“Sorry about that. Let me get the light.” His body brushes my side and I can’t not touch him. He leaps back startled, his back smacking the wall loudly, and I follow with my body. I press the palms of my hands on either side of his neck, caging him against the wall.
“What the fuck?” he says surprised, but he doesn’t try to break free. We both know with his training and experience, if he didn’t want to be here, he wouldn’t be.
“We need to talk.”
“No, we don’t. There’s nothing to say. I came out to my parents at fifteen and when I joined the military, I talked about dick with the same frequency other marines spoke about pussy. I’m not saying everyone embraced me with open arms, because they didn’t. I still have family whom I don’t talk to, but I’ve never hidden who I am. I never had to. I get that you’re famous and that’s its own bag. But I’m not the type of dude that fucks in bathrooms and denies what I want because people don’t like it. So, what is there to talk about?”
If I were asking for a relationship, I might have to answer that question but as it stands, I only want tonight. So, it doesn’t matter who is out or hiding. All that matters is us, right here, right now.
“This.” I drop an openmouthed kiss at the base of his neck, running my lips up the tendons to his jaw, my hand dropping down to his abs. His muscles flex and tighten under my fingertips. His mouth falls open on a moan. I bite the shell of his ear and whisper deep and low, “Give me tonight. One night, and we walk away.”
“One night? What if one isn’t enough?”
My lips pull up into a smile. “You think you’re that good?” He shakes his head and whispers, “Nah, I know you are.”
I dip my head, bringing my lips mockingly close to his. “I can’t give you more, but I’ll do my damnedest to make tonight good for you. To make it one you’ll never forget.” That promise hangs in the air between us and, for a second, I’m not sure if he’ll take me up on my offer or throw my ass out of his room. His hands come to the front of my jeans and he pops the button.
Triumph surges through my body at his acquiescence. It probably makes me an asshole, but the fact that he chose me over his concern, over his standards, makes the victory even sweeter. He palms my dick through my boxer briefs, squeezing at the same time he seals his mouth over mine. A strangled moan tears my mouth from his, and I wish there was enough light to see his big hand on my body.
We both press forward and we’re chest to chest, thigh to thigh, the bulge of his shaft lined up with mine. His whole body does a sexy roll beneath me and it’s fire on fire. Setting every nerve ending ablaze.
“Shit,” I breathe out.
He slides his hands under my shirt, one hand pulling it over my head as the other one pushes the jeans down my legs. “On my bed, baby. If I only get one time, I want you in my bed and tangled in my sheets.”
He pushes off the wall and walks me backward toward the bed. We laugh as we both trip over my jeans, but our laughter dies when the backs of my knees hit the edge of the bed and I fall to a sprawled seat.
Slowly he straddles my lap. His knees sink into the mattress on either side of my hips.
“I’ve wanted to fuck you since you walked off that jet in China.”
“Then we could have done this way earlier,” I answer, placing my hands on his thighs. His muscled form looms over me. Yes, yes, yes, yes. This, all of this, is what I want from him. The idea he could dominate me—that he would want to try to dominate me—is as much of a turn-on as his body, and his kisses, and the promise of things yet to come. The fact he’s as much of an alpha male as I am and, at this very moment, with his body above mine, I don’t know if he’ll get at my ass or let me in his spikes my blood with a shot of dopamine. The feeling makes my head spin with blissed-out anticipation.
Gently he pushes my chest back. “Lay back.” At his whispered command I drop back on my elbows. “All the way down,” he says. I let my arms slide along the prime cotton sheets to my side, bringing my back and head to the mattress. Seth stands, turning on a single light on the bedside table and, for a hot second, I feel extremely vulnerable. I’m mostly naked and highly aroused in a bed I don’t belong in, with a man I’ll have to face tomorrow during the light of day.
I turn my head to see clothes being removed and drawers being opened and closed. I startle when his warm hands land on my knees only to slide down my legs and strip the socks from my feet. Seth grips one of my feet in each of his hands, his thumbs dragging along my arch. I freeze when his lips caress the thin skin on the top of my foot and move to the ankle.
I’ve never been touched like this, a reverent seduction that I feel past the flesh and muscle; it sears my bones. I’m so totally fucked because I know with stunning lucidity my life just irrevocably changed.
He continues up my legs using his palms on my knees to spread my limbs. His nose runs up the inside of my thigh, ending just under my balls where he sucks the skin hard and my dick throbs hard. Precum pools on the tip.
“Fuuuuck me,” I hiss, burying my fingers in short strands of Seth’s curly hair, and grip the back of his head.
“I’m getting there, baby,” he breathes, opening his mouth to suck my tip through the material of my underwear. Every last drop of air seeps from my body. I don’t even realize I’m holding my breath until my brain panics at the loss of oxygen. I take a big, heaving breath and it does nothing. His mouth on my dick, even filtered through fabric, is euphoric.
He continues up my body, tonguing my navel and licking the delineated line up the center of my abs. His lips close around my nipple, teasing the nub into a stiff peak. He rolls it around his tongue as his pinches the other nipple, and I fucking lose it. I grab his shoulder, flipping him under me. His naked body is a veritable smorgasbord for the taking.
“I would’ve never pegged you as a cocktease,” I moan against his lips.
“There’s a lot of shit you don’t know about me.”
“Show me.”
Seth
I grind my pelvis into his and everything becomes a blur of sensation. A hurricane of feelings, Adam at the eye, is the only constant. I ground myself in him, the feel of his firm skin, the bite of his hard stubble when we kiss, and the fragrant taste of tequila on his tongue.
I slide my hands under the waistband of his boxer briefs, rolling the material over his narrow hips. He groans at the first touch of our dicks with nothing between us, and when I take us both in one hand, jacking us with a squeezing upstroke, his kisses turn feral.
His head drops back as he pumps into my tight fist.
“So good.” He moans up to the ceiling.
If I don’t slow things down, it’ll be over all too soon. I uncurl my fingers, easing some of the pressure. The grip is loose enough to take our flared cockheads in short, fast strokes. Adam flips our positions, catching himself on his palms before collapsing on top of me.
“I wanna fuck this pretty-ass mouth.” He groans directly in my ear, his thumb pulling down my bottom lip. “So bad.” Every muscle in my body goes impossibly tight at those words. Making a man like Adam—one who could have anyone he wants, one I’m sure rarely has to ask—so thirsty is a power trip.
“Nothing’s keeping you down there, baby. Come here.” He crawls up my body. His knees tuck into the mattress at the top of my ribcage. I brace my hands on his thigh and lean up, licking a line down his shaft from root to tip. His whole body convulses and he whimpers, a needy sound that says more. I take the tip into my mouth and gather the fluid pooling on the slit in one hard suck.
“Suck me,” he whispers. His hips roll in a thrust that is both pleading and demanding. I wrap my fingers around his shaft and pump a couple of times before I open my mouth wide to engulf his length. At first, I move slowly, tentatively going up and down, while I map his dick and learn his flavor. Then I suck in earnest, creating wet sounds and deep moans.
“That’s it, take it all,” Adam murmurs, haunching forward. “Bet you make a pretty picture right n
ow.” His strong hands tangle in my hair and cradle the back of my head, guiding my face to meet his erratic thrusts.
I cup his balls and take him to the back of my throat. The thick vein that runs under his shaft starts to pulse. He surges against my tongue harder. But I can’t stop. I want him shaking and undone because of me. “Oh shit. Shit, Seth. Faster, baby. Suck it faster. I’m—”
His flavor floods my mouth—long streams fill me and I swallow every drop.
Adam pulls back, his lips immediately seeking mine in the dark. The kiss starts soft, but quickly spirals into a lust-fueled frenzy. I pull his body down to mine and slide my hands down his back to grip his ass. He moans when I squeeze his hard muscles.
“Where’re your condoms and lube?” he mumbles against my mouth. I wonder if he wants to get in my ass or if he’s asking for me to take his. Just to test, I run a finger down the seam between his cheeks and he tenses, slightly, but I feel it. Definitely a top.
“On the nightstand,” I say hoarsely.
“Be back in a sec. Don’t move.”
Adam peels his body from mine and goes to the nightstand. I raise my forearms to my head, covering my eyes even though the room is pitch black. This is sensory overload. The lack of sight heightening all my other senses.
You had a taste. That’s all you wanted, right? Do the decent thing and say good night. This can only end one way . . . badly. He’s in the fucking closet, Seth!
The scrape of a thin cardboard box of condoms against the wooden surface has my muscles tensing in anticipation, and I know with faltering clarity that I’m in.
Wherever this thing goes.
However messy it gets.
I’m completely in.
Adam’s knee depresses the mattress, and the telltale crinkle of a foil wrapper rustles close to my ear when he drops on top of me. He pulls both of my arms above my head, pinning them to the mattress, one leg parting mine.
“God, I’ve wanted this—you—for so fucking long.” The feeling is mutual, baby, but I need more.
My hips jerk, aligning our bodies. “Oh fuck,” I groan as my erection scrapes against his leg. His mouth crushes against mine, blistering, unyielding. The lusty catalyst to the last few months of thirst and frustration. This kiss makes my toes tingle and my hands curl into tight fists. My hips jack up against his. Once again, I try to pull my hands out of his grasp, but he presses them harder into the soft mattress, keeping me splayed beneath him.
Oh, baby wants to dominate. Let me show you how it’s done.
I wrap my legs around his waist, and I use my body weight to roll him under me. My heart hammers in my chest. Excitement, desire, and anticipation create a heady concoction that has my head reeling. I loom over him, my heavier weight boring down on his leaner frame. His face tilts up to mine, bursts of his warm breath tickle my lips as I grind all over him. My hands are still trapped in his, but they uncurl, lacing our fingers.
“Tell me what you want,” I demand.
“You.”
“See, I told you.” I drop my head for a quick, stinging kiss. “So sweet.” He rolls his hips up, which pulls a low moan from my throat. “What I need to know is how do you want me?”
“How?” His heavy-lidded gaze drops from mine, and he chews on the corner of his lip.
“Mhmm . . . Tell me how. Do you want me inside you?” I palm his already hardening dick. My fingers trail to the sensitive skin between his ass and balls. He jerks at the contact. That initial tensing of muscles I don’t quite understand because he doesn’t pull away. “Or do you want inside me?” My fingers slip between his ass cheeks again, circling the smooth skin around his hole.
His eyes roll back in his head, and he heaves a deep breath.
“Adam?” My fingers still their exploration. I peer into his face, noting the flared nostrils and clenched jaw. Goddamn. I tense, unsure if I went too far with the ass play. It feels like forever before his eyes flutter open, intent on me. “I don’t want to mess this up. If you’re not into . . .”
He kisses the words out of my mouth. He pushes forward, reversing our positions, and grips my cock.
“If I’m not into what?” he asks in a whisper, jerking my dick in long strokes that end in a pulsing grip around the flared crown. My precum slicks his palm, making the slide easier. I jerk my hips, involuntarily pumping into his fist. Something unintelligible escapes my mouth.
“I . . .” He bites my neck hard. That shit hits my dick like a tuning fork. “Want . . .” He licks the sting, soothing the skin. “In you . . .”
He grabs a foil packet and rips it open with his teeth, rolls the latex down his length, and spreads the lube down his erection. With his fingers slippery with lube, he slides them confidently along me until he thrusts them inside.
I grasp his waist, the pressure making the breath stall in my lungs. He goes deeper, searching until he hits the spot. My pinned breath comes out in a whoosh. “Fuck, baby.”
He smiles wide and adds a second finger inside, taking his time to work me open. I shift restlessly under him, tired of the preparation. I’m ready, beyond fucking ready.
Adam drops his forehead to mine and takes my lips in a trembling kiss. We break on a pant as his fingers slip from my body. We both look down as he grips his shaft and eases forward.
“You ready?” he asks, warm breath coating my lips.
“Take me.” And Christ does he. One powerful thrust and he’s inside. My eyes roll back at the explosion of sensation, the body-shaking pressure. My inner muscles involuntarily flex around him and he bites my bottom lip.
“Work my fucking dick, Seth,” he gasps when I tilt my pelvis, testing the angle. In and out. Subtle shifts that feel so fucking good.
“That’s right, Seth. Get it.”
And I do. Chasing his demanding thrusts with my body, rocking my hips up to meet his. “Like that?”
“Exactly like that.”
He sets a rhythm that’s as intense as it’s dominating, and when the tip slams into my prostate, I see stars.
“Fuck me,” I yell out.
“Oh, I’m fucking you, baby. You telling me you don’t feel this?” He snaps his hips hard. “You need more?”
I let out a low moan in response and glide my hands down the sweat-drenched skin of his back to the tight muscles of his ass, working with the steady motion of his thrusts. His left hand drops to my dick, stroking in sync with the perfect drags of his body into mine; it adds another level of awareness that pushes me over the edge.
Our bodies work together, pushing us, and taking us to that place where pain merges with desire. My senses are overwhelmed with every bone-melting thrust that hits my prostate. All cognizance of this room, my reservations about getting involved with Adam, the very real ethical boundaries that we may or may not have crossed, evaporate and I’m left hyperfocused on his lithe body deeply penetrating me.
My eyes snap open to collide with his and I’m lost. To this night, and this man. To the intimacy rising up thick and suffocating around us. We both pause, our heated breaths mingling. I reach up and trace the sculpted lines of his face. His eyes close and he leans into my palm, blinking his eyes open when I arch beneath him. Encouraging him without words to take me.
“That,” he whispers against my lips. “Whatever that is . . . give it to me,” he demands through gritted teeth. His thrusts become faster, harder.
I come, recklessly, with loud moans and long ropes lacing my abs and chest. My ass clenches tight around his erection, milking it as he joins me on the other side of oblivion. “Seth.” My name drops from his lips in a drawn-out groan before his lips slam down on mine.
My heartbeat rushes and a tiny voice at the back of my head is saying, “This is home. That thing you’ve been looking for, that thing that you want so badly, you just found it.” This man is so deep in the closet the world thinks he’s dating Sin. I shake that nagging feeling because this is one night.
Adam isn’t my home. He can’t be.
Home is promise and love, devotion and sacrifice, good fortune and bad times, all under one roof and wrapped up in four walls. What he wants from me is like this luxury hotel room; it feels like mine for the time being, but the moment I check out I’ll be forgotten. Replaced by the next person, who will also feel like this room is theirs.
I wince a little when he pulls out. I’m definitely going to feel him tomorrow. He gets up without a word, gloriously naked, steps not as confident as the sex had been, and walks into the bathroom. I roll on my side, propping myself on my elbow, enjoying the view. He leaves the door open, feeding the voyeur in me who watches—no, studies—him. I’m still trying to figure out what makes him tick and I want to know all of his secrets. I watch as he takes off the condom and tosses it in the trash. Then he turns on the water, grabs a towel from the rack, and wets the edge, before turning off the faucet and walking back into the room.
“I thought you might want . . .” He extents the towel in offering. I take it from his hand, quickly running it over my chest and abs before tossing it to the floor. “I can go if you want,” he says, pointing toward the door.
“I don’t want,” I say quickly. The thought of him leaving hits me at a very visceral level. An unreasonable response to a supposed one-night stand.
He’s positioned at the edge of the bed, uncertain, maybe a little anxious. For me, the after part means just as much as the sex. To connect as two people who shared something, that in this case was spectacular and possibly brief, but a connection just the same.
I open my arms and wait. Wondering if he’ll leave me here like an asshole as he gets dressed and walks out the door. I’m just about to drop my arms, disappointment heavy, when he surprises us both by lying next to me.
I wrap my arms around his back, pulling him into me and tucking his head underneath my chin. “Night, baby,” I whisper.
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