He bit at Ty’s lower lip. Bit hard.
Ty’s fingers dragged down his shoulder and he let Ty’s lip go. He thrust again, his cock growing painfully hard inside his jeans. He reached between their bodies to loosen his belt and pull the zipper, then pushed his jeans and boxers down.
Ty’s eyes were dark and unreadable. ‘I thought we were done.’
Zane smiled slowly. ‘As soon as you know what it feels like to be used. Then we’re fucking done.’
He grabbed at Ty’s shirt to rip it the rest of the way.