Page 70 of Finley
THE SECOND BRANTLEY was inside,the beat of the music pounded throughout the club and thrummed through his body. It felt as though he’d been transported back in time.
He squinted against the darkness, trying to see through the people who were spread out on the dance floor and over toward the crowded bar. Jesus, why had Jordan picked this night to run off and be a pain in his ass?
Weaving his way through the gyrating bodies, he scanned the half-naked men and was rather pleased that the dancers were still on the podiums in their skimpy shorts.
He pushed past the initial crush of bodies with only a few gropes to his ass and one very—okay, there he is again—aggressive guy with pierced nipples, dressed in black leather pants. He tried to step around him, but each time he dodged, the guy shifted in front of him. Losing his patience as he continued to look for Jordan, he was about to tell the man to get the fuck out of his way when an arm came around his waist and a set of warm, familiar lips were against his ear.
“I leave you alone forlessthan ten minutes and here you are, getting in all kinds of trouble.”
His hand landed on top of Daniel’s, and just as Brantley was about to tell the big guy he was with him, he was turned around and his mouth was taken in a brain-destroying kiss.
There was no gentle coaxing of lips. Daniel’s hands were on his face, holding him exactly where he wanted him, and his tongue was sweeping the inside of Brantley’s mouth in the most erotic tongue-fuck he’d had since…Mhmm. Earlier this morning in the shower. Goddamn.
He ran his hands down the front of Daniel’s rock-solid chest, and when he got to his hips, he slid his fingers in the waist of his pants and stroked the warm skin there. Daniel walked forward, moving them back through the grinding bodies toward the dance floor, and suddenly, Brantley forgot about tracking down Jordan. He was old enough to look after himself. Plus—oh…fuck—Daniel’s hands had found his ass, and he pulled him in so he was all up against him.
Brantley raised his arms to wrap them around his neck, and Daniel gyrated his hips, grazing the long length of his arousal intimately against Brantley’s own. The air in the club was thick and warm, and as sweat trickled down Daniel’s temple to his jaw, Brantley drew his tongue along the stubble, licking it up.
God, he tastes amazing,he thought as Daniel’s eyes locked with his. But it was more than that which made Daniel impossible to ignore. It was everything about him. The hair, the clothes, the way he was moving against him.And lucky me, Brantley thought,my Finn has not forgotten how to move.The way Daniel’s body was keeping time to the rhythm made it seem as though the music was running through his veins. It had always been that way.
The beat was positively sinful as it throbbed and pulsed in a way that matched every nerve in Brantley’s oversensitized body. He wanted to be as close to Daniel as he could get, and if the way Daniel had now shoved his leg between his was any indication, it was clear he wanted the same thing.
They’d only danced like this once—that first night, right there on that very dance floor. Each time Brantley had gone back after that, it had merely been to play the voyeur on his own personal dancer. He’d watched Daniel bump and grind his way through Friday and Saturday nights knowing he would be coming home to join him in his bed.
It had been some of the best foreplay the two of them had dished out to each other. But tonight, there was no hands-off policy, and when Daniel’s teeth sank into his earlobe, Brantley didn’t try to hide the groan that escaped him.
“Fuck, Brantley. You’re so sexy.”
His eyes found Daniel’s, and the look there was enough to convince Brantley of the sincerity of his words. So were the hands running up his back to hold him flush against the man determined to test his patience, not to mention his self-control.
“I want to feel every inch of you against me,” Daniel said as he put his lips to his throat. He kissed Brantley there once and then added, “And inside me again.”
Thank. You. God,Brantley thought as he locked eyes with the bold ones watching his every move. He hadn’t wanted to presume anything when he and Daniel had finally gotten into bed together, and since Daniel had been quite forceful with what he wanted, Brantley had given him what he seemed to crave—the control. But he couldn’t deny that he’d been hoping for this. There was nothing he wanted more than to?—
“You still want that?”
He slid a hand up into Daniel’s hair and tugged at it, pulling him down so he could put his mouth to his ear. “So fucking much.”
“I do love making you curse,” Daniel replied.
But Brantley was done talking. He wanted that mouth on his. So he caught Daniel’s lips with his own, and kissed him just as he had the first time on that dance floor.
FUCKING HELL,DANIEL was close to taking Brantley’s arm and pulling him out of the club and to a cab, an Uber, or whatever fucking place he could find where he could get him naked—quick.
When he’d followed Derek and first stepped back into his old place of employment, the arousal and high he used to experience whenever he would get out on the dance floor at Boyz rushed through his body. And the fact that he was there with Brantley increased the sex factor two hundred percent.
Age had definitely magnified Brantley’s sex appeal, and when he’d seen some guy moving in on him, Daniel had been torn. They’d once loved playing the hot-as-fuck game of cat and mouse. It had heightened the actual moment when he would wind up at Brantley’s house. In Brantley’s bed. With his professor deep,deepinside him. And it was that thought that had had him moving in, claiming what was his, and now aching to experience that all over again.
Brantley’s hands slid to his ass, and as the song changed, he squeezed his cheeks and pulled back. “Come on. I need a drink, and I need to get myself under control.”
As they walked off the dance floor, Daniel stayed close. Once they’d reached the bar and Brantley wandered up to it, Daniel made sure to move in directly behind him, fitting his cock to that tight ass of his. When Brantley glanced over his shoulder, Daniel couldn’t help the wink he aimed at him.
“Don’t bend over in front of me if you don’t want that kind of reaction.”
“Who said I didn’t want it? I was just going to ask you if Derek ended up leaving. I didn’t get a chance to earlier when?—”
“I stole you from that leather-clad blond? Sorry. I had to step in. I know you have a thing for blonds.”
Brantley faced him and smirked. “I have a thing for one blond in particular.”