Chapter 7 Dane #2
I tell him we need water, then lead him back to the bar. All I find in the fridge are some San Pellegrinos, which will have to do.
“I’m gonna find a bathroom,” Connor says once his breaths have evened and his San Pellegrino is empty. He leaves the bottle on the bar top and disappears into the crowd.
I should follow him, make sure he finds one alright, but I don’t trust myself not to shut myself in the bathroom with him. When I’ve finished my water, I pull another from the fridge and press the cold plastic to the back of my heated neck.
“You Dane? Soccer dude?” a deep voice asks.
The term soccer dude already has me smirking, but when I see who’s asking, I’m especially intrigued. The guy circling the bar to join me in front of the fridge is no Connor Whitlock, but he’s muscular with dark features and an aura that speaks to my devilish spirit.
“I might be. Who’re you?” I watch him pour two shots into disposable cups.
“My friends call me Ty.” He hands me a cup and tells me we’ve met before, if you consider exchanging nudes on Grindr meeting someone.
“I must not have been very impressed, since we didn’t hook up.” I toss the shot back, tequila zinging down my throat.
Ty chuckles through a smirk and sizes me up. His arms bulge when they fold across his broad chest. I don’t normally gravitate toward dudes who can obviously take me in a fight, but there’s something inherently tantalizing about the risk.
“Nah, I seem to remember you liking what you saw.” He slides in close enough I can smell the gum he’s chewing on. “I really liked what I saw. Unfortunately, I was in a relationship then. I could look but not touch, you know?”
“I fucking hate a tease.” I roll my eyes and wind up looking into the dark caverns below Ty’s heavy brow.
“Let me make it up to you.” He nods to some place behind me. “Let’s go somewhere private.”
Could be a trap, but there’s so many witnesses here that I’m not worried about getting jumped. In any normal circumstance, I’d climb on the sure thing. The difference tonight is that Connor’s here. “I dunno. I got a puppy roaming around here somewhere that I gotta keep an eye on.”
“Bring him. We’ll form the holy trinity.”
That joke is so terrible it hits the spot, and I laugh so hard I wheeze. Not exactly a sexy move, but when I finally catch my breath, the guy is still in front of me, sizing me up like I’m hot apple pie.
“Nah, he’s off-limits,” I say.
“Yours?”
I wish. “He’s just off-limits.”
“Fine by me.” His arms unfold, opening up and showing me his soft parts. “You’re the only one I’m interested in.”
Now, how can I not blush at that? “How did you know I’m a sucker for flattery?”
“It’s not hard to guess.”
Running my tongue along my chapped lips, I scan my surroundings in case Connor is back yet, but I don’t see him. “Alright, but we gotta be quick.”
He leads me down the same hallway where the longest bathroom line takes up half the walking space. Takes us forever to squeeze past. When we’re free, Ty opens a door at the end of the hall and holds it for me. I’m halfway inside what looks like a laundry room when I hear my name being called.
A quick glance behind me shows Connor hustling over. At the same time, Ty clamps his hand on my shoulder and guides me to the laundry machines.
“What’s up?” Connor swerves into the room after us.
“Puppy?” Ty asks me, and I’m sure my blushing cheeks give away the answer.
“We’re about to do something, Connie—”
“You in or out?” Ty asks him. “Either way, you have to shut the door.”
Shutting the door with him on the inside of it, Connor asks what we’re doing, and I’m not sure how to break it to him I’m about to do dirty things with this dude.
Ty chuckles, flitting his charcoal eyes from Connor to me. “He’s cute. I can see why he’s off-limits.”
I want to tell this dude not to talk about Connor. This has nothing to do with Connor. That Connor squeezed himself into the room with us is giving me anxiety, but the fascination in his eyes dims my inhibitions enough not to shove Ty away when he snakes an arm around my waist.
Ty plucks a wad of gum from between his teeth and sticks it to the side of the washer before swooping in and planting his mouth over mine. His tongue tastes like tequila and spearmint. I stare at his black lashes while his tongue sweeps against mine.
A half-step forward plants his boots between my shoes and his hips against mine.
A firm ridge digs against my crotch, petting me into the beginnings of a desperate and semi-scared erection.
My seldom timid hands explore the firm contours of this stranger’s body while my resolve thins into vapor, condensing the air.
We kiss until I’m panting and tugging open my belt, but before I take my dick out, I need to make sure Connor’s gone. I turn my head, letting Ty make out with my ear, and—
My eyes lock with Connor’s across the narrow room. Five feet at most separates us, but those inches may as well be the Grand Canyon with this meathead between us. Ty moves his mouth to my neck, sucking my pulse and tickling me with his scruff.
“Don’t,” I warn, when it feels like he’s trying to bruise me.
His low chuckle caresses my skin, but it’s nothing compared to the pressure of his palm kneading my bulge. I push him down before he can kiss me again, and the way he nuzzles my clothed dick with his Superman jawline turns any lingering anxiety into purified lust.
“Fuck,” I moan as I try to gauge the emotion behind Connor’s stunned expression. Disgust, enchantment, and curiosity all woven together like a noose around my balls, enchanting me into a pulsating erection.
I whip off my shirt while Ty tugs down my pants. He envelops me with a strong suction and a hand around my balls, but it’s Connor’s beauty that keeps me rock solid, silently begging me to show him something he won’t have to take a photo of to remember forever.
So I stroke my body for him—the thing Connor stares at with just as much reverence as the horizon. Under my palms, my abs flex to the rhythm of my gyrating hips. I rub my chest and tease my nipple rings. Just the slightest touch sends a shiver through my body.
“Connor,” I moan.
His eyes flicker from my chest to my face, and his lips part like he’s going to speak, but all that comes out are hard, quiet breaths. His face is flushed and filmed with sweat, fingers twitching at his sides before they pick at the buttons of his shirt.
Soft lips stroke my length. A throat gags.
The last unfastened button of Connor’s shirt reveals a valley of blushing skin and roused nipples.
My solid cock flops from Ty’s mouth, drawing my attention down to him as he looks over his shoulder at Connor.
“Don’t look at him.” I snap.
Ty casts a wicked smirk up at me, calls me bossy, then takes me back into his mouth. Fucking right I’m bossy, and this isn’t a goddamn holy trinity. I keep one hand planted behind Ty’s neck now, holding him on my dick so he can’t get sidetracked.
I put my attention back on Connor, where it belongs, but the damage is done. My boy looks scared shitless. It almost makes me end all this right here and now, but I’m way too hard to behave rationally.
“It’s okay,” I tell him softly. “Stay with me.”
The way Connor quivers like a leaf unnerves me, but he doesn’t leave. He stays right where he is, soothing my worries in the way he holds my gaze and licks his lips. He makes my heart race in the way he plucks open the button of his jeans and drags down the zipper.
“Good boy,” I murmur as my tip knocks the back of a velvety throat.
Staring at Connor’s open fly, I see plain as day how hard he is. The fabric of his gray underwear juts out like there’s something solid in there dying to break free. There’s a small wet spot at the peak.
“Touch yourself for me, baby. Go on. That’s it.”
One hand peels his Hanes waistband from his pelvis, and the other reaches inside.
I can’t believe this is happening.
Is this happening?
Am I dreaming?
If this were a dream, though, Connor would feed me his dick and let me suck him dry, but he’s too bashful to even pull the thing out of his underwear. He fists his shaft, pumping quickly within the cotton confines.
I don’t need to see his cock in the flesh to know he’s about to come.
“That’s it. Don’t stop.”
That hand moves like it’s racing to a finish line. It kicks my own climax into high gear, and I’m already shaking. I make sure I’m looking into Connor’s eyes when I say, “I’m gonna come for you.”
I need Connor to know it’s for him. Even if he doesn’t want it, or me, it’s for him. Not for this meathead, who’s sucking me down like a champ. It’s for Connor.
As soon as Connor’s chest racks with a low, quaking moan, I lose it. My cock fattens before euphoria takes hold, and I unload down Ty’s throat in quick pulses.
I’m zeroed in on Connor through it all, as his body half keels and his eyes roll to the back of his head. I’m in the thick of my orgasm when Connor’s hand stills inside his underwear. That wet spot grows into a sodden patch of spent cum.
My own seed is spent and swallowed, and reality sets in all too quickly.
The expression on Connor’s face morphs from pure pleasure to abject horror, and my heart drops into my empty balls. I shove Ty off me at the same time Connor closes up his fly and breaks for the door.
“Connor.” I barely get my dick back into my pants before Connor swings the door open and bolts.