“Andrew,” I moan.
“I know, baby,” he says against my neck. “You’re lucky we’re in the middle of the dance floor, or I’d take you right now. I’d sink my dick in your tight ass and fuck you so damn good.”
Shit, I want that too.
We stay this way for a few minutes, slowly grinding on each other. Probably putting on a pretty good show for the people watching. Do I care? Hell no. It feels too damn good to care. I’d stay this way forever if I could. Actually no, I wouldn’t. I’d want a bed close by and for everyone to disappear first.
When the song ends, Andrew pulls back, just far enough for me to see his eyes. They’re dark, but I swear I see fire in them. We’re both breathing heavily, and I think Andrew is going to lean in and kiss me. I silently pray he does, even though I shouldn’t. I’m done. It’s inevitable. Why fight something that’s going to happen anyway? I’ll just have to deal with the consequences later.
“Shit,” Andrew mutters. “I’ve got to get back behind the bar before Jaxon slaughters me.”
I’m tempted to tell him fuck it, Jaxon and Mia can handle things themselves, but I don’t. I can’t. I want to growl out my frustration. Now that I’ve decided to give in, I’m impatient. I want him now.
Instead, I take a step back from him and nod. “Go.”
His eyes don’t leave mine as he takes another step back, and then another. Before he can get out of hearing range, he says, “This isn’t over. We’re continuing this later.”
I don’t say anything, and after another moment, Andrew turns around and heads to the hallway, I’m assuming to the bathroom to get his dick under control before getting back to work. I stand there and watch his ass in his tight jeans and want to chase after him.
I’ve never had someone get me so worked up as Andrew does. All he has do is look at me with his black eyes and I’m ready and willing to forget all the other shit going on in my life. Even though I know it’s a bad idea, there’s no way I can continue to keep away from him. That ship has sailed and is a thousand miles away from shore.
With that thought in mind, I start walking toward the dark hallway Andrew is currently in. I’ve decided that Jaxon and Mia can handle things for a few more minutes. Just as Andrew said earlier, I’m not leaving without a taste. He’s teased and taunted me one too many times and it’s about damn time he follows through.
Just as I reach the mouth of the hallway, Andrew walks out of the bathroom. I briefly notice the white t-shirt he has on with the caption, “You must be this long to climb on this ride.” There’s a ruler underneath the lettering.
I beeline straight for him, determination in my steps. He doesn’t notice me until I’m only a few feet away. He stops in his tracks with that damn sexy smile in place.
“You come back for—” he starts, but I stop him by slamming him against the wall. The next second my mouth is taking his in a brutal kiss.
And it tastes every fucking bit as good as I knew it would it.
There is no slow build-up of teases and touches and coaxing with my tongue. Fuck that. I go straight for the good stuff and shove my way into his mouth. Of course, none of that would have been needed anyway, because he gives as good as he gets.
I moan into his mouth and push my hard body against his, both our dicks still hard and straining toward each other. Andrew grips my hair and slants my head to the side, giving us both better access to the other’s mouth.
I feel the vibrations of Andrew’s moan against my chest and it just ramps up my need even more. I adjust my stance and shove one of my legs between his, gently rocking my thigh against his hardness. He growls against my lips and the sound brings tingles to my skin.
I pull back and start licking and kissing down his neck. Once I make it to his ear, I whisper raggedly, “No more fucking teasing. You want to fuck me, then fuck me, but know that you won’t be the only one doing the fucking.” I need him to know that I’m not just a bottom. I give and take. There’s no way this will work if he doesn’t realize that. No fucking way in hell I would be able to hold back from sinking my dick in his ass. I’m already so fucking hard I could hammer nails.
Andrew groans and grips my ass, kneading it. “You want my ass, baby?” I pull back and look into his eyes, not able to hide the fierce need, causing him to chuckle. In a low voice, he continues, “Oh, yeah, you want it bad, don’t you? Well, you’re in luck, ’cause it’s all fucking yours.”
I know my eyes flare with desire at his words, and I attack his mouth again. The thought of what’s to come later has my blood pumping and my hands itching to rip his clothes off and take him now. My stomach flutters, and I feel light-headed. Sweat slides down my overheated body.
Andrew’s hands run down my back until he reaches the hem of my shirt. When I feel his bare fingers slipping underneath the material, touching my back, I barely contain my shout of pleasure. I have no fucking clue how I’m going to last once we’re alone and naked.
A throat clearing interrupts our hot and heavy make-out session, reminding us we’re in a public place, Andrew’s work, no less. It’s a good thing too, because I have no doubt that another few minutes would have had one of us shoving the other into the bathroom to finish this.
My head drops back, while he turns his toward the opening of the hallway. I take a few deep breaths to try to calm my breathing and racing heart, which causes me to breathe in Andrew’s delicious scent. It does nothing to help my raging hard-on.
Fuck! He smells good!
“Really, hotness?” I hear the rumble of Andrew’s voice. “You couldn’t give us a few more minutes here?”
“No, I need you out front,” is Jaxon’s reply, no remorse in his voice. Instead I hear a hint of amusement.
“Fucking cock-block,” Andrew mutters. My lips tip up at the frustration in his voice.
“I heard that, fucker. Now get your ass out here,” Jaxon says, before I hear his retreating footsteps.
I hear a thump and bring my head back down to see Andrew leaning his against the wall with his eyes closed. He inhales deeply before lifting his head to look at me. His jaw is clenched, and I still see desire in the depths of his eyes.
“You’re coming home with me tonight,” he says in a tone that brooks no argument. As if he would get one from me after what transpired here in the hallway.
“You bet your ass I am,” is my reply. No fucking way in hell would it be any other way.
He gives me his sexy grin again and dips his head for another quick kiss. Once his lips touch mine, there’s nothing quick about it, though. He nips and licks and tortures me some more. However, I give back just as much, sucking his tongue into my mouth, getting more of what is fast becoming my favorite taste.
All too soon, we hear Jaxon barking, “Now, Andrew!”
With a growl, Andrew yanks his lips from mine and snarls back, “Hold your fucking panties, I’m coming!” In a quieter tone, he says, “Not really, but fuck, I want to be.”
I laugh at him and he just glares back. We both take a minute to adjust ourselves before walking toward the end of the hallway. Once there, he turns to me and says, “Wait for me. You can follow me over in your Jeep.” He leans over and places a kiss on my lips, then walks over to the bar and leaps over it.
Closing my eyes, I count to ten. Once I’m reasonably sure my body is somewhat back to normal, I walk over and take a seat at the bar. I glance up at the clock and want to growl at the offensive thing. Two more fucking hours to go.
Andrew
Girls have it so damn easy. When they get horny they get a little wet in their panties. I’m sure that gets pretty uncomfortable at times, but it’s nowhere near the shit us guys go through. When we get horny, we have this big fucking pole hanging between our legs, looking for the nearest hole to sink into. That shit wants to stick straight out, but we have no choice but to tuck it between our bellies and the waistband of our pants. It constantly gets in the way, pinched, or rubbed raw. We also leak, just like girls. Except th
at shit doesn’t stay in the seat of our underwear. Fuck no, depending on if the guy is big enough, as in my case, that shit gets smeared into our happy trail, making it sticky and stiff. That’s definitely not something you want. And on the occasions we can’t find a nice, warm, willing hole? We have to find a private place to jack the fucker to find release, have our balls feel like they’re two-ton weights, or think of our grandmother’s underwear.
Yep, girls get off so easy. I adjust my junk for the tenth time tonight and look over at Jase to see him sitting there talking to Ethan and Karyn. I’ve kept my eye on him for the past two hours—no way am I letting him escape unnoticed—so I know they’ve been talking for a while.
My shift is coming to a close, and I’m impatient to grab Jase and get the fuck out of here. Thinking back to what happened in the hallway has me damn near bouncing on my heels in anticipation. I feel like a teenage boy getting ready to receive his first blow job. The surprise I felt when Jase first pushed me against the wall and attacked my mouth lasted all of a split second before my instincts took over. When he pressed his hard body against mine, and I felt his cock against my own, it took every single bit of strength in me to not rip off his clothes and lick his body from head to toe. It’s only been a little over a week since he’s been in town, but it feels like I’ve been waiting on him for decades.
I finish up the last of the shit I have to do before I leave. There’s not too many customers left and Mia is still working, with Jaxon in his office for backup. I let them both know I’m leaving, quickly wash my hands, and whistle loudly for Jase. He looks over at me, and I give him a chin lift, letting him know it’s time to leave. I watch the desire return to his eyes, and it ramps up my blood pressure.
Neither one of us says a word as we walk out of Jaxon’s and head to our cars. We both know what’s coming. No words need to be said. I don’t stray too close to him while we walk because I’m not entirely sure I’ll be able to control myself if I do. The temptation of Jase is too much.
The drive home doesn’t take long, as with just about every place here in Jaded Hollow. I pull into my driveway and see Jase’s Jeep park behind my car. Without watching to see if he follows, already knowing that he is, I head up the steps to my two-story, unlock the door, and step inside. Jase is right behind me and closes the door.
When I hear the click of the lock, I turn and we both just stand there and stare at each other for a minute. Unable to hold back any longer, I slowly make my way to him, grabbing the back of my shirt and pulling it off on my way. His eyes flare wide as I expose my tattooed chest.
When I make it to him, I reach up and pull the hair tie from his hair. The dark-blond strands fall to his shoulders and an image pops into my head of me grabbing a handful as I fuck him from behind.
I place both my arms on the wall on either side of his head and lower my lips to his. The instant our lips touch we moan in unison. I don’t think it’s possible to ever get enough of his taste.
I grab his bottom lip with my teeth and suck it into my mouth. Jase moans again and places his hands on my abs. His rough and callused palms feel so fucking good against my skin. Goose bumps appear and I growl my pleasure.
“Shit. Don’t fucking stop touching me.”
“No way in hell,” is his husky reply, before tracing his fingers up my stomach and chest to tweak my nipples. Ever since I got them pierced years ago, they’ve gotten even more sensitive. He flicks the metal and my already hard cock gets even stiffer.
My mouth leaves Jase’s and I trace my tongue down his neck. I run the tip of it down the stubble the day has left behind. My hands leave the wall and make their way down to the hem of his shirt.
“Take this shit off,” I tell him, and bring the material up his stomach.
He reaches back and quickly slips the material over his head, leaving a sight that has my mouth watering. I want to worship every bit of his body once I see his magnificent chest. There’s muscle after muscle and it’s lightly covered in light brown hair. He has a six-pack that I want to spend an hour exploring.
I dip my head and lay kisses from his collarbone, down to his pecs. I lick and flick my tongue against his flat nipples. He hisses in a breath through clenched teeth, and I move on to the next one.
Leaving his nipples behind, I trail my lips down his abs and head for the hair leading to his waistband. I get down on my knees in front of him and look up into his eyes. The color is no longer clear blue. Instead it’s a storm-cloud gray.
“You want me to fuck you with my mouth, baby?” I ask him.
“Fuck yes, I do,” he breathes, his voice hoarse and needy. “Put me in your mouth.”
I give him a smile as I reach out and lay my hands on the waistband of his jeans. Without taking my eyes off him, I undo his pants. When I slip them down his hips, I bring my eyes to the sight in front of me. The hard cock that bounces out in relief captivates me. It’s fucking huge and has a natural tan, the mushroom-shaped tip slightly pink.
There’s a drop of precum on the tip, and unable to hold back any longer, I stick out my tongue and lick the drop away. I groan loudly at the taste of him. Jase’s hips buck and he puts his hands in my hair.
“Ah, fuck, Andrew,” he says with a deep moan.
Bringing my eyes back up to him, I lower my head and lick the underside of the head until I reach the slit. I open my mouth and bring the head inside. The moan that slips from the back of my throat is just as much for my benefit as it is his—I’m unable to hold it in. His dick is one of the best things that’s ever entered my mouth.
Jase’s grip on my hair tightens and his hips move forward. Wanting to please my man, I grip the base of his cock and suck him in my mouth until he touches the back of my throat. Jase’s shout of pleasure sends a zing of satisfaction through me.
Pulling out, I slowly hollow my cheeks and then suck him back in. During the outward motion, I run my hand down his shaft. In and out. In and out. Jase’s grunts and groans fuel my own need.
With my free hand, I grab his balls and give them a gentle tug. I feel Jase jerk in my mouth when I do. His body is tensing, and I know he’s getting ready to blow.
Not wanting him to let go until I’m inside him, I release his cock and stand back up.
“What the fuck are you doing?” he growls at me.
I give him a half smile before saying, “Not yet, baby. I want to be inside you when you come.”
“Then what the fuck are we waiting for? Where the hell is your room?”
“Horny much?” I ask with a raised brow, cocky grin in place.
“Fuck yeah, I am,” he grinds out.
“What’s wrong, honey? You don’t want to build the anticipation? It’s always better when you wait.” I like taunting him, even knowing there’s no way I can wait either. I love knowing he’s impatient with need for me.
He takes a step toward me and snarls, “To hell with anticipation. You take me to your room or I’ll be fucking you right here.”
My whole body shivers at his words, and it’s so damn tempting to let him follow through.
“Nah-uh. I’ve been waiting months to slide inside you. No way are you taking that from me.”
He looks at me with a question in his eyes at my comment, and I realize what I just said. I still need to tell him that Chris told me all about him before he even got here.
“I’ve only been here a little over a week. How could you have waited months?”
“Later.” I throw off his question and grab his hand. “Let’s go.” I take him to the hallway that leads to my room. He’s got no choice but to follow me, his jeans sagging around his waist.
Once inside, I release his hand and turn to face him. I reach down and pop the button on my jeans and pull down the zipper. Jase’s greedy eyes watch my movements. When I don’t move to tug my jeans down, he looks up at me.
“Waiting on you, baby. We do this together, because once mine are down, there won’t be time to remove yours.” I speak the honest truth.
Once I’m naked, there’s not a damn thing that’ll stop me from getting to him.
We watch each other as we tug down our pants in unison. Without taking my eyes off Jase, I reach down and yank off my shoes and socks and let my jeans fall the rest of the way to the floor. He does the same.
I stand back up, and just as I told him, I advance toward him quickly. I grab both sides of his face and slam my mouth down on his. Our bodies collide and mesh together, and his warm body against mine is a wonderful fucking feeling.
I turn us toward the bed and walk him backwards until his knees hit the mattress. There, I lift my lips from his and shove him down. He watches me from his reclined position as I climb on top of him and straddle his hips. Our cocks come in contact, causing me to release a jagged breath.
I bend my head and attack his neck, nipping and sucking on the skin. Marking him.
Jase grabs my hips and grinds upward before sliding one hand around to grip my hardness. My dick jumps at the contact.
Fuck, that feels good! I never realized how much I need his hands on me. How much I crave it.
He slides his hand up and down my erection, and I feel myself getting closer to release. All it takes is one touch from him, and I already want to explode.
Knowing I won’t last long if he continues, I pull back and sit up.
“On your stomach, Jase,” I murmur.
Without protest, his eyes blazing, he flips around onto his belly.
The sight before me almost has me drooling like a fucking idiot. Scooting down a bit, I grab his hips and hoist him up onto his knees, and I swear I do drool.
He has the most magnificent ass I’ve ever seen. And it’s all mine. It’ll always be mine. Once I take him, there will be no going back. I don’t know if he realizes it, but Jase Mathews is about to be claimed for life.
Reaching out, I lightly glide my hands along the tempting ass staring right at me. I hear Jase suck in a sharp breath. I lean over and place my lips on the base of his spine and run my stubble across his lower back. The scent that greets me is intoxicating, and I want to breathe it in forever.
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