Free What's a Boy to Do by Diane Adams Page B

have his cake and eat it too, but he understood that wasn’t going to happen and he never pushed the boundaries of our relationship when Jake was around.
     
    “Relax,” Z whispered, “He’s moving Alec to the cot in your bedroom and going to take a piss.” His tongue traced a hot line up the curve of my ear, and his strong, sure hands took the food I was holding and set it aside on the counter. He was pressed against my back; I could feel the hard length of his cock against my ass through the thin material of my dress slacks. When I got home I’d toed off my shoes, tossed my suit coat over the back of a chair, and loosened my tie, too focused on getting the bills out of the way to worry about getting changed. “I love you in green.” Z’s breath was moist against my skin. My dress shirt was paired with a silk hunter green tie and still neatly tucked into my charcoal dark slacks. The combination was Z’s favorite and always got a rise out of him; though in all honesty, it didn’t take much to get a rise out of Z.
     
    He rubbed his cock against my ass and palmed my dick. His appreciative murmur when he felt I was already half hard did nothing to discourage me. I tried to remind myself that the kitchen was open. The door of the refrigerator shielded us somewhat from the view of the bedroom but offered no seclusion. I was determined not to let this happen. Jake put up with a lot to be with me; I was not going to ask him to endure this as well. The problem was that Z was touching me, his mouth was on my neck licking and biting above the edge of my collar, and the same thing was happening that always happened when Z got his hands on me. The world was disappearing in a fog of desire and the only thing that mattered was having him.
     
    “Ah God, you’re hot.” He groaned and pushed against me so hard I had to grab the edges of the freezer to keep from getting pushed inside the refrigerator. “I want you.” His mouth was on my ear, his teeth tugged my earlobe, and his tongue traced the shape, slipping inside and making me shudder. His hand rolled and tugged my dick. Common sense, indeed, any sense was swiftly deserting me. I always wanted him. His dark blue eyes watching from the behind the shaggy fall of his bangs could make me hard in an instant. I had determined that I wasn’t going to puddle at his feet anymore a hundred times in the past few months, but my resolve had yet to keep me from melting under his touch. My respect for the boundaries we’d set were more dependent on his good behavior than I wanted to admit, a fact he was currently exposing with little effort.
     
    Z pulled me away from the refrigerator, closing the door and turning me in his arms at the same time. He pressed me back against it, his eyes hot and dark as they burned into mine. He hesitated, waiting for the “no” that didn’t come, and then his mouth captured mine. I was lost. My fingers tangled in the silk of his hair, and my mouth opened under his. The scent, taste, and feel of him overwhelmed me. His tongue pressed into my mouth and battled mine until he’d subdued me; his hands cupped my ass and pulled me tighter against him. Everything he did screamed I was his; there was only the slow curl of disgust in belly to remind me that it wasn’t so. The disgust with myself was a small timid thing in the shadow of the lust he woke in me, and I ignored it.
     
    “Dude, it’s not that easy.” The sound of a voice broke through my mindless need. Z lifted his head to look at something. His eyes narrowed but he stepped back. I blinked, surprised at his sudden desertion, to find Jake standing in front of me, his face flushed with anger. He stepped forward, filling the space that a second before had contained Z. I tried to get my brain to function, but it refused. “He’s not going to scare me off,” Jake assured me with a glare in Z’s direction.
     
    Jake pulled me closer, and his mouth covered mine in a kiss that curled my toes and