“Dealer’s choice.”
“Hmm,” I hummed, tapping my fingers on the steering wheel. “How about I take you home, eat you for dinner, then we can order snacks afterwards?”
James’s face flushed, even in the dim light of the parking lot. He bit his lip, and I watched his throat work as he swallowed.
“That’s... yeah. That works for me.”
I started the truck, my own pulse quickening at the thought of getting him home. The drive back felt longer than usual, anticipation building with every mile. I could feel James’s eyes on me periodically, could sense the tension coiling between us.
When we hit a red light, I reached over and put my hand on his thigh. His breath hitched, and I felt the muscle tense under my palm.
“You okay?” I asked, glancing at him.
“More than okay.” His hand covered mine, pulling it higher up his leg until my fingers brushed against the bulge growing there. “Just thinking about what you said.”
“Having second thoughts?”
“Not even close.” His voice had gone rough in that way that made heat pool in my gut. “Just trying to figure out if it’s possible to make traffic lights turn green through sheer force of will.”
I laughed, pulling my hand back as the light changed. “Patience.”
“Not really my strong suit when you say stuff like that.”
The rest of the drive was torture in the best way. Every glance, every shift in his seat, every time he adjusted himself in his jeans—it all added to the building pressure. By the time I pulled into the parking lot of our apartment building, I was fully hard and aching.
We made it through the lobby and into the elevator without incident, though I could feel the electricity crackling between us. The second the squeaky elevator doors closed, James was on me, his hands fisting in my shirt as he pulled me down into a kiss.
I kissed him back hard, walking him backward until his back hit the elevator wall. My hands found his hips, holding him in place as I pressed against him. He made a desperate sound into my mouth that went straight to my cock.
The elevator dinged, announcing our floor, and we broke apart. James’s lips were red and swollen, his eyes dark with want. I grabbed his hand and practically dragged him down the hallway to our door.
My hands were shaking as I fumbled with the keys. James pressed against my back, his lips finding my neck, and I nearly dropped the fucking things.
“You’re not helping,” I muttered, finally getting the door unlocked.
“Not trying to help.” His teeth grazed my earlobe. “Trying to drive you crazy.”
“Mission accomplished.”
We stumbled inside, and I barely had the presence of mind to lock the door behind us before I was turning, capturing his mouth again. This kiss was deeper, more desperate. I walked him backward until his butt hit the kitchen counter, our mouths never breaking contact.
“Fuck, Kent.” His hands were already working at my belt, fingers clumsy with urgency. “Get these off.”
I helped him with my jeans, shoving them down along with my boxers. Then I turned my attention to his, yanking at the button and zipper until I could get my hands on him. He was already hard, straining against his underwear, and when I wrapped my hand around him through the fabric, he arched up with a gasp.
“Off,” I demanded, tugging at his jeans. “All of it. Off.”
We scrambled to undress, all coordination lost to desperate need. Clothes ended up scattered across the living room floor, and then I was back on him, skin against skin, the heat of him making me dizzy.
I kissed down his neck, his chest, taking my time even though everything in me was screaming to rush. I wanted to taste every inch of him, wanted to map his body with my mouth until I knew exactly what made him fall apart.
When I reached his cock, I didn’t hesitate. I dropped to my knees right there and took him in my mouth, hollowing mycheeks and sucking hard. James’s hips jerked up, his hands flying to my hair.
“Jesus, Kent. Your mouth—” He cut himself off with a moan as I took him deeper.
I loved this. Loved the way he tasted, the sounds he made, the way his thighs trembled with delight. I’d never understood the appeal before, I’d had always seen it as something you did to get something in return. But with James, I wanted to do this. Wanted to make him feel good just for the sake of it.
I pulled off with a wet sound, looking up at him. His head was thrown back, his chest heaving, and the sight made my cock throb.
