“Don’t gotta like you to have you touching your toes. You down or what? It’s been a while since I’ve deep dicked someone.”I adjust my cock in my jeans, and I’m not at all surprised when Declan’s eyes drop to my hand.
“You’re not gay,” he blurts out.
I raise an eyebrow. “No, I’m pan. Is that a problem?” Declan shakes his head slowly. “Are you gay?”
“Yes,” he whispers, shocking me. I’ve never known his sexual orientation, so I’m not sure why I’m shocked. Maybe it’s because he’s telling me at all.
Standing, I hook my finger into his belt loop and pull him toward the hallway where the rooms are. Declan drags his feet for a moment but gives in and comes willingly.
We search for an empty room—the ones in use have a red light above the door—and slip into the first free one around the corner from the bar. I lean back against the door, watching Declan walk around the space. “Nervous?”
He scoffs. “No. It’s sex. Not like I’m giving you my fucking hand in marriage.”
I don’t touch that statement. “Come here.”
Declan looks at me, his eyes roaming my body. They lock on my dick, which hardens in a flash. What is it about that blond asshole that has my attention so stuck on him?
“One time,” he says as he walks over to me. “This one time and no more. I don’t want you to catch feelings or some stupid shit like that. I don’t like you.”
“Fine by me.” I push off the door and meet him halfway. Our chests brush together, sparks dancing over my skin. I trail my finger down his abs, smiling when he lets out a shuddering breath. “You been thinking about fucking me, young Whitlock?”
He shoves me away, anger clouding his expression. “I said don’t call me that. If you want to fuck, let’s do it, but don’t fucking call me that.”
I throw my hands up. “You got it. Now take your clothes off.”
Declan looks at war with himself, like he wants to tell me to fuck off, but wanting to get fucked.
Jerkily, he peels his shirt over his head, showing off his beautifully tanned skin, tattoos all over his chest. His abs stand out in sharp relief, that V cut fucking taunting me.
I grin at him, stepping into his space. “Someone doesn’t skip the gym.”
He grunts. “Are you going to talk the entire time?”
“Don’t like hearing my voice, handsome?”
“Don’t lie.”
I lean back so I our eyes meet. “You are. Has no one ever told you?”
He looks away but doesn’t answer. “Why are you still dressed?” Declan grips the hem of my shirt and drags it over my head. “Fuck,” he mutters, low enough that I probably wasn’t supposed to hear it.
His warm hand trails over my chest, his thumb gliding over my nipple. “Pants,” he grunts. His voice is fucking gravel as he looks at my body.
Instead of removing my pants, I drop to my knees in front of him, my hands going to his zipper. Declan watches me, his breathing ragged, his eyes brimming with lust. His dick is like steel, almost bursting the seam of his pants.
“One time?” I ask, dropping my eyes to his dick as I undo his button. “Let me make it memorable.”
Hooking my fingers into the waistband of his pants, I drag them down so I can get to my prize. When his cock pops out, my eyes grow wide. “How do you fly with this thing?”
For the first time since I’ve met him, Declan laughs. “Yeah, we’re not going there. Open wide so I can glide them across your tongue.”
The three barbells through the underside of his dick look fucking delicious and inviting, so I open and let himthrust into my mouth. I groan when his flavor hits my tongue, the clean, metallic taste sending pleasurable jolts through me. I can’t wait to feel those barbells inside me, but not tonight. Tonight, I’m going to fuck another smile onto Declan’s face.
He palms the back of my head and pushes deeper into my mouth, grunting when my nose brushes his light dusting of pubic hair.
“Fuck, Nico,” he whispers. “I had no idea your mouth would be this good.”
I pull off him and chuckle, jerking him in a tight fist. Those piercings dig into my palm. I look up at him, watching those green eyes flash with arousal. “Want more?”
