s shouts became louder and more frequent. He looked over his shoulder so he could see Ty f**king him, see him losing control. Ty pressed his cheek against Zane’s shoulder as he picked up his pace, his panting breaths harsh in Zane’s ear and sweat dripping from his temples. Zane loved the sensation of Ty’s hips flexing against his ass, his knees pushing at Zane’s with each thrust, his fingers digging into Zane’s shoulders as Ty used his body for leverage.

Zane couldn’t have stopped his cries if he’d wanted to. The pleasure was overwhelming, and not even the pain of his own need for release could distract him.

Ty slowed and pushed himself up, trailing gentle fingers over Zane’s shoulder blades. His hips were still thrusting into Zane, and his entire body was gleaming with sweat from his efforts and the heat of the fire just feet away. The change in momentum drove another husky wail out of Zane. His back arched almost painfully, and he threw a hand out, his fingers again digging helplessly for some sort of leverage from the rug.

“You better wait for me, you hear me?” Ty warned. He snapped his hips forward, driving deep into Zane with a growl of pleasure, forcing another shout.

Ty had been so close to the edge since he’d been home, fighting so hard to stay in control. Maybe what he needed was just to simply let it go.

“Don’t stop.”

Ty returned to the same punishing rhythm he’d started with, obviously not caring that Zane was trying to prolong it. Then he pulled back until the head of his c**k was forcing the tight muscles of Zane’s ass to spread and spasm, and made Zane roll his body again, one leg up as Ty drove hard into him.

Their eyes met, neither of them blinking or looking away as Ty thrust into him over and over.

Ty couldn’t keep up the punishing rhythm for much longer, even though Zane begged him to continue. He pushed his face against Zane’s neck and cried out Zane’s name. Zane dragged his blunt fingernails down Ty’s back, pleading with him not to come yet, begging him to keep f**king him, hard and merciless. Ty’s answer was another agonized shout of Zane’s name as he emptied himself deep inside him.

Zane soaked it all in, quivering uncontrollably. Ty was solid and warm in his hands, and he didn’t let go while Ty kept moving inside him. He would never get enough of that feeling.

Ty’s hips continued to rock as he laid himself down over Zane. He moaned, the sound tortured and exhausted. “Jesus Christ, you’re fun to f**k,” he rumbled as he pressed his lips to Zane’s neck.

Zane groaned and shivered hard, turning his chin to give Ty all the access to his neck he wanted. That scruffy beard scraping across his skin was indescribably sexy. Whatever the reason Ty had grown it while he’d been gone, Zane was damn glad he’d kept it. Ty kissed under his jaw one last time before pulling out of him with a plaintive moan. He was damp, and his body glistened in the light of the fire and the morning sun.

Zane moved to take himself in hand, but Ty reached for him instead. He wrapped talented fingers around Zane’s c**k and stroked him lazily as they kissed. Then he scooted down and took Zane’s c**k in his mouth. It wasn’t long, maybe a minute or two, and Zane was shouting helplessly as his entire body seized, muscles cramping, fingers digging into Ty’s hair, hips jutting upward. He choked out a last moan and came so hard his vision sparkled, each thin stream coating Ty’s tongue as he sucked Zane through it, driving his moans louder and louder into a pained yell and then a begging sob.

Ty sucked and pumped him until Zane had spent every last drop of himself, then pulled off and kissed Zane’s hip. He rolled to his back and sprawled out on the rug, eyes closed and chest heaving.

The gust of air from Ty’s movement sent another shudder through Zane. He could still feel Ty all over him: smarting bite marks, the whisker burn on his throat and shoulders, rug burn on his chest, elbows, and knees, sore spots from Ty’s fingers digging in, and best of all, Ty’s cum sliding down his leg. He felt absolutely mauled.