“Aye, funny that. Well, let’s see what the night brings you.” Seamus relinquished the blindfold and directed Dylan to the very first room in thecorridor.
Dylan’s heart clenched. What if Angelo didn’t find him there? What if he requested bunker five on the assumption that Dylan would be there?What if he doesn’t come at all?If Angelo didn’t show, Dylan would take the cock of whoever walked through the door in his place?—a thought that made his entire body tingle?—but the muted thrill had nothing on the fire Angelo had left burning a fortnightago.
He’ll come. He hasto.
Dylan undressed and then let himself into the dark basement room. He tied the blindfold and positioned himself on the bare mattress, absorbing the brutal jolts of hope running through him.Come on, Angelo. I’m waiting foryou.
And wait he did, for what seemed like hours. He counted his thumping pulse as his dick hardened and waned with each turn of his brain. Nerves rarely troubled him when it came to sex?—in the club or out in the real world?—but on his hands and knees, waiting for the fuck of a lifetime, he could barelybreathe.
The door opened and the faintest hint of a cool breeze tickled Dylan. Goosebumps broke out on his heated skin, and anticipation zapped up his neck, buzzing through his scalp as his companion dropped their clothes on thefloor.
What little breath Dylan had caught in his throat, and he shuddered, sure he felt a ghost-like hand brush his shoulders. Warmth bloomed in his chest and spread through every nerve. His gut told him that the light-footed man prowling around him was Angelo, but until they touched and the stars exploded, he couldn’t besure.
Strong fingers threaded through Dylan’s hair, yanking his head back. “Safeword?”
Hecame.
Dylan gasped. “Fox.”
“Say it. I’ll hearyou.”
Angelo’s voice was like a drug, and Dylan’s nerves faded away. He leaned into Angelo’s touch, and the charge where their skin touched sent pulses of desire hurtling through him.Fuck, yeah.He remembered this?—the crazy current that made him dizzy. Heady and addictive, he couldn’t get enough, and his cock throbbed in anticipation of what was to come. Would Angelo take him hard and fast like he had before, or were they in for an entirely differentride?
A million scenarios spun through Dylan’s mind, but his world narrowed when Angelo’s hands gripped his arse, his dick gliding along the seam like it was made for him, like it was dying to get inside. Angelo, apparently, wasn’t playingaround.
Teeth scraped along Dylan’s spine as Angelo leaned over him, and the rustle of a condom wrapper pierced the air. Dylan braced himself for the blunt intrusion of Dylan’s cock, but it didn’t come. Instead, the strong hands he remembered lifted him clean off the mattress and tossed him onto hisback.
Dylan groaned and spread his legs. Rough play had always got him hot, but knowing that it was Angelo chucking him around like a rag doll?Damn.His balls were already drawn up so tight he worried they’d never come down. His dick ached too, and his hands twitched, craving friction. But he didn’t move. Angelo hadn’t commanded him to stay still, but he didn’t have to. Dylan submitted because hewantedto. He splayed his arms wide and offered himself to Angelo. “Fuckme.”
“Quiet.”
Angelo’s palm connected with Dylan’s thigh. The slap was playful, but Dylan gasped all the same and arched his body, desperate for more. Angelo struck him again, harder this time, and Dylan moaned out, long, loud, andpleasured.
Yes.But he didn’t dare sayit.
Hit me. Use me. I wantit.
The spanking went on for a while, each strike soothed by Angelo’s warm palms. Dylan cried out each time. By BDSM standards, their play was light, but by the time his dick was welcomed into Angelo’s sinfully hot mouth, his senses were in overdrive.Shit. I’m gonna come!But before he could bust,Angelo eased off, edging out Dylan’s climax like apro.
“Not yet,” he whispered in Dylan’s ear, his breath hot against Dylan’s cheek. “This is gonna last,baby.”
Baby.Dylan hated sappy terms of endearment, but hearing it drip from Angelo’s devilish tongue sent shivers down his spine. He tensed his stomach muscles and raised his hips off the bed, still stubbornly leaving his arms spreadwide.
I want to kisshim.
The revelation caught him off guard, though it shouldn’t have. He’d wanted Angelo in every context where they’d encountered each other?—even the office, where Dylan had imagined Angelo fucking him over the battered MDFdesk.
Angelo gripped Dylan’s thighs, and a groan tore out of Dylan. His body was crying out for Angelo to be inside him, but a renegade army was enjoying Angelo’s touch too much to give it up without a fight, and he trembled as the battle raged insidehim.
Touch me. Fuckme.
And the longer Angelo kept him waiting, the less he cared about what camenext.
Just give me something...please.
The aching void Angelo had left behind last time deepened. Dylan ripped his arms from the mattress and made a clumsy grab for Angelo’s hips, yanking him closer until Angelo’s cock nudged him, and cool lube trickled onto his tinglingflesh.
Angelo’s low chuckle rumbled through Dylan. “So impatient,” he muttered. “I’m gonna have to be firm withyou.”
