Under the pretence of steadying himself, he laid a hand at the base of the man’s spine. A jolt of electricity surged up his arm, and a strangled groan escaped him. “Shit!”
“Yeah?” The man arched, his chest dropping to the mattress, his hole clenching, and then he drew himself off Angelo’s cock, before spearing back down on it, again and again, setting the rhythm that Angelo had played out in his head before he’d lost his bloody mind. Over the moody electronica, the slap of skin on skin grew louder as the man ground back on Angelo’s dick, meeting Angelo thrust for thrust as Angelo regained the ability to screw himcoherently.
The club faded away?—the music, the hum of the crowd, and even the eyes that were bound to be watching them from the secluded observation points. The roll of the man’s hips grew more erratic, and Angelo was right there to take up the slack. For long minutes it seemed that their heady encounter would be a quick one, but then the reason Angelo had come to the club returned to him, and the desire to take control wonout.
He gripped the man’s hips, slowing his movements, and then stilled him entirely as he took the man’s arms and pinned them behind his back. Angelo paused a moment to give the man a chance to squirm or protest or give any sign that he didn’t want Angelo to bang his brains out. There was none, and Angelo briefly pictured them with their positions reversed. With the man on top doing everything to Angelo that Angelo was planning on doing to him.Wow. That was new too. Angelo rarely bottomed. It had beenyears.
Angelo spat where they were joined, adding to the lube already there, and tightened his hold on the man’s slender hips. He started slow... but deliberate, dicking out the man with targeted stabs of his cock. The dizzying heat burned his veins, and he knew the moment he’d found the man’s sweet spot. The velvet warmth clamped tight around his dick, and the man cried out, balling his hands into fists and pushing back on Angelo in a blatant demand formore.
Like that, is it?And fuck if Angelo could deny him. As if he wanted to. He picked up the pace, shoving his dick home with as much rhythm as he could manage with their slick bodies sliding together. Over and over, he drove his cock deep, panting, growling, and flicking his head from time to time to keep the sweat from hiseyes.
Edging had always been Angelo’s jam, and it seemed he’d found the perfect partner for his favourite game. He fucked the young blond to the other side of the mattress, and it was only when the man was perilously close to sliding off that he grasped his hips and yanked himback.
On their third go around, the man let out a ragged moan, and Angelo’s cock pulsed in warning. Heat rocketed through every vein, and his skin burned. Another odd urge to touch his companion swept over him, and then the desire to flip him over and pound him face-to-face. Except they wouldn’t be face-to-face, because the unwritten rules of the basement rooms prophesied that they should stay like this?—back to chest andinvisible.
Angelo had never been one forrules.
He flipped the man over, revealing a lean, toned chest that was the stuff of Angelo’s fantasies. He’d played with plenty of big guys, but when he was alone in bed, it was bodies like this that kept him awake?—soft and lean... delicate, and yet crying out for a brutalrailing.
Angelo yanked the man closer and pushed his legs apart. “Name.”
“What?”
Angelo leaned over the man, his lips a hairsbreadth from that slender neck. “Give me aname.”
“Dylan.”
Clubs like this were full of people playing under an alias, but a distant instinct told Angelo that this was real.Dylan.Yeah, he liked that. He dug his fingers into Dylan’s thighs and drove back inside him. Dylan let out a piercing moan, and Angelo took it as a cue to give it to him hard, all the while transfixed by his cock stretching Dylan out. It was a beautiful sight by itself, but combined with Dylan’s pliant body and guttural moans, Angelo wasgone.
Dylan’s cock was poker straight and rigid on his sweat-sheened belly?—somehow he’d known that he didn’t have Angelo’s permission to touchit.
Angelo wanted to touchit.
Squeezeit.
Suckit.
On a good day, he could’ve fucked and sucked Dylan at the same time, but today wasn’t a good day, and he settled for leaning back on his heels, raising Dylan’s hips off the mattress, and screwing him so hard that his moans turned to shouts and then desperate yells as he started tocome.
Angelo rode the wave as Dylan convulsed and plastered himself with jets of come, but then things got hazy. His vision darkened to the point where he might as well have been wearing the blindfold. He busted so hard he saw stars, and for a long moment, the reality of his so-called life fadedaway.
He was dimly aware of a smattering of applause as he chased the last shocks of release. Beneath him, Dylan was splayed out, panting and clearly exhausted. Completing a hat-trick of weird thoughts, Angelo pictured himself collapsing beside him and then spooning up against his back, melding their laboured breaths until they fellasleep.
Idiot.Angelo hadn’t shared a bed with anyone that way in years, and he wasn’t about to start now. Ignoring the urge to stroke Dylan’s golden hair back from his sweaty face, he pulled out and lightly punched his shakythigh.
“Cheers, mate. Thanks for theride.”
Chapter Two
Dylan balancedhis precious coffee mug on his stack of paperwork and resisted the urge to kick the photocopier. It took a herculean effort and he growled expletives under his breath.Why does nothing in this place everwork?
Helen, the office manager, glanced up from her own teetering pile of files. “Bad day already? It’s barelyten.”
“Is two hours not enough for everything to go horribly wrong?” Dylan gave up on the copier and chanced the temperamental scanner instead. “I’ve got three new DRO cases to set up and no way of duplicating thepaperwork.”
“I’ve called someone out for the copier. Have you tried next door? They offered to helpyesterday.”
Dylan scowled. Setting foot in the nearby Council offices was like asking the child catcher for a ride, but with his next appointment due in ten minutes, he didn’t have muchchoice.
