I wrap my arms around Kieran, who’s sitting at thenext machine, barely playing. I kiss his cheek, thinking about how I still owe him that flip fuck I promised on the plane.
We ended up getting a little too eager on the dance floor last night, and we didn’t even make it home. I dragged Kieran to the bathroom and took advantage of how big my hands are, jerking us both off in one hand until we came all over each other’s dicks in the stall. Not exactly romantic, and I’m really glad that happened before we ran into Patrick and Joey, but tonight, I’ll make up for it.
I lean into Kieran’s ear, biting his lobe discreetly. “You thinking what I’m thinking?”
“Mmm, it’s like you read my mind. We can sneak out of here soon.”
“I won again!” Blake shouts, interrupting us. I glance at the screen and it says three dollars.
“Way to go, baby,” Liam says, leaning in to kiss Blake on the cheek.
“So, you want to wander a little bit?” Kieran asks loud enough for our friends to hear.
“Yep.” He doesn’t need to ask me twice. “Lead the way.”
“We’re going to go… around,” Kieran explains not-so-smoothly to our friends.
“Yeah, you two horn dogs have fun!” Blake shouts, waving behind his head without even looking at us. “I’ll be bent over for Liam as soon as my winnings stop!”
“Jesus, Blake,” Liam says through a choked sound, and we laugh as we walk away. Kieran laces his fingersthrough mine, and I give his hand a squeeze, loving the connection and knowing he’s at my side. I’d do absolutely anything for him, but ditching our gambling friends to go fuck isn’t exactly a hardship.
“The penthouse is probably empty, right?” he asks.
“Yeah, everyone’s in the casino,” I agree, pulling him toward the lobby where our elevator is. I’m so glad we agreed to start at the casino in our hotel. I swipe my keycard and wait for the elevator doors to open. The second we’re inside, I push Kieran against the metal wall and claim his mouth with mine. He’s just as eager, fighting for control of the kiss.
“You really want this flip fuck, huh?” I mutter against his mouth.
Kieran lets out a soft laugh. “You have no idea. I can’t wait for you to be inside of me.”
“Oh, I think I know.” I cup his hardening cock in my hand through his pants.
“You were the one who practically dragged me to the bathroom last night,” he reminds me.
“I can’t help it. You’re just too hard to resist. I lost out on too many years without you. I need you every minute of every day now.”
Kieran smiles and nods for us to get off the elevator. I unlock the penthouse door, and as soon as the door clicks shut behind us, he grabs my shirt, firmly tugging me toward him.
“What do you want tonight?” I ask as I wrap my arms around him, grabbing his ass to pull him even closer.
“I want to be your cockslut.” He smirks.
“You want me to taunt you, baby?” I grip his jaw, forcing his head back slightly so I can look him in the eye.
He nods in my grip and licks his pouty lips. “Bachelor-party-level sex, remember?”
“Mmmm. You think I was desperate last night?” I say in a gravelly tone. “Look at you. So fucking needy for my cock, you can barely stand it. You were practically begging for it in the elevator, weren’t you, K?”
“Yes,” he breathes, the word barely a whisper. “I need you.”
“Damn right you do,” I growl, crashing my lips against his again, enjoying his mouth as I grind my body into his. I bite his lower lip hard enough to make him gasp, then soothe it with my tongue. “You’re my pretty little cockslut. I love being the only one who gets to see you like this. The only one who you completely fall apart for.”
I spin him around, shove him chest-first against the nearest wall, kick his legs apart with my knee, press my body against his back, and he lets out a moan as I rub my hard cock against his ass. “A little bit of dirty talk and you’re ready to bend over for me anywhere. What if I just took you right here? Fucked you against this wall until you were screaming my name and the whole hotel could hear how much of a slut you are for me?”
“Please,” he begs, pushing his ass back against me. “Please, yes.”
“God, this fucking shirt,” I say, running my hands down the rough material. He’s worn a see-through shirttwo nights in a row, and he knows what that does to me. I want to rip it off his body, but I love it too much to destroy it. “Hands up.”
He moves his hands off the wall and lifts his arms in the air as I strip him out of the material. Then my fingers find the buttons of his pants and I unbutton them, slide down the zipper, and yank them down his thighs.
