Rhys backed away from Wade until there was nowhere left to go, his cheeks flaming in the vibrant lighting at Wade’s taunting words while he stood against the glass facade.
Wade’s dick throbbed as he placed his hands on the transparent wall on either side of Rhys’s head and caged him in. Rhys’s breaths washed across Wade’s throat, sharp and fast. His blue eyes glittered in the gloom as he tilted his chin and looked up at Wade.
“It’s time I showed you just how serious I am about our…proposition, Rhys,” Wade hissed. He dipped his head and tugged on Rhys’s left earlobe with his teeth.
Rhys shivered, a low moan rumbling out of his throat. He gasped when Wade grabbed his waist and twisted him around to face the glass wall. Wade gripped Rhys’s hands where he’d placed them on the cool surface for support.
“In fact, I think you deserve a punishment for even doubting the seriousness of my intentions,” Wade growled in Rhys’s right ear, his hands dropping to palm Rhys’s ass.
Rhys groaned and lowered his hands from the glass.
“No!” Wade barked, grasping Rhys’s hands and placing them back on the wall. “Keep your hands on the glass, Rhys.” Wade punched his hips forward and pressed his erection against the crack of Rhys’s butt. “You don’t get to touch me for this.”
Rhys shuddered and arched his ass against Wade’s cock. He spread his fingers and held on to the wall, his pants loud above the distant sound of traffic from the city below.
Blood pounded in Wade’s veins and dick as he reached around Rhys’s waist and unbuckled his pants. Rhys stiffened when Wade slid the zipper down and hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his trousers and briefs.
“Wade,” Rhys mumbled nervously, his fingers curling on the glass.
“Don’t worry,” Wade murmured. He nibbled the top of Rhys’s right ear. “They can’t see us.”
A cluster of high-rises rose on the other side of the streets framing the busy intersection where their building stood. Lights still shone brightly on most of the floors, and office workers were visible behind the glass windows and walls.
Rhys cursed when Wade yanked his trousers and briefs down to his ankles, exposing his erect, leaking cock.
“That’s nice,” Wade said throatily, peering around Rhys. He reached his left hand out and trailed the back of his knuckles up and down Rhys’s trembling shaft. “Let’s see if we can’t make you…wetter.”
Wade clutched Rhys’s hips in his hands and pulled him back several steps until he leaned forward at the waist, his upper body angled toward the wall and his hands flat on the glass.
“What a nice view,” Wade purred, his hungry gaze roaming Rhys’s body all the way from the enticing curve of his neck down to his naked butt cheeks and strong thighs. “You’re so fucking sexy, Rhys. Let me show you just how much you drive me crazy.”
With that, Wade dropped to his knees, tugged on Rhys’s ankles to spread his legs wide, parted Rhys’s crack with his hands, and flicked his tongue against Rhys’s hole.
“Wade!” Rhys cried out, shivering violently in Wade’s strong grip. His palms squeaked against the glass as his hands slipped an inch.
“I told you not to move, Rhys,” Wade growled, nipping Rhys’s left butt cheek with his teeth.
Rhys froze above him, breaths shuddering loudly out of his lungs while his knuckles whitened on the glass, fixing his hands to the cool facade.
“There you go,” Wade murmured, his cock pushing painfully against the zipper of his pants as he kissed the mark he’d made on Rhys’s skin. “I think you deserve a reward for that.”
Wade took a firm hold of Rhys’s ass and started licking and sucking his hole in earnest, his senses drowning in Rhys’s intoxicating scent and sinful taste. Rimming was something Wade had only occasionally indulged in in the past. He’d become an ardent fan of the sexy practice since he’d started sleeping with Rhys. And it wasn’t just because he got such a kick out of driving Rhys wild when he did it to him. Wade was surprised to discover that stimulating Rhys so intimately stirred him up just as badly.
Rhys’s moans and gasps echoed in the gloom around them as Wade pleasured him. A shocked cry erupted from Rhys when Wade furrowed his stiff tongue and poked the tip through Rhys’s twitching folds. Wade groaned as he stabbed and circled the taut, sensitive rim, desire sending his heart slamming against his ribs while Rhys practically shouted out in pleasure.
Wade could tell from Rhys’s tense body that he was close to climaxing. He reached his left hand between Rhys’s thighs and palmed Rhys’s hot, quivering cock from below while he continued tonguing his hole.
“Fuck!” Rhys yelled out, his hands fisting on the glass facade.
Wade matched the rhythm of his probing tongue and that of his fingers on Rhys’s throbbing shaft. All it took was a few wicked strokes inside Rhys’s spasming hole and on his jerking cock for him to explode in Wade’s hands.
Rhys’s breathing froze for a timeless moment before he hiccuped and came violently, his entire body tightening like a bow while he filled Wade’s hand with his hot cum.
Wade unbuckled his trousers hurriedly, yanked his zipper and briefs down to free his painful dick, and rose to his feet, lust a red haze that filled his vision. He coated the broad head of his cock and his shaft with Rhys’s cum before rubbing Rhys’s hole with his sticky fingers, Rhys’s musky scent filling the space between them.
Rhys grunted when Wade pushed two fingers inside him and scissored them, stretching his already soft entrance. Wade yanked his fingers out of Rhys’s passage, guided his cock to Rhys’s opening, and entered Rhys in a single, savage thrust that had Rhys crying out and rising on his toes.
Wade grabbed Rhys’s waist in a punishing grip and started pounding Rhys’s ass, his hips rolling powerfully and his balls slamming against Rhys’s butt cheeks. Rhys rocked back and forth on his feet, arms straining for support against the glass, his cries dropping to muffled groans as he sank his teeth into the sleeve of his right forearm.
Wade moved one hand to the crown of Rhys’s head and curled his fingers in the thick blond strands before tugging on them. Rhys’s voice rose again as his neck arched up and back, his spine bowing beautifully under Wade’s hot gaze.
Wade leaned forward and brought his lips to Rhys’s right ear. “That’s it,” he hissed. “Let me hear you scream, Rhys.”
And Rhys did just that as Wade fucked him harder and faster until he came all over the glass wall while Wade ejaculated deep inside his hole, the vibrant lights of the city bathing them in a colorful glow.
Chapter 19
“You’re hot.”
Rhys stifled a smile as he observed Wade’s response to Ethan Skye’s blunt words.
Wade arched an eyebrow at the blond bartender. “Thanks. You’re quite…appealing yourself.”
Ethan’s face fell. “Appealing?” he repeated, disbelief coloring his voice.
Wade looked at Rhys, unfazed. “Was that the wrong thing to say?”
Ethan sighed and stared between Wade and Rhys. “My ego is crushed. I’ve been called many things in my life. Cute. Sexy. Hot. Drop-dead, come-in-your-pants gorgeous. But never—,” Ethan grimaced, “—appealing.”
Rhys chuckled and saw his amusement reflected in Wade’s eyes.
Rhys hadn’t been sure how Wade would react when he’d suggested coming to Saron for a drink. To Rhys’s surprise, Wade had seemed curious to return to the place.
“It’s somewhere you seem to go often,” Wade explained at Rhys’s expression. “Of course I’d be interested in finding out more about it.”
Despite Rhys’s misgivings about where this tryst of theirs was headed, he hadn’t been able to crush the thrill that flashed through him at Wade’s words. The fact that Wade was actively trying to explore a side of Rhys’s life he hadn’t known before meant a lot more to Rhys than he’d realized.
Three days had passed since Wade had indulged in one of his own fuck fantasies about Rhys and taken him bareback in their office.
The memory of that night was forever etched in Rhys’s mind as one of the most sinfully arousing things he had ever done.
Or had done to me, to be precise.
Rhys was distracted from his torrid thoughts by a familiar voice.
“Rhys,” someone murmured behind him.
Rhys twisted on the bar stool and looked at the man who’d entered the club and come to a stop beside him. He smiled warmly at Joe Cavendish, the owner of Saron and Ethan’s boyfriend.
“Joe.”
Joe glanced at Wade before focusing on Rhys once more. “I haven’t seen you in a while.”
Rhys could read Joe’s unspoken questions in his steady hazel gaze. Who’s this guy? And where’s Michael?
Joe turned and held out a hand to Wade before Rhys could make the introductions.
“Hi. I’m Joe Cavendish, the owner of this club. Welcome to Saron.”
A thoughtful expression dawned in Wade’s eyes before he shook Joe’s hand. “Wade Tucker.”
Joe raised an eyebrow, surprise flashing on his face. “As in the other half of Damon & Tucker?”
Wade smiled. “The one and the same.”
Joe smiled back. “I’m a fan of your work.”
Rhys released the breath he hadn’t even realized he was holding. He wasn’t sure how he would have reacted if Wade hadn’t gotten on with Joe and Ethan. That was when Rhys realized that he wanted, no, needed Wade to like his friends. Friends Wade didn’t know about but whom Rhys counted as his brothers in arms. Friends who would drop everything and come to Rhys’s aid if he was ever in trouble.
“I can see that,” Wade drawled. He glanced around Saron’s distinctive decor before turning a curious stare on Rhys and Joe. “You’ll have to tell me the story of how you two met.”
Rhys glanced at Joe, his ears suddenly burning.
There was no way he was ready to admit to Wade how he’d picked up Joe at Le Secret, the internationally renowned upscale escort service, a few years ago in New York. Or how the two men had gone on to have a torrid on-off affair for the next fourteen months. Neither of them had been keen to enter into a relationship, but both of them liked their sex hot and dirty and their bodies had been highly compatible. They’d parted ways amicably when Joe had left the States for Tokyo and reconnected again a couple of years later, after Joe approached Rhys for his help in designing the club he intended to open.
Despite Joe’s protests, Rhys had done the job pro bono. In exchange, Rhys never had to pay for his or his guests’ drinks when he came to the club, a turn of events Rhys was more than pleased with since Saron had ended up becoming his favorite place to hang out in Tokyo after he and Wade relocated to Japan.
“Maybe I should let Rhys do the telling,” Joe said tactfully as he headed behind the bar.
Ethan watched his boyfriend thoughtfully before leaning across the counter toward Wade.
“Hey, you thinking the same thing as me? That they used to be fuck buddies?” Ethan said in a low voice.
Rhys nearly choked on his Scotch.
Wade dragged his gaze from Rhys’s flushed cheeks and observed Ethan steadily. “What makes you think that?”
Rhys didn’t miss the way Wade’s knuckles whitened slightly on his glass. Surprise flared through him. Is he jealous?
Ethan grimaced. “I can sense this vibe between them. Besides—,” he cocked a thumb at Rhys, “—this guy likes men with huge junks. And, if you don’t mind me saying so, you look like you have an enormous package.”
“Excuse me while I have a word with my employee,” Joe interrupted in a silky voice. He grabbed Ethan around the waist, lifted him off his feet, and carried him to a dark corner of the bar.
Akihito, one of the other bartenders, watched them with an exasperated expression. “I’m sorry about that,” he murmured to Wade. “He has a filter missing.”
Wade smiled faintly as he watched Joe crowd Ethan against a drinks shelf and proceed to kiss him senseless.
“They always like this?” he said, glancing curiously at Rhys.
“More often than you think,” Rhys drawled, looking at his friends with an amused expression.
“Amen to that,” muttered one of the club patrons next to Rhys.
A chorus of agreement echoed along the bar.
“They should just strip and start charging for the sex show,” another man said dreamily while Ethan wrapped one leg around Joe’s muscular thigh and squeezed his butt cheeks.
It was late by the time Rhys and Wade left Saron and reached Rhys’s apartment. They headed straight for Rhys’s bedroom, Wade’s hands on Rhys’s waist while he kissed and nibbled on Rhys’s neck.
Rhys shivered and bit back a groan.
Seriously, where does he get the energy from?
Although he’d been tired at the start of the evening, Rhys’s own fatigue had faded at Wade’s first kiss and his touch, as it always did.
He truly is a magician.
Wade stepped away from Rhys, kicked off his shoes, and slipped his tie free from the collar of his shirt. Rhys walked across to him and took the necktie from his grip. Wade looked at him, puzzled. His lips curved in an amused smile when Rhys wrapped the scarlet strip around his left wrist.
“What are you doing?” Wade murmured, examining the material knotted on his skin.
Rhys flashed him an arrogant smirk and cocked an eyebrow. “I’m about to fulfill one of your other fantasies.”
Wade’s eyes darkened. He stepped up to Rhys and trailed his left hand down Rhys’s right cheek, the silk tie fluttering at his wrist. “Oh yeah?”
“Yes,” Rhys said, closing his eyes briefly at the sensual caress.
It didn’t matter how many times Wade had touched him since the night he first stormed into Saron and dragged him home. A graze of Wade’s fingers. A stroke of his palm. That was all it took to ignite Rhys’s skin.
Chapter 20
Wade shuddered at the passionate light in Rhys’s eyes when the latter blinked them open. Rhys raised his hands and lowered Wade’s fingers from his face.
“There’s only one condition,” Rhys said. “You’re not allowed to touch me.”
Wade stared, his pulse spiking at Rhys’s command. “Is this payback for the other night?”
Rhys chuckled. The sound danced down Wade’s spine and made his dick swell.
“Nope,” Rhys drawled. “I think you’ll enjoy this better if you just…watch.”
Anticipation swirled through Wade as Rhys guided him to climb on the bed and sit at the top end. Rhys slipped his tie from the collar of his shirt and fastened it around Wade’s right wrist. He straddled Wade’s body and flashed him a sensual smile as he secured the make-shift straps to the posts framing the headboard.
“I think this will do,” Rhys murmured, tugging on the silk bands.
“Uh-huh,” Wade mumbled, his attention focused on where Rhys’s crotch touched the tent of Wade’s splendid erection. He bit back a groan when Rhys shuffled off the end of the bed.
Rhys stood and moved back a few steps. He paused, placed his hands on his hips, and tilted his head to the side while he stared at Wade, admiring his handy work.
“I could get used to this,” Rhys said. “Now, stay.”
Rhys’s hands rose to the buttons of his shirt. He undid them one by one, his movements slow and seductive, his heated gaze locked on Wade’s.
Wade swallowed. He’s going to drive me insane.
By the time Rhys finished the most raunchy striptease Wade had ever been treated to in his entire adult life, Wade was so hard his dick throbbed painfully behind the zipper of his pants.
Rhys glanced at Wade’s groin and bit his lip. “Hmm,” he hummed. “I can’t wait to get that inside me.”
“Shit,” Wade groaned, hips punching up at Rhys’s filthy words.
“But first, my hole is hungry for something else,” Rhys added mysteriously.
Wade frowned when Rhys walked around to the nightstand by the right side of the bed, took the lube out
of the top drawer, and opened the bottom compartment.
Holy. Fuck.
Wade’s fingers curled on the silk bands holding him prisoner as he stared at the object Rhys had removed from the drawer.
It was the dildo he had seen Rhys use on himself that first night he discovered Rhys wanted him.
Rhys cocked an eyebrow at Wade. “Remember this?”
Wade nodded wordlessly, too aroused to speak.
Rhys smiled as he stroked the large, flesh-colored sex toy with his fingers, his gaze growing hooded. “I haven’t used this since we started sleeping with each other. I seem to recall you saying you liked watching me—,” he paused and licked his lips in an alluring move that had Wade’s hips rising off the bed again in a reflexive thrust, “—what was it again? Oh, yeah. ‘Driving it up my ass’, I believe were your exact words.”
“Fuck, Rhys!” Wade swore, his body so hot he was surprised he hadn’t scorched the bedsheets.
Rhys shuddered and reached down to stroke his hard, leaking cock. “Oh, I’m going to, Wade. And you’re gonna watch while I do it.”
Wade’s heart slammed against his ribs so hard he thought he was having a coronary.
Rhys dropped the lube and the dildo on the bed, and climbed on the mattress. He faced Wade, spread Wade’s legs wide open, and squatted between them, just far enough back for Wade to get a full-frontal view of Rhys’s entire body.
The snap of the bottle lid opening was loud in the charged silence that filled the bedroom.
Wade clenched his jaw as Rhys poured a generous amount of lube in his right hand, coated the dildo liberally with the liquid, and set it back down on the bed. Rhys spread his thighs wide open, dropped his left hand on the mattress behind his back so he leaned slightly away from Wade, and brought his wet fingers to his hole.
A low moan rumbled out of Rhys as he rubbed his pink entrance. Wade shivered at the sexy sound, his eyes locked on Rhys’s fingers where he played with himself. Wade groaned when Rhys slipped one finger, then two inside himself, his passage opening deliciously to swallow his digits to the last knuckle.
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