Once inside, the music became not just something to be heard but something you absorbed until it took life in your soul. There was almost nothing better. Pulling on Declan’s hand, I said, “Let’s dance.”
He smiled, nodding, and pulled me out into the sea of grinding bodies. He plastered himself to my front, and we lost ourselves in each other. Song after song played, each one designed to make you horny and needy. We moved together, our bodies writhing and twisting, rubbing against each other until both of us were hard as fuck and ready to do just that.
I dragged him to the corner at the end of the bar, pressing my cock into his ass.
“Order us a drink,” I ordered, and he flagged the bartender, who waved back.
“Now, open your pants.”
His head swiveled, and I cocked a brow at him when our eyes met. “Here?”
I nodded.
Indecision painted his face. His lower lip found its way between his teeth, but his hands disappeared beneath the bar.
“I’m going to fuck you. You good with that?”
He stretched up so I could hear him. “Green.”
“Jesus fuck, you’re going to be the death of me.”
He smirked. Using the lube I had in my pocket, I worked him open. I wanted to sink into him with nothing between us. And if that wasn’t the damnedest thing. I hadn’t even fucked the woman I was going to marry without wrapping my junk.
Then he said, ordered, “Ditch the condom,” like he could read my mind. “I’m on PrEP and just got my latest results last week.”
Wasting no time, I opened my pants and slid inside him. “Damn, vato. You really are trying to kill me,” I groaned.
I used the music to mask my movements, dancing and grinding against him like I had on the dance floor. Focusing on hitting his prostate, I twined my arms around his torso, holding him to my chest. He moved with me as much as I would let him. One of his hands grabbed my thigh, and the other gripped my forearm. His blunt nails dug into the skin while I rode him.
“What can I get you guys?”
Looking down at Declan, his head lolled back on my chest, eyes closed. I answered, “Water for us both and two double tequilas. Something good. No well drinks.”
The bartender took my card, tapping it on the bar as he turned away.
“Vato, you okay?”
“Mmm hmm.”
“You gonna come for me?”
“Oh, yeah.”
The bartender sat the drinks down, sliding me the receipt. I barely acknowledged the price as I signed the slip. He smirked at me, turning away, and I realized we’d not be as discreet as I thought.
Fuck it.
I took Declan’s hips in my hands and fucked him in earnest, pegging him just right over and over.
“Jerk yourself off.”
“Already there. I’m so fucking close.”
His climax tightened him around me before the words were out of his mouth. I growled and let myself fly, barely muffling the roar of satisfaction.
Declan handed me my water, and I chugged it down, wetting my parched throat. Pressing my lips to his ear, I said, “We didn’t think this through. A condom woulda made cleanup much easier.”
His shot was halfway to his mouth when he paused and looked at me. “We?You mean you right because this was all you, big guy.”
