Page 18 of Devil's Kiss
There was no immediate smile, but Finn did stop and wait for him, and Derek gave a sigh of relief, knowing that was his sign. Everything between them would be okay.
AS THE INCESSANTbeat of the techno dance music throbbed throughout the club and vibrated through his body, Jordan shut his eyes and let his head fall back on the shoulder of the man behind him.
Mhmm,he’d needed this tonight. Boy had he been wired when he got home today. Not only wired. But horny. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so fired up. Butman oh man, he thought—then laughed despite himself, because, yeah baby, sometimes two men were better than one. He’d tried that in the past, but really, all he wanted tonight was someone fun, frivolous, and very fucking capable of getting him off. And August was that man.
Jordan had his hands looped around the back of his friend’s neck as he gyrated his hips against the rigid cock aligning his ass, and he felt fantastic. Several minutes earlier he’d peeled his top off and shoved it into the pocket of his skintight jeans. As August ran his hands down his ribs to his waist and then, yesss, a little lower, Jordan let himself get lost in the delicious feel of being seduced.
He knew that’s exactly what August was doing, too. He’d known August since he was thirteen and on a family vacation in Lake Como, Italy.Yeah, if he and his family were rich, he wasn’t sure what that made August.But the termout of this worldsprang to mind.
From that first vacation when they’d met, the two of them had been inseparable every summer, and when they’d turned fifteen and experimented with a few kisses and fumbling hands, they’d quickly discovered that the both of them were extremely compatible when it came to getting naked and having some casual fun.
August’s large palm flattened over the zipper of his jeans, and Jordan quickly added his own to increase the pressure so he could grind a little harder against that hand. He heard August’s wicked chuckle in his ear but didn’t give a fuck. It’d been too long since he’d been with someone who knew all the right buttons to push, so he was going to enjoy this to its full potential.
When August’s mouth skimmed across the shell of his ear, Jordan twisted his fingers under the dark shoulder-length hair that curled against his friend’s neck and tugged his head down so he could take those laughing lips in a hot, sweaty kiss.
Perspiration ran down Jordan’s temple and his body felt fevered as the song switched and an anthem with lyrics aboutrespectblasted from the speakers. Jordan halted as the words filtered through his mind, and then shook his head, trying to shake them loose. He tried to lose himself in the rhythm and his partner, but as the lyrics continued on a loop in his head, a very different face was coming to mind. One with a brazen stare and an audacious tongue, and for a second, he lost his fucking footing.
When the heel of his boot came down on August’s toes, August cursed in his ear and tight fingers wrapped around one of his wrists. Jordan was spun around and yanked in close to his date, who lowered his head so he could speak directly in his ear. “Want to watch your feet, J? Or mine, for that matter?”
Jordan found August’s dark eyes and smiled apologetically. “Sorry, hon. I got distracted for a second there.”
“Yeah, I noticed. It’s all good. But now my foot’s throbbing as hard as my cock. Why don’t we take a breather? I could use a drink anyway.”
Jordan smiled and slipped his hand into August’s then led him off the dance floor. They ordered a couple of drinks and headed over to a more secluded spot where a booth was being vacated. Jordan slid in one side and patted the faux leather beside him, inviting August to sit close by. When his friend followed his suggestion and took a seat so their thighs touched, Jordan gave a flirty wink and brought his apple martini to his lips. He took a sip and let his eyes roam over August’s dark hair, stubbled jaw line, and the dark eyeliner he’d used to make his eyes and lashes stand out.
August was an extremely sexy man. A braided leather strap wrapped around his neck had a stone pendant at the base of his throat, and it invited one to look at the strong column of his neck and fantasize about kissing and licking it. He’d done that on many occasions, and had planned to enjoy the hell out of doing it tonight. But somewhere in the last ten minutes, his desire to let his freak flag fly had fizzled out and he was sitting there thinking about Derek Pearson.What the hell?
“Hey,” August said, and waved a hand in front of his face. When Jordan blinked and refocused on him, his friend frowned and lowered his glass to the table. “You okay?”
“Yeah, I’m just?—”
“Distracted. I know. You’re giving me a complex here, J.”
Jordan laughed at that. “Ohplease. As if you could ever have a complex. One crook of your little finger and you could have any guy in here.”
August gave a wolfish grin and dipped his head in acknowledgment of the truth, and then he leaned in close and took Jordan’s drink from him, setting it on the table. “But I’m not here for justanyguy. You already know that.”
When August traced a finger along his lower lip, Jordan reached out to take a hold of his wrist. This was exactly what he’d wanted tonight. A hot night with an even hotter bed partner, but instead of sucking on that finger and biting down on it, Jordan pulled it away.
Sidetracked by the image of teaching a certain student of his a lesson on respect from down on his knees, Jordan sighed dramatically and let his head fall back with his eyes closed as he cursed his flagging libido.Fuck.
“All right. What the hell is going on with you? You’re a hot mess. Or not so hot, I should say.”
Letting out a breath of air, Jordan brought his head back up to face his friend and rolled his eyes. “Thanks a lot.”
August gripped his chin and moved in to press a brisk kiss to his lips. “You know what I mean. You look phenomenal as always, but your mind…it isn’t in my pants, where I was hoping it would be. So where the fuck is it?”
Ugh,August was right. There Jordan was on a Friday night with the surest thing to an epic orgasm sitting next to him, and he was busy thinking about Derek goddamn Pearson.
“J?” August said again, pulling him from his thoughts.
“Yeah.” Jordan sighed.
“What’s wrong?”
He reached for the martini August had taken away from him and decided if he was going to actually admit he was sitting there thinking about a student to this playboy, he should do it while sucking back some alcohol. When he finished, he saw one of August’s dark eyebrows arch and quickly said, “I was just thinking about one of my students.”
When a salacious grin split August’s lips, Jordan brought a finger up and wagged it at him. “Oh no, it’s not like that.” Even though it kinda was.