THIS BOOK CONTAINS EXPLICIT ADULT CONTENT (R18), INCLUDING STRONG LANGUAGE, SEXUAL SCENES, GAY ROMANCE AND MATURE THEMES. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.
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He shouldn't be doing this.
God, he knew it. Knew it deep in his bones.
But here he was.
Standing by the bed like a man with no self-control, like a wolf with his fangs half-bared and his scent flaring for someone it wasn't supposed to be for.
The air was thick—reckless and electric. His partner was sprawled across the bed, drunk out of his mind, mumbling something incoherent about whiskey and sin, and the second man closing in. The room stank of liquor and suppressed moans.
And yet… he was the only one sober. The only one who knew exactly what this would mean if things went too far.
It should've been a warning. A red flag.
But for him? It was a dare.
The stranger leaning against the wall across from him was flushed, tousled, and burning with tension. A man too pretty to be in a place like this, too tightly wound to be drunk enough for what was about to happen.
And yet he didn't resist when their eyes locked. Nor did he speak when he crossed the room.
Didn't even blink when his fingers curled around the man's jaw and tilted it up like he owned it.
That mouth was a temptation.
And temptation had always been his poison.
He let his jaw and dropped to his knees in front of him, slow and deliberate. His breath hitched. He saw the way his hand twitched at his side like he wanted to reach for his hair but knew better than to do it yet. Stripping him off his clothes; a white shirt and black trousers, only his pant was left.
He'd been hard long before he got here. Now, he rubbed his cock through his pants, slow and deliberate while his left hand was rubbing the inside of his thigh from his knee all the way up.
His cock was rock hard and pulsing, wanting to be free of the pant, but he wanted to keep him on the edge for as long as he could.
His hand slid up to the very tip of his cock, which was glistening with precum, and then all the way down to the backside of his balls that were full like water balloons ready to explode.
Finally, he moved his head down to his crotch, tasted the little wet spot of precum and his cock twitched at the touch on his tongue.
Then he opened his mouth and took his cock in. The groan that ripped from his chest wasn't acting. His whole body tensed like he'd been waiting for it since the second his trousers dropped.
His lips formed a vacuum around his shaft, and he used to opportunity to sink halfway down before pulling back with a wet pop, letting spit trail from his mouth to his tip.
He looked up at him through his lashes. He was almost begging for him to just pull his cock out of the pant and suck it. But he was trying to delay this for as long as possible.
Unable to do so anymore , he reached down and pulled his cock out the leg of his pant. His mouth enveloped the head before it had been fully released . Then he used his left hand to get his balls fully out.
The man was half drunk but the pleasure simmering in his eyes was palpable. And he? He was unable to hold himself back.
He put his hands on the inside of his knees and lightly pushed out, opening him up. His tongue flicked, licked and circled the head of his cock.
When his hand reached down and was on the back of his head, and his hips thrust up off the bed, he was ready for the load of cum that was headed his way.
The man looked down at him, but he didn't stop him.
He gently pulled on his hairy balls as he began sliding his cock down his throat, holding onto his thighs for leverage.
Looking down, he saw his toes curl from the sensation and lust building in the groin of his companion. His salty flavour filled his mouth as he sucked hard on his tip, licking up and down his hard, bouncing shaft until his hairy balls were in his mouth.
He grinned and went back down, faster this time, letting his dick hit the back of his throat with his precum leaking. His legs buckled just slightly and he grabbed his hips with both hands, holding him still, keeping control.
He was being good. Better than usual. And this little stranger was probably short-circuiting from the sensation.
He moved his head, up and down, keeping eye contact when he could, letting his tongue trace every inch of him. His grip on his ass tightened, feeling the muscle, the tension, the way he flexed his ass every time he took him deeper. He moaned again, breath getting ragged with that perfect mix of desperation and awe.
Moments later, he turned him to face the wall, pressing his chest into the bed and pulling his ass out towards him. He spread his part hairy cheeks apart, getting a peak at his virgin hole.
His cheeks fit his face perfectly as he dove in, his tongue eating his hole like the leftovers of an ice-cream plate. Devouring him like something stolen, something forbidden.
He groaned under the bed, and his hole fell loose with his warm wetness.
He pushed his cheeks as far apart as possible for a deeper dive and stroked his leaking cock at the same time, his legs began to shake with the overwhelming sensation running through him.
A few minutes after, he took him in his mouth again, faster this time, letting his throat work his dick with sloppy, noisy slurps that filled the room.
His spit was everywhere, dripping down his chin and coating his shaft. His hips jerked forward just once and he slapped his butt
He kept going, punishing him with pleasure, bobbing faster, his tongue swirling. He felt his legs shake and he knew he was close. He wanted him right on the edge and so his hand cupped his balls, squeezed gently, and then slid behind, grazing that spot that made his knees almost give out.
He groaned again. His whole body twitching.
He scrambled back onto the bed, lying down on his back, cock standing tall and leaking like crazy.
He climbed up next to him, straddling his chest.
He wrapped his hand around his cock again. This time, he didn't tease. He stroked him with tight and fast pumps, leaning over him so he could feel the weight of his body over his. His hands gripped the sheets, toes curling, hips bucking into his hand.
He cried out, head falling back, his chest arching. His cock pulsed in his hand,and ropes of cum landing across his chest, some hitting his chin. His whole body shook, twitching as he milked every drop from him. He kept stroking until he gasped and kept gasping in pleasure.
Finally he left him, watching him as he lay there, wrecked and breathing heavy, glazed in his own load.
He lit a cigarette, exhaled slow, then glanced at his watch. He had less than twelve hours to clean up and smile like nothing happened. After all... he'd only just returned to Ravenshore for the wedding and he was Landon Hayes.