Page 42 of Fourplay & Fatalities

Normally, Asa would force himself deeper, hold Zane there until he was choking and gagging on him, swallowing around him convulsively in a desperate attempt to draw in much-needed breaths.

But not this time.

This time, Asa was being almost careful. Even now. Even after Zane had begged him not to be. Zane made a frustrated sound, raising his hand to where Asa’s fingers still tangled in his hair, pressing hard, hoping to get the message across.

“Fuck,” Asa groaned, bucking his hips into Zane’s mouth. “You really want to be wrecked, huh, Lois? You can’t fucking help yourself. So desperate to choke on my cock, baby?”

Zane moaned as Asa gave him what he wanted, dragging him forward until his pubic hair was tickling his nose, his cock lodged so deep in his throat breathing was no longer an option.

It used to scare him. No. It had terrified him. Asa was a murderer. He killed people all the time. He could easily kill Zane if he wanted to.

That had once been impossible to forget with Asa’s hand in his hair and Zane’s ability to breathe entirely dependent on whether Asa decided to let him.

But he wouldn’t. That was what had changed.

Zane understood that on a much deeper level now.

He didn’t merely believe Asa wouldn’t hurt him beyond what Zane wanted. He knew it with the same certainty he knew Asa would kill anyone else who tried.

Which was why he loved this so much. Loved putting his life in Asa’s hands. Loved knowing Asa saw him as something precious. Something that belonged to him. Something worth keeping.

He was drooling, saliva leaking from his lips to coat Asa’s balls, tears and snot marring his face. But he’d never felt more at peace.

Maybe it was the subspace, maybe it was the lack of oxygen bringing on that dizzying, euphoric high he longed for, but whatever it was, it had Zane close to coming untouched.

Just when his vision grew fuzzy at the edges and he feared he’d lose consciousness, Asa pulled him back.

Zane sucked air into his lungs like a drowning victim, looking up at Asa through teary eyes and giving him a weak smile.

Asa ran two fingers through the collection of body fluids on his face. “You’re such a messy eater, Lois,” he chided. “You look so fucking wrecked. You ready for me to fuck you?”

Zane openly wept now. Asa was right. He was totally wrecked, but he still wanted more.

“Please.”

“Christ, you’re so fucking perfect,” Asa muttered, almost to himself, as he pulled Zane to his feet, then pressed him back onto the mattress, splaying his legs lewdly before kneeling between them.

Zane watched, dazed, as Asa spit on his fingers, then pressed them against Zane’s entrance, Zane wincing when he probed him with none of the softness he’d shown over the last few minutes.

“Does it hurt?” Asa asked, his gaze locked on Zane’s face.

“Yes,” Zane managed on a broken gasp.

“Good,” Asa said, even as he withdrew his fingers to spread Zane open and spit on his entrance, using his thumb to press inside.

Zane was panting now, his hips restless. “Stop teasing.”

Asa slapped Zane’s thigh, the lightning bolt of pain searing through him deliciously until his cock leaked even more.

“Such a pain slut,” Asa murmured as he loomed over Zane to give him a filthy kiss.

Zane heard more than saw Asa reaching for something in the drawer of the dresser beside the bed. He didn’t even care what it was at this point. He trusted Asa. There was literally nothing Asa could do to Zane to pull him from this high he was riding.

Through the heavy fog of his arousal, Zane barely recognized Asa swiping something over his entrance before the blunt head of his cock was already pressing inside.

He wasn’t going to prep him. At least not any further than those two almost dry fingers.

Adrenaline fired, sending another shot of endorphins directly into his sex-soaked brain. Then Asa was forcing his way into Zane, his thick cock splitting him open in a way that made him burn as his body rejected the invasion, his nails clawing at Asa’s shoulders as he cried.