Feel like dinner tomorrow night?
Heart hammering, Blake texted back.Sure. Mexican?
Sounds good. Meet you at Tortillas at 8:30?
Blake got off work at seven, so he could go home and change if he had time.Perfect. See you then.
K
Hot damn.He had a date.
****
The next night,Blake tried not to arrive early again and walked through the doors of the small, noisy Mexican restaurant two blocks away from him at 8:40. He’d half expected Jeremy to be late, so it was with some surprise that he spotted him sitting in a cozy booth in the corner. In the sea of people, Jeremy stood out to him wearing a royal blue button-down with the sleeves rolled up several times to expose his strong forearms. Even from across the room, Blake could see Jeremy’s biceps shift underneath the thin material of his shirt. Once again, Blake wondered what the man was doing with someone like him. As if he sensed he was being watched, Jeremy glanced up and caught his eye, smiled and waved, and in the rush of pleasure, Blake forgot to be self-conscious and waved right back.
He hurried through the crowd and joined Jeremy at the table. “Hi. Sorry if I’m late. Time got away from me.”
“No prob. I only got here a few minutes ago. The waitress hasn’t even been by to take my drink order, but I got us some water to go with the chips for now.” Jeremy offered him a tortilla chip. “Want one? They make them fresh. They’re really good.”
“Thanks.” He crunched it down, and feeling the spice on his tongue, drank the water after swallowing. “Spicy but good.”
“You look nice.” Jeremy’s appreciative gaze raked over him, and now more than ever, Blake was happy he stopped home to change out of his suit and into a beige sweater and some dark jeans. “Smell good too.”
Heat washed over Blake. “Um, thanks. You too.”
They both reached for the chips in the basket, and their fingers brushed together. Jeremy caught his and gave them a squeeze. “I’m really glad you came out on a school night.”
“What? Oh.” Blake laughed. “Yeah. It’s not that busy at my firm end of year. We really begin gearing up after the new year, and then from around February through April and tax time it’s nonstop crazy.”
“Gotcha.” Jeremy’s finger ran up his and stroked. “So I guess I better make my move before then.”
Blake opened his mouth to reply when the waitress stopped by.
“Hi, guys. What can I bring you? We have margaritas, on the rocks or frozen, pitchers or by the glass, plus a full line of Mexican beers.” She waited, pen poised at the ready over her pad.
“Wanna get a pitcher of margaritas?”
How could he resist Jeremy’s infectious smile? “Sounds perfect.”
Two hours later they lay sprawled on Jeremy’s sofa, making out like high-school kids. Blake’s head spun—not only from the margaritas but from the skillful play of Jeremy’s tongue over his skin. Every hot, wet flick burned his flesh, and he couldn’t keep silent.
“Oh God, oh God.”
They were both naked except for their jeans, and Jeremy fastened his lips onto Blake’s nipple and sucked hard, causing him to cry out and writhe uncontrollably.
“You like that?”
Panting and wild-eyed, Blake could only nod.
“You want to continue or stop like last time? I’m fine with either. It’s up to you.” Jeremy kissed his throat, licking up his neck to bite and suck under the tender spot by his ear. “I know we said no sex and to take it slow, but I’ve got a hard-on for you like a motherfucker. I want to fuck you so bad. Hear you scream for me.” Jeremy nuzzled into the curve of his neck.
Blake groaned again, his dick so hard and aching, it was a wonder he hadn’t come in his pants.
“You want that? Wanna scream into my pillow? I won’t do anything unless you want.” Hot lips moved across his cheek and took his mouth in a startlingly rough kiss, but Blake loved it and soared under Jeremy’s touch. It was like a dream to have this man want him so badly, he could smell his desire, and he decided—to hell with waiting. He was ready to live in the moment.
“Yeah. Want you too. So. Bad.”
One last thrust from Jeremy’s tongue swept through Blake’s mouth, and then he stood and unzipped his jeans, pulling them down and kicking them off. His dick bulged in the tight confines of his briefs, and Blake’s ass clenched tight. God, he wanted that up him, inside him, so bad.
