I nod and smile. “Plenty of time for fucking. I want to dance with you first.”

“And it’s okay here?”

“It’s fine. There’s already a couple of men dancing together and two women over there. It’s a friendly place. Anything goes.” I wriggle my fingers at him. “I want to dance with you.”

“Like your grandad,” he whispers, and I snort suddenly, the deep moment severed the way he always manages to do.

“Well, I’m not quite that old.”

“Oh shut up,” he hisses, the twist in his lips showing his amusement as he stands up and follows me. “One dance and then we’re fucking?” he says out of the corner of his mouth.

“You old sweet talker, you,” I say, and he laughs loudly.

I step onto the dance floor, joining the other swaying couples, and draw him into my arms. He sighs immediately, betraying his pleasure, and I marvel at the fact that he fits like he’s been made for my body, and it’s as if every sinew recognises him. I pull him close, his head under my chin, and we sway together in the dim candlelight to the sweet song.

* * *

One Month Later

Jesse

I lie face down on the bed, sweat pouring off me. Zeb is a solid weight over me. I can feel the scratch of his chest hair on my back and the length of his cock inside me. I wriggle, and he chuckles and slaps my hip.

“Be completely still,” he mutters.

“I can’t,” I groan, feeling sweat drip into my eyes. “I need to move. Please.”

“No,” he whispers. “You’ll lie there and take it, Jess.”

“Oh, God,” I moan as he moves in a slow glide in and out. He brushes over my prostate and it feels like it’s swollen to twice its size. We’ve been doing this for what feels like hours. It’s safe to say that if edging was an Olympic sport, Zeb would be standing on the podium with a bunch of flowers.

He thrusts in slowly, and I try to stay still, but I can’t. Instead, I shove back on him, crying out in relief as his cock goes deep.

“Shit,” he snaps, his fingers tightening on my shoulders, and I can literally feel the moment his control snaps and he starts to thrust hard and fast, his balls banging my arse.

“Oh, I can’t–” I shout and he kisses my shoulder, the wet ends of his hair tickling my neck.

“You can come,” he pants, and I dig my face into the pillow and scream as I come, feeling the heat of Zeb as he falls down over me, holding me down in a hard grasp as he fucks into me and groans his way to climax.