I slid my right hand around his waist, thumb brushing over the bare skin between his shirt and shorts. “Yeah? Seems like you were doing some looking, too.”
“Oh, I was.” There was a smile in his voice. His lips brushed the shell of my ear. “Want to buy me a drink?”
“If you want one,” I rasped, cock fully hard now. My hand slipped down to caress his ass. “I’ll give you anything you want tonight.”
He pulled back, eyes bright with humor. “Let’s start with a dance.”
I didn’t want to dance. I wanted to devour him. But I let him pull me onto the dance floor. He wrapped his arms around my neck, stepped in close, and I tugged him against my body.
He rolled his hips, guiding us into a sinuous dance that made me ache to get him naked.
“You’ve got a lot of tattoos.” He brushed a fingertip over my neck. “Is that just for looks, or are you a bad boy?”
“What if I am?”
“Not really my type.”
I raised an eyebrow and tugged his hips, his hard-on digging into my thigh. “Feels like it is.”
He laughed. “Oh, I’m hot for you, babe. For one night, anyway.”
“One night is all I need,” I said, lowering my head to take his mouth in a searing kiss.
He tasted sweet, like he’d been drinking some fruity cocktail. I sucked the flavor from his tongue, and he moaned and clutched at my bare arms.
I grabbed one thigh and hiked it up, bringing our cocks together, and he tore his mouth away with a gasp. “Back room?”
“Hell yes.”
I kept his hand in mine, pushing through the dancers, until we reached the hallway leading past the bathrooms. There was a dark alcove with grunts and groans drifting out of it, a symphony of sex that only fired my blood more. Iwanted to make this beautiful man pant and moan louder than all of them.
I pushed him into a shadowy corner and slid my hands under the tank top that clung to his torso. I’d been dying to get my hands on the tight little nipples I’d seen through the mesh.
I found a hard peak and pinched it. He groaned, which was echoed by a deep voice beside us. We both cut our gazes over to see a big burly guy swallowing another muscle jock’s dick with eager slurps.
“Fuck me,” my pretty partner whispered. “That’s hot.”
“Sure is.” I dropped to my knees, making him suck in a sharp breath, and tugged down his tight-as-fuck shorts. “Gonna make you moan louder than him.”
He laughed. “It’s not a competition.”
I lashed his cockhead with my tongue, tasting salty skin and a hint of soap. His cock was slim, curved slightly to the left. I couldn’t see much but the shape in the darkness, but I was sure it was the rosiest pink to match his complexion.
“Oh, god.” He fumbled in a tight pocket and came out with a foil square. “I’m on PrEP, but you can’t be too careful.”
“You strike me as a good boy. I’ll take my chances.”
His gaze burned into me, conflicted. “I’ve been tested. I’m safe. But I won’t do the same for you, so?—”
I took him into my mouth, savoring the velvety texture of his skin, the hardness inside it weighing on my tongue, and the breath that stuttered out of him as he clenched his fingers in my hair.
“F-f-fuck,” he cried.
I didn’t need him to take any risks for me. I’d always loved sucking dick, and I was happy to come with his dick in my mouth and his whimpers in my ears.
I dragged his shorts the rest of the way off, then lifted him up against the wall and draped his legs over myshoulders.
“Wh-what?” he panted, unsure, until I dipped down to suck his ballsac into my mouth. I rolled his balls around my tongue, savoring his moans.
