Zane (Alluring Indulgence) (32 page)

“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.

“No.”

That
was an honest answer if Zane had ever heard one.

“Are
you bisexual?” Another random question and Zane wanted to sew his lips shut.
Were they actually having this conversation? Was he really talking to his buddy
about sex? Talking about what happened between them and a woman was one thing,
this... this was not normal. At least not according to Zane’s definition.

“I
don’t know. I’ve never been with a guy.”

Zane
looked over at Beau, the question probably obvious on his face but he asked it
anyway. “That was your first time to give a dude a blow job?”

“Yes.”

Beau
was at least consistent with his one word answers every other question.

“Do
you want to do it again?” Fuck, that did not come out right.

“Yes.”

Son
of a bitch. Zane was digging a hole that he wasn’t sure he knew how to get
himself out of.

“With
me?”

“Yes.”

Fucking
A.

The
silence descended on them for longer than was probably necessary, but Zane
didn’t know what to say. Didn’t know what to ask. Didn’t know whether he really
wanted to know more. His best friend, the guy he’d known all of his life, just
told him he wanted to suck his dick. The worst part about it all, the idea
didn’t repulse him. And Zane honestly didn’t know what to think about that.

“I
won’t though. You don’t have to worry about that.”

Zane
didn’t answer; he just continued to stare out at the dwindling foliage behind
his house. In the summer, the trees were thick and green, but now that it was
technically winter, or close to it, the trees were getting bare. He was
distracting himself. He knew it, and Beau probably knew it too.

“Why’d
you ask that?” This time Beau stunned him with a question.

He
had no idea. “No fucking clue.” There, that was honest.

“Look,
Zane. I didn’t mean to bring it up. I just don’t know who else to talk to about
it. I guess I’m just confused. I hadn’t expected that to happen, but I won’t
lie, when V gave me the opportunity, I wanted to take it. If you’d have said
no, I would’ve backed off.”

“I
did say no,” Zane reminded him.

“Yeah,
but you didn’t mean it.”

No,
no he hadn’t put any conviction behind the word at the time. What did that say
about him? Was
he
gay? He was pretty sure the answer to that was no. Did
he enjoy it? If he were honest with himself, he’d have to say yes. Did it
bother him to touch Beau’s dick? The answer to that would be no as well.
Fuck.
Now he was confused.

He
thought about V and how fucking hot she made him. With just a look, V had the
ability to make his dick throb. Zane didn’t say another word, unsure where the
hell this was actually going. The only thing he knew for sure, nothing would be
happening between him and Beau unless V was there.

That
one word shook him to the core.
Unless
. Was he saying he was ok with
this?

Did
this make him bi-curious?

♀♂

V
hadn’t meant to eavesdrop, but when she’d walked in Zane’s front door and
hadn’t seen him, she’d automatically ventured to look out on the back porch.
She knew Beau was here because his truck was parked outside.

The
sliding glass door that led to the back porch was slightly ajar, and one thing
led to another. V was rooted in place, riveted by the conversation between the
two men. In fact, the way they continued to evade the main issue was turning
her on. Whatever it was about the way Beau had given in to his curiosity gave
her chills when she thought about it.

She
and Zane hadn’t talked about what happened that night, although she fully
expected to get the brunt of his anger in the light of day, but it hadn’t come.
Based on what she heard now, she couldn’t help but wonder whether there was
going to be a repeat. She was both intrigued and a little angry. Would Zane not
consider that cheating? Would he experiment, regardless of who he was with, and
think that was ok if she didn’t know about it? She definitely didn’t agree.

Stepping
out onto the porch, she promptly caught the attention of both men and Beau went
from pale white to bright red in the blink of an eye.

“What
are you boys doing?”

“How
long have you been standing there?” The question from Zane sounded more than a
little angry.

“Long
enough.” V was going for the truth, knowing she’d only be caught in a lie, and
it would do nothing but piss him off more.

“Long
enough for what?” Zane wasn’t happy. V watched as he glanced over at Beau and
then back up at her.

“Long
enough to hear Beau apologize.” There, maybe that would ease some of their
tension.

No
such luck.

“Goddamn
it, V!” Zane exclaimed and stood up, causing her to take a step back. It was an
automatic response, and the angry look in his eyes didn’t dissipate. “I fucking
hate that shit.”

“What
shit?” V asked, the heat in her blood no longer due to lust. She was just as
pissed as Zane, if not more so. “That I might’ve overheard you considering
cheating on me with your best friend?”

Zane
stared at her, his eyes locked on hers, the aforementioned anger now fully
boiling.

“This
is none of your fucking business, Vanessa.”