Armi hissed at Hayden’s fondling of his swollen dick. He wanted…hewantedso damn bad. His gut told him Hayden wouldn’t hurt him.
Holding hands, they hurried out of the club and through the streets until they came to a high-rise on 80th Street. Hayden’s apartment was dark, but Armi had little opportunity to view his surroundings as he was pulled into the small bedroom. True to his word, Hayden unzipped Armi’s slacks, yanked them with his briefs past his hips, and rubbed his cheek along the rock-hard length of Armi’s rigid cock.
“Fuck yeah, you’re so ready.” Hayden licked the precome leaking from the slit. “So fucking hot and wet. Want you in my mouth. Now.”
Hayden followed his words with action, and Armi’s groans filled the quiet room as Hayden’s mouth slid over the head of his cock and sucked him. Hard. “Oh God, oh please, please,” Armi begged, shameless in his need. His legs started to give out, and he braced a hand on the wall to hold himself up as he continued to watch Hayden take his dick in between those gorgeous full lips.
Hayden’s tongue performed delicious magic as it swirled and flickered. He bobbed up and down, and Armi lost touch with reality. His hips snapped back and forth, thrusting deeper into Hayden’s warm, wet mouth.
Hayden dug his fingers into the muscles of Armi’s thighs, his throaty moans vibrating along Armi’s throbbing cock. Saliva coated his rock-hard shaft, and Hayden pulled off and gazed up at him with swollen lips and hazy, lust-filled eyes.
“You like that, don’t you?” He sucked his fingers and pressed them along Armi’s taint. “How about this?” They slid higher, to the cleft between his cheeks. “And this?”
A feral, hungry need burst through him, and he clawed at Hayden’s shoulders. “Don’t stop,” he begged. “More, please.”
“Don’t worry, baby. I’m gonna give it all to you.” Hayden teased along his crease and circled his rim. Armi was lust-drunk, and hearing Hayden call him baby, feeling the scratch and tickle of his fingers slipping and sliding around his hole, catapulted him to the stars.
“Ahh, please, please. Harder. More.”
Again Hayden took him into his mouth, his lips and teeth playing along its length.
“I can’t…don’t stop…too good,” Armi panted, his last bit of control lost. An electric shock raced up his legs, his balls tightened, and an explosion burst through the base of his spine. His cock jerked endlessly, and Hayden swallowed every drop, those sweet lips and tongue licking and sucking him dry.
“I was right,” Hayden said. “You taste amazing.”
Armi’s face burned, and he watched as Hayden wriggled out of his jeans and briefs. His dick stuck out, red, thick, and so beautiful. Fascinated, he watched Hayden pump it, the sticky-wet crown moving fast and furious through his fist. He crouched beside Hayden, excitement spiraling, the smell of Hayden making him reckless.
“Harder, come on,” Armi urged. “Do it. On my face. In my mouth. Come on.” When the hell had he gotten this daring? Maybe it was his father telling him he was a failure. That he didn’t have what it took to be in charge. His gay, fumbling son.
He’d never had sex like this—his mind and body voracious with want and need and a craving to be fucked until he couldn’t walk. It was primitive, raw and freeing.
Through surprisingly dark, thick lashes, Hayden’s green eyes blazed and he bit his lip. “Fuck, yeah.”
Armi put his hand on Hayden’s and his lips to that hot, hard shaft. One tantalizing lick led to another. Armi rubbed the wet, sticky cock all over his face, then sucked and flickered his tongue, playing with the slit. Hayden’s eyes rolled back.
“Oh, shit.” He grew stiffer, come shooting from his dick, coating Armi’s cheeks and lips, and dripping down his chin.
Armi licked up as much as he could and wiped the sheet across his face to catch the last drops. Hayden lay against the bed, eyes closed, breathing steadily. It took Armi a minute to realize he’d fallen asleep. God, he was so wild and beautiful—thick blond hair laying in damp waves, body glistening with sweat, setting off all that ink. Armi’s mouth watered, and he pressed his face to Hayden’s chest, smelling the sharp, salty aroma of Hayden’s come.
What had gotten into him?
Awkward now that the sex was over, he yanked up his briefs and pants, and with a sigh of regret, Armi left, making sure the lock clicked behind him. He lifted his head to the sky for a moment.
It took less than twenty minutes to walk to his town house on 71st Street. He showered, changed, and lay in bed, wondering if he’d always be alone.
**
“Good morning, Mr. Winters,” the receptionist in the lobby of the skyscraper where the Brooklyn Kings were located greeted him.
“Hello, Audrey.” He smiled. “Please call me Armand.”
The security guard waved him through. “Morning. How are you, Mr. Winters?”
“It’s Armand. And I’m fine, Jerry, how’re you doing?” He held his coffee in one hand and stuck the ID card into his pocket. He noticed a grease stain on the lapel of his suit and mentally slapped himself. One day he’d manage to come to the office and not look like he’d just rolled out of bed. But after his shocking hookup with Hayden, he’d barely managed any sleep. His body buzzing with desire, he’d replayed every intense, exhilarating second, and it wasn’t until almost three a.m. that he’d finally closed his eyes. He’d awoken late and shoved a buttered bagel into his mouth as fast as he could. Obviously, some had landed on his clothes.
“Good, good, sir. Have a nice day.”
The elevator whizzed him up to the fortieth floor, and Armi walked into the corporate headquarters of the Brooklyn Kings, still in disbelief that he was now the owner of a professional football team. Him, the most unathletic person in the family. The gay son, who was more interested in flowers than football.
