by Mandy Harbin
“Hi,” Kayden said. “Can I come in?”
Mitchell cleared his throat. “Of course.” He stepped out of the way and motioned for Kayden to enter.
“Nice place.” Kayden glanced around the small apartment.
“Um, thanks. I didn’t have much time to find something reasonable. Everything is expensive in the French Quarter.” Mitchell walked to the small kitchen. “Wanna drink? I have beer or Coke.”
“Beer’s good.” Kayden sat on the couch while Mitchell grabbed the drinks from the fridge. Lord, the man seemed too relaxed. Maybe Kayden did this sort of thing all the time. He hadn’t needed much convincing in his office.
Uh-oh. What if Kayden was trying to trap him? He’d been the reason that guy Van had gotten yanked out of the club and wasn’t at work in the days that followed. Van had been back at the office today but hadn’t been by to introduce himself. What if Kayden was feeling out Mitchell to see how far he’d go? He gripped the two bottles of beer, popped the caps off and walked into the living room. He stood and stared down at Kayden, indecision warring within.
Kayden patted the seat cushion next to him and smiled gently. Mitchell eased down as he handed Kayden his beer. He took a long pull as he watched Mitchell. Those eyes stared into his soul. He felt trapped by a predator. But he wasn’t sure if the intention was purely sexual or due to a desire to catch him in the act of wrongdoing. That would be entrapment, but Mitchell couldn’t be sure of the man’s objective.
When Kayden’s hand found Mitchell’s knee and caressed it, Mitchell tried not to jump. God, that touch felt so good. Welcoming. Maybe this was wrong—hell, he knew it was—but Van was back at work. He hadn’t lost his job, and the dude had given a customer a hummer in the middle of the bar. Mitchell wasn’t going to do anything so boldly sinful. He could withstand a slap on the wrist if it came to that. His penis hardened at the thought of seeing the other man naked. Would the hot assistant be cut or uncut? Either way he knew the man was impressive after their little escapade. He put his beer on the table and dug into his jeans pocket to retrieve the thing that would get him the bonus later and allow him to play with the sexy man on his couch now.
“Your hand is shaking,” Kayden murmured, but Mitchell wasn’t sure the man had meant to say that aloud. He was frowning as he stared at Mitchell’s hand.
“Just a little nervous.”
Kayden looked into Mitchell’s eyes with a narrowed gaze but didn’t say anything else. Mitchell uncapped the bottle, his dick getting harder by the second. He knew how he was going to start this and hoped Kayden wouldn’t require too much incentive to jump right in. They hadn’t discussed who’d be bottoming, but Mitchell was so turned on he didn’t care. He switched depending on his mood, but he had to admit it had been a while since he’d let a man fuck him. Even knowing that, he wanted
Kayden…however he could get him. The fact that this was happening felt surreal.
Mitchell slowly unfastened his jeans, the rasp of the zipper’s teeth biting into the quiet night. He’d gone commando to make things easier, so as soon as the zipper was lowered all the way, his cock sprang free.
Kayden’s sudden intake of air didn’t go unnoticed.
Mitchell liked knowing this was affecting the other man and felt a little more encouraged. He held the bottle above his penis and let a couple drops land on his shaft. He groaned at the cool sensation and immediately wrapped his hand around himself. He relaxed against the back of the couch and let his hips angle out as he began to stroke. He shut his eyes briefly, but then opened them. He didn’t want to close himself off from Kayden and he needed to be sure the other man was with him all the way.
He glanced down, letting his eyes enjoy the journey up Kayden’s body. The bulge straining his jeans stirred fiery tingles in Mitchell’s gut. He wanted to put it in his mouth and suck on it until Kayden shot down his throat. Mitchell groaned as he looked away and squeezed his penis, trying to slow down the heat building within. But when he met Kayden’s stare, he gasped, biting his bottom lip as he increased the pace. Kayden was panting, his face flushed, his neck strained.
“Do you wanna—”
Mitchell didn’t get to finish extending his offer of touching his dick to Kayden because the man beside him knocked his hand out of the way and grabbed his dick the moment Mitchell had opened his mouth.
Mitchell threw his head back and thrust his hips up. “Oh fuck.” “You like that?” Kayden panted.
Mitchell whimpered and nodded right before he blindly reached for the other man’s zipper. Feel. He wanted to feel Kayden in his hand, in his mouth, in his ass.
Kayden pushed Mitchell’s hand away. “Not yet, babe.”
He squeezed harder, handling Mitchell’s cock so roughly it was just this side of painful. It felt better than any other man touching him had before and he knew he wouldn’t be able to last long. God, he wanted to hold out and enjoy the delicious friction for as long as possible, but that would be a losing battle. Mitchell reached up and squeezed Kayden’s arm as he turned his head to stare at the man who mastered his cock with just a hand. Sweat beaded Kayden’s brow as he watched what he was doing to Mitchell’s dick with steely determination, rapt in his task.
Their eyes met and Mitchell couldn’t ignore the need that burned in Kayden’s gaze. He leaned over and took Kayden’s mouth with a kiss as rough as the hand on his dick. The barely there stubble of Kayden’s jaw only added to the burn Mitchell felt all over, and he forced his tongue as far into Kayden’s mouth as he could get it.
Kayden squeezed his cock harder, frantically jerking at it. Mitchell’s balls tingled, grew heavy, and he knew he couldn’t fight off the inevitable any longer. He groaned into Kayden’s mouth as his dick got impossibly hard just before a shiver rocked through him. He felt the explosion of cum rushing to the tip and ripped his mouth away to shout his release with a litany of curses and praises.
Mitchell moaned with the last twitch of his penis and slumped against Kayden’s side. After several deep breaths, he noticed Kayden’s erection still fighting the seam of his jeans. Mitchell’s ass flexed with need, and he didn’t want to wait any longer to have that man in his body. He kissed Kayden’s arm where his head was resting and made his way up his neck. While Mitchell peppered kisses along a path to Kayden’s lips, he slipped his hand along Kayden’s stomach, down his taut muscles and onto his crotch.
“No one has ever made me feel like that before.”
Kayden tensed against him. The man was probably just as nervous as he was. Maybe he should make his company understand how much he wanted this.
“I want you to make me feel better. Fuck me. Please don’t make me wait.”
When Kayden didn’t relax or say anything, Mitchell looked up and caught myriad emotions dancing on that handsome face. He recognized some and understood them— fear, hesitation, desire were emotions he’d suffered tonight. But Mitchell also saw cockiness and shock. Did the man have a big ego? Was he fully aware that he was just that good? Mitchell didn’t know, but there was no denying Kayden knew how to satisfy a man. But then why was he shocked by that? It didn’t make sense.
Kayden jumped up, almost knocking Mitchell on his side since he was leaning heavily into the man who had just given him the best orgasm of his life.
“I’ve got to go.”
“What?” The sudden shock of Kayden’s action made Mitchell’s voice screech.
Kayden bolted to the kitchen and grabbed a towel to wipe his hand while Mitchell fumbled around with his pants as he tried to stand.
“What’s wrong? If you want me to top, I can do that if you give me a little time. I just figured since you hadn’t—”
“No.” Kayden tossed the soiled towel on the table. “I, er…sorry. I have to go.” “You can’t be serious,” Mitchell said incredulously.
The door opened and slammed shut. Kayden was gone.
Mitchell stood there staring at the door, not understanding what the hell just happened.
*
* * * *
Kayden sat in his office, staring blankly at more ideas of sex toys. After last night, he really didn’t want to be here. But it was because of last night that he didn’t have any choice.
He’d had every intention of following through with having sex with Mitchell and using the afterglow to get the man to confess what he’d put in the lube. Once he knew what was in it, he would then blow off the guy and submit Butt Butter as his idea to Beau. But Mitchell had been so sincere in his words, so raw in his actions, that it had left Kayden flustered, which wasn’t something he was used to. He had second-guessed his plan in that moment, and even now he felt like a royal prick for running out on Mitchell. The new product development specialist might just be a master of deceit, but Kayden’s attack of conscience couldn’t be quieted.
He felt creepy and dirty just considering going through with that plan because being with Mitchell had awakened something in him he hadn’t felt in a long time. Desire. Not just the need to fuck or get off, but the urge to explore for something more, something deeper.
Something he couldn’t have.
He’d been up half the night going back and forth on what he should do, and the only option he felt was right was one that caused his current headache. He’d have to tell Mitchell the idea he’d submitted wouldn’t work and pick something else. In the meantime, he’d given Logan and Xavier tasks that required Mitchell’s involvement and would keep them busy most of the day. He couldn’t run the risk of Mitchell making a surprise visit. It bought him some time to discover a better idea, and then he would be ready to email Mitchell the news.
Yeah, he was an ass, but he didn’t want to face the man and cause a scene. That was problem number two. Problem number one was actually finding a good idea for a new product, knowing there wasn’t a better idea. Butt Butter was the best option by far, but that didn’t matter now. Kayden would have to redouble his efforts to find the perfect product to launch.
A quiet knock sounded on his door and Kayden cracked his knuckles and loosened his neck. Zeke had requested a meeting to discuss an idea, and Kayden had been eager to see him. He couldn’t wait to hear the proposal.
“Come on in.”
Zeke walked in, wearing jeans and a grunge band t-shirt. He didn’t have any notes or prototypes with him, but that wasn’t a bad thing. Mitchell had carried his idea in his pocket. Stop thinking about him!
“Hey there, Kayden. Thanks for seeing me.” Zeke walked up to Kayden’s desk and took the seat on the right in front of it.
“Sure thing, man. Whatcha got?” Kayden leaned back in his chair, clicking his pen rapidly. He looked down, forced himself to stop the nervous action, set it on his desk and steepled his fingers instead.
“I’ve been a bartender a long time, and one thing I’ve learned is people love to drink. Gay men especially. We love to make games out of it, drink new and fun drinks and just socialize.”
“Yeah, I agree. So does Beau. I don’t believe he’d own a bar if he didn’t bank on that.”
“Uh-huh, and gay men also love hooking up.”
“I think all men do, but go on.”
Zeke chuckled. “Right on. Um, so my idea is to combine the two.”
“Sex and alcohol? Hate to break it to you, man, but those things have gone hand in hand since the beginning of time.”
“No, I mean literally. My idea is to create a dildo that secretes alcohol from the tip.” Kayden stared at the man across from him. Was he fucking serious? He shook his head, partly as a response and partly to clear it of all the colorful words floating around, wanting to be vocalized.
“I can see why it may seem like a good idea, especially if a couple were into feltching, but I have to think of practicality, and marketing a product that inserts alcohol into one’s rectum presents hygienic issues…and possible legal ones.”
“No, no. It would be an oral toy. Picture it—a man sucking a dildo at a party and he’s getting cheered on. Only when enough time and the right amount of suction power is exerted would it release the drink. It’d be like climaxing, but releasing alcohol instead of cum. It could be a drinking game, a competition to see who could make the dildo release its load, so to speak, the fastest. I even have a name for it. We’d call it the Phallus Chalice. Get it?” Zeke chuckled. “Because it’s a vessel to drink from but in the shape of a penis.”
The Phallus Chalice? Good God. It took great effort for Kayden not to roll his eyes. He should’ve known Zeke would suggest something involving liquor. That man honestly expected them to manufacture a dildo that squirted alcohol. This had been a bust in a big way. He opened his iPad and started typing.
“I’ve got you and your idea down.”
“You don’t like it.” It wasn’t a question.
Kayden sighed and looked up. “As a drinking game it’s a good idea. But Beau wants something that’d appeal to as many men in our demographic as possible. Not all gay men play drinking games, Zeke. But it is unique, I’ll give you that. I’ll note it, and if it doesn’t get picked for the initial launch, Beau might be interested in producing it later. If so, I’m sure you’d get some form of credit.” Kayden wasn’t sure how true that was, but he just wanted the bartender out of his office. The idea was dead in the water for this project and that was all that mattered to him at this point.
His office phone rang and he glanced at the LCD screen to see who it was. He gritted his teeth, immediately recognizing who was calling. The billing department at the hospital.
“I need to deal with this call. I’ll let you know when a decision has been made.”
Zeke sighed as he stood and turned for the door. Thankfully the look on his face showed he wasn’t expecting to be awarded the bonus money. At least he didn’t have his hopes up for something that wouldn’t come. Once he exited the office, Kayden turned his attention to the phone. On the last ring it went to voicemail.
Just as well. He didn’t know what those people expected. What was it his grandma always said? You can’t get blood out of a turnip. If he didn’t have the money to pay extra on the medical bills, he just didn’t have it.
You know how to get ten thousand. He shut his eyes, forcing that thought away.
Author’s Note
Thanks for reading this book! If you enjoyed it, I would be very grateful for a review on Amazon. Customer reviews are extremely important on Amazon to help better position a book within search results and to help other readers select what they’re going to read next.
Thanks again for reading this book, and I hope you liked the sample of Slick Competition enough to make you want to read more!
About the Author
Mandy Harbin is an award-winning, bestselling author of several books across multiple romance genres ranging from contemporary to paranormal erotic romance. She is also the number one bestselling author in teen romance under the pen name M.W. Muse with her popular Goddess Series. She is a Superstar Award recipient, Reader’s Crown and RWA Passionate Plume finalist, and has received Night Owl Reviews Top Pick distinction many times. She studied writing at the University of Arkansas at Little Rock, earned several degrees, and even pursued an MBA until she realized becoming an author did not have to remain an unfulfilled dream. Mandy is a PAN member of the RWA and lives in a small Arkansas town with her non-traditional family, and although she is a direct descendant of British royalty, they refuse to call her princess. When she’s not penning her latest book, you can find her hanging out online where she loves to connect with fellow readers or stalking Mickey Mouse at Disney World.
www.mandyharbin.com
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