Chapter 23
Chapter Twenty-Three
They crashed into the distillery, a tangle of lips and limbs.
“This private enough?” Archer asked, as Elton pressed him against the metal rail that encircled the glassed-in distilling equipment. He arched his neck for more kisses and protested when Elton took his lips away, the opposite direction from where Archer wanted them.
All was forgiven, though, when Elton slid his fingers under either side of his V-neck, his big hands warm and gently possessive against his skin. “You look amazing tonight.”
“I was manifesting a certain tall, handsome, well-suited man.” He flattened his palms on Elton’s broad chest, the cotton of his dress shirt sinfully soft, the navy blue complementing his dark brown skin.
“You also look amazing.” Especially in here, with the distillery’s after-hours lighting reflecting off the tin and copper stills behind them, casting Elton in shadows and warmth.
Elton tucked a hand under one of his and lifted it to his lips, kissing his knuckles. “Thank you for inviting me tonight.”
“I planned this party for you too,” Archer admitted. “To give you a safe space, if you were ready.”
Closing the scant distance between them, Elton rested his forehead on Archer’s, his breath and words tickling Archer’s lips. “Your insides are not as prickly as your outsides.”
“Don’t tell anyone.”
Elton’s lips curved against his. “Can I tie you up right here?”
“I would love that, but we are old and this concrete floor is hard.” He slipped out from between the rail and Elton and grabbed him by the hand.
“Come with me.” Around the corner into the tasting room that was nearly complete.
“Same view,” he said, gesturing to the interior plate glass windows that provided a view of the stills, then tapped the toe of his shoe against the carpet under their feet. “Softer floor.”
Laughing, Elton twined his arms back around him.
“Fucking my boyfriend in a tasting room. Very on brand for my lot.” Archer raised a brow; the more he learned about Elton’s friends, the more he understood why they’d gravitated toward Archer’s own band of merry troublemakers.
“Stories for another time,” Elton said. “After we make our own.” He slid his hands lower, fingers diving beneath the waistband of Archer’s slacks and splaying over the tops of his ass cheeks.
Halting as his eyes widened. “Is this a one-piece?”
Archer nipped the underside of his jaw. “I wanted you to have to peel it off me.”
A low, sexy growl rumbled from Elton’s chest. “Drop your pants.”
Stepping back, Archer slowly lowered his pants and kicked off his shoes, never taking his eyes off Elton, reading his every reaction—his widening pupils, his heaving chest, his cock tenting the front of his slacks. “I thought you were going to tie me up and ride me.”
Elton circled behind him and placed his hands on the fabric at Archer’s shoulders.
“I’m going to enjoy peeling you out of this first.” But instead of doing that, he reached around to Archer’s front and glided his fingers down his torso to the bottom of the V just below his belly button.
He splayed one hand there, using it to haul him back against his body, then he shoved the other under the material, palming his cock. “Color?”
“Green,” Archer groaned, thrusting into Elton’s hold. “Fuck yes.”
Elton curled his fingers around his cock. “Can’t wait to get this inside me.” He stroked him hard and rough, the friction of his hand along his length, the material against his tip, driving Archer wild.
But not so out of his mind that he didn’t register Elton’s words. He put them together with the picture Elton had painted earlier. Wanted to be sure they were seeing the same thing. “You’ve been fucked—”
“Yes.” Elton rutted against him, hips and hand moving faster. “And I’ve been wearing a plug the entire night.”
Archer’s knees went weak—the mere thought, the delightful surprise, throwing him for a loop.
Was this what life with Elton would be like?
Constantly being kept on his toes by all his hidden layers.
He couldn’t think of a better way to spend the second half of his existence.
He leaned back against him, overwhelmed, overjoyed, and overstimulated. “I need you.”
Now, tomorrow, forever.
Elton kissed a path up his neck, behind his ear, and around to his cheek. “Do you have another of these bodysuits?”
“I do. It’s—” He didn’t get to finish telling Elton the other one was red, his words dying on his tongue when Elton grabbed his top by the collar and ripped it in two, the warmth of Elton’s body suddenly blanketing his bare back.
“Perfect for tying you up.”
Gasping, Archer shot a hand down and grabbed his balls to stop the climax barreling toward him.
Elton chuckling in his ear and against his bare back didn’t help.
Neither did Elton licking and nipping a path down his spine as he sank to his knees behind him, peeling the rest of Archer’s torn top off as he went.
He dotted more kisses at the small of his back, across the tops of his cheeks, and down his crack to his hole.
A single slip of his tongue and a teasing puff of air raised goose bumps across Archer’s skin, his hair still standing on end when Elton placed his hands on his hips and gently turned him around.
Archer swayed, the sight of Elton—still fully clothed, on his knees and staring up at him, cheeks flushed and pupils blown wide—making him dizzy.
“Color?” Elton asked.
“Yellow.” He was too close to the edge, Elton’s rough lips so close to his cock tempting him to roll his hips forward, to push his erection into his mouth and come down his throat, but then he’d be coming before he ever got inside Elton, before he gave Elton what he needed too.
“Need you to get to the tying me up and riding me part.”
Elton didn’t argue, just nodded and tugged him to the floor with him. Drew him in for a long, lingering kiss and light, teasing touches. “Color?” Elton asked.
“Green,” Archer replied, steady once more.
“Good. I’ll get to tying you up now. And you won’t come until I say so.”
He could handle that now. Couldn’t wait for it. “Show me what you got.”
What he had was Archer spread out on the floor in front of the tasting bar, arms tied to the foot rails with textbook-perfect knots, tight enough to hold firm but not so tight as to injure or trigger any sense of panic.
What he had was Archer writhing under his hands and lips as he trailed them all over his body, worshiping and teasing, making Archer feel every sensation.
The suction of his lips, the swipe of his tongue, the pinch of his fingers, the scrape of his nails, the bite of his teeth on the inside of his thigh, making him cry out and beg for Elton’s hole.
What he had was Archer’s undivided attention as he stood over him, slowly undressed, then pulled the plug from his ass, his expression tortured ecstasy, eyes fluttering closed and mouth going slack, making Archer whimper with him.
Making him curse with him too when he reached back a hand to add more lube to his stretched hole.
What he had was Archer’s heart in his hands, his body in his hold, as he slowly lowered himself onto his cock, heat and friction, his insides clenching Archer’s length like he never wanted to let go.
And neither did Archer. He gasped and yanked at his bonds, close to the point of tears, all of it so perfect, Elton stretched out over him, blanketing him with warmth.
With love. Every kiss, every touch, every rise and fall, meeting Archer’s thrusts, the both of them speeding right back to the edge.
So much sensation, so much effort to keep from tipping over, pure pleasure right there for the taking.
Elton cupped his cheek. “Talk to me, baby.”
“So close.”
“So beautiful.” He swiped a thumb across his cheek, smearing wetness. “I always knew you would be. I’ve forgotten countless heated stares over the years, except yours. These hazel eyes haunted me.”
“And yours,” Archer said between panted breaths. “All my fantasies. But this is better than my wildest dreams.”
“I know.” Elton leaned forward and smiled against his lips. “Now come.”
Archer tensed, his fingers clutching the tattered ends of his bodysuit, his back bowed, his toes curling in the carpet, then exploded, spilling in Elton’s hole as he drove his hips up once more, stuffing Elton full and hitting his prostate hard enough to make him shout and come too, streaks of come roping across Archer’s chest, another sensation added to the mountain of others, leaving him warm and tingly all over.
Leaving him open and unguarded to the words Elton whispered in his ear. “I think I’m in love with you, Archer Scott.”
Archer turned his head and captured his lips. “Good,” he murmured against them. “’Cause I think I’m in love with you too.”