“It means…well, I usually bottom.”
“No problem.” That was the vibe I got.
I slide my hand behind his belt buckle and give him a firm yank, causing him to stumble out of the elevator after me, directly into my penthouse.
“Shit,” he whispers after one look at the place.
I get to work unbuttoning his shirt. “You like that?”
“It’s nice,” he says, his face moving close to mine again.
I take the opportunity he’s offering and seal my mouth to his. This time, his hands move into my wet hair, and he grunts as we instinctively move closer, smashing our cocks together. He’s as hard as I am, and I want to see it. I want everything. But this kiss is too good to quit. It might even be saving my sanity.
Pulling and pushing and turning each other, we somehow make it to the terrace doors, and his back slams into the glass.
“Fuck,” he grunts.
“Sorry.” I go for his mouth again but take advantage of my position to open his pants. The tip of his cock has escaped the confines of his boxer briefs, and I follow it down with the palm of my hand. It’s sticky with precum and hot against my skin. Shit. This is happening.Do I even remember how to do this?“What do you like?”
“That,” he gasps.
“What about this?” I ask as I get a grip on him and pull.
His neck arches, and his mouth drops open. “Yes.”
My lips trail over his Adam’s apple. “You’re huge everywhere.”
“I’m training for an Iron Man.”
“Fuck…” I growl, frustrated with all these clothes—with the fact that we’re nowhere near the bed. “How are you single?”
“My life is messy, too.”
Those words cut me to the bone, and I take my hand out of his pants, putting it back on his face and making him look at me again. “I’m in love with someone who won’t have me. What’s your story?”
He meets my eyes. “I’m just trying to make it to Monday.”
He gets a weak, sympathetic smile from me for that. “You sure you wanna start off with me?”
His nod is stoic, but certain.
“Come to my room?”
“Okay.”
Deacon follows me through the living room and down the hallway. Once we’re in my bedroom, I take another look at him. His jacket is off, and his pants are still undone, but his cock is tucked away again. I walk to the side of my king-sized bed and turn on the lamp. My dick is no less hard than it was when I washolding his in my hand. I unbuckle my belt and slide it out of the loops, eager to get close to him again. Closer. I toss the belt in the general direction of my closet and stare at Deacon as he approaches the foot of the bed.
If chemistry is a thing, the air in the room is crackling with it. It’s unlike any other one-night stand I’ve ever experienced. Swallowing hard, I nod at him. “Undress.”
He peels off his tight black sweater revealing the best body of any man who’s ever graced my bedroom. Evan hasn’t technically been in my bedroom, and I’m more obsessed with his body than I am with breathing. I also dated a model once, but his body was nothing like this granite slab of a man. I tend to go for prettier? Cuter? Smaller, certainly because most men are smaller than I am, butthisman is something else.
This is a man I’m not sure I would have thought were gay if I hadn’t met him on an app. And how messy is messy? This could turn into a disaster, but my cock has a great feeling about it. Deacon’s got me wanting things I rarely dare to want. Things that only ever happen in my dreams.
I take off my jacket and shirt, aware he’s also sneaking glances at me as we both shed our wet clothes. I’m edging closer to him with each piece of clothing that comes off. When we’re down to our underwear and socks, both of us reach for the socks first.
I grin to myself. Mine are off before his, so I catch his face when he stands and press my mouth to his. “You’re fucking delicious.”
His tongue glides into my mouth, seeking. I give mine back to him, moving close enough to consume whatever I can reach.
