“Well, gentlemen, it’s been fun, and I look forward to working with you both and meeting your other friend.” He shook their hands. “I’d better get going as I have an early morning client.”
Peterson nodded, distracted by a text he was responding to, while Drew shook his hand. Once again, Ash enjoyed the strength and warmth of the man’s hand in his, but his mind was already on his planned rendezvous with the adorable waiter, who’d given him a signal with his pretty eyes to follow him down the darkened hallway by the restroom. “Good night, Drew. Talk to you soon.”
He pushed open the swinging doors to the dimly lit hallway, then walked past the restroom. Upon turning the corner, he spied the young man. “Why, hello there. Waiting for me?” In two long strides, Ash pinned him against the wall, loving the feel of the man’s slim body curving to fit his. The soft exhalation of breath in his ear stoked his fire.
“Yes. I don’t even know your name, though.”
Ash clasped the waiter around the waist, listening to his groans of desire. Their erections rubbed through their pants as Ash swiveled his hips. The waiter tried to kiss Ash on the lips.
“You don’t need to know anything except how to unzip my pants and suck me blind.” Ash pulled his face away, his hands hard on the man’s shoulders. He never kissed anyone. Ever. “Are you up for that?” He jerked his hips against the waiter and watched with satisfaction as the man’s eyes glazed and his hands reached for Ash’s pants.
“Oh God, yeah.”
Ash was so ready he almost came from the slightest touch.
With shaking fingers the waiter undid Ash’s belt, then popped the pants button and pulled open his fly. His erection tented out through his boxers, hard and hot.
“This is what you kiss. Not my mouth, not my lips. This.” He palmed his cock and stroked it as his pants sagged to his knees. Ash leaned against the wall, legs spread slightly, and waited, an imperious king, for his subject.
The waiter sank down on the floor before him and, with impatient, fumbling fingers, pulled down Ash’s boxers and hungrily swallowed his cock to the root. The rush of heat, the fact that they were in the open only added to the excitement and spurred Ash’s lust.
Shit. Nothing felt as good as someone’s mouth on him. He closed his eyes and leaned his head against the wall, hips pumping as the eager mouth swirled, licked, and sucked at him like he was a fucking ice-cream cone. Gasping for air, he clutched the man’s hair. “Fuuuck me, man. You were made for this.”
Too long, too long. Ash couldn’t remember the last time he’d had sex, with all the work he’d piled on. But now, with the wet warmth of a talented mouth on his cock, he wondered how he’d ever lived without it. He fucked the waiter’s mouth harder. “Oh God, yes, that’s it.” The words of encouragement were a precursor to one hell of an orgasm he sensed building within his body. “Right there, don’t stop.”
The man on his knees before him moaned as he sucked Ash deeper while stroking his own erection. Within moments, Ash knew he was there, coming with a blinding intensity that had him stifling his own shout of ecstasy by shoving his fist in his mouth. Shuddering with the aftereffects, he pulsed a few more times before slipping out of the man’s mouth. The waiter stiffened, then groaned, coming in spurts on the floor in front of Ash, narrowly missing his shoes.
Minutes passed before Ash could catch his breath. He pulled up his pants, tucked in his shirt, then zipped himself up. The young man still breathed heavily, lips pouting and gleaming wet in the hazy lighting of the hallway. With the pad of his thumb, Ash traced the seam of the young man’s full mouth. “You were amazing. Thank you.”
“Will I see you again?” The hopeful note in the young man’s voice gave Ash a momentary twinge of regret as the kid licked Ash’s thumb, then sucked it into his hot mouth. The guy had a very talented tongue.
“If I come by and eat here again, I’ll make sure to look you up.” It was only fair of him not to string the kid along. He wasn’t made for relationships.
A sound from farther down the hallway snapped Ash out of postorgasmic bliss to full awareness of how open and foolhardy they had been. Although his table was the last one occupied in the restaurant, there were still waitstaff about, and Ash hardly thought the management would appreciate one of their employees blowing a patron in full view of anyone who might walk by. He didn’t care who saw him, but he didn’t want to get the kid fired. Contrary to what people might think of him, he did have a conscience, sometimes.
“Well, see you around.” He rubbed the young man’s shoulder, then walked away. As he approached the entrance, he noticed the swinging doors to the hallway were in motion, as if someone had recently passed through them.
Did someone see him with the waiter?
Chapter Four
After Jordan left the restaurant, Drew sat for a few moments, sipping his coffee, reviewing what they’d discussed. The night had been a success as far as he could tell, and now everyone was in place with their job to do. For a brief moment he wondered about Davis and his disappearance from the table, but Peter had been quite closemouthed about it, and Drew didn’t was to press it. Besides, he’d seemed back to normal when he’d returned, even so much as to flirt with the waiter. That hadn’t gone unnoticed, at least by him. Jordan was right. The man was an incorrigible tease.
Time to head back home. Needing to make a stop at the restroom before he hopped on the subway, he headed to the back where he’d seen Ash disappear to earlier. He used the urinal and washed up. As he exited the restroom, he heard a noise behind him that sounded like a groan of pain. Drew stood still, his ear trained. Someone could be hurt and need medical help. Once again he heard the sound, like a drawn-out moan; it cut off abruptly, as if someone had clapped a hand over his mouth.
Heedless to what he might find, Drew hurried down the darkened hallway and turned the corner. His eyes widened in shock as he took in the scene before him. Instead of a potential mugging victim lying on the ground in pain, Ash Davis was spread-eagled against the wall getting an impressive-looking blowjob by the waiter he’d been flirting with earlier. Neither man knew he was there, as wrapped up in each other’s bodies as they were.
Drew remained frozen in place. The air seemed to thicken, and the small gasps, moans, and pants echoed in the dark, all magnifying the illicit nature of the encounter. His eyes were drawn to the act, the waiter’s mouth on Ash’s cock. He could see it gliding wet and hard between the man’s lips, and Drew’s response to the explicit picture before his eyes, stunned him
Holy shit. This was like what Jordan mentioned he’d seen. And damn if, Jordan wasn’t right. Hell, Drew might be straight, but watching the erotic scene unfold before his eyes was sexy as hell. Gone was the man who’d bolted from the table, a pale, sweating mess. In his place was a man in the midst of a sexual encounter that, from the sounds he made and the look on his face, had him hovering on the brink of a violent orgasm.
Drew shook his head. What the hell was he doing standing here? He had to get out before Davis opened his eyes and caught him watching. Tearing his gaze from the scene, he turned on his heel and hastened back down the hallway and out of the restaurant. In no mood now to wait for the train, he hailed a cab and soon found himself speeding down Broadway. A sudden rainstorm splatted fat drops against the windows, steaming them and cocooning him inside the cab, alone with his thoughts.
The closer he got to home, the clearer his mind became. He pulled out the business card from his wallet and, knowing it was the coward’s way out, dialed the office number rather than Davis’s personal cell.
“Um, hello, Davis. This is Drew Klein. I was thinking, and I’m not sure you’d be a good fit for the clinic, so I’m releasing you from your offer. I appreciate your willingness to help, though. So, uh, thanks and bye.”
Smooth, Drew. Well, he never was great with words. It’s why he became a doctor. He paid the cabbie and ran into his building, only getting slightly wet. As soon as he opened the door, he was greeted by Domino, weaving his furry body between Drew’s legs.
