Feel My Pain (Curse Bound 1)

This was it. Roach took the plunge and was already breaking his own rules about not fucking in the clubhouse ever again. He’d been walked in on when he was fucking a chick, and the mocking had been bad enough. Zane was a guy—which made this dumb idea far worse—but Zane was also too big of an opportunity to miss. He hadn’t given head in years, but the gag reflex was like virginity. Once you lost it, you didn’t regain it just because you stopped fucking.

Roach could hardly breathe as he went to his knees, already drunk on the arousal Zane unleashed in him. He took one more sip of bourbon and handed the flask back to Zane. He already knew this would be the blowjob of the century, but if Zane stayed here longer, Roach could rent a motel room out of town, and…

He couldn’t focus when Zane pulled down his jeans and underwear, letting his cock out. His long hair reached his hips and Roach would have loved to bury his face in it, but he couldn’t leave his post.

When Zane coaxed him closer, Roach saw his plump dick fill and rise from the bush of dark curls, it occurred to him that this had been meant to happen. Wild, forbidden thoughts hit his head like lightning. Fate had put him here, on his knees, in front of this demigod who didn’t fear making a move on a biker inside that man’s clubhouse. This was destiny, and for once he knew his place, even if this moment of happiness wouldn’t last forever.

No. It would. He’d make Zane his if it killed him.

The day’s sweat made Zane’s flavor stronger, more mature. Roach hadn’t realized he’d licked the tip already, but the saltiness of pre-cum spread through his mouth, and he felt addicted to it.

His breath hitched. So many years had passed since he’d sucked a cock, and for once he was absolutely sure he wanted it. He reached for Zane’s balls and groaned at the touch of the soft skin covered by hair. Without time to waste, Roach sucked on the cockhead, letting it rest in the heat of his mouth as it grew. He didn’t feel as if he needed to fight the pleasure of this moment or be ashamed of it, because Zane’s moan confirmed that what they were doing was right.

They were two men who liked one another and wanted to both give and accept pleasure. There would be no power games, no ugly comments, no moral hangover. Zane was beautiful, and kind, and worthy of Roach’s admiration. Swallowing his cum was the least Roach could do to express his appreciation.

He’d always kept his eyes closed in situations like this, but when Zane moaned again, his firm thighs tensing under the touch of Roach’s hand, he dared to look up and was rewarded with the sight of shallow grooves between Zane’s stomach muscles. There was a blot of pink on the strained chest, and just as Roach was about to focus on the cock, Zane peeked at him, all dream-like with teeth digging into the plump flesh of his lower lip.

Panic froze the blood in Roach’s veins, but Zane smiled at him, as if this was all fine, and the dick still trapped in Roach’s pants pushed at his zipper, making his underwear damp.

“Squeeze my balls… please,” Zane whispered, spreading his feet wider, and as he did so, his cock dove that bit farther down Roach’s tongue.

Roach was happy to oblige and played with the soft flesh in his palm, exhilarated beyond measure. He rubbed his nose against the coarse pubes, inhaling deeply and rocking his hips in a rhythm that came from within. Zane was an otherworldly creature, and Roach was dying to be a part of his reality. He’d suck Zane off after every gig. He’d make sure no one else bothered Zane. And he’d make sure Zane was crazy about him. So maybe he wasn’t experienced with men, but he’d work it out.

All he knew was that from the moment their eyes had met, pure life coursed through his veins—a life full of sunshine and sweet promises.

He choked when Zane’s cock entered his throat too fast, but the murmured apology from above made his shoulders relax right away, and he teased the hot shaft with his tongue without letting it out of his mouth. Unsure how Zane wanted to be caressed, he settled on gently rolling his balls in one hand, and it seemed to do the trick, because the hairs dusting Zane’s lean legs bristled in response.

“Oh yeah… keep doing that, Roach,” Zane whispered through his teeth. His chest expanded above, and his hips made a slow push, lodging the thick cock deeper in Roach’s mouth, forcing him to open wider.

Roach obliged without question, wanting to tell Zane just how handsome he was, how Roach wanted to devour him. How they could fuck whatever way he wanted if only Zane stayed in town for longer. But with his mouth full of the tastiest dick, he could only moan at best. A shudder went down his spine, and all the way to his ass and balls. He’d come so fast.