Yukio was panting by the time he reached me, and I realized it had to do with the fast-paced music he was singing onstage moments before, not because he was running after me. He was a fit man who worked out plenty, or at least, that’s what his arms showed.
He grinned widely. The eyeliner he wore made his brown irises stand out, and they were amazing, like the rest of him. “You came.”
I nodded awkwardly. “I did. You asked me to watch you play. Your music is nice. Not the kind of thing I listen to. It’s very rock.”
He laughed and the sound surprised me. His face lit up and his eyes sparkled. “Yeah.” He pointed over his shoulder with his thumb. “Can I buy you a drink?”
I sighed loudly, which caused his eyebrows to rise high on his forehead. “Listen, you’re nice, Yukio, but you’re too young. Your music isn’t my type.”
Amusement spread over his face and he grinned wider. Crossing his arms, he stepped in closer. He wasn’t anywhere near as tall as me, but I got the idea that he was moresolidthan he looked. “So, because I’m in a rock band,I’mnot your type?”
“I didn’t say that.” I glared at him. “Don’t put words in my mouth.”
He stepped in even closer, and my heart picked up speed.Thump. Thump. Thumpity thump.“So, then why don’t you let me buy you that drink?”
I raised my chin, though I didn’t need to, and straightened my spine. “Because I know what you want. I’m not that kind of man.” I lowered my voice and leaned in closer to him, probably too close, but I didn’t want anyone to hear us. There wasn’t much of a chance of eavesdropping because it was loud anyway, but I couldn’t risk it. There could be students around. “I don’t top, and I’m not dominant. And you’re too... sweet. The guys I’m into are rough and assertive and forceful.” Well, the guys who existed in my mind were like that, anyway. I’d never been with one.
He stared at me, the delight in his expression doubling.
I cleared my throat and stepped back. “Good night, Yukio. It was nice to meet you.”
I left him there, striding out of the bar and past the bouncer, who gave me a stoic look as I exited through the door. I’d made it halfway down the alley toward the parking lot before someone came up behind me and shoved me against the brick wall of the bar. Gasping in surprise, I threw an arm backward to ward off my attacker, but I was spun, so I was facing him and thrown against the wall again.
My breath caught when Yukio’s beautiful face appeared before me. He smirked, the previous innocence that had smothered him gone without a trace, leaving behind a dangerous glint in his gaze that caused my cock to stiffen. Molten lava flooded my insides and pleasure coiled in my stomach as he curled his long fingers around my neck, holding me in place. He wasn’t as tall as me, but he pressed his lean, muscular body against mine, trapping me with the kind of hardened control that he didn’t need to use his strength to demonstrate.
His eyes told a story—the kind that expressed how much he wanted to fuck me the way I craved—and all the assumptions I’d had of his smaller frame and youth dissolved. He wasn’t a boy looking for a good lay, hewasthe dominant man I’d been searching for.
My cock throbbed when he slammed his mouth against mine, and I moaned into his rough kiss. I reached for him, but he grabbed my hand and shoved it to my side, trapping it against the wall. I gasped, and he took the chance to push his tongue into my mouth as his control over me strengthened.
Everything in my core craved submission. I didn’t want him to tie me up, and I didn’t want to call him Sir or my Dom, but Ineededhim to take me home and fuck me, and that was scary because he was still around half my age!
It took everything in my power to touch my hand to his chest and shove him backward. He was solid and had the kind of strength that made him difficult to move. My chest rose and fell in hard gasps and a shiver slid down my spine. Cock bulging in my pants, it was obvious I desired more, and his gaze dropped down to my lower extremities. The smirk that he gave me said he knew all about what I needed.
“You judged me,” he whispered. Around here, everything was quiet. The bar’s noise was a distant memory, even though my ears still rang from the reverberated music. “You looked at me and assumed I wanted you to fuck me.” That sexy smirk widened. “But baby, I want to shove my dick in your tight hole and listen to you scream my name while I do it.”
His low, deep tone and the words swirled a chaos of emotions inside me. Need. Confusion. Need. Panic.Need. I couldn’t want this with a man the same age as Alex. I needed to find a partner who was older and wiser and—Fuck!
He buried his face against my neck and trailed nippy kisses along my skin, biting hard enough to leave behind marks that my colleagues would be asking me about tomorrow, and in the throes of passion, I couldn’t find the language to tell him that was a bad idea. My eyes rolled back in my head and I moaned.
He laid his hands on my hips and held tightly, and I was both disappointed and relieved that he didn’t touch me anywhere else. I wasn’t sure what I was ready for, especially considering I’d never had sex with a man. Yet, none of this mattered, damn it!
I couldn’t. Wouldn’t. I so badly wanted to, though.
Cursing my weakness, I shoved at his chest again, this time putting more force behind it. He backed away, palms up toward me to show he was surrendering.
“You don’t want this?” he murmured, stare dropping to my throbbing cock trapped in my stupid pants.
I resisted the urge to reach down and rearrange myself. “I do. No, I mean, I don’t.”
He opened his mouth and swiped his tongue over his teeth, and I sucked in a breath. “You taste sweet. I like it.”
My throat worked as I tried to swallow, and every inch of me wanted to drag him back in and kiss him again. I hungered for him to devour me and hold me down and fuck me until I could only feel him inside me. But the scenarios of everything that could go wrong rampaged through my brain like a bull in a china shop. I shook my head.
I stood tall as I straightened my clothing that had become askew because of our grappling and offered him a pleasant smile, the same as I might a colleague. “Your band is... nice.”
“Nice?” The amusement was back and so was the wide grin. He had pouty lips, and they were very curvy in a way I often saw in drawings but not real life. The ball piercings through his eyebrows weren’t unique, and I didn’t usually like facial jewelry, but they fit him perfectly, though I couldn’t quite put my finger on why.
“You repeat me a lot.” I frowned at him.
