Page 14 of Inceptive (Ingenious #3)

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WILL

W ill added diced turnip dildos to their supper’s chowder. If there was a joke to be made, he couldn’t think beyond the toll of lives from an unknown illness, with more losses expected.

Zach had scrubbed the cabin, and the sharp smell of disinfectant aroused Will. He adjusted his dick in his boxers because a stiffy seemed disrespectful.

Night fell, and the sirens blared a reminder to put all servants under quarantine. Zach changed into a nightshirt instead of strutting around in his boxers to tempt Will into crawling all over him. He dimmed the lantern on the rafter, then stretched out his legs on the rocker.

Will selected a calming night tea because sex was obviously not happening.

“How did you know you liked a man?” Zach asked.

Will switched to plain tea. “I appreciate a woman’s form, but long before I grew pubes, a man’s body interested my eyes, my fingertips, my mouth.”

“Were you thinking of being the man or the woman? The hole or the rod?”

“Pfft. Both.” He steeped the tea, then straddled Zach’s thighs and brushed the bangs off his forehead.

“Riley’s handsome. You’d hanker after him. But he likes women, especially his Myra, who grew up next door to him. He knew who he wanted. Me? My teachers were men. Ma was the only woman around me, and she fended off matchmakers. Had I hankered after any girl, Ma would’ve allowed me to court her. Pa told me feelings flowed when the courting heated up. Since I wasn’t courting, I didn’t worry why I never popped a boner around a woman. I thought my body was being respectful.”

Will arched a brow. “On your birthday, you seemed certain you’d pop a boner the moment a girl cornered you.”

“I thought the hankerings would happen… like they did when I was with you.” He picked up Will’s hand and leaned his cheek into the palm. He closed his eyes as he turned and kissed the palm. “I want my first time to be thrusting inside you. It’s not a game of you owing me for a blowjob. It’s like dying inside if I never have you.” He placed Will’s palm over his thudding heart. “I’m scared of hurting you.”

“It’ll hurt worse to hear that you’ve married.” Will swallowed the lump in his throat.

“Riley told me how his hired woman got on all fours, told him to grease up good, then kneel and aim. And there was a button to play with. Slippery folds of flesh. Sounded disgusting to me. But his dick loved it. Is it cheating on my wife if I have to think of you to stay hard?”

“If she married you for your land, using fantasies isn’t cheating.”

Will wrapped his arms around Zach’s neck and drew him down for a hungry kiss. They lifted their nightshirts, and Will scooted higher, rolling his hips as Zach jerked him. Will’s spine tingled, his balls vibrated, and the orgasm rolled out of him. He rested his face in the crook of Zach’s neck. “Give me a minute, and I’ll blow you.” He shifted and cum dripped down his crease onto his thighs. “Did you… um?”

“Yeah. Rode your crack. My dick loved it.”

They mopped up the spill and rolled down their nightshirts.

Will snipped a vine pod and bit off the end. “I’ll use my thumbs to stretch in the loft. Then you try again, using your thumbs.”

“Uh-uh. Show me how.” Zach whisked him to the mat and brightened the lantern before crawling beside him to watch.

Will awakened on his stomach. The pallet reeked of spend and sweat. His ass ached from Zach’s thumbs.

Each time Zach had aligned his cock to thrust, Will had clenched, and Zach had backed off. Though Will had pleaded for him to push in slowly until balls deep, Zach had ridden his crack instead.

“Wait until my rut hits, and I toss my smokes off the porch. Ha! See if you’re respectful of my body then, Treetop!”

With all the sex they were having, the rut was stubbornly absent.

And when he’d checked his backpack, Zach had hidden the smokes.

With nothing to do but sit on the porch, watch the rain, and drink tea, Zach wrapped an arm around Will and sighed. “Let’s take a nap.” Zach’s idea of a nap was jerking off, dozing, then jerking off again.

“After last night, my dick is dead.” Will dropped his boxers and cupped his loose balls.

Zach’s hand covered Will’s. “I like your hairless balls and that you have no ugly veins on your cock.”

Will rather liked Zach’s prominent veins feeding that monstrous appendage. However, he preferred genitals that didn’t have enough hair to line Belle’s cage—not that he’d told Zach.

“Come on. Let’s take a nap.” Zach lowered his pants and two-fingered his crown.

“Dammit—do you plug that belly slapper into a battery to recharge it?”

Zach coaxed, then cursed as his erection wilted.

“Know what we need?” Will yawned. “A real nap. The kind where we sleep, not using nap as an excuse to fool around in the middle of the day.”