Eager to see how he’d respond, I began running my hands up and down his chest, my fingers circling around his nipples. The tiny nubs began to peak under my ministrations, and he bit down on his lip to stifle a moan. I committed each and every sound he made to memory. Cole kept his gaze trained on the two men across the room. When I glanced up at them, I saw what had him so enraptured. They were mirroring our movements with their own. Every flick of my tongue, every tease of my hands, they did the same, as if I got to control their arousal as much as I was controlling ours. It was exciting and new and fucking hot as hell.
Our hips kept up their perfect rhythm, thrusting and circling against each other in a slow grind. My palm spread across his flat stomach, Cole took in a stuttering breath, his head dropping back onto my shoulder as my pinkie finger dipped below the waistband of his pants, teasing along the silky line of hair there.
“You like being watched, don’t you,” I whispered in his ear. “You like having their eyes on you, seeing what I’m doing to you and watching you come undone. You’re a very naughty boy, Cole. I had no idea, but I fucking love it.”
Cole turned his head to meet my gaze through hooded eyes. His fingers wound their way into my hair as he said, “There’s a lot you don’t know about me yet.” Then his lips sealed over mine in a kiss that had my legs wanting to give out from under me.
I turned him to face me, and he came willingly, the men across the room completely forgotten as we devoured each other’s mouths. “Please, Miles,” he whined.
“Please what?” I demanded, wanting to hear him say the words.
“Take me home,” he answered.
Chapter Seven
COLE
It felt like an eternity as we waited for the limo driver to come back and get us and take us to get Miles’ truck from the hotel and then another lifetime as he drove us back to Vintage Ridge. I glanced down at his speedometer, wondering if I could convince him to go any faster, but I saw he was already going eighty. Apparently, I wasn’t the only one feeling like I was about to lose my mind, and that helped to calm the riot of butterflies inside my stomach.
My hands were shaking with the need to touch him, and I balled them into fists in my lap, afraid I might cause him to wreck if I started exploring him the way I wanted to. What had happened in the club had been hot as fuck, and Miles had been right, to an extent. I did like the fact that those two men were watching us, seeing what Miles was doing to me from across the room. But what he hadn’t realized was the real turn on for me lay in knowing that everyone in that place got to see me with him. They saw, and they wished it could be them, but for at least that one moment in time, he was all mine.
Finally, Miles pulled up in front of my apartment and slammed on the breaks. I didn’t even have time to get my seatbelt off before he was out of the truck and around my side, opening the door for me like a true gentleman. I didn’t want him to be a gentleman right then. I wanted him to be the filthy man who’d practically fucked me through my clothes on the dance floor.
A growl rumbled up from his chest, and for a second, I thought I’d spoken my thoughts aloud. “Where’s your key?” he demanded.
“My front right pocket,” I answered, not bothering to reach in and get it. Instead, I raised an eyebrow in challenge.
Miles’ mouth lifted in a seductive grin. “Going to make me work for it, huh? I happen to like that actually.” I gave a startled gasp as his hand reached into my pocket, letting his fingers brush against my aching cock and turning it as rigid as it had been earlier.
“We better take this inside before someone hears us. Those sexy little noises you make belong to me tonight. No one else is allowed to hear them.” I had to admit, the possessive tone in his voice was pushing all my buttons.
With great effort, I allowed him to step away and then I followed him up to my door and waited for him to unlock it. He turned to me, right before he pushed it open. “Are you sure about this? It’s okay if you want—”
I slammed into him, my mouth searching his as I backed us through the doorway and into the apartment. His startled laughter soon turned into a litany of curses as I pushed him up against the door then sank to my knees. Too turned on to take things slowly, I unbuttoned his jeans then slid the zipper down before reaching inside and wrapping my hand around his stiff cock.
My mouth watered at the sight of his precum dribbling down my fingers as I freed his long shaft from his underwear. Looking up, I locked eyes with him as my tongue swept over the head, capturing his pearly essence in my mouth and groaning as the salty flavor of him burst on my tongue. I continued watching him as I ran my tongue along the vein underneath his cock then sucked him into my eager mouth. His face was filled with raw, unapologetic need, His fingers curled into my hair, his grip almost painful in what I knew was a fight to keep himself from thrusting his hips.
I pulled off of him with a loud pop. “No, don’t hold back. If I only get you for this one night, then I want every part of you.”
Miles’ eyes darkened with lust, but there was something else inside his piercing blue gaze. Something that made hope bloom inside my chest. He trailed his thumb along my bottom lip then pressed the tip inside. Swirling the pad over my tongue, he said, “Open wide.”
I shivered at the command in his voice, relaxing my jaw in response. He fed me his cock, easing it in slowly until the head hit the back of my throat. His hands landed on either side of my head and he rocked his hips forward and back. Letting go of the last vestiges of his control, he thrust his cock in and out of my mouth with wild abandon. Saliva leaked from the corners of my mouth, dripping down my chin, and my throat burned from being used so forcefully. I fucking loved every second of it.
“Stop,” he gasped suddenly, moving just out of my reach. My breathing was labored as he reached for me and pulled me to my feet. “Your mouth was perfect; so perfect, you almost made me come. But I don’t want to come until I’m deep inside you, stretching you with my cock.”
His words sent a shiver of longing down my spine. “Yes,” I pleaded.
“Come on, take me to your room.”
Linking our fingers together, I led him down the hallway to my room then turned to face him. As frantic as we’d both been before, I think we both realized how important this moment was. We were about to cross a line between friends and lovers. It was a moment that deserved to be treated seriously. I was certain, no matter what happened after that night, neither of us would leave that room unchanged.
“Are you—?”
“You don’t need to ask me again, Miles. I’m sure. I want this. I want you.”
Miles’ eyes softened as he looked at me and pulled me in for the sweetest of kisses. We took our time stripping each other, savoring the sight of one another in our most natural forms. His body was a work of art, and unlike before, when I’d seen him wrapped in the towel, I gave myself permission to truly look him over, inch by perfect inch.
He took his time looking me over too, and I forced my hands to remain at my sides when, normally, my instinct would be to cover myself up. There was something about the man before me that was different than the lovers in my past, and I realized the difference was trust. Miles was a good man, not at all as I’d originally believed him to be, and I trusted him, not only with my body, but my heart as well.
His whispered words echoed my thoughts. “Do you trust me, Cole?”
“Completely,” I responded without hesitation.
He rewarded me with another kiss that started out gentle, but quickly escalated as our naked bodies came into contact with each other. His hand slid down between my legs and cupped me, his calloused fingers circling around my dripping cock, and I saw stars as he began to gently stroke me. His teeth tugged at my bottom lip, his tongue darting out to soothe the burn left behind.
“Do you have a tie?”
“Um, what?” I asked, all my focus consumed by the movements of his hand on my cock.
A low chuckle rumbled up from his ches
t. “I asked if you have a tie. A regular tie, not a bowtie. Although, we may have to give that a try another time.”
His words sent a thrill straight through me as I heard him talking about there being another time. “Uh, yeah. Yes, I have one hanging up inside the closet door.” Miles walked to the closet and opened it, sliding the black silk tie off the hook. There was a mischievous gleam in his eyes as he walked back over to me, sending a jolt of anticipation through me. He walked around so he was standing just behind me, and my pulse kicked up a notch as I waited to see what he would do.
“Are you okay with being blindfolded?” he asked, his warm breath fanning over my bare shoulder.
“With you, yes,” I answered breathlessly. My guess had been right…he was definitely into blindfolds. Was I right about him liking to tie people up as well? God, I hope I get to find out someday.
“Good. I’m going to place this over your eyes and tie it behind your head. If at any time you feel uncomfortable or want to take it off, just tell me and it will be removed,” he promised.
I held my breath as he placed the tie over my eyes, turning my world completely dark. I was thankful once again that all of this was happening with someone I admired and trusted so much. I wasn’t sure I could’ve handed that sort of power over to just anyone. In fact, I knew I couldn’t. He was silent for several moments, but I could hear him moving in a circle around me, and I wondered if he liked seeing me this way.
“Fucking perfect,” he said under his breath. “Where do you keep your supplies?”
“In the bedside table drawer,” I answered, thanking my lucky stars that I always made sure I was prepared for any situation. My heartrate picked up speed as I heard him moving around the room, opening the drawer and shuffling around inside. I heard the telltale crinkling of a foil packet and assumed he was preparing his cock with a condom. A few breaths later, he stood behind me again, the warmth from his body soaking into my bones.
And then I heard it…that same, sexy, sultry music we’d danced to at the club, the one that had been playing while we’d put on a show for those other men. I jumped at the unexpected touch of his lips along the side of my neck, but then I sank against him as his hands found my waist and we started to sway. Soon, we were dancing just like we had at the club, only without the annoyance of having clothes between us.
“They’re watching you, watching us together. Those two men, across the room are watching and they’re wishing it was their hands on your smooth skin, their cocks sliding so close to your ass.” His cock was rock hard as it slid along the crease of my ass, and I tilted my hips toward him, desperate for more. His voice was hypnotic, seductive as he continued describing the scene for me.
“They’ve undressed each other now, and they’re waiting to see what we’ll do next, as if our movements alone are the permission they need to touch, to taste each other.”
“Oh God,” I murmured. I ached to grab ahold of my cock, to give it the friction it so desperately craved, but I fought the urge, placing my arms over my head and draping them around his shoulders instead. I was enjoying the erotic visual too much to rush through it.
“Lift your right leg baby, and put your foot on the bed,” he said as he guided me into position. “That’s it, let them see every delectable inch of you. Look at you, so open, so honest, all your secrets on display for their wandering eyes to see.”
The sound of my panting breaths were embarrassingly loud, but I was powerless to stop it. Miles was wrecking me in the best possible ways, helping me to discover things about myself that I’d never known before. Like the fact that I was into exhibitionism and voyeurism, in a major way.
My head swam with the portrait he was painting inside my mind, all while his fingers continued to pleasure me, dipping down low and circling my entrance with the tip of one finger. I was surprised to find it already wet, and I guessed I’d been too distracted to notice him getting the lube.
“Look at the one in front. He looks so needy, so desperate as his partner fingers his greedy hole,” he whispered, and I cried out as his finger entered me. “That’s it, relax your muscles. Gonna get you ready to take my cock, but you’re so unbelievably tight.”
With my foot propped up on the bed, he was quickly able to work in a second finger, and I thought I would lose my mind if he didn’t get inside me soon. “Please, Miles. I need you.” My voice came out needy and desperate, but I was too far gone to care.
I heard the soft sound of liquid and then the head of his cock was against my entrance. “I’ll take it slow, and I won’t let you fall. All you have to do is feel, and I’ll do the rest.”
His fingertips dug into my hip as he slid forward, his thick cock stretching me wide. I ground my teeth against the pain, forcing the rest of my body to relax. We both sighed when he was finally inside me all the way, each of us pausing as if to savor this first time. I just prayed it wouldn’t be the last, because I was already addicted to his taste, his touch, the sound of his voice.
Miles must have set the song on repeat because it started up again at the same time he rocked his hips. A thunderbolt of pleasure shot throughout my body as he angled his hips, the head of his cock brushing over that perfect spot within me, and still, he kept up his dirty little fantasy.
“The man in the front looks disappointed that he isn’t able to feel his partner’s cock like you get to, but now his partner is whispering something in his ear. He’s smiling. I wonder what he could have told him. Ah, maybe we’ll get to find out since he’s walking over here.” Miles’ voice sounded strained, and I wondered how long he’d be able to keep up with this game. I was struggling to hold on too; only a hairsbreadth away from shooting my load. His cock filled me so perfectly, as if his body had been made specifically to fit mine.
“Oh God,” he moaned.
“What?” I panted, desperate to hear what would happen next but unsure how much longer I could hold on.
“He just went to his knees. He’s so beautiful, looking up at you with those full, red lips of his. Do you want him to taste you while I’m fucking you?”
“Fuck, yes,” I shouted, not caring if the neighbors could hear me through the walls. I wasn’t sure what to expect until my cock was engulfed in something tight and wet and my knees started to buckle. I realized he must have found my Fleshlight in the drawer, dribbling lube down into it before he used it on me.
“Does his mouth feel good, baby? Do you like the feel of him around your cock while you’re riding mine?”
I couldn’t string together enough words to make a sentence, so I didn’t even bother to try. I simply let the overpowering sensations sweep me away as his cock continued to rock inside me, and his wrist moved the Fleshlight furiously up and down my shaft. I’d never been with two men at once, and even though one of them was imagined, this was still the best sexual experience of my life.
My orgasm crashed over me without warning, sending me reeling from the sheer force of it. Miles saw me through it, whispering words about filling the man’s mouth with my come and how amazing my hole felt as it squeezed his cock. His movements became jerky, and I realized his words had been as much for him as they’d been for me. Seconds later, he roared behind me, and for the first time that night, I regretted having the blindfold over my eyes because it prevented me from being able to see him come.
We stood there for a few moments, the sounds of our heavy breathing filling the room. His fingers moved up to the back of my head, and he loosened the knot in my tie, the silk sliding away from my face. I blinked as my eyes slowly adjusted to the low light of a nearby lamp.
Miles sat me down on the edge of the bed then went to the bathroom where I could hear him opening the cabinet and running water. He came back, having already disposed of the condom, and began cleaning me up with a warm, wet washcloth. When he was finished, he tossed the washcloth in the hamper, shut off the light, and helped me climb into bed where he joined me and covered us up with the blankets.
I snuggled in
to his warmth, letting out a contented sigh as he wrapped his arms around me, spooning me from behind. The scruff along his jaw tickled slightly as he trailed kisses along my shoulder. “Is this okay?” he asked.
“It’s perfect. Everything about this night was perfect,” I told him honestly.
“It was for me too, except for one small part,” he said almost hesitantly. I turned in his arms to face him, even though it was too dark to see his features clearly.
“What part?” I asked, my voice laced with concern.
His finger traced a line down my cheek. “The part where you said we only have this one night. I don’t want just one night with you, Cole. That’s never been what I’ve wanted.”
Warmth bloomed in my chest as tears prickled my eyes. “I want more too. As much time as you’re willing to give me,” I admitted.
He let out an audible sound of relief and I smiled as I rested my cheek against his chest. I’ve never been happier in my entire life, I thought as sleep began to carry me away.
Chapter Eight
MILES
After the third attempt to make my bow tie look like someone other than a gorilla had tied it, I gave up and shoved it in my pocket. I'd be seeing Cole soon, and I knew he'd know how to fix it. Just thinking about the man brought a smile to my face.
The two of us had been inseparable over the last week. We'd had dinner together every night, watched movies, run errands together for Jayce, and spent every night wrapped up in each other's arms. Cole had even shown up at my work one day, surprising me with a picnic which we ate in the bed of my truck. Usually spending that much time with another person would start to grate on my nerves, but with him, all that time just left me wanting more.
I was so far gone for the guy and it showed. Brian even began to tease me after he saw the two of us together but admitted that he was actually very happy for me. He told me it wasn't good for me to always be working so hard and he was glad I had found someone who had brought balance to my life.
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