Nicole Edwards - Zane

Lowering her head, she kept her eyes trained on his before sticking out her tongue and licking him like a lollipop, applying just a tad more pressure against the vein running along the underside of his shaft. When he growled, dropping his head back and closing his eyes, V mentally patted herself on the back.

Without using her hands, she continued to play with him, lavishing his cock with her tongue and sucking him into her mouth, but only briefly. She glimpsed the contraction of his stomach muscles, felt the way his thigh muscles knotted against her arms, and each reaction spurred her on.

He hadn’t said a word and V was surprised. She’d come to expect a play by play with him, and honestly, she was anticipating it. She knew at some point he would break, she just hoped she could outlast him.

When Zane pressed one thigh up between her legs, she couldn’t resist the urge to grind down against him, applying just enough friction on her clit to have chills running up and down her spine. She knew she probably could get off this way, but she didn’t mention it to Zane. If she were lucky, which after the night they had at the club she was pretty sure she would be, there was going to be a lot more in store for her than just some dry humping and a little oral stimulation. Although, she was greatly looking forward to some oral stimulation – both his and hers.

Zane’s hips began to move slightly, his cock pressing firmly against her tongue as she continued to lick him, trying to avoid taking him into her mouth as much as possible. The temptation to suck him hard and deep was intense, but V wanted this to last. She owed him a little teasing after all of the sexual torment he usually put her through.

Turning her head slightly, V opened her mouth and then used her teeth to lightly scrape the underside of his cock, starting at the crest and then sliding ever so slowly down to the base before she teased his balls with her tongue. That earned her a grunt and a growl from Zane as well as his fingers sliding into her hair and holding her to him firmly.

“Ahhh, fuck, V.”

She smiled as she continued to bathe him with her tongue, ensuring she went slowly although he was beginning to drive his hips upward to meet her mouth.

“All the way. Suck my balls into your hot fucking mouth, V.”

Her body hummed with desire as he instructed her, the rough, gravel pitch of his voice proof that she was succeeding at driving him wild. She did as he instructed, opening her mouth wide and sucking his balls fully inside before moaning her acquiescence, knowing that the vibration likely would have him moaning.

“Son of a bitch!”

Bingo.

Zane’s fingers fisted in her hair, lifting her head and effectively dislodging his cock from her mouth. Before she knew what happened, she was on her back, Zane kneeling between her thighs with a smile on his face that promised some heated retribution.

She wasn’t sure she was going to make it through the night.

♂♀

The woman drove him absolutely wild with a smile, and when she turned her attention on him in other ways, Zane barely managed to control himself. He hadn’t been this quick on the trigger since high school, but somehow V managed to pull him right to the edge where he had to hang on by his fingernails just to keep from coming.

This was why she was now beneath him.

He didn’t have any problem going from point A to point C, but he damn sure wasn’t going to avoid point B just to get there.

“Lift up your shirt,” he instructed, doing his part to pull the tiny pink boxers down her legs.

She teased him by lifting the shirt enough to bare her flat, tan belly, but little else. Zane cocked his eyebrow at her which was all it took to have her laughing beneath him. In one expeditious movement, Zane had her almost folded in half, the tops of her knees almost touching the mattress and her pretty pink pussy suggestively displayed for him.

“Mmmm.” Zane licked his lips, glancing between her legs and then up at her face. The laughter died instantly, and now V was panting as she watched him.

Using the same techniques she had used on him, Zane lowered his head, trailing his tongue from the top of her slit, careful not to graze her clit, then all the way down to her opening. He repeated this over and over, licking her like an ice cream cone until she was moaning his name and begging for more.

“Lift up your shirt,” he repeated his instruction from earlier, wondering how long it would take for her to realize this was her punishment for disobeying him the first time. There was no way Zane was going to let her come until he was satisfied that she was doing what he asked.

He watched as she lifted the thin tank top up and over her full, firm breasts, her fingers grazing her nipples in the process.

“Play with them,” he told her, not lowering his mouth back to where she wanted him until she did. When she began pinching and twisting her nipples lightly, he licked her again. He kept watching her and every time she applied more pressure to her nipples, he applied equal amount of pressure with his tongue until he was flicking her clit with fervor, listening to her moan and plead once more.

“Zane!” He sensed her warning, she was close, but he wasn’t quite ready for her to come just yet, so he pulled back. That earned him a death glare and a huff of frustration which only made him smile.

“You like that?”

“God, yes.”

“Well, I’ll keep going, but you have to do something for me.”

“Anything,” she stated firmly, and for once, Zane believed she was serious.

“Tell me what you liked most about the club. About what you saw other people doing at the club tonight,” he ordered her and then lowered his head once more, running his tongue lightly over her slit once again as though starting over from the beginning. This time he teased her anus with his tongue while he was at it, and V cried out.

“Tell me, or I’ll stop.”

“The second floor,” she whispered, sounding both nervous and highly aroused.

Zane licked her, teasing her clit one time. He paused and waited. He could do this all night.

“The one room...” she began, her breath catching as he moved his tongue against her again. “The one with the two girls and one guy.”

Zane knew exactly what room she was talking about. That had been pretty fucking intense, he had to admit. It wasn’t anything that he couldn’t see in any typical porn video, but seeing it live had been enough to make his dick hard.

He paused again, waiting for her to continue.

“I liked how one girl was fucking the other girl’s mouth.”

The image flashed in his mind. One girl had been laying flat on the bed, a man kneeling between her splayed thighs while another woman had been sitting with her pussy pressed against the first ones mouth. Definitely entertaining. Not that he would’ve thought V would’ve liked it so much.

Pulling his mouth away, he stared up at her. “Did you enjoy watching two women together?”

She sucked in a breath and Zane waited patiently for her to answer. “Did you, V?”

“Yes,” she moaned and Zane forcefully pushed her thighs more flush against her body, crushing his mouth to her pussy as the thought of V with another woman flashed through his mind. Before he knew what was happening, V was screaming his name, coming with a rush against his mouth.

With hurried movements, Zane was off the bed, shucking his jeans onto the floor before mounting V, and without preamble, he was thrusting inside of her while she screamed out.

He immediately stilled. “Did I hurt you?”

“No! Please! Fuck me!” she begged, pulling him down until their mouths were fused together, his hips fucking into her wildly until they were both covered in sweat.

“God, V,” he groaned, trying to slow his punishing thrusts but all of the images of what he’d seen at the club scrambled his brain and the lust overruled his common sense.

“Zane!” V screamed his name as her pussy spasmed around his dick, milking his release from him in an unexpected, damn near painful rush.

♂♀

“What’s up?” Zane greeted Beau when he saw Beau on his front porch on Wednesday evening. He’d been surprised to actually hear from the man since the two of them hadn’t spoken nearly as much as usual, especially after what had happened that one night. “Mind if I take a shower real quick? You can grab a couple of beers.”

Zane had been at the gym, confused when Beau said he couldn’t make it, especially now that the man was sitting on his front porch.

“Sure.”

Ten minutes later, he was showered and sitting on one of the rockers on his back porch, a few feet away from Beau. He wasn’t sure why Beau chose to come out back, but the deck did offer a better view of the creek behind the house which was more pleasant than staring at the dirt drive that bisected his parents’ land. He didn’t need to ask to know that Beau had something to say, it was apparent by the simple fact that he showed up.

“I’m sorry,” Beau said quietly, making Zane turn to look at him.

“For what?” Asking the question wasn’t necessary because Zane had a feeling he knew exactly what Beau was here to discuss. As much as Zane knew they needed to talk, he was distinctly uncomfortable.

“The other night.”

Zane didn’t ask any more questions. He knew Beau, and he knew his friend would say what was on his mind, it just took him some time to get there.

A few minutes passed as they stared into the twilight, listening to the gentle gurgle of the creek, drinking the beers Beau had retrieved. Zane didn’t even taste his. He was too concerned about the conversation and the uneasy tension that lingered between them. They’d been around each other more than once since that night, but for some reason it felt like it just happened a few minutes ago.

Zane had to clear his mind just to get the memory to dislodge. It wasn’t something he thought about often. The feeling of Beau’s mouth wrapped around his dick made him uncomfortable, but at the same time, it sent shockwaves through his system. It was hard to deny how fucking hard he’d come that night. Right down his best friend’s throat.

“I didn’t mean to put you in that position,” Beau began.

“Listen, man –” Zane wanted to tell him to forget about it. What was done was done, but Beau cut him off.

“I need to say this, so just hear me out.”

Zane clamped his mouth shut. He didn’t look at Beau, but he did nod his head in agreement.

“I didn’t expect it to happen like that, and I know it made you uncomfortable.”

When Beau didn’t continue, Zane had to bite his lip to keep from saying anything. He knew the conversation wasn’t over, but he suddenly wished it was. He wanted to pretend it didn’t happen, but for some reason, he could sense Beau needed to get this out.

“I won’t lie, I've thought about doing that for quite some time.”

Zane’s discomfort level increased.

“I never thought it actually would happen though. I’m not sure what that makes me...”

The sentence hung between them in the humid night air. Zane didn’t know how to comfort his friend and he didn’t know if he were supposed to.

“Maybe I’m gay, maybe I’m just curious. I don’t know, but it felt so fucking good.”

Zane wasn’t prone to blushing, but he felt the heat infuse his face. This was the honest to God most unpleasant conversation he’d ever engaged in, but he knew it had to happen. If they expected their friendship to continue, it was only fair that Beau had his chance to say his piece.

“When you touched me...”

Again, Beau let the words hang between them and Zane remembered the way he’d rolled the condom on Beau that night. The passion he’d witnessed in V’s eyes had spurred him on. She’d gotten off on it. Why, he had no idea. The memory made his dick stir in his jeans, and he tried to ignore it. Truthfully, it hadn’t been awful.

“Man, I’m so fucking sorry,” Beau groaned and then pushed to his feet.

“Sit down,” Zane ground the words out, looking up at his friend for the first time. “Fucking sit down. Let’s talk about this. As uncomfortable as it is, it’s not going to just go away.”

Beau’s reluctance was palpable, but he did sit back down.

“Is that all you’ve wanted to do?” Zane wasn’t sure why the hell he asked the question and he really didn’t know if he wanted to know the answer, but it was out there now.