Prologue
Sweat drips down into my brow, my heart beating erratically as my hips move from side to side to the beat of the sensual music pulsing from the speakers placed around the room. The body behind mine is hot and hard against my back, and the hand wrapped around me, holding me close, is dangerously low on my stomach. It’s gotta be close to last call, I know it’s getting late. I’ve been here for hours now, the liquor diluting my blood, making my head fuzzy and my judgement shotty. I don’t even know how much I’ve had to drink tonight, but I know it’s a lot.
All of my nerve endings are on fire, oversensitive to every sound, smell, and touch. Every puff of hot breath on my neck sends a layer of goosebumps all over. Every stroke of his fingers as they inch below the hem of my shirt, teasing the skin there, sending a chill across my overheated body. The rich, mahogany scent of his cologne as it invades my nostrils, and the nostalgia the scent brings—right at the edge of off-limits and forbidden. How my ass grinds against him, rubbing against the hard ridge of his erection. The way my own cock is stiff and throbbing behind my tight Wranglers. Everything.
When I came here tonight, it was with the purpose to hook up. To get my mind off life and get sweaty with a stranger for a few hours. I’m in Seattle for only a few days, and I’ve always heard how luscious the queer nightlife is here, so of course, I had to check it out. Never in a million years did I expect to see who I did as I walked through the door of the unsuspecting hole-in-the-wall bar-slash-nightclub.
My mind was made up by the time I sat beside him at the bar. I knew what I wanted, and what I wanted was him. Surprised eyes took me in, and we made polite small talk for a while as we threw back shot after shot. Like me, he, too, was there for a purpose; I could see it in his eyes. And I wasn’t blind…I saw the way he looked at me. The way his gaze lingered a little longer than appropriate. The way his body leaned into mine as we spoke. How he got a little more flirty the more we drank. When I asked him to dance earlier after shot number six…or maybe it was seven, he barely even thought about it before he said yes.
And this is where we’ve been since. The song changes and I chance my luck, turning around in the strong arms wrapped around me. Part of me feels like eye contact will sever the connection. It’ll knock some sense into him and he’ll shove me off, reminding me how this is wrong and shouldn’t be happening.
Thankfully, it doesn’t. Blame it on the alcohol we’ve both consumed or the electric way our bodies feel rubbing up against each other, but he looks gone for me as I wrap my arms around his neck and begin swaying again. The DJ in this place knows what they’re doing with this music, that’s for damn sure.
His sapphire eyes pierce into mine, heating me from the inside out. Standing roughly five or so inches taller than me, he makes me feel small in his hold, which is an interesting—and sexy—feeling. I’m not a short guy by any means, but him… He’s a brute. It’s one of the things I’ve always found attractive about him. That, and the eyes paired with thick black hair that I’m dying to drag my fingers through. That combination has always been my kryptonite.
Wetting his lips with his tongue, my eyes track the movement greedily, my mouth watering at the sight. What I would give to taste those plump lips and suck on that sweet pink tongue. Feel it trail across my body, starting up at my throat and working its way down lower…and lower.
The space in here is small and stuffy. Sweaty bodies bump up against us left and right as the dance floor gets more and more crowded. People surround us, grinding, rubbing, kissing, grappling at each other. The energy in here is electric; a thick layer of arousal covering us all like a fog.
My hands are clasped behind his head, while his are holding the small of my back. With every sway of our hips, though, they sink lower. A zap of heat shoots down my spine as he takes a firm hold of my ass, squeezing as a throat-deep groan vibrates out of him. We’ve been dancing together for a while now, the temptation between us building with each song. I’m going out of my mind, and the need to taste him is growing too strong to ignore. My gaze flits between his piercing eyes and his lips as I wet my own. Every inch of my body lights up, bloodstream infused with liquor and a need so visceral, I can’t hardly stand it.
The more packed the dance floor becomes, the closer we’re shoved together. He’s backed up near a wall now, our bodies flush. My heart drums in my chest, my breathing coming out in harsh pants. The feel of his body plastered against mine is unreal. We’re both dripping sweat, the energy, the tension between us sizzling.
I’ve always been a man who takes what I want. I don’t hesitate, I don’t get shy, and tonight will be no different. Standing up on my toes, I crash my mouth to his, hoping like hell right now won’t be the time he puts a stop to this. I feel his body stiffen against mine for a second before he grips me tighter, holding me as close as possible. Our lips part and our tongues meet in the middle, rolling and tangling together. I can’t help the groan that escapes at the flavor of him—whiskey and temptation—as it floods my senses. He tastes better than I ever could’ve imagined—and I’ve imagined this a lot.
We kiss like we’re starving for one another, not a single care in the world about who’s watching. We sure as hell aren’t the only horny ones in here; a quick glance around the room would prove that.
Ripping my mouth from his, I drag in a deep breath, bringing my lips to the shell of his ear. “Let’s get out of here,” I say, loud enough for him to hear over the music.
When I pull back to get a good look at him, I bite down on my lip as I watch a smirk tug into place. His eyes darken as he takes me in, looking downright famished as he tips his head over to the side and grabs my hand, leading me off the dance floor, over to a set of rickety stairs that leads to a second level I hadn’t noticed before.
Each step is another whoosh of blood in my ears. Another heavy thump against my ribcage. Another jolt of electricity down into my groin.
At the top, there’s a door that he unlocks with a set of keys retrieved from the pocket on his jeans. As we walk over the threshold, I notice how bare it is up here. It’s dark and open, and it looks to be a studio apartment of some sort. There’s a small kitchenette in the corner, a couch near where we’re standing, and a king-size bed off to the right. A handful of questions pass through my mind, like who’s apartment this is, or why it’s so empty, but I don’t ask any of them.
Shutting the door behind me, he turns the lock until it clicks into place, and then we’re both moving. I reach behind me, ripping my shirt over my head, and he does the same. Next, I wiggle out of my jeans, kicking off my boots as I do, and he follows. It’s dark in here, but thankfully my eyes have started to adjust so I get to drink him in. And fuck, what a sight it is. He’s husky; broad shouldered, with corded arms and defined pecs. His thighs are powerfully built, looking like they could crush my skull. Chest dusted with dark hair that leads down the center of his abdomen. He’s thick in all the right places, looking good enough to fucking devour.
The booming music downstairs is muted up here, but barely, as the walls shake with the bass.
“Come here,” I mutter as I brush past him and pad over to the bed. It’s neatly made with a dark comforter and equally dark sheets. I shove him down before crawling on top of him. With his hands planted on my hips, our bodies mold together as I gaze down at him. “Tonight we’re strangers. You don’t know me and I don’t know you, understand?”
Smirking, he watches me, fingers biting into my flesh. He nods. “Understood.”
Soon enough, we lose ourselves to one another, becoming nothing more than sweaty bodies rolling around, gasping breaths, deep, throaty moans, and sweet, forbidden ecstasy. By the time the sun comes up and I peel my eyes open, I’m in the hotel room I don’t remember going back to last night. Head throbbing, I roll out of bed and jump in the shower, my mind trying to retrace everything from the night before. The faint outline of fingerprints on my hips and the darkened bruise on my neck are the only evidence that last night wasn’t only a figment of my imagination. That it was real.
I wrap a soapy fist around my thickening erection, pumping myself long and slow as broken pictures replay in my mind of slick skin, hungry lips, wandering hands. Beautiful cries of pleasure, the writhing body underneath mine, and how good it felt to play out my teenage fantasy between the sheets.
How it felt to watch William Andino shatter into a million pieces…because of me.
Coming August 30th, 2024
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