Chapter ten
Wyatt
Iwas kissing Rory Brannon.
The entire night, seeing him laugh with that bright expression, feeling his lithe, sexy body as he ground against me on the dance floor, experiencing the sunshine he brought into my sphere—it had all pushed me to the edge. I’d been clinging to a thread of denial that snapped the second the guy had gotten in our space and pressed up against him.
And now we were in the women’s bathroom, and my mouth crashed into his. His lips were softer than expected, and he sank into the kiss at once. I threaded my fingers through his hair, giving him a light tug. He tasted like the crisp beer we’d drunk, and I slipped my tongue against the seam of his lips. He opened up to me at once, and electricity shot through my veins.
This was the voltage that had been missing for far too long.
It was the quickened pulse of discovery, like being a teenager worried about getting caught. Fumbling makeouts in the tight back seatsof cars, stolen, hasty kisses that left a sting, summer-night meetups with the trill of cicadas in the background. Except this was Rory and me in the bathroom of The Truck Stop, and I memorized every damn detail. The moan that slipped from his lips and hummed against my mouth. The heat of his body pressed up against mine, dispelling the slight chill of the bathroom. The fluorescent lights overhead and white tiles around us, the reality that we were in a public space making out, and at any time anyone could walk in.
I hadn’t experienced a thrill like this since I was younger, and the way it flowed through me was addictive. Fuck, had I been sleeping through all these years, unaware that this intensity, this type of attraction was out there? Rory’s mouth was hot, his lips soft and sensual, and he kissed back with a ferocity that reassured me I wasn’t the only one going out of my mind here. My heart sped a thousand miles a minute, as if I’d leapt off a cliff.
I gave his hair another light tug, and he moaned into my mouth again. My cock had already woken up from dancing with him before, but I was stiff as a baseball bat right now. My length nudged against his hip as I devoured him, inhaling those sweet noises, the taste of him. Rory was excitement I hadn’t realized I’d craved deep in my bones, like driving down the highway at top speed. But I didn’t want to put on the brakes.
I wanted to race down this path as fast as I could, even though I had no idea where the destination might be. I licked into his mouth, my kisses growing more demanding by the second. The thump of need in my balls echoed my heartbeat, and the desire to come had grown deafening, even if I had to wait. Fuck, what would he be like to sink into? Would he make even sweeter sounds? His ass was a work of art, and I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t been staring from the first time we met.
My hands moved of their own volition in that direction, as they crept closer and closer to his ass. Rory didn’t freeze up or pull back, though. Instead, he ground his length against my thigh and nipped at my lip, kissing me with even more fervor. The daring that had gripped me tonight took me further, and my palms landed on his ass. Fuck, it was lush, and I squeezed his cheeks tight. Heat flooded through me. God, sinking between them would feel so damn good.
Rory pulled back to gasp, “Fuck.” But he rubbed his length against my thigh, the hardness brushing there lighting up my synapses. His breaths were ragged, and the column of his neck was exposed. I leaned in and nipped at the side of his neck, traveling the length until he was gasping and writhing in my arms. I couldn’t help but knead his sweet ass, savoring the plush feel of him, how hot and wild and wicked he was in my arms.
My balls ached with the need to unload, my cock as hard as anything, but it was still healing from the piercing. A thousand curses ripped through my head. I threw all my fervor into tasting and sucking on Rory’s skin, along his neck, his earlobe, sinking my teeth into his traps. His noises grew louder and louder, echoing through the tiled room, as if he didn’t give a fuck that we were in the middle of a public restroom.
I loved it.
Something was so freeing about being with him, as if he could tear down the box I’d stuffed myself in for so many years. As if I could finally be free too.
Rory thrust against my leg with abandon, his head tipped back, his lashes fluttering. I nipped and sucked at his neck, cupping his ass in my palms as I almost lifted him from the ground. Fuck, he was so delicious. His body pressed against mine, and feeling the evidence ofhis desire brushing against me—God, I was going to lose my mind. My balls ached so hard they grew painful, but I couldn’t pull away.
“Oh, fuuuuuuuuuuck,” Rory moaned as his limbs locked up. I squeezed his cheeks again, mesmerized by the bliss on his features.
I pressed a few idle kisses against his neck, my heart careening all over the place. At having him in my arms. At the fact he’d just come while I held him, simply from rutting against my thigh.
There was something so unbelievably hot about that, and it ignited my senses to life.
Rory drew in a shuddering exhale. “Oh god, I haven’t come in my pants since I first discovered what my cock could do.”
A grin spread on my lips, and even though he tried to separate from me, I kept my hands on his ass. “Hot. That was so damn hot.”
“How are you for real?” he asked, staring up at me with those gorgeous blues. I could lose myself for days in them. His lips were puffy from making out with me, a slight beard burn on his smooth skin.
“I should be saying the same thing to you.” Even though my cock ached something fierce, I felt settled in a way I hadn’t in years. Simply at getting to taste Rory. From having him in my arms, from seeing the desire flickering in his gaze. The yearning for more transmuted to a yearning of a different sense.
I wanted him.
The door to the bathroom opened, and I moved back on instinct.
A butch chick with a side shave strode in. She took one look at us and arched an eyebrow. “Go to the men’s room for that bullshit.”
Heat flushed my cheeks, and I started moving for the door on instinct. To my relief, Rory followed right behind me. When I stepped out of the bathroom, hesitation tugged at my steps. I didn’t want the night to end, but I also wasn’t in the right headspace to go back to the dance floor.
Rory leaned in to my ear. “I’ve got a giant stain on my pants, so I need to cut out early.”
I turned to face him, not caring that we stood in front of the bathroom doors. I’d cling to this bubble for as long as I could. “Did you drive?”
He snorted. “Nah, took public out of Malvern station, so I’m in for a fun trip back on the train.”
