I reach for the button of his jeans, and he doesn’t stop me. His hands shake as he braces himself against the wall, but his eyes never leave mine.
“This is crazy,” he rasps.
“Yeah.”
“Someone could come in.”
“Yeah.”
“We could get caught.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
He’s quiet for a moment. The smart play would be to say yes, to walk away before this gets any more complicated.
“No,” he finally whispers. “Don’t stop.”
I work his jeans open slowly, savoring every shaky breath he takes. Then I slide them and his boxer briefs down to his knees.His cock springs free, the tip already glistening with precum. My mouth waters at the sight of him.
“Fuck,” he breathes when I lick the palm of my hand before wrapping it around him.
“Not yet,” I say, looking up at him. I take him into my mouth without warning, and the strangled sound he makes echoes off the arena walls. His hands fist my hair, gripping tight as he fucks my mouth.
I take him deep, his cock thick between my lips. I work him slowly at first, relishing the way his body responds as I stroke and suck him harder and harder.
“Christ, Zane... ” His voice is wrecked already, and I’ve barely started.
I pull back just enough to speak. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want... fuck, I want you to stop thinking so much and just take what you want.”
“What I want is to make you come so hard you forget your own name.”
“Then do it,” he says.
I do. I take him deeper, using everything I learned about his body in Vegas, everything I’ve imagined doing to him in the two years since. The tang of him dances on my tongue. I dig my fingers into his ass, my lips beckoning him to drive harder into my mouth.
The arena fades away. The risk of being caught, the cold concrete under my knees, the impossibility of our situation…none of it means a damn thing right now. All that matters is the way he gasps my name, the way his hips jerk forward, the way he’s coming apart in my hands and mouth.
“I’m close,” he chokes out, tugging at my hair.
I don’t pull away. Instead, I take him deeper, faster, using my hand and mouth together until he’s writhing against the wall.
He comes hard, filling my greedy mouth. I take it all, swallowing every drop, keeping his cock buried between my lips until the pleasure is too much and he slips out of my mouth, tremors still rippling through him.
“Fuck,” he breathes, slumping back against the boards. “That was... ”
“Real,” I finish. I lick my lips, never breaking my gaze.
“Yeah. Real.”
We stare at each other.
“This doesn’t change anything,” he mutters, tucking himself back into his jeans.
“What do you mean?”
His jaw tightens. “Tomorrow you’ll go back to being mysterious and evasive, and I’ll go back to trying not to want you. This was just... ” He gestures vaguely. “Physical.”
