Shit.
Dylan’s gaze cruised over this utterly gorgeous man’s face until it reached his lips. So plump, soft, and delectable.
Why am I rejecting this again?
“Do it,” Jared mouthed.
Fuck it.
Dylan couldn’t and wouldn’t hold back any longer. Jared was taunting, blatantly pushing him to the edge, and all he’d wanted to do for weeks was jump into that abyss.
Closing the gap between them, Dylan gripped Jared’s t-shirt and pulled him against him. Without missing a beat, their lips met in a fiery kiss, tongues chasing each other in a dangerous tango.
This was wrong. And not only because Jared was in a vulnerable mental state. Or because they were complete opposites. Or because Jared was way younger. But because they were also coworkers. At the office.
Dylan always kept work and his personal life separate. He didn’t mind hanging out with the people he saw at the office every day, or in this case, sharing his apartment so Jared didn’t end up living under a bridge, but crossing this line was different.
However, judging by the way his body was reacting, he had reached a point of no return. The artificial strawberry taste on Jared’s tongue, his scent, the warmth of his skin as Dylan’s fingers slipped under his tee... he was already addicted to this man.
His hands roamed Jared’s back, tracing the lines of his muscles as he bucked his hips against him. Shamelessly, they grinded, panting as their mouths devoured each other. Lips burning. Hearts racing.
Fisting Jared’s hair, Dylan broke the kiss. With their foreheads touching as they shared the same cloud of oxygen, he rasped, “I can’t wait to fuck you.”
“Then don’t.”
Jared grabbed Dylan’s wrist and pulled him inside the last stall. Once the lock was on, he backed him against the wall and captured his lips again.
Deeper this time, the kiss was nothing but a physical expression of how starved they were. Desperate. Unfiltered. Vicious. Teeth crashed and tongues entwined. Jared’s fingers dug into the skin of Dylan’s neck as he claimed his mouth. Their bodies melted together through their clothes as they touched, every caress igniting sparks that threatened to burn them to the ground.
Lost in this newfound urgency, Dylan barely registered how quickly Jared unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans. The images passed before his eyes in a flash, leaving him mind-boggled when his friend knelt and took his dick in his mouth.
“Oh, fuck!” Dylan breathed out.
The back of his head knocked against the tiles as his hand weaved through Jared’s hair. There was no beating aroundthe bush. He just went for it, sucking him off like a fiend, fist corkscrewing, matching the rhythm of his mouth.
While Dylan recovered some control of his body, his blurry gaze moved down, pulsing and snaking over the grey panel in front of him until it finally focused on the blond locks tangled in his fingers. That sight, oh fuck, that sight.
He pushed Jared’s head towards him, and his dick twitched.
As if that had been a call to action, the man on his knees looked up. Flames lashed Dylan’s insides, scorching his skin on their way out as they stared at each other.
Jared took him deeper, gagging on his cock but not even pretending to ease the pressure. A devious plea was burning in those beautiful brown eyes brimming with tears. Saliva formed on the corners of his lips and dripped down his chin. The vision was so self-consuming it sent Dylan over the edge.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” He thrust his hips, tightening the grip on Jared’s hair. Electricity shot in every direction, so strong he wished there was something other than the thin door to hold on to when his legs started to shake. “If you keep it up, I’m gonna come in your mouth.”
Jared couldn’t speak, but his eyes fluttered closed and one of his hands squeezed Dylan’s balls.
He groaned, aware that he was being too loud. That anyone could enter the bathroom now and find themselves listening to an unwanted porno podcast. But he was too far gone to care, too abandoned to the rapture to behave like a civil human and not a stray.
“Is that what you want, huh? To have my cum sliding down your throat?” Dylan pulled out of Jared’s mouth for a moment and forced his head up to look at him again.
“Yes,” he panted.
“You really are a horny slut, baby boy.”
Jared responded with a whimper as he suctioned hard on the tip of Dylan’scock.
Changing the tempo as if they were competing to see who gave in first, they began to move faster. Jared sucked him like he was trying to rip his soul out, and Dylan held his head in place while drilling deep into the back of his throat, hoping to see him choke.
