“You. I need you. Please. Make it better. Make me feel good.”
Hayden crushed their lips together while his fingers undid Armi’s belt and unzipped his trousers. Desire rose bold and fierce between them, and Hayden’s mouth watered at the thick bulge pulsing under the thin fabric of Armi’s briefs.
“Lift up,” he whispered, and Armi complied, allowing him to pull the clothes off. Armi kicked them away, naked now below the waist. “So fucking gorgeous,” Hayden murmured and lapped at the fat head of Armi’s cock, teasing the slit, tickling along the ridge underneath. Eyes fluttering, Armi squirmed and panted,his face flushed pink. “You like that?” Hayden did it again, only this time he took Armi’s stiff length deep and sucked hard, Armi’s cock stretching his mouth to the limit.
Armi’s hips snapped hard, shoving his cock deeper into Hayden’s mouth. Hayden moaned, loving the pleasure-pain, wishing it could go on forever.
“Oh, oh, fuck. Fuck,” Armi cried out, and Hayden played with his sac, squeezing his balls. Armi’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as his body arched off the sofa and he came, jerking down Hayden’s throat.
Hayden swallowed eagerly, licking his lips free of the sticky fluid.
Chest heaving, face a picture of bliss, Armi lay limp beneath him. “Hayden?”
“Hmm?” Hayden shifted and winced, his trapped dick throbbing and painful.
“Fuck me.”
Those two words cleared the fog of lust from his brain. “I-I don’t—”
Armi opened his eyes. “But I do. I know you think it’s a bad idea, but look at us right now. I need you,” he whispered, and Hayden’s defenses lowered.
“I didn’t mean for this to happen.”
Armi’s smile was sweet. “I know. But after reading the horrible things Price wrote, all I wanted was to be with you. Having you turn up on my doorstep was an answer to my secret wish. I want you.” Armi reached out a hand, and without hesitation, Hayden took it. “I need you. Please?” Their fingers entwined, Armi rose and tugged. “Come upstairs with me.”
His head screamed that Armi was right. It was a bad idea, the worst, but one glimpse of Armi’s gorgeous ass drove allcoherent thought from his mind. It would be his fantasy come to life, however briefly. No need to think too hard on it—they’d have this one night, get it out of their systems, and then he and Armi would work to figure out how to counter the attack on his character.
After all, it was only sex. No big deal.
In Armi’s bedroom they stood chest to chest. He cupped Armi’s face. “I’ve never done this before. I don’t want you to think I make a habit of sleeping with my boss.”
Armi’s brows flew up. “No. Of course not. You’ve been nothing but professional with me. But just for tonight…can we forget our roles? I’m not your boss, and you don’t work for me. Make it like that first time between us. Let’s forget everything except how much I want you. And I think you want me too.”
Hayden ran his thumb over the soft pout of Armi’s lower lip and along his firm jawline. “You’re wrong. Idefinitelywant you. I have since that first time.” He guided their mouths together, sighing at the delicious warmth spreading through his blood. The tip of Armi’s tongue played along his lips, tracing and tasting, and Hayden opened up to dance and tangle his with Armi’s. God, he was so fucking sweet.
Together, still holding each other, they moved to the bed. Armi removed his shirt while Hayden stripped off his clothes. Both of them naked, Armi touched him, his hand sliding up his thigh to wrap around Hayden’s aching shaft, and Hayden grunted.
“I want this in me.” Armi bent and pressed his lips to the wide head. “I need it.”
The last bit of hesitation fled, and Hayden pushed Armi down under him, his cock brushing Armi’s flat stomach. They kissed, rolling on the bed, hands and lips searching, tongues probing,mouths hot, slick, and wet. His jangling nerves settled, and the red flags faded away. All he could think of was being inside Armi and how fucking fantastic it was going to be.
“Hurry,” Armi pleaded, but Hayden shook his head.
“Not on your life.” He buried his face where the curve of Armi’s neck met his shoulder and savored the hot smell of his desire. Hayden snaked his tongue along the jut of his collarbone to lick a path across Armi’s broad chest. Tight, cherry-red nipples beckoned, and Hayden sucked and bit the tips until Armi cried out and beat the bed with his fists.
“Oh fuck, oh God, Hayden,” he gasped. “What the hell?”
But Hayden didn’t answer, couldn’t, caught up in Armi’s greedy, desperate sounds and the ripple of his twitching body under him. Hearing Armi’s harsh moans of pleasure spurred him on to spread Armi’s legs and kiss his once-again rigid cock from tip to root. A hard push to Armi’s legs sent them to his shoulders and exposed his ass to Hayden’s hungry gaze.
“Perfect. Look at you. Gorgeous. And all mine.”
He didn’t miss Armi’s cock jerking at his words, spilling out precome over his stomach. After Hayden licked it up, he moved lower to press a kiss to the tight, pink hole.
“Ahh, what the hell is happening? Oh, God.” Armi nearly levitated off the bed as Hayden continued to slip and slide his tongue in and out of his hole.
“You like this, huh? Like getting your ass eaten?”
“Mmm. Never knew.” Armi’s head thrashed on the pillow. “Fuck me before I die.”
