The Winner Takes All (Complete Collection)

8. Filthy Retaliation

8

FILTHY RETALIATION

Tanner

There’s no harm in one time.

I’ll just get Luke out of my system.

That’s all this is. That’s all it can be. He doesn’t want more, so there’s nothing wrong with the way we’re racing out of Strokers, calling a taxi, and fighting to keep our hands off each other as the cab veers toward Gramercy Park.

Longest ride of my life, and it’s only several cross-town blocks.

I can’t wait to get my hands all over him.

At our building, I give a quick hello to the doorman, then the concierge. Nothing obvious about us walking in together. We’ve done it a million times before. Zero to worry about.

I stab the button for the elevator. “C’mon,” I mutter.

“These things need to go faster,” Luke says.

“No kidding.”

The car arrives a few seconds later, and Elsie Rubenstein steps off. I groan privately, but publicly, I slap on a smile.

She grins too, wagging a finger at me. “Told you he was a cutie,” she says, then winks.

Shit.

Is that going to freak out Luke? I don’t need him to worry now. Now that I’ve got my chance to set all this red-hot lust free.

“And watch out for Sedgwick tonight,” she says, mentioning the Miami Aces starter. “His curveball is like a magic trick. Now you see it, now you don’t.”

“Thanks for the tip,” I say.

“Watch the ball, not his leg kick. That fancy leg kick is just a ploy,” she says, then she marches off, pushing her shopping stroller.

When the doors close, Luke arches a brow. “She knows I bid on you?”

“She thinks you’re cute,” I answer quickly, not wanting to waste time or breath on anything or anyone else right now. “Said so before the auction.”

“Maybe I should have entered. Maybe she would have bid on?—”

Since he’s not freaked out, I shut him up with a hungry kiss, mindlessly reaching for the top button on the panel.

As the elevator chugs upward, I kiss him ferociously. I’m like a hungry beast, but Luke takes everything I have and he gives it right back to me. With questing hands and a ravenous mouth, he matches me kiss for kiss, touch for touch.

He’s got whisker burn when we reach my floor.

It’s a good look on him.

By the time I unlock my apartment, I’m ready to pounce. Once inside, I push him against the wall by the door. He flashes me a cocky grin. “You manhandling me, Sloan?”

“I fucking am. You like it, Remington?”

We use our last names like weapons of desire.

He juts out his chin. “Try it again and I’ll tell you.”

I grab the waistband of his jeans and jerk him against me, his mouth an inch away. “Need these off,” I command, then palm the outline of his erection.

His green eyes flash with feral heat and a hint of mischief too. He parts his lips, smirking as he says, “Hey, Sloan.”

It’s so ridiculously sexy the way he says it that I growl. “Yeah, Remington?”

His throat rumbles. His eyes spark. “I dare you …to suck my dick.”

“Only if you fuck my mouth,” I say, like a filthy retaliation.

“Fuck yes.” He grunts, and while I unzip his jeans, he rips off his polo and tosses it I don’t fucking know where.

And I don’t care.

I’ve seen Luke shirtless before. We’ve gone swimming, hit the beach, lifted weights. Then there was the club last week. This view is nothing new.

But holy fuck.

This view is all new.

His strong pecs heave. His nipples are hard. And I get to touch all these muscles at last. I let go of the zipper, shifting my mission temporarily so I can explore his carved body. “Fuck, you’re hot,” I say, praising him, needing to get all the words out, all these lusty feelings that have been building up inside me like a powder keg.

One time. I’ll say them this one time.

With a bitten-off groan, he grabs my shoulder, then pushes me down toward the floor. Yeah, I want the same, but I resist, shaking my head. “Patience,” I say.

“Fuck patience,” he says.

Teasing him is going to be so fucking fun. For both of us. I bring my face to his chest, flicking my tongue against one tantalizing nipple.

He hisses out a breath.

I do the same to the other, savoring his raspy moans as he keeps that hand tight on my shoulder, guiding me to his goals. Yeah, we’ve got the same goals. I kiss my way down his torso, moving to my knees, my hands trailing along his skin as I go.

“Mmm, fuck patience,” he says again, but this time he’s in a sex trance. Same here, or maybe it’s a Luke trance I’m caught in since I just can’t get enough of his body. His skin. The feel of him. The taste of him.

When I’m eye level with his jeans, I’m ready to tear them the fuck off.

In a flurry, I tug them down, jerking his boxer briefs as I go. I feel wild. Like nothing can stop me.

And then when his cock springs free, I can’t stop myself.

I groan salaciously. Luke talks a big game, and he definitely delivers. He’s thick, hard, leaking at the tip.

I wrap a hand around his shaft. His dick jumps appreciatively. I give him a tug. He moans. I look up. His eyes are closed, his lips are parted, and he’s…not talking. So rare for Luke.

I dart out my tongue, flick it over the head, groaning as I taste his salty heat. My cock throbs in my jeans, begging for attention too, the greedy fucker.

But I ignore my own desires since I want this more .

“Been dying to suck your dick since I saw you today,” I murmur, as I lick the head again. I’m not going for artful dirty talk. Just truthful words.

“Yes. Please. Now,” he says, and he’s shaking with lust.

It’s a fantastic moment. His near speechless-ness. His want. No, his need.

A need I can satisfy. “Fuck my face now ,” I command.

He nods savagely, then curls his hand tight around my head, prepping to rock that dick into my mouth.

With one hand wrapped around the base, I test the weight of him on my tongue. Hard and heavy.

His fingers grip me tighter.

With my other hand, I grab his ass. Powered only by this carnal want, I haul him into my mouth.

All the way.

“Yesss,” he mutters, and it’s filthy and heady, his voice.

It fries all my circuits.

I’m crackling, sparking everywhere as I suck him off. Then I’m blazing as he picks up the pace, taking over, curling his hands around my head. He’s fucking my face all right, deep and brutal. Relentless, too, as he pistons his hips.

I can barely breathe. I can barely move. It’s glorious. With every pump, my eyes water. Saliva drips from the corner of my lips. I take every single thrust. Wanting them all.

I grip his cheeks harder and firmer. To let him know I’m good. To let him know he’s free. To let him know he can use my mouth however he wants.

Soon, he’s pumping faster. His grunts sharpen, then increase in speed and volume.

Luke barks out a rough, “Fuck…take it.”

He shoots down my throat, panting and growling with the last snap of his hips. I take him completely, tasting his climax, salty and hot, till he slows.

Then he eases out. I cough a few times, wiping a hand across my mouth. I breathe out hard, rough. That was a throat workout if I ever had one.

He’s slumped against the wall, muttering curse words, murmuring praise. “That was…so hot…You are…”

And the workout was worth it.

When he opens his eyes, he stares down at me. I’m kneeling at his feet, still clasping his hips in my hands.

A wicked smile curls his lips. “My turn.”

I flash back to his elevator comment from the other night as we both left for dates and he said, Yes, that’s my wish. I’ll be wishing that you’d finally come knocking on my door with your crowbar to help me out of my clothes. Then, I could shut you up with my…crowbar.

I arch a brow as I turn those words back on him. “Good. Because I’ve been dying to shut you up with my cock.”

He laughs lightly, clearly remembering that remark too. “Guess I meant it after all when I said that. I didn’t realize it at the time,” he says, sounding a little amused as he figures out his desires too. “But I definitely realize it now.”

I tremble from the admission. Witnessing him put two and two together is hot as hell.

“Show me how much you mean it,” I say as I rise up, meeting him face to face.

He tugs up his jeans, but doesn’t zip them. “I will. And I’m going to take my sweet time with you.”

I sure like the sound of that.

I’m naked, sprawled out on my covers, and begging for my friend’s mouth. “You’re killing me.”

Luke’s naked too. Kissing the inside of my thigh. Teasing me. “Good,” he murmurs, then runs his tongue dangerously close to my cock.

He’s been taunting me with his wicked tongue for too long, kissing my chest, my abs, my hips.

My thighs.

Everywhere but my cock.

I grab my dick, push it closer to his face. “C’mon. Suck me.”

“Payback, baby,” he says with a smirk.

“Fuck payback,” I mutter.

“Yeah, let’s see how you feel about payback when I’m done with you,” he says, then licks a line up my balls, making my back arch, and sending praise flying from my tongue.

“Yes,” I moan.

“Knew you’d like my payback,” he says, kissing the base of my shaft.

My brain sizzles. My body trembles. “Do it,” I order, but it’s more like a plea.

Hell, I will beg if he doesn’t get that lush mouth on me soon. He’s busy toying with my balls now. Cupping them, he draws one into his mouth and sucks. I grab his shoulder, scrabbling to hold on to my sanity. To something. To anything.

“Luke,” I say, begging now.

He lets go and looks at me, his smile wicked. “You used my first name,” he says, then winks.

I don’t know what he’s getting at with his observation, and I don’t care this second. I just need him to get me off.

“You’re torturing me,” I say. “Just suck my dick, please.”

He drags his tongue along the underside of my shaft. “Like this?” he asks innocently.

“More,” I whisper.

He drops an almost chaste kiss to the head. “Like that?”

I growl, “Fucking more.”

He draws the head barely past his lush lips. “How’s that?”

I grit my teeth, then sit up, grabbing the side of his face. “Please suck my dick. Fucking please. I’m begging you. Just begging you.”

His grin is evil and sexy all at once. “All you had to do was ask nicely, Tanner.”

I roll my eyes. “More like beg.”

“Like I said, all you had to do was ask nicely,” he repeats, then he takes mercy on me, dropping his mouth onto my cock.

Finally. Fucking finally.

Once he’s on me, he doesn’t stop. He sucks, and licks, and drives me out of my mind. His hands run up and down my thighs. His tongue works me over. His lips suck me deep.

It’s an out-of-this-world blow job, and soon I’m gasping, groaning, muttering the best words ever, “Gonna come.”

On that note, he hauls me deep, finishing with a powerful suck. My legs shake. And my climax takes over my world.

I’m groaning and trembling. The relief and the ecstasy grip me all at once. When I come down from the high and look at him in my bed, I’m no longer sure once will be enough.

I still want him.

Hell, I want him more than I did before. I glance at the clock on my nightstand. I don’t have to be at the ballpark for another couple hours. “You hungry? Want to get some food?”

“But I didn’t stop letting you win, Sloan,” he says as he moves up the bed and flops next to me.

“True. But lunch is on me anyway.” I want to pay for him. It feels right.

“Then I’m really hungry,” he says and drops a smug kiss to my lips. “By the way, like my payback?”

More than you can know . “It’s not so bad.”

He smacks my shoulder. “Let’s order. I’m starved.”

I wish he’d lean into the payback comment. Maybe say Let me try harder when we do it again . But maybe I’ll have to be the one to say it.

As I get dressed, I’m trying to solve the new problem of Luke and how to land a next time.