Cut and Run 6 - Stars and Stripes

reached up to grip Ty’s shoulder with one hand, exerting enough force to pull him down while his other hand kept Ty from wriggling his hips away. Ty gasped as the head of Zane’s cock shoved into him.
    “Fuck, yeah,” Zane groaned.
    Ty squeezed him, and Zane watched the play of muscles as Ty rolled his hips and forced Zane further into him. Zane’s hand dragged down Ty’s back, sliding around his ribs to his belly. There wasn’t a wasted pound on Ty, and every inch of him was hard when his body was tense. He was so much fun to fuck.
    “Come on, doll,” Zane begged. He flexed his hips up, but Ty merely rode the motion, not allowing Zane to go deeper.
    Ty looked over his shoulder, a smirk playing at his lips, his eyes shining. He reached up to pull the brim of his hat lower like some villain in an old western. Zane grinned. Oh yeah, he was in for a wild ride.
    Ty rolled his hips, and Zane followed the sensual movement with his fingertips. His cock slid deeper into Ty with every roll, and he hastily reached to spread Ty apart so he could watch his thick cock plunging into his lover.
    Ty moaned as Zane sank deep. It wasn’t a short gasp or a surprised groan like the sounds he usually forced out of Ty when they fucked. This was a sultry, intentional sound that made all the remaining blood in Zane’s body rush to his cock.
    “Jesus, Ty, what are you doing to me?”
    Ty reached back to drag his fingers over Zane’s ribs. “I’m using you to get off.”
    Zane moaned as Ty started to roll his hips in circles, reaching up to find somewhere to hold. He settled one hand on a hip so he could feel Ty’s intoxicating movements. The other hand he dragged up and down Ty’s back as his cock plunged deep, massaged by Ty’s tight muscles, surrounded by slick heat. Ty would tighten those muscles and Zane would cry out and drag his fingernails down Ty’s side as he tried to buck his hips.
    It was a slow build, like embers kindled deep in his belly.
    Then Ty rose up, sliding those tight muscles along the shaft of Zane’s cock.
    “Yes, baby. Oh God, yes,” Zane stuttered. He reached around to grip Ty’s thighs, pressing his chest to Ty’s back.
    Ty sank down just as he’d risen, shimmying his hips from side to side. His back dragged against Zane’s chest.
    “Oh, God! Please, Ty! Christ, I’m begging you, go faster.”
    When Ty turned his head, Zane could see he was biting his lip. “I thought I was supposed to be learning some sort of lesson.”
    Zane groaned and tried to shove himself deeper, but Ty anticipated him and rose to his knees again. Zane growled in frustration. “I’ll teach you a goddamn lesson.”
    He wrapped his arms under Ty’s, pulling him back by his chest as he sank his teeth into the side of Ty’s neck. Then he thrust his hips up without letting go, and Ty shouted as he shoved in deep.
    “Ride me now or get fucked face-first on the floor.”
    Ty laughed breathlessly, rolled his hips, then pushed forward and began to ride Zane’s cock faster.
    “That’s it, doll,” Zane gasped. He gripped Ty’s hips and tried to urge him to go faster, but Ty rose again, pulling Zane’s cock almost completely out of him.
    Zane called out and scrabbled for Ty’s shoulder to keep him from going farther. The head of his cock pushed at the stubborn muscles of Ty’s entrance, spreading him apart, forcing those muscles back with its girth. Ty threw his head back and moaned again. He rolled his hips around, forcing Zane’s cockhead to massage him.
    Zane watched with his mouth wide open, tongue touching the back of his top teeth, gasping for breath. Ty was blatant about using Zane to pleasure himself, and Zane loved every minute of it.
    Then Ty sank down again, crying out as he hit his prostate. He reached back to grab at Zane, who caught his hands, sliding their fingers together, gripping him hard as Ty shimmied his hips. The sounds coming from him were debauched and downright wicked, and not one of those was calculated.
    Then he started riding again, faster this time, fast enough to draw a gasp and a curse from Zane’s lips. Zane still held both of Ty’s hands, and he pulled Ty’s arms behind his back, holding him there as if his wrists were tied together. Ty continued to ride him, moaning in approval of Zane’s newest idea.
    Zane pushed his hips up, bringing both of them off the couch. Ty moaned again—that decadent, sinful sound Zane knew he was making on purpose. Zane’s groin growing heavy