He flushed, and I popped my brows, grateful I could make him smile. I leaned in for a kiss, and he kissed me back, deepening the contact. We stood there for a long time, swaying as we tasted each other. It wasn’t sexual. It was necessary.
Although…
“Are you hard for me?” I asked, shifting to rub my erection against him.
“Maybe,” he answered, heat in his eyes.
“Mm. Maybe I can do something about that,” I said, leading him to the restaurant’s lounge area. I pushed him onto a blocky leather lounge chair we’d restored. Landing with a grunt, Walker automatically spread his legs.
I could work with that.
I knelt between his strong thighs and ran my hands over his clothes, palming his hips before thumbing his nipples. I cut off his moans with kisses and slid one hand to his package, rubbing his hard shaft through the rough material. Moaning into my mouth, he lifted his hips to meet my touch. I kept kissing him while working off his jeans and underwear.
The sound of his bare ass cheeks on leather made my jaw clench, as did the sight of his twitching, flushed cock.
“Fuck, so pretty,” I sighed, licking up his length, tasting him on the tip of my tongue.
I bent down again, this time pausing to worship his balls, sucking on them one at a time until he begged for more. After sucking a line of kisses up his shaft, I teased the thick ridge of his fat head, licking him so lightly he couldn’t decide whether to pant or moan.
“Killing me, Oz,” he choked out, his hand landing on the back of my head. “Please. Ple?—”
I slid my mouth down his cock, effectively short-circuiting the wiring that controlled his mouth.
“Why—fuck me, right there—is it so much better with your mouth on me?”
I shrugged and kept at it. Running my hand up his chest, I pressed my thumb into his mouth, and he sucked on it eagerly.
His moans pitched up and?—
I belatedly registered the door opening, then Joel cursing under his breath.
“Fuck. Sorry. I forgot my keys,” he said, grabbing them from the host stand.
I glared over my shoulder. Joel had his back to me and appeared to be pushing Tristan, who was peeking around him, his eyes as big as the moon.
Joel managed to get both of them out the door, but being Joel, he couldn’t leave it there. Before the door closed, he called, “Hey, Walker, it was nice seeing you today.”
“Get the fuck out of here!” I shouted, laughing.
I returned my focus to Walker, who’d let his head drop back on the chair, covering his eyes. “They’re never gonna let us live that down, are they?” he asked.
“Absolutely not. It’ll be on our gravestones.”
“Excellent.” He tugged at his hair, making it stand on end. “I have a question for you.”
“Ask away,” I responded, placing a light kiss on the head of his cock.
“Am I being hazed? Like, is this a Lost Boy thing, now that I’m an official member? I won’t be mad; I just need to know.”
Laughing, I nuzzled into his pubic hair. “No. That’s not hazing. It’s what passes for friendship these days.”
“Got it.”
“Can I continue?” I asked, tonguing his slit.
“Please,” he said, covering his eyes again as the small smile on his face bloomed into a full grin.
I couldn’t help but start over with the teasing before sinking down on him.
