Page 46 of Try Me
“I’ve noticed you enjoy letting me,” he countered, licking his lower lip. I didn’t think I’d ever truly appreciated the overt suggestiveness in the action before him. “Can’t deny I get a certain satisfaction from it, though.”
“Errol not doing it for you tonight?”
“You were watching like a fucking hawk, you tell me.” He skimmed the tip of his nose alongside mine, lips touching down on the corner of my mouth briefly, tauntingly as he continued. “I was half convinced I’d find Barrett going down on you on the dance floor. I think he’s got a little crush, too.”
“Barrett asked me if my dick was molded plastic. I’m pretty sure his interest in me is only scientific.”
Chet’s soft laughter spilled over my lips. I wished I could sip it down. “Did you tell him to sit on it and find out?”
“No. Close. That would’ve been the better response,” I said, sliding a hand under his shirt tentatively. His skin was slick with sweat, and his heart hammered violently against my palm when I flattened it against his sternum.
Silence stretched, and then Chet exhaled loudly through his nose. The restless exasperation in it made my dick twitch.
“Fuck,” he muttered and pressed closer, nose bumping my jaw as he crowded me against the wall, his hips pinning me in place. Not that I had any desire to move. I was exactly where I wanted to be.
When I shot a glance sideways, he chuckled again, breath hot on my cheek, undoubtedly onto what I was doing. But no one was paying us any attention.
As I turned back, my lips brushed against his. The kiss was soft and teasing, seemed incidental at first, and then the initial warmth became a crushing heat that spread through me from that point of contact. I felt it all the way to my toes, and when he ran his tongue over my lower lip, I flicked out my own to answer in kind.
“You want to fuck around again, huh? Is that it? Gonna cream your pants for me again? Or maybe you could hold out for my hand this time, hmm?” God, the velvety taunt was as maddening as it was arousing.
I groaned out a curse, Chet’s hard dick rubbing against my thigh. I wanted to touch it unclothed, the way I had in my bedroom, wanted to make him moan like he had that night. “Can we go somewhere else?” I didn’t care. Anywhere darker. The alleyway out back, a bathroom, a fucking closet.
Chet’s answer was to take a backward step and tug me by the wrist, spinning us both around and steering us to the left.
Just before the hallway that led to the restrooms was a lounge area where absolutely no civilized conversation was taking place, judging by the tangle of limbs I glimpsed in fragments of shifting light.
Chet bumped into my back as I stopped and stared through the murky fractals of blue-green emanating from a sluggishly twirling disco ball. But even in the dim light, it wasn’t difficult to tell what was going on. I already had a semi just from kissing Chet, but the provocative angles of elbows and knees, the up-and-down movements in my periphery, and the sounds filtering through the air got me the rest of the way there. There weren’t any speakers in here, so the house music was little more than an undercurrent throb mingling with moans and soft voices.
“This is as private as it gets here. Stare too long and you’ll get yelled at.”
I nodded, still gaping with arousal and awe, then grabbed Chet’s hand and tugged him just inside to an open patch of wall next to a sconce that emitted an ember-like glow.
Chet rested against the wall with a cocky half-smile, hands moving down my waist to pull me closer, then dropping away before he laced his fingers behind his skull, waiting.
It was an invitation. Or a dare. Both. The spike of heat in his eyes confirmed the challenge. I should’ve taken a goddamn shot earlier. I was suddenly nervous, felt like I was onstage. Hell if I was gonna back down now, though. I thought of Errol on the dance floor with his man bun and sexy dimple. Fuck that guy. Chet’s eyes fluttered closed as I rubbed my fingers over his fly, then unzipped him.
His hips jutted forward the tiniest bit as I pulled him out, like maybe he didn’t want to give in but couldn’t help himself. His dick was granite hard and twitched eagerly in my grip. Bigger than I remembered, the thick dorsal vein running along the underside of his shaft pulsed as I squeezed. I wanted to feel it do the same against my tongue.
Before I could lose my nerve, I pushed Chet’s legs wider and dropped to my knees in front of him.
“Jesus fucking Christ.”The exclamation cut through the air, and I could feel the couple nearby staring at us as Chet’s eyes flew wide and he shot one hand down to burrow into my hair, trying to yank me back upright. Except I wouldn’t let him. “What the hell are you doing?”
I let one roll of my shoulder suffice for an answer, because I was in this now, and I wasn’t stopping. It amused me to no end that I’d taken him by surprise, that he’d failed to predict me for once. And because I wanted more of that, I buried my nose against his hot skin, diving into his pubes and licking the spot where his thigh met his groin.
Chet’s fingers knotted in my hair, and his rigid cock thwapped against the side of my face. I rubbed my stubble over his shaft until he hissed, his hips jolting insistently toward me.
“Fuck, do it already, I can’t…”
I glanced up with a smile when he trailed off. “Can’t what? You gonna lose it before I get my mouth around you?” God, that’d be a fucking feather in my cap.
He groaned, eyes falling shut briefly before opening again and fixing on me with cool determination. He let out a sultry chuckle. “Fuck you, Farrow, swallow it and see.”
I give his sac a hard squeeze and considered his dick. The thick flared head was mouthwatering.
When he tugged the roots of my hair, I resisted, taking only the dark, swollen tip in my mouth and sucking the glossy precum off before popping free and giving him a few light strokes of my fist.
This time when I looked up, Chet’s eyes were glassy with hunger—just as I’d hoped.