Feel My Pain (Curse Bound 1)

He lubed up his cock and pushed at the tight hole, face buried in damp hair, torso rubbing against the muscular back. Reed was well-versed in the process by now, but he still whimpered and rolled his forehead against the wall when the cockhead breached him. His shoulders flexed, and he clenched his ass around Zane’s cock, pushing back to take him in. The scent of his shampoo was unexpected when Zane rubbed his lips against Reed’s nape, breathing in the spicy scent that was familiar, even if not on Reed. And then it hit him.

“Stealing my shampoo?” he grunted and thrust his hips forward until they slapped against the juicy ass.

Reed grunted, curling his fingers against the wall. “I love it.”

“If you use it, you gotta pitch in for the next bar,” Zane whispered, squeezing his hands on Reed’s hips as he rolled his nose against Reed’s shoulders, breathing in his lover’s arousal. He enjoyed the fact that Reed smelled like him now. It was almost as if he was marked as Zane’s property. His partner. His mount.

“Pitch in. I buy your shampoo, dumbass.” Reed chuckled, but Zane dug his fingers harder into the flesh of his hips to remind him who was in charge.

Zane groaned, making the gentlest thrusts with his hips, still getting used to the tight grip pulling him in. Its overwhelming strength could have milked him within moments, but he wanted this to last. He wanted to enjoy their first night without barriers and secrets. “Does that mean you’re all mine now?”

“I am,” Reed’s shoulders lost their tension. He arched his neck, inviting Zane for a bite. It was impossible to resist his silent plea. With teeth digging into spicy flesh, Zane started rocking his hips with more momentum, pulling out almost all the way each time. Reed’s insides opened to him, softened by the continuous plowing, and he tightened his arms around his lover as heat inside them rose, melting them into one being.

Zane loved gripping Reed’s meaty pecs when they fucked like this. Loved playing with the small nipples as he nibbled on Reed’s ears until his lover shook from the unexpected ecstasy of it.

“In that vision I had, you saw me for the first time. It was so beautiful, Roachie. Nobody ever felt like that about me before,” Zane whispered, careful not to pull away too much, so he could remain as connected as humanly possible.

Reed let out a shivery moan and reached back to stroke Zane’s hip. His eyes remained closed, face relaxed into an expression of bliss. “Everyone feels like that about you, I’m sure. You’re perfect.”

Reed was holding Zane’s heart in his calloused hand, but he wouldn’t squash it. He only had caresses for him.

“No, Reed, not everyone. Only you care. For you, I’m more than a hot dick. And I’m far from perfect,” Zane whispered, shivering when Reed shifted his weight, and his tight channel massaged Zane’s dick as he changed the angle of his thrusts to rub against his lover’s prostate.

He grinned into Reed’s neck and bit it again.

“Fuck that’s good!” Reed arched against him, all but riding Zane’s cock as if he were in heat. “To me… you’re my first.”

Tenderness drizzled out of Zane’s heart and spread through his bloodstream, filling him with warmth. He was hardly a good person, but he’d make an effort for Reed and be his perfect partner. If his love could lessen the pain of what Reed had been through as a kid, he’d only love him harder. “I am,” he whispered. “You’ll always be only mine,” he said, quickening his thrusts as his balls tightened with need, but Reed squeezed his hip, panting.

“Zane? I wanna fuck you too. But you know I can’t do that if you come.” Reed slid his hand farther along Zane’s hip, all the way to his ass. With no more reasons left to make their sex into a battle he was free to express his wishes and needs, and Zane ate it up.

He opened his eyes to meet the dark green gaze, and while he’d been too in tune with his own lust to consider any changes, now that Reed suggested they switch, his entire being burned for his dick. “You wanna flip? Such a greedy, greedy puppy,” he rasped and delivered a slap to Reed’s hip.

The sphincter tightened around the tip of his dick so exquisitely Zane had to bite his lips in the effort not to slam back in, but he managed to step out of the stall, even if soft in the knees.

“Fuck yeah, I wanna ‘flip’. I love all the ways we fuck.” Reed grinned when he turned to Zane.

The raw masculinity oozing from him had Zane’s cock throbbing even before Reed grabbed him around the waist without warning, and then picked him up, like a caveman eager to take his kill home. The tight hold knocked air out of Zane’s lungs before his feet lifted off the floor, and grabbing Reed’s shoulders was the only choice left to him, because at this point Reed was being a battering ram that wouldn’t take no for an answer.