That’s what I’m talking about.
Our kiss is messy and awkward as we fumble with clothes, but once my hand is in his briefs, wrapped around his hot cock, I’m good. He shoves his hand into my jeans and grabs my dick, moaning into the kiss as we stroke each other off in a cold, dark parking lot.
It’s hot and heavy, but also fast, both of us chasing pleasure as quickly as possible. His mouth is warm and tastes a bit like beer, but with a sweet undertone. His fingers tangle in my hair as he pumps his hips, fucking my fist. His cock swells, hot and sticky with precum, and my mouth waters. I’m almost tempted to get on my knees and suck him off, but his hand feels too good.
“Fuck,” he mumbles, his body tensing. “Gonna come. Fuck.”
“Yesss,” I whisper before biting his bottom lip.
He yelps, but his hold in my hair tightens as his body tenses. My hand is flooded with hot, sticky cum, and that’s all it takes to drag me over the edge too. My orgasm hits hard, and I hiss against his mouth as I spill into his hand. He sags against me, held up by my body, and I press my forehead to his shoulder.
We’re quiet for a few seconds, and then I back away. He opens his car door and grabs some napkins from the console, handing me a few.
“Thanks.” I wipe my hand and then tuck myself into my jeans. “And thanks for that. It was fun.” I lean in and press a quick kiss to his lips before he can say anything else. “Not a word. I promise.”
Then I walk away, heading back to the bar. I didn’t find my target tonight, but I got off with a hot guy, so all in all, I’d say the night was a win.
I find Specter inside, nursing a beer and glancing around the bar. Beside him are two women standing close enough that oneof them brushes against him. Grinning, I hang back and watch for a moment. Specter is not only oblivious to all the attention his looks draw in, but there’s not another person in the world who could get him to look twice now that he’s got Colson.
He proves that when he doesn’t so much as glance at the woman who’s trying to casually, “accidentally” bump into him again. Guess I’ll save her the effort and intervene.
“Hey, man.”
Specter nods, setting his glass on the bar top. “All done?”
“All done. Ready to roll?”
“Excuse me,” the woman says, her eyes darting between me and Specter. Her friend is also looking at us now.
“Yeah?”
She smiles—obviously one of her finest attributes—and tucks a strand of silky, medium brown hair behind her ear. “Have you guys ever thought of modeling?”
Specter practically chokes on his spit while I jerk my head back. “Come again?”
The woman digs inside her tiny purse and produces a business card. “Modeling. I do photography and I’m always looking for new faces. You both have… quite a face.”
“Uh, we’re not models,” Specter says, even as his slightly raised eyebrows indicate his amusement. “But thanks.”
“Take the card anyway. In case you change your mind.”
Specter takes it, glancing down at it.
“Thanks, ladies,” I say, pulling Specter away.
He chuckles, sliding the card into his pocket. “Models.”
We both laugh as we head back to my car.
“We could do a calendar. Murder Buddies.” I gesture like a marquis sign.
Specter laughs even harder. “I told Colson as soon as one of you heard his nickname for us we’d run with it.”
“Because you know us,bror.” I clap his shoulder before crossing around the car to the driver’s side. “Thanks for enduring this with me.”
“It wasn’t bad. Hockey is a little exciting.”
“It is. I heard there are often fights, but it seemed pretty tame to me.”
