“Yeah,” Angelo murmured. “I’ve been dreaming of watching you fuck someone, and you’re even hotter than I thought you’dbe.”
Consumed by Rhys clenching tight around his dick, Dylan didn’t have it in him to be so coherent. He pulled out of Rhys and tugged him over onto his back. He drove inside him again, and Rhys threw his head back. “Fuck!”
Angelo chuckled and smacked Dylan’s arse. “Damn, my dick’s so hard I’m gonna bust all up your back while you fuckhim.”
Dylan imagined Angelo’s hot come splattering on his skin and a bolt of raw pleasure shot through him. He threw a hand out and clawed at Angelo’s muscular thigh. “Do yourworst.”
Angelo made an appreciative noise in Dylan’s ear and then disappeared, taking his leg?—and all that was tying Dylan down to the world?—with him. Dylan clenched his teeth and fucked Rhys faster, bending over him so that their sweat-slicked chests slidtogether.
“Where did your friendgo?”
“Dunno,” Dylan gritted out. “He?—?”
But Angelo returned before he could finish, pressed up against the backs of Dylan’s legs, his slicked, condom-covered cock probing Dylan’s hole. The intrusion was sudden, and itburned, and the pain was everything. A sharp cry escaped Dylan and he fell forward as Angelo chased him down and seized his hips, fucking into him and pushing him deeper intoRhys.
The sensation of Angelo taking control and fucking them both was mind-blowing. His rhythm started slow but built to a rough ride. Dylan matched his pace, and Rhys came quickly, shooting on his belly before rollingaway.
Dylan was absently aware of his goodbye kiss, but with Angelo still nailing him, it didn’t resonate. He bent his legs to take Angelo deeper. Angelo hit his prostate and all bets were off. Dylan moaned and clutched uselessly at the leather sofa. “Harder.”
“What wasthat?”
“Harder.” Dylan grabbed Angelo’s leg again, pulling him impossibly closer. “Make mecome.”
A gravelly groan escaped Angelo. “So fucking hot. I could bang you allnight.”
I wouldn’t stop you.But speech was beyond Dylan. He let go of Angelo’s leg and threw his arms out in front of him, flattening his torso and raising his hips. Angelo’s response was instant, and the brutal dig of his cock was blinding. The club melted away. White noise filled Dylan’s ears and snow obscured his vision. His hole clenched, and the first strains of release rocketed up hisspine.
“Jesus Christ!” Angelo steadied him, his voice cracking. “You gonnacome?”
Dylan could only gasp and finally?—finally?—grip his own weeping dick and jerk it desperately in sync with Angelo’s spearingthrusts.
Heat sluiced through Dylan like a rampant wildfire. He shouted, arching his back, his nerves as tight as an archer’s bow, and come shot out of him, spurting all over the already slick couch. “Oh!”
The masochist in him cried out for more, and Angelo responded with a flurry of final strokes before he pulled out and ripped off thecondom.
Red-hot splatters of come hit Dylan’s back. Angelo’s guttered exclamations were half drowned out by the carnival going on in Dylan’s senses, but Dylan absorbed every grunt and moan like they were his own and was pretty much catatonic by the time Angelo yanked him upright, wrapping his arms around Dylan’s trembling body so tightly that Dylan forgot how tobreathe.
“Open your eyes,” Angelo whispered. Dylan obeyed, and Angelo’s strong hand gripped his chin, his fingers digging into Dylan’s jaw, nails scratching through the fine layer of fair stubble. “Look... everyone’swatching.”
Dylan stared at the dozens of eyes trained on him. Where their rapt attention had seemed distant before, now it seeped into him, throwing a last handful of kindling on the fading flames. He searched for Rhys but couldn’t find him in the dancing shadows of the club. Would he recognise him after tonight? Did it matter? As Angelo bit down on his earlobe, he lost the ability todecide.
The heat faded eventually. Angelo half carried Dylan to the showers and washed him like they’d been lovers for years while Dylan stared, mesmerised, and tracked a bead of water as it trickled down Angelo’s strong chest. There was so much he wanted to say, but he didn’t speak a word until they were dressed and outside. “Are you hungry? I could murder some dodgychicken.”
Angelo shook his head. “I’m pretty much done for thenight.”
“You sure?” Dylan tried to temper the flare of disappointment. “King Chook is on our wayhome?”
“Onyourway home,maybe.”
Angelo’s expression was hard to gauge, and he didn’t give Dylan much chance to try before he dropped his gaze to the floor. They started walking to the junction where they would go their separate ways if Dylan couldn’t persuade Angelo to come home with him. Dylan thought about taking Angelo’s hand, but it didn’t seem to fit. Their only physical contact had been in the club, and away from its safe embrace, Angelo seemed a different man.Angelmelted away with every step, and Dylan didn’t know how to bridge the gap. “Are you sure you’re nothungry?”
Silence. Dylan slowed and realised Angelo was already trailing behind. “Angelo?”
“Hmm?” Angelo glanced up from his apparent preoccupation with his shoes. “Sorry,what?”
Dylan stopped walking entirely. “What’s thematter?”
“What?”
