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Two beers turned into six. Wrex was very persuasive, especially after my third. Somehow, I’d been able to curb my lust toward him and we’d ended up getting along super well.

Between the laughs, I’d learned that he had two sisters in addition to having Wrage as a brother.

That petrylle were very focused around family.

I’d even learned that Wrex had dated both human and Orb men in the past, giving me the information I needed in order to inflate my attraction toward him.

Luckily, it’d been such a passing comment that I hadn’t had time to mull it over before Wrex had moved on to something else, thankfully.

As much as I was harboring sexual tension for him, I didn’t want him to think that just because I’d learned that he indeed did date men that that meant this had to be a real date. We’d met to discuss the petrylle kidnappings and that’s all there was to it.

Or that was all there was supposed to be to it.

Both of us had been fairly drunk by the time we’d left Batty’s Bar, the sun having set and the night had crept up on us without much acknowledgment. We should have separated there, but Wrex had mentioned having one last drink at my place, and something in me just wouldn’t say no.

Which was how I’d found myself fumbling with my keys to let Wrex and I into my condo.

I felt his hand on my shoulder as I searched for the correct key, warmth spreading from my shoulder and going straight to my dick.

Thoughts of Wrex in precarious positions were starting to return and I had the feeling that this was all a really bad idea.

Looking away from my keys, I looked up at Wrex.

His blue eyes. His toned body and grey skin.

Even his buzzed black hair was so fucking hot, and I needed to face the facts that I was so into him that it was borderline comical.

Instead of prolonging this evening, I decided I needed to at least be up front with him so I could save us both the embarrassment.

“Wrex,” I huffed. “I don’t think coming inside for one last drink is such a good idea anymore.”

“Why?”

The slight pain in his tone was enough to have me cave and let him into my condo, but I stayed strong.

“Because that’ll only increase the thoughts I’m having and that’s not going to do either of us any good.”

Puzzled, Wrex removed his hand from my shoulder, my body already missing his now absent touch. How my body was responding to him only solidified that I was doing the right thing at the moment.

“What thoughts, Wallace?”

“Thoughts of you on your knees in front of me.” I sighed boldly, turning away from him. “I’m…into you. And I know that it’s not exactly a forbidden thing here in D.C. but you’re a relative of an ORBIT board member. I can’t do anything to jeopardize that.”

“And what if I want to be on my knees in front of you?”

This conversation was sobering, but not enough that I didn’t question what I’d just heard.

Facing him, I was completely taken aback when Wrex pulled me into a kiss, his lips crashing against me in a seductive display of what exactly his intentions were.

His hands roamed over my back and hips, needing to gnaw at my body with his fingertips.

My own hands slid over his skin, my palms reveling in the smooth yet hard rock appeal that his skin had.

More than the smoothness, I was surprised by how warm his skin was, definitely warmer than a human’s.

I could taste the beer on his tongue as his mouth opened, equally given me access to him as much as I was giving him in return, and the lingering IPA made me break the kiss with a strike of clarity.

“Wait,” My breathing hitched, exacerbated by the hot and heavy make out we’d just implemented. “Are you sure you want to do this? Like this? We’ve both been drinking.”

“We’re not blackout, Wallace.” Wrex smirked. “I’m up for it if you are.” He grabbed my hand and put it on the bulge daring to rip the seams of his cutoffs. I gasped inwardly at how hard and hot he was, writhing underneath my fingertips. “I’m more than up for it, actually.”

My entire body felt like fire ants were implanted under my skin, tearing and gnawing at my flesh to break through my pores.

I’d been lusting after Wrex for, okay, maybe not that long, but long enough to where I never thought anything would actually happen.

The prospect of getting to have my way with him was intoxicating, and I wanted to dive in before the invitation was revoked.

I made haste in opening the door to my condo, shoving in the key and turning it until it obeyed.

Flinging open the door, I grabbed Wrex by the hips and pulled him into me, our lips melding together again in a cacophony of desire.

His arms snaked a path along my back until he wrapped them around my neck, one of his palms playfully running through the hair on the nape of my neck.

I pulled us further into my apartment, our movements combining together as I slammed the door shut and we meandered through the living space of my condo.

Wrex broke our kiss, taking a look around. “Your place looks great.”

“Thanks.” I smiled with a wide grin, my hands practically glued to his hips. I pushed mine forward so that I could get a greedy touch of our dicks pressed together. Wrex hissed with a laugh and then tangled his hand back into my hair.

“Eager to show me your bedroom?”

“Absolutely.”

Through tangled kisses and awkward sidesteps that followed idle laughter, we made it into my living room, pausing once our legs were parallel with the sectional couch that sat behind a marble-topped coffee table that I’d gotten on sale and the massive flat screen television that hung on the opposing wall.

I was never more satisfied with myself that I’d gotten a king-sized bed than I was with the thought of Wrex being this close to my bedroom.

He was a bigger guy, very broad and hefty because of his natural petrylle genetics.

As we stood next to the couch, I roamed a hand over his bare stomach that was showing.

“You just had to wear a crop top, didn’t you?”

“It’s all the crop top’s fault, huh?” Wrex snickered.

“Partly,” I admitted. “But mainly yours for being so fucking hot.”

Wrex threw his head back quickly before grinning back at me. “Well, I should tell you, I have a weakness for redheads, so I was doomed from the start.”

“Lucky me, then.”

Snapping my hands back to his hips, my mouth found his again as we deepened our kiss.

Our tongues were sliding together once more when Wrex ended the kiss, pushing me back lightly until my legs pressed hard around the couch, the pressure making me fall down on the couch with a light chuckle.

My breathing hitched to skyscraper heights when Wrex fell to his knees, settling between my legs and pulling them wider so that he could properly fit between them.

Haphazard breaths fell out of me as I stared into those blue eyes, full of simmering summers and my current melting pot.

“You said something about me being on my knees for you,” Wrex smirked that half-smile again, my cock hardening at the beautiful sight. “I’d like to oblige that particular fantasy and make it reality.”

“Fucking hell,” I managed to say.

As fucking hot as this was, and I mean like liquid magma was pooling through the veins in my legs as he lightly rubbed his palms against the fabric of my pants, I felt compelled to tell him the expectations of this.

I’d just solidified to myself that I was in no way, shape, or form looking for anything other than tangible fun, despite my brief detour with the bartender.

My divorce still lingered in the corners of my mind, in the caged ribs surrounding my still healing heart, and I didn’t want Wrex to be a victim of that mess.

“Wrex,” I said, clearing my throat and reaching out to lay my hands on his where they resided on my thighs.

His eyes kept flashing to the tent in my pants, and I knew I needed to rip this audible band-aid off in order to get to the good part we were both eager to attend.

“Wrex, I just want to be clear about something before we go any further.”

Curiosity danced behind his eyes, and he rocked back on his heels to stare up at me. “Okay.” He didn’t sound angry or upset, just interested to hear what I had to say.

Needing to rid myself of the truth, I blurted it out. “I’m not looking for anything other than…well, this. I’m just coming out of a messy divorce and I don’t want you to think that this could turn into…more right now.”

My words swirled between us invisibly, and I was trying to read the smile that was hovering on Wrex’s mouth like hanging fruit being pushed by the breeze, unbothered and carefree.

“You’re only looking for a hookup,” Wrex nodded. “Not a relationship.”

It wasn’t a question, but I nodded to his statement nonetheless. “I hope that’s okay.”

“Oh, it’s more than okay, pretty boy.” Wrex snickered, leaning forward to palm my bulge, my hips moving on their own, desperate for his touch to continue. What he’d called me only made my pants tighter. “I’m not interested in a relationship either, least of all with my brother’s boss.”

I stared down at him in amazement. This hot as fuck Orb was looking for the same thing I was, undeterred from the fact that all I wanted was fun and fucking. Moreover, he was willing to participate in exactly what I was interested in.

How the hell had I’d gotten so lucky?

When I snaked my hands around his back, I touched one of the slits where I figured his wings came out of, and his entire body went into some sort of recoil.

I could tell that he was about to abort the entire notion of where we’d been heading, so I steadied both hands on his hips and stared into his gorgeous eyes that I wanted to get lost in.

I forced him to sit in my lap and he followed without resistance.

“Hey, it’s okay.” I assured him with a smile. “I know about your wings.”

He seemed unsure. “You do?”

“Of course I do,” I tightened my grip on his hips, not wanting him to leave the lust still bulging in my lap. “Wrage told me about them during the interview process.”

Wrex sighed, suddenly wiping a hand down his face. “And it doesn’t freak you out?”

“Not at all. I know what you are, Wrex.” Lightly lifting my hips, my straining dick hit his ass, pulsing against the fabric that was keeping them apart. “I think everything about you is sexy as hell, I promise.”

Chuckling a bit to himself, I watched the panic drain from his face, a tilted embarrassment replacing it in tandem. “And now I’ve gone and ruined the moment.”

“You haven’t ruined anything. Can’t you feel how fucking hard I am?”

Snickering, Wrex pressed his palm between us and lovingly gave my dick a squeeze through my underwear. “Well, I suppose it’d be only considerate of me to help you with this.”

“If you’re sure.” I said with a lopsided smile, still having a hard time controlling the beat of my breathing with his inferno touch on my throbbing cock.

“I’ll show you how sure I am.”

With that, Wrex attacked the zipper of my pants, pulling it down in one swift motion as he toyed with the button for a quick second before prying it apart.

I lifted my ass off the couch just as Wrex was pulling my pants down, averting his gaze from my half-nakedness until he’d removed my shoes quicker than I ever could have, slipping my pants and underwear down together until they were bundled in his hands.

He tossed them toward the kitchen before returning to his seat on the floor, resting on his heels.

My bare cock bobbed in the air, the sight of him back between my legs causing a bead of pre-cum to slither from the tip, sliding down my shaft.

Ever the eager Orb, Wrex swiped his finger at the pre-cum, taking it to his lips and tasting me.

I let out a restrained whimper watching him, my dick throbbing in the air, beckoning to be touched by the temperate warmth I knew his hand would have now that we’d be skin to skin.

Wrex took a hold of my dick, his firm grasp eliciting a moan from me, practically prying from my throat as he smiled up at me. “Such a beautiful cock. ”

As his other hand wrote invisible lines through my red pubic hair, he pressed my tip to his mouth before enveloping the head into the inviting heat.

I hissed, a hand flying into the buzzed prairie of his black hair, wishing his locks were long enough to tug on as I felt the swirl of his tongue teasing my piss slit.

“Fuck!” I cried in pleasure.

Without warning, Wrex took more of my dick down his throat, until only the base where his hand held me firmly was visible.

Choking on my own inhale, I soothed a hand down his chiseled jaw, using every ounce of willpower I had not to buck into his mouth.

His eyes found mine again, the need to unload down his throat rising within the core of my being.

This was fucking incredible. I’d never experienced sex with an Orb before, but if this was a taste of what I’d been missing, then I was a full-blown fool.

I silently murmured a perky thank you to whatever deity that had set Wrex on my path.

First the bartender and now the brother of my Orb co-worker.

I was doing much better than I would have thought after scribbling my name across the divorce papers.

Ushering the mentions of my divorce from my mind, I refocused on Wrex’s head bobbing up and down on my dick.

He’d let go of my cock, using his hand to now fondle my balls with adoration as he shifted them in his palm.

The slick sounds of our sex filled the room, invigorating the yearning inside me to paint his insides with my release.

As he slurped and sucked my soul out through my dick, I watched in amazement as he let my balls go so he could reach back behind himself.

It wasn’t until I was feeling the hum of his moans around my cock that I realized he was plunging his fingers in his ass, lust welling and burning a sizable hole in my stomach, thinking about whether or not Wrex was doing this because he just needed to feel my cock in his ass.

If that was the directive, he needed to do so soon, already feeling the tightening of my balls with an impending finish .

Wrex lifted off me in one swift motion, as if he could sense just how close he was making me. He playfully grabbed my dick and unfurled his tongue from his mouth, slapping the head on his tongue a few times, ending with a smirk. “I want this cock inside me, Wallace.”