The Billionaire Bad Boys Club(16)

“It’s for me,” Trey said. “To always remember us. No one else will guess it’s there.”

Zane throat threatened to close up. Fuck, Trey was sweet sometimes. He didn’t know how to thank him, though he was going to try. He looked up, knowing his emotions shone naked in his eyes. “When did you get this done?”

“Last week. I kept wondering if you’d notice I was avoiding you in bed.”

“Oh I noticed.” Zane laughed ruefully at himself. “Why do you think I’ve been in a shit mood lately?”

“Because you thought we were going our separate ways.”

“Didn’t that upset you?”

“Yes,” Trey said. “Why do you think I wanted a memento—especially one that was guaranteed to get you hot under the collar.”

Zane frowned, but Trey wasn’t fooled.

“Come on,” he said. “You think I haven’t noticed how much you like my neck tat? You hardly ever nuzzle the other side. It’s always the inked one you’re licking up.”

Zane shook his head. “You are too smart for me.”

Trey didn’t say of course, just tipped his head endearingly to the side. “Want to christen my cock art?”

In case Zane couldn’t figure out what he meant, he poked the tip of his tongue out. That this was a cheap trick didn’t matter. Zane’s groin tightened with excitement.#p#分页标题#e#

“Yes,” he said huskily. “I want to lick you until you’re dripping . . . and then I want you to fuck me.”

Trey’s grin had been widening, but at this it faltered. “Really? I thought you didn’t like being fucked.”

Zane had a thing about pitching versus catching, but maybe it was time he got over it. Trey taking him wouldn’t make him less of a man. Trey couldn’t make anyone less than they were.

“I want you to,” he said, his ass going weirdly hot. “It wouldn’t hurt you too much, would it? Since your tattoo is still healing?”

“Oh boy.” Trey dragged his thumb and fingers down the sides of his expressive mouth. He had long creases there when he smiled, like dimples on steroids.

“What?” Zane asked, because Trey looked sheepish. “Should we save this for another night?”

Trey shook his head and laughed breathily. “Here’s the thing: If fucking you hurts me a little, it’ll get me extra hot.”

Zane didn’t think of Trey as a guy who kept secrets. His face gave him away too easily. Zane’s obvious amazement must have embarrassed him. Trey’s face turned redder than his cockhead.

“I don’t mind that,” Zane hurried to reassure him. “I’m just surprised you kept this to yourself.”

Trey didn’t explain why he had. He grabbed Zane’s hands, hauling him off the couch and kissing him thoroughly. Zane enjoyed that, but didn’t forget his agenda.

“Phew,” he said, disengaging his tingling lips. Their groins were plastered together, their long naked cocks squashed as close as possible. Zane wondered if his curls were chafing Trey’s waxed skin—and if this was good or bad. Whatever the answer, Trey was revved. His slit was leaking a steady trickle of pre-cum.

Loving that, Zane rubbed the moisture slowly across their side-by-side dick heads.

Dropping his gaze to watch, Trey bit out a breathless curse.

“Stay,” Zane ordered, sitting back on the couch himself.

He kept his hold on Trey’s hands, fingers locked to form conjoined fists. Normally, he’d have gripped the base of Trey’s penis before he went down on him, but he trusted him not to over thrust. The gamble had a nice payoff. Trey’s fingers tended to telegraph every shift in his tension. They tightened like iron when Zane’s mouth sank over him.

Trey sighed as sweetly as if it were his first time.

Zane never lost his enthusiasm for this act. Sucking Trey’s cock was his idea of heaven. Tonight, it looked like his friend wasn’t destined to last long. His moans grew louder, his fingers clenching Zane’s as his thighs knotted. Taking pity, Zane switched to lapping the flat of his tongue up him.

Trey’s body undulated from knees to chest.

Laughing, Zane sat back with his legs sprawled. His cock could have been a pole planted at his crotch. “You’re not up for teasing right now, are you?”

Trey shook his head and panted.

Zane was going to do it anyway. Sliding off the couch, he kneeled on the carpet to nip and kiss Trey’s hipbone. Trey had a sexy muscle that swooped and fell around it. Zane mouthed his way along it until he reached Trey’s dragon. With a little prayer that he hurt him the right amount, he pulled his tongue across the slightly hotter skin where the tattoo artist had performed his magic.