“Okay,” I complied.

His grin was smug. I’d let him have it, though, because I loved losing control, and I had a feeling that Zion was starting to understand, and he liked it.

“Spread ’em, Kylo.”

I parted my legs, wincing only a little, which Zion didn’t catch, thank fuck, else he would have stopped. I didn’t want to stop for anything. Zion climbed between my legs. He leaned down and took my mouth in a demanding kiss, and I gave it over to him. I curled my arms around his back and ran my hands up and down over his warm skin.

“Fuck, baby, I can’t wait to be in you,” he mumbled against my lips before moving down to my neck and chest, where he sucked on my nipple.

“Zion, please,” I begged, wanting his touch.

“What do you want, lover?”

“You,” I told him through heavy breaths.

He licked down my body, paying attention to my hip with his teeth, tongue, and lips. “Where do you want me?”

“Your fingers in me.”

“You’ll get it when I say, baby.”

I groaned in frustration, my body already begging for release. My cock was so fucking hard and leaking from his attention.

My heart thumped harder over the extra beat when Zion grabbed the lube. I edged my legs apart a little further. Eager, ready, and needy.

I hissed out a breath when he bit down on my hip and pushed a finger inside me. “Yes,” I yelled, gripping his shoulders and rocking down on his finger.

My vision blurred when another finger joined the other and ran over my prostate.

“Zion, please, fuck, please, just get in me.”

“You want my cock?”

“Yes,” I demanded on a yell.

“Lover, you ain’t ready.”

“I am. Promise, I am.”

“When I say, Kylo,” he told me, and I grumbled under my breath only to lose that oxygen when he scissored his fingers inside me, stretching me for him.

Later I would question how he knew what to do, but not right then.

“Jesus, baby, you’re so tight.”

He hovered over me. Unable to resist, I grabbed him, pulling him down and kissing him while I locked my thighs around his lower half and ground my ass down on his fingers.

Zion tore his mouth from mine. “Settle,” he demanded.

“I can’t. I need—”

“Kylo,” he growled.

“But—”

“Do as I say,” he clipped.

Grinding my teeth, I unlocked my grip from his shoulders and hips.

Zion smiled, removing his fingers. “Good, baby.” He leaned back to his knees and grabbed the lube. “As a reward for listenin’, you can have me.” He ran lube over his own leaking hard-on. “Roll over,” he ordered. With a slight cringe from a pull on my leg, I quickly rolled over like a man on a mission—something Zion found amusing, since he chuckled.

He kissed my lower back. “Love that you do as you’re told, lover.” He kissed my ass cheek. “Gets me so fuckin’ hot.” I shifted my legs apart around him as he kissed my other ass cheek. “Christ, you look good spread out for me, your hole callin’ to me.”