He wanted to get home already.
After having fought the urge to leave early and fuck each other’s brains out the entire afternoon, their shift had finally ended. Both Jared and Dylan left the office like nothing had happened a few hours prior, chit-chatting with Cora and Penny on their way out.
Jared hadn’t been able to stop looking at Dylan as if it was the first time, the memories of their moans echoing in the bathroom causing mayhem in his pants. But he’d almost lost it when Dylan flashed him a wicked grin before putting on his helmet, his tight muscular body wrapped in motorcycle jacket.
Fuck. He looked hot in that shit.
Finally, after what felt like forever, Jared drove into the car park and pulled over beside Dylan’s bike, and took a moment to compose himself. His palms were sweaty and his heart was beating wildly.
Fucking fuck.
Most of the time, when people were about to bang someone new, they didn’t care about anything. Especially if it was just a one-night thing or a temporary hookup. All anyone cared about in those situations was getting their fix. It wasn’t as if Jared wanted anything more than a physical interaction, and this wouldn’t be his first time doing a man, but holy hell, he was nervous.
The nonsense continued back and forth in his head for a few more minutes, but when the images of that morning in the bathroom became stronger, Jared’s dick got the memo his brain refused to understand.
The weeks of dancing around each other, the stolen glances, and the not-so-accidental caresses were nearing their end.
Like Dexter would say,tonight’s the night. Because he was going to pierce, penetrate, and slay Dylan until they were both so exhausted they couldn’t blink.
Usually with a dude like him—bulky and big enough to treat him like a ragdoll—he’d start out getting dicked himself, but Dylan seemed to be craving the opposite. And he was more than willing to give him whatever the fuck he wanted.
Checking himself in the rearview mirror, Jared ran his fingers through his already messy hair and took a deep breath.You’ve got this.
As he walked around the block and into the building, his heart raced. Would he already be there? Was Dylan as nervous as he was? Did he want this as badly as Jared did?
The clinking of his keys as he turned them in the bolt morphed with his shallow breaths, reverberating in the hallway and his chest.
Once inside, all the hesitation and self-doubt disappeared. Dylan was waiting for him… in all his naked glory.
“It’s about time,” he quipped, a dangerous aura flowing out of him.
Everything about this man, from the way his blue eyes sparkled with dirty promises to his movements and the way his massive cock bounced with each step he took, was spectacular, devastatingly so.
“Sorry, darling,” Jared teased back, feeling his signature sarcasm emerge among all the fears. “The traffic was hell.”
“Maybe next time you should ride with me.”
Jared rolled his eyes. Dylan had insisted several times on riding his motorcycle to work, but Jared had no interest in that two-wheeled hazard. However, the one in front of him right now was a different thing.
Letting his bag fall to the floor with a resounding thud, Jared tossed his coat on the sofa and closed the distance between them, crashing their mouths together. Incipient stubble scraped his lips. Soft and rough all at once, just like Dylan.
His hands reached for his friend’s neck, clawing at him before exploring his body. He’d been hanging by a thread sincethe morning, hardening and softening in painful interludes for hours. But the wait was finally over.
With his clothes being ripped and dropped on the floor, Jared backed Dylan against the kitchen counter. His fingers dug into his hips possessively. They hadn’t talked about it, doubted they would. Still, he knew where they stood, what they were, and what to expect from this. But whenever they got entangled in the sheets, this man would be only his.
“Fuck…” Jared breathed out between kisses. “It’s been so fucking long. Can’t wait to be buried in you—” He quirked a brow, and his cock quite literally jabbed the front of his jeans.
Mindlessly, his palms had continued their journey over the slopes and valleys of Dylan’s incredibly sexy V and ass. He was sure they both wanted this, judging by the way things had developed that morning. What he didn’t expect was to find him so ready... wet and throbbing, wearing a fucking butt plug.
“You want it so bad you couldn’t wait for me to open your tight hole, huh?”
“We can play that game another day.” Dylan forcefully gripped Jared’s jaw, pulling his lips just an inch away from his. “Now fuck me.”
Jared shoved him backwards, blackness easing at the corners of his vision. He loved it when brawny alphas thought they could overpower him because they looked stronger. Older men also saw him as a harmless, pretty thing they could lecture. What none of them ever considered was that under the mask of calmness he wore, there was a vicious creature yearning to be unleashed.
Before Dylan could add another word or make use of any other caveman tendencies, Jared forced him to turn around.
“That’s exactly what I’m gonna do.” He bit his earlobe while slowly sliding out the plug. “So fucking hard you’re gonna beg me to stop.”
