The third kiss was longer. Jordy raised a hand from Rowan’s waist to cup his face and tilted him just so to deepen the kiss. He pressed in closer, swiped in with his tongue. He wanted to devour Rowan. If this was Jordy’s only chance to have even a little piece of Rowan while he could, he was going to take it. He was going to imprint every square inch of Rowan onto his memory and claim him in turn—cover him in love bites to leave an impression behind, to claim rights to Rowan, if even for a moment.
Would it make the heartbreak worse when Rowan inevitably left? Maybe. But for once, Jordy was going to take something just for himself, even if it led to heartbreak and misery later. At least his heart could go down in a blaze of glory.
NO MATTERhow many fantasies he’d had about Jordy, Rowan hadn’t planned on acting on any of them. Jordy had made his position clear at the charity gala. But then Rowan got the job, and Jordy hugged him, and his gaze lingered on Rowan’s mouth, and Rowan lost his head.
Not that Jordy was complaining. He was much too busy mapping out Rowan’s mouth, nibbling on his bottom lip. Jordy slipped his hand into the small of Rowan’s back and pulled him forward, pressing his thigh between Rowan’s legs and Rowan’s hardening dick into his hip.
A moan bubbled out of Rowan, and he twined his arms around Jordy’s neck to pull him closer. Jordy growled and the kiss got hungrier. Rowan must have been a very good boy if he deserved this. He smoothed his hands over Jordy’s shoulders, back, chest, touching everywhere he could, feeling up all that very nice muscle under its round layer of fat. Jordy needed to put that body to use right now.
They broke the kiss, gasping for air.
“Do you—”
“We should—”
They snickered awkwardly. Then Jordy asked, “This okay?”
“Yes.” Rowan maybe said that embarrassingly fast. Whatever. He wasn’t about to hold back now. “Very okay. Like ‘how about we go to my room because it’s closer and more comfortable’ okay.”
“Good,” Jordy said gruffly, and then he turned them in that direction, his grip still firm on Rowan’s back, and practically waltzed them across the room and down the hall.
I need to get this man back on the dance floor.Giddy bubbles filled Rowan’s chest, and he pulled Jordy into another kiss.
Somehow Jordy maneuvered them to Rowan’s bedroom without running them into anything until Rowan’s legs hit his mattress. Then Jordy lifted him with a little growl and all but threw him onto the bed.
“Oh my God.” Rowan stared at the ceiling, then at Jordy climbing after him. “Rail me.”
Jordy groaned and dove in for another kiss.
“Does that mean—” Rowan moaned as Jordy dragged his hot mouth from Rowan’s lips down to his neck. “—it’s a yes to the railing? Uhh!” He gasped under the press of teeth. Apparently Jordy was into biting, and so was Rowan. His hips bucked. “Please say it’s a yes.”
“Later I’m going to touch every inch of you, get my tongue on you,” Jordy promised. He scraped his teeth down Rowan’s neck. “I’m going to suck your cock and eat your ass. And I’m going to open you up on my fingers until you’re begging me before I fuck you through the goddamn mattress.”
“Yes.” Rowan writhed under the filthy promises and grabbed at whichever parts of Jordy he could reach. Part of him was dimly aware that he could be doing more, bringing Jordy pleasure, touching him in all the right ways, but most of his brain was caught on a loop ofGod, finallyandfuck me.
“But it’ll have to wait,” Jordy groaned, one hand fisted in Rowan’s hair, the other clutching at Rowan’s hip, “because I want to take my time. Do it right.”
“Yes, do me right,” Rowan agreed. “Fuck, do me. Rail me.”
Jordypulled away. He knelt up and pulled off his shirt in one move. Then he turned his focus back on Rowan. “Get naked.”
“Yes, sir,” Rowan quipped, only his chest was heaving and his breath coming in short, and it sounded more sincere than sarcastic. Jordy’s eyes darkened, and Jesus, Rowan must have been very good, not just in this lifetime, but past ones too.
Like, godly levels of good, he added hysterically after he untangled himself from his polo and got his first look at Jordy naked.
He was layers of muscle under fat basically everywhere. If this was what playing shape looked like, then clearly the gods were doing Rowan a solid.
Jordy slipped out of briefs last, and Rowan’s mouth watered.
“I need that perfect cock inside me yesterday,” he said, out loud apparently.
Jordy prowled up the bed. “Maybe later, if you’re good. But first, you have to get. Naked.”
Rowan had never taken off his clothes so fast, and he once had an allergic reaction to cheap washing soda. The way Jordy looked at him, dark eyes hot with lust as he ran his gaze down Rowan’s body, made him feel like a three-course meal about to be devoured. Cannibalism had never held so much appeal. If Jordy wanted to eat him alive, Rowan would get him a spoon.
He was opening his mouth to beg some more—his dignity had vacated the premises about the time he threw himself at Jordy—when Jordy straddled him and pinned his wrists to the mattress, effectively removing words from the equation.
A vowelless sound escaped Rowan’s lungs.
