Silence descended until it grew thick, and Scott felt restless.
Antonio studied Scott, his expression uncertain. He probably wanted to get out of there.
“Thank you for listening. I should go. I probably shouldn’t have bothered you, but…”
This time Antonio was the one who reached out, laying a hand on Scott’s arm. “I’m glad you came. Really.”
“Not believing you was the worst thing I’ve ever done.” If he kept talking, he was going to make a fool of himself. He might even blurt out that he loved Antonio, that he’d been in love three years ago, and that’s what had made him irrational and…
He pulled out his wallet and tossed some bills on the table.
Antonio shook his head. “I already took care of it.”
Why would he do that? “You didn’t have to.”
“Like I said, you had to put up with Marcus. You deserve something for that.”
Scott left the money. “I’m sure the waitress could use a good tip.”
Antonio stood and stretched. “I never realize how tired I am until work ends for the night.”
“You don’t stay out partying the rest of the night?”
“Ha! No, I’ve got homework to do tomorrow.”
“You’re in school?” Scott realized he didn’t know anything about Antonio’s life.
“Don’t sound so shocked. I might not be a genius like you, but I can hold my own.”
“No!”—he thought Antonio was brilliant—“I didn’t mean anything like that. I just thought since you had a full-time job…”
“I’m lucky to have such a good job, but I don’t want to work at Sparks forever. I’m taking classes to be a paralegal, and then, who knows? Maybe law school eventually.”
They stepped outside. Scott didn’t want to say goodbye, but it was time. “Well…it was good to see you.”
Antonio nodded. “Yeah, it was good to see you too. Where are you headed? We could share a ride.”
“We could. Or…you could come back to my hotel?” Had he actually said that?
Chapter Three
Antonio’s pulse raced. Why did he want to say yes so badly?
Because Scott sounds so fucking sincere, and you’ve always been prone to thinking with your dick.
Scott wasn’t at all Antonio’s type. And yet, he’d fallen for him the day they met. He blamed those fucking curls and those gray eyes and that soft voice. God, he was an idiot.
“Let’s go.” Antonio grabbed his arm and waved madly for a cab.
“What? Really?”
Don’t overthink it.
“Yes, really.”
They slid into the backseat of a cab, and Scott gave the address of his hotel. Antonio was so anxious to get his hands on Scott, he didn’t know if he could wait. He wanted to peel Scott out of his shirt right there in the cab, to feel his soft skin, to see his beautiful body again. He wanted a taste of him. Was he crazy enough to pull out Scott’s cock and suck him off right there? He might be, but Scott wasn’t the kind of man who accepted a blowjob in a cab.
Exactly. He’s not your type.
I don’t have to go out with slutty guys.
You just usually do.
Only since I sent Scott away. And anyway, Scott is in a completely different category. He makes me…
No. Antonio pushed those thoughts away. They would only lead to him getting hurt. Again. Scott was from a time when he’d been far more innocent.
When being sexy and flirtatious was a fun game, not your whole identity?
Antonio distracted himself from questions he didn’t want to ponder by stroking Scott’s thigh, moving closer and closer to the growing bulge in his pants.
Scott reached for his hand. “Maybe we should talk about—”
“Do you want to talk?”
Scott shook his head.
“Neither do I.”
Scott let go of him, and Antonio drew patterns on his inner thigh. Antonio could feel heat even through the fabric. Scott dropped his head back on the seat, and his obvious enjoyment had Antonio’s cock taking notice. How could something as insignificant as a light touch be so fucking hot? Antonio often got a hell of a lot more intimate than this by just stepping onto the dance floor at Sparks, but that never had him practically panting.
He switched his attention to Scott’s neck, stroking the corded muscle. Scott leaned into the touch, and Antonio began massaging him.
Scott groaned. “That feels so good.”
“I thought you weren’t going to talk.”
“I…”
Antonio leaned close to his ear. “I’m just teasing.”
“O-okay.”
The way Scott got so flustered was a total turn-on. Finally the cab pulled up in front of Scott’s hotel, and they slid out.
Antonio whistled. This had to be a five-hundred-dollar-a-night place. “You went all out.”
Scott shrugged. “I wanted to be comfortable.”
Antonio hesitated as they stepped through the door, but only for a moment. This was just one night. Scott would leave town in the morning, and they didn’t have to talk again.
One night to reopen everything you’d tried to forget.
Scott apologized.
People never really change.
I did.
Really?
Shut the fuck up.
They hurried through the lobby.
It was a good thing they weren’t alone in the elevator because Antonio wasn’t sure he’d have cared how Scott felt about pausing the car for a blowjob. Personally, he was all for it.
When they were finally in the room with the door shut and locked, Antonio pushed Scott against the wall in the entryway. “Don’t move.”
Scott stared at him, eyes wide, mouth open.
Antonio laughed as he sank to his knees. “I can’t wait any longer.”
“You don’t—”
“Yes. I do.”
He unzipped Scott’s pants, freeing his cock. Scott was no longer as hard as he’d been in the cab, but Antonio would fix that. He slid his lips along Scott’s semi-soft cock. God, he loved the feel of a man expanding to fill his mouth as he sucked him. Scott held himself rigid. Antonio wasn’t sure he was even breathing. His cheeks were deeply flushed, but he didn’t look away. Finally, when Scott was hard as steel, Antonio pulled back, and Scott whimpered. Antonio remembered that sound, that fucking amazing sound. He’d done everything he could to wring it out of Scott when they’d been together.
“You want more?”
Scott nodded. Antonio doubted he could speak.
“You can move now. I want you to touch me. To hold me in place. To fuck my mouth.”
“Oh. My. God.” Scott slid his hands into Antonio’s hair. “I… I like it…longer like this.”
“It’s much easier to get a grip on.” Antonio winked at him, and Scott pulled Antonio forward.
“Suck me.”
“Yessss.” That was what Antonio longed for, to push Scott to demand what he needed. Scott was always a little shy at first. But once things heated up, he grew more and more aggressive. Antonio was sure most people had no clue what a rough, dominating lover he could be. In fact, he secretly hoped—foolish as it was—that Scott wasn’t like this with anyone else. Once Scott let go, he could fuck Antonio through the mattress and leave him feeling it for days. No one had fucked him that well since.
Antonio hummed around Scott’s cock as Scott thrust deeper. He tilted his head so he was at the perfect angle to take Scott all the way down. Scott gasped as Antonio pressed his face into Scott’s pubic bone. Antonio held still as long as he could. When he pulled off, Scott tightened his grip.
“Antonio,” he moaned. “So good.”
“Don’t hold back.”
Scott didn’t. He drove into Antonio’s mouth, and Antonio relished his enthusiasm, glad he had the skill to take Scott’s cock without gagging.
A few moments later, Scott pushed at his shoulders, and he sat back.
“Too much.” He panted. “Can’t last.”
“I don’t need you to last.” He’d happily suck down every drop and revel in the fact that he’d made Scott lose control.
Scott shook his head. “Want to fuck you.”
Antonio grinned. “Do you now?”
Scott nodded frantically. “Yes. Please.”
“Then you need to get rid of all this.” Antonio waved a hand at Scott’s clothes.
Scott just stared as if the words didn’t compute.
Antonio stood and started on the buttons of Scott’s shirt, but he paused when Scott cupped his face and brushed his thumbs over Antonio’s cheekbone. “Antonio…”
“Don’t talk.”
“I don’t want—”
Antonio took hold of Scott’s dick and worked his hand up and down. “Yes, you do.”
“Don’t want to hurt you.”
“I know.”
“We shouldn’t…”
Antonio sighed. “I know that too.”
“So…”
He laid a finger on Scott’s lips. “We were so angry with each other when I sent you away. We both need this so that when you leave this time, we’ll have this memory instead.”
“You sound so wise.”
Antonio smiled. “Damn right I am.”
Scott held Antonio’s face as he kissed him. The kiss was gentle, soft, totally at odds with the way he’d been driving his cock into Antonio’s throat.
The face-fucking Antonio could take, but this emotional connection…hurt too much. This was what he shouldn’t be doing.
You shouldn’t be here at all.
Antonio pulled away. “Strip.”
“You too. I need to see you.” Scott’s voice was dreamy, his eyes glazed.
Antonio had said they needed this, and there was some truth to that, but there was no way this wasn’t going to hurt. It was too late now, though. No way in hell was he walking away without feeling Scott inside him one more time.
Antonio pulled his Sparks T-shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor. Scott paused in unbuttoning his shirt and ran his hand over Antonio’s chest, which was still a bit slick from the oil he used at work. Scott’s touch was light, teasing, until he pinched Antonio’s nipples, making him gasp.
Scott chuckled. “You always loved that.”
His words sent Antonio back to a moment when he’d been straddling Scott, riding his cock, and Scott sucked on his nipples, toying with them until they ached. When he’d bitten down on one of them, Antonio had come so fucking hard, the whole world had gone black.
“Yeah.”
Antonio undid his pants and shoved them and his briefs down.
Scott’s gaze dropped to his cock, and he licked his lips. He stepped forward, wrapped his hand around Antonio’s cock, and stroked it slowly, reverently. “So beautiful.”
Antonio smiled. “I like to think so.”
Scott laughed as Antonio had hoped he would.
“Now you.”
Between the two of them, they got Scott’s pants off. Then Antonio undid the last few buttons of his shirt. When it hit the ground, they both stood still, taking each other in.
“You’re gorgeous,” Antonio said, still as in awe of Scott as he’d been their first time.
“Kiss me.”
Antonio did. He ran his hands over Scott’s back and gripped his ass, yanking him closer, working his hips so their cocks slid together.
“Fuck. That’s so good,” Scot whimpered.
“Remember how you used to fuck me so hard, how you didn’t hold back?”
“You made me crazy; you…you still do.”
“I want that. Right now.”
Scott groaned. “Antonio.”
The way Scott said his name made his cock ache. That desperate tone always had.
Antonio took Scott’s hand and led him to the bed. He climbed onto the mattress and knelt, letting his chest rest on the cool sheets. He reached behind himself and pulled his ass cheeks apart.
“Holy fuck.”
Antonio turned his head so he could see Scott.
He was staring at Anthony’s ass and stroking his cock.
“Do it.”
Scott took a step closer and then froze. “Condom. Just…um…don’t move.”
***
Scott ran to the bathroom. He slipped on the tile as he entered and had to grab the counter to steady himself. When he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror, he looked wild, his hair in disarray, his face red. At least Antonio didn’t seem to mind.
He grabbed his shaving kit and dumped it on the counter, not caring how much of a mess he made. Finally he found what he was looking for: his travel-sized container of lube and a condom. Thank God he’d packed them, though he didn’t think he had a reason to.
He tried to roll the condom on as he walked back to Antonio.
Antonio chuckled when he nearly tripped. “Don’t hurt yourself. I can wait a few more seconds, even if I don’t want to.”
Antonio had a hand around his cock and was stroking himself. He looked utterly carnal, gorgeous, and comfortable.
Scott slicked up his cock and knelt behind Antonio. “Ready?”
“Mmm. So ready.”
“Good, because I can’t hold back.”
Scott was usually self-conscious in bed, at least at first; but Antonio was so open and willing to tell Scott if he wasn’t doing what Antonio wanted, that Scott felt comfortable, able to let go. His chest tightened. Antonio was fucking perfect, and Scott had hurt him. At least he had one more chance to give him pleasure.
Ignoring the fact that his hands were shaking, he took hold of Antonio’s wrist and pulled his hand from his cock. “Hold on to the pillow. I’m the one pleasuring you now.”
Antonio sucked in his breath as he obeyed. Scott never talked like that to other men, but Antonio loved it, and Scott had discovered he loved it too.
Antonio looked over his shoulder and winked at him. “Show me what you’ve got.”
He teased Antonio’s hole with the tip of his cock, making him moan. Then he pushed in, slowly, so slowly, sinking into his heat. Antonio stiffened but didn’t fight or protest.
Farther. Farther. Then he was as deep as he could go. He held still. “You love that, don’t you? Being full of my cock.”
Antonio whined as he squirmed. “Move, you fucking bastard.”
Scott grabbed his hips and kept him from thrusting back.
“You’re driving me fucking crazy.”
Antonio’s ass squeezed his cock, and he realized this wasn’t going to last anywhere near as long as he wanted it to.
“Don’t move,” he growled.
“Mmm, are you going to stop me?”
“Fuck yes.” He squeezed Antonio’s hips even tighter and pulled out just as slowly as he’d gone in, watching as he did so. He couldn’t get enough of the sight of Antonio’s ass stretched around his cock.
After a few seconds, Antonio fought his hold. “More. Dammit, give me more.”
Scott drove into him hard enough to shove Antonio farther up the bed.
“Yes!”
He worked him for several seconds, harsh, deep strokes. Antonio shoved back against him, finally breaking his grip. He was muttering, begging, so fucking beautiful.
“No one else feels this good,” Scott whispered.
“Shut up and fuck me.”
Defying him, Scott pulled all the way out. “Turn over.”
Antonio did, but when Scott looked into his dark-brown eyes, he realized this wasn’t a good idea, not if Antonio was going to walk away when they were done. Scott couldn’t expect anything else. They weren’t going to rekindle their romance. This was just the goodbye fuck they’d never had.
He pushed Antonio’s legs farther apart, and Antonio hooked them over his shoulders.
Then he pushed back inside, fucking Antonio hard and fast.
“Good. So fucking good!” Antonio shouted.
“Yes!” Scott bent an
d licked Antonio’s nipples, making him squirm. He loved how much Antonio enjoyed that. When he sucked on one of the tight buds, Antonio cried out. “More. Please!”
Scott slowed his strokes so he could concentrate on sucking, biting, teasing, and then he switched his attention to the other side, all the time giving Antonio slow, steady strokes of his cock that were torture to both of them. Finally, he couldn’t stand it anymore.
He rose on his arms, needing more leverage to give Antonio what his body begged for. Antonio wrapped a hand around his cock, but Scott pushed it away. “I’m bringing you off my way.”
He shifted his angle so he could hit Antonio’s prostate. When Antonio made a strangled sound, Scott knew he’d found it.
He held his position so he could drive Antonio over the edge.
“Please,” Antonio begged. He reached for his cock again.
“No!”
Antonio growled. “Fuck you!”
“I want you so ready to go off, you lose your fucking mind.”
“You always do that to me.”
Antonio’s words nearly sent Scott over. “Yes!”
Scott tried to hold back, but he’d passed the point where he could. He wrapped a hand around Antonio’s shaft and worked him with fast, firm strokes.
“Scott!” Antonio arched his back as he came. His ass squeezed Scott’s cock, and that was all it took. Scott cried out, driving into him and letting go, his climax so strong it hurt.
When he was wrung dry, he hung over Antonio, unsure what to do.
Antonio pulled him down so Scott rested on his chest, and he sighed as Antonio wrapped his arms and legs around him, holding him tight. He felt like he’d come home.
Eventually, he had to get up, or they’d be stuck together with sweat and come. Would Antonio agree to shower with him? They could fuck again in there and then curl up in bed together. He could stay in New York, forget the world outside this room.
If only.
He sat back, and they both gasped when his cock slid from Antonio’s ass. Silently, he walked to the bathroom, disposed of the condom, and wiped himself down.
When he stepped out, Antonio had rolled to his stomach. He pushed up on his elbows, and when their eyes met, Scott was sure his heart actually skipped a beat. Antonio’s dark eyes sparkled, and his ass had such a perfect curve. Scott wanted to run his tongue over it. It had felt so right being twined together. Maybe Antonio would stay a little while longer.
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