by Hayes, Lane
“So you did it on purpose?”
Miles looked at his nails, the way he had earlier when he was up to no good. “Not necessarily,” he said. “That isn’t the point. I’m only referencing that day because it was the first time I ever looked up ‘gay sex’ on the internet. Not porn, mind you. Sex.”
“Oookay…”
“Pardon the drawn-out segue, but there’s a method to my madness. I have an amazing memory, and the secret sauce is connecting events. The day my dick neighbor referred to my dog and myself as homos was the first time I ever saw an erect penis. On someone other than me, of course.”
“Of course,” I repeated, knowing I was letting yet another opportunity to shut him up pass me by when I added, “Except, I’m not sure I follow. How are your dog, your neighbor, and gay sex related?”
“Ew! They’re not related, sicko. I was telling you about the first time I braved a gay porn site. It was enlightening, and if there was any doubt—which, of course, there wasn’t—I could no longer deny that just the sight of sexy naked men got my motor running. And when I scrolled a little farther and got my first peek at man-on-man action, holy crap…I got harder than you are now,” he drawled, scooting closer still.
“What are you doing, Miles?” I asked softly.
“Nothing. I was just—”
“You need to roll over and go to sleep now. No more talking. Got it?”
“Okay.”
He didn’t budge. We were engaged in an odd standoff of sorts with him silently daring me to make him move while I pretended to be unfazed by his nearness. What a joke. I was hard as a fucking rock, and the bulge in his jock indicated he was in the same state. If I leaned in just a little…
No. I stopped myself mid-lean and held eye contact while I mentally listed the multitude of reasons touching him was unwise.
Miles wasn’t some random trick. He was my friend’s secretary. And this was a work function for him. He should be back the hotel where the other EN Tech and Gallagher employees were staying. He shouldn’t be here at all.
But he was.
In fact, he was so close I could feel his breath on my lips. His eyes flickered over me, zeroing in on my mouth with a hungry glint I recognized well. He wanted me. Or more accurately, he wanted a dose of oblivion. Something to take his mind off his troubles. And fuck, that sounded very fucking appealing to me too.
I swallowed hard then tentatively set my thumb over his cheekbone. His nostrils flared with desire when he licked his bottom lip. That move should have been a clichéd come-on, but there was something genuine and even a little vulnerable in his gaze that caught my attention. I couldn’t back down now or look away if I tried.
“Are you going to kiss me?” he whispered.
“No.”
“Okay, but if you want to, I won’t tell anyone. I promise.”
I traced his brow then ran my fingers through his thick hair before massaging his earlobe. I studied him the way I’d never let myself in the past. The pretty contrast of his brilliant blue eyes with his auburn hair, the smattering of freckles across his straight nose, and the proud tilt of his chin. I’d always thought of Miles as a tall, skinny redhead, but that description left no room for nuances like his sharp tongue and wily intellect. I’d never allowed myself the luxury of noticing how damn interesting he was. Every time I looked at him, I saw something new. He wasn’t classically handsome, pretty, or cute. Miles was striking. And dammit…he was really fucking sexy.
“No,” I repeated, brushing my thumb along the column of his throat.
“It doesn’t have to mean anything.”
“Is that really what you want? Meaningless sex in the dark?”
“No. We can leave the light on,” he said in a huskier than usual tone.
I let out a half laugh at his quick comeback but immediately sobered. This wasn’t funny. He was the very definition of a bad idea. I flattened my hand over the back of his neck, intending to pull him away. Instead, I tangled my fingers in his hair and pulled him close enough to feel his breath on my face. I stared at his mouth, mesmerized by the slight indentation in his bottom lip. I wanted to touch it. No, I wanted to lick it. I had to know if he tasted like the wine he’d had earlier. Sweet and intoxicating.
I inched into his space, holding eye contact for as long as possible before dropping my gaze to his mouth.
“Kiss me, Grant,” he whispered.
I closed the distance and gently pressed my lips to his. We barely touched. It wasn’t a real kiss. It was the last measure of security. The fragment of rope saving me from a treacherous fall I had a premonition I might not walk away from easily. The moment that thought crossed my mind, I realized it was too late. I wasn’t going anywhere.
I crashed my mouth over his in a searing kiss. Miles gasped then moaned into the connection. I thrust my tongue between his lips, gliding it alongside his in a rhythmic twist and slide that set every nerve ending in my body on fire. And fuck, he tasted just as amazing as I thought he would. Like spearmint and summer and everything good that I loved but denied myself.
Not tonight.
I was done holding back. I gave myself full permission to do any fucking thing I wanted in the semi-dark guest room. Yeah, I should have run for the hills the second I realized he’d hidden in my bed. Perhaps this was inevitable. If I hadn’t wanted him, I would have pushed him away. Yet here I was…sucking on his tongue like a madman and wondering why I’d waited all this time ’cause fuck, he tasted, smelled, and felt amazing.
We clung to each other with our mouths fused. His hands were everywhere. In my hair one second and then clawing my back the next. The frenetic pace of our dueling tongues demanded accompanying action. I slid my fingers along his spine and cupped his ass before slipping my knee between his thighs and rolling on top of him. Miles made a mewling sound of approval against my mouth when I pushed his T-shirt up his chest and slipped it over his head. He sucked my lower lip as he lifted his hips, sliding his jock-covered dick over my rigid length in a quest for friction.
“Fuck, that feels good,” I croaked in a low voice.
“So good. Make it better. Take your underwear off,” he purred, hooking his right leg over my ass and sealing his mouth over mine again.
I broke the kiss and propped my arms on either side of his head. “Miles, I think—”
He set a finger over my mouth. “Don’t think.”
My nostrils flared. He was right. Why start thinking now? I collapsed next to him and shoved my briefs down my legs in record time before moving to reclaim my place on top of him. I crawled between his spread thighs, pausing to stroke my dick while he arched his back and pushed the flimsy bit of fabric covering his junk away. Fuck, he was beautiful. His long, lean limbs and toned abs were a perfect complement to his gorgeous cock. He looked like a work of art. My fingers itched with a fierce need to touch him.
I swallowed hard as I tentatively reached out to run my finger through the precum pooling on the wide mushroom head then down the veiny ridge of his stiff member. The featherlight touch was in sharp contrast to the vise grip I had on my own dick. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d wanted someone like this. It had to be the elicit element of danger. We shouldn’t be here like this. I shouldn’t know what he looked like lying naked beneath me. But I did, and I was more than game to go along with anything Miles wanted now.
“Touch me like you mean it.” He panted, lifting his hips in invitation.
I nodded and immediately obeyed. I curled my fingers around his shaft and squeezed. Miles whimpered at the contact. He bent his knees, flattened his feet on the mattress, and clutched at the bedsheet as he pumped his hips upward into my fist. His wanton display was a crazy turn-on. The guy was a live wire. A maniacal ball of energy bent on burning out in a spectacular flash and taking me with him. I kept a steady pace, stroking us both while Miles writhed with pleasure under me. I wondered what else he’d let me do. I wanted to lick him from head to toe and—
“Can I su
ck you?” I whispered.
“Oh fuck…yes,” he squeaked, nodding emphatically. I wanted to chuckle at his overzealous response, but I was consumed with desire. My dick was so hard it hurt. If I kept jerking myself, this would be over way too soon.
I lowered myself and stared at his shaft for a moment before twirling a lazy circle around the crown. I licked at the precum, loving the heady taste. He threaded his fingers through my hair and grunted meaningfully. I paused with my tongue resting on his slit and waited for him to make eye contact before I swallowed him whole.
Miles gasped in pleasure and surprise. I licked and sucked him like a man possessed as I jacked myself, angling my head to take as much of him as possible. I almost choked on his girth a couple of times. He was bigger than I would have expected. And though it was hard to see clearly in the lamplight, I could tell his neatly manscaped hair below was the same gorgeous shade of auburn on his head. I’d never had a thing for redheads before, but I did now.
I worked him over until my jaw ached and the fingers on my left hand were slick with my own precum. When I stopped to wipe some onto his cock to use as lube, he went nuts. He gyrated and arched his back then let out a low groan that quickly built to a dangerous volume.
I let go of his dick with a pop and twirled my tongue around the head before admonishing him. “Shh.”
Miles whimpered and shook his head. “I can’t. You better shut me up. Let me suck you now.”
“Yes,” I agreed. I licked my lips and leaned to the side to lie down but stopped when he set his hand on my elbow.
“No. Climb over me. Hold on to the headboard and fuck my mouth.”
I gulped. “Miles, I’m too far gone now. I might hurt—”
“You won’t hurt me. Do it. Please.”
This time I didn’t hesitate to crawl over him and give him what he asked for. I straddled his shoulders then tapped my swollen dick against his lips in invitation, unsurprised when he opened up and devoured me in one fell swoop. I could have come then and there. His mouth was magic. I might have been the one kneeling over him, but he was in complete control. He directed my movements with a subtle touch, alternately grabbing my ass and pulling me forward then pushing me away while he sucked me voraciously. I white-knuckled the wood lattice of the headboard and did my best not to choke or overwhelm him. But when he spread my cheeks and pressed a single digit to my entrance, I knew that was it.
“Miles, don’t. I’m gonna cum if you—”
He released my cock and looked up at me with a mischievous grin. “That’s the idea. Give it to me.”
I didn’t argue. Not that I could have anyway. My mouth went dry as a fresh wave of lust and desire pulled me along. I adjusted my grip on the headboard and let my hips fly while my lover sucked the life out of me below. He kneaded my ass then pulled my cheeks apart to tease my hole a little more. Then he traced a single digit over the sensitive skin. Up and down, up and down. The second he pushed inside, it was over.
I came like a fucking geyser. I wasn’t sure how I stayed silent as I threw my head back and rode out wave after wave of intense pleasure while Miles milked me like—
“Oh shit. I’m sorry.” I pulled back and glanced down at the gorgeous man under me. “I should have warned you.”
“I knew,” he said, licking his lips in a gesture that was slightly obscene but still very fucking hot. “Kiss me, Grant.”
I shivered at the request before scooting down his chest to hover over him and then mold my mouth to his. I had to be the biggest pervert ever. Tasting myself on his tongue was a wild aphrodisiac. My spent penis twitched hopefully as I held his head still, angling my chin to deepen the kiss. Miles let me take what I wanted. He seemed content to rub his hard cock against my ass. I backed off, gulped for air, and narrowed my gaze.
“What are you doing, Mi?”
His attempt at an innocent smile was kind of cute. He settled his dick between my crack and fluttered his lashes.
“I’m imagining my cock in your ass, of course. If I slide like this and move…like so”—he gave a brief demonstration, gliding his shaft enticingly as he bucked his hips—“I can pretend to fuck you. I know that’s nowhere near the real deal, but just the thought of being this close is so good.”
“You want to fuck me? I didn’t think—” I bit my lip and closed my eyes for a second before reaching back to spread my cheeks wider. “I won’t do it without a condom but if you ride me like—yeah. Just like that.”
“Oh, my God.” Miles pumped hips upward, sliding his cock between my ass crack persistently.
I grazed my thumbs over his nipples and tweaked them hard. “You want my ass, baby? Tell me.”
“I want it,” he hissed. “I want you. I want—oh fuck, I’m coming!”
I felt the telltale warmth of his release on the small of my back a moment later. Miles trembled and gasped for air as he rode out his orgasm. I perched myself above him, straddling his hips until the final wave passed. We shared a smile that felt like mutual gratitude. I gingerly climbed over him and stood before any awkwardness took over.
“Want to shower?” I asked, gesturing toward the bathroom door.
“Together? What if they hear the water running?”
“Everyone is sleeping. Come on. I’ve got cum dripping down my back.”
“Lovely visual. Fine, but don’t make another pass at me. I’m exhausted,” he snarked, sounding more like a pampered princess than the take-control lover who’d left me dizzy a few seconds ago.
My brows knit in confusion, but I pushed the thought aside and took his hand, pulling him with me to the adjoining bathroom. The marble-tiled shower was large enough for two grown men, but we didn’t linger. I had no idea what time it was anymore, but Miles was right. It was certainly late enough to alarm one of my friends if they overheard us. We were long past the point of explaining how I happened to have a naked Miles in my room.
We showered and dried off quickly then hurried back to bed. I glanced at my cell and let out a low groan before flopping next to him.
“It’s after three now.”
“No wonder I’m so tired,” Miles said around a yawn as he reached for his jock.
I pulled him against me from behind then grabbed the flimsy bit of fabric and tossed it in the general direction of the flat-screen. “You don’t need that. It wasn’t covering much anyway.”
“How dare you? Are you suggesting I have a mini appendage?” he whispered.
“You’re hung like a horse, Mi. That thing was probably cutting off your circulation. Either wear underwear that fits, or don’t wear any at all. Now be quiet and go to sleep.” I slung my arm around his middle like we were old lovers instead of an improbable one-night stand.
“I have to turn off the light.”
“Oh. Right.”
I released him, taking the opportunity to ogle his ass once more before the room fell into darkness. Miles cuddled up next to me a moment later with a sigh.
“Good night, Suzy Q.”
“Suzy Q?” I snaked my arm around him and tweaked his nipple.
Miles yelped and swatted my hand away. “Yes. I’m building on a theme. Today’s is Hostess snacks.”
“It’s technically tomorrow.”
“Fine. The weekend’s theme, smartypants.”
“Hmm. What’s next? Cartoon characters, sitcom stars, superheroes?”
Miles chuckled. “I make these things up on the fly. But…”
“But what?” I prodded when the silence stretched too long.
“No more superheroes. Now hush and go to sleep, HoHo. If we’re lucky, we’ll get three hours before I have to sneak out of here. G’night.”
“Miles?”
“Oh, my God, you’re like the last kid up at a slumber party, aren’t you?” he whispered in an exasperated tone.
I snickered then brushed my hand over his hair before resting it on his hip. “I was just going to say, you don’t have to rush out of here. You can sleep in if you want.”
He rolled over to face me. My eyes had adjusted to the shadows, but it was still too dark to see his expression, but his tone was pensive. “I can’t. I—”
“Shh. It’s okay. Do what you need to. Get some rest.”
“Thank you.”
I closed my eyes and listened to the gentle rise and fall of Miles’s even breathing as he tumbled into sleep. It was surreal to be so comfortable with him. Nothing about tonight added up. We hadn’t flirted with each other hoping we’d end up in bed together. This was simply an odd one-time thing. Unexpected, unlikely, and inexplicable. But I couldn’t shake the feeling I’d found a kindred spirit in the unpredictable redhead. I wished I had more time to figure it out. Or figure him out. Maybe tomorrow, I mused before finally drifting off.
Chapter 4
Of course, when I awoke a few hours later, he was gone.
I lay in bed for a while the next morning, making a mental timeline of the previous day before glancing at the indentation in the pillow next to me. I didn’t have the imagination to make up half the shit I remembered, which meant I’d had sex with my friend’s secretary. I waited for a rush of recrimination or regret, but it didn’t come. I felt something, but I didn’t have a name for it. At least nothing that made sense.
Yearning sounded too strong, and empty sounded pathetic. How was I supposed to act like I didn’t know things about him now? Like he had a dog named Chester growing up and a birthmark on his left ass cheek. How could I forget the way he’d whispered my name in my ear when he came? Or that I’d really wished I had a condom handy because just the thought of him inside me made me tingle with awareness. And wasn’t that fucking crazy? Nothing added up. Including the hollow feeling in my gut that I frankly hoped could be cured with a caffeine infusion and a decent breakfast. I had bigger things to worry about—like preparing for a week of hell with my parents.