Brady sat on the edge of the barstool, nursing a beer
waiting while Jay dealt with a customer. His thoughts kept drifting into
dangerous territory as he watched the well-muscled man move gracefully behind
the bar. Brady’s T-shirt wasn’t long enough to hide his body’s reaction.
Jay came back down the narrow space behind the bar. “My
evening help will be here in a few minutes then we can go up to my apartment to
talk.”
“Sure.” Brady wished he hadn’t shown up early. Impatience
about the meeting got him here a full thirty minutes early. He hoped he carried
off nonchalance but the slight curve of Jay’s lips told him he deluded himself.
The door whooshed open behind Brady. A glance over his
shoulder showed cause for relief and added tension. He recognized the redheaded
woman as one of Jay’s bartenders. Brady downed the last dregs of his beer then
took a deep breath.
“Evening, boss.”
“Evening, Angela.” Jay ducked around the end of the bar.
“How’s life?”
“Trying to get one. Work keeps interfering with it though.”
She flashed him a sassy grin before she ducked through to the other side of the
bar.
“I’ll be upstairs for a little while. I don’t expect things
to get busy this early but holler if you need me.” Jay glanced at Brady then
canted his head toward a door marked Private.
“I’ll try not to disturb you.” Angela’s broad grin and
quick wink left no doubt about her assessment of the situation.
Jay laughed as he shook a finger in her direction. “Keep
your naughty thoughts to a minimum. He’s taken.”
With heat rising on his cheeks, Brady forced his feet to
move slower. No sense in running over Jay. His blood pumped in a different
direction. His dick was so hard he could hammer nails.
Jay took the steps two at a time, only pausing to unlock
the door at the top of the stairs. “Come on in.”
Dark-colored woods decorated the room—several tables and
accents on a lush leather couch and matching recliner. The bar must make a lot
more than Brady suspected. Expensive-looking tastes. Or good imitations.
“Have a seat.”
Brady shifted his weight from foot to foot then moved to
the couch. “Thanks.” Rubbing his sweaty palms on his thighs, he tried to relax.
Nervousness was making him jumpy and the anticipation of Jay’s decision had him
on pins and needles.
Part of him wanted Jay to say no. However, the part he’d
buried most of his life had other ideas. Need to explore the other side of his
sexuality nearly incapacitated him with desire. Fear of losing Denise over
something he could put a stop to kept taunting him.
“Want something to drink?” Jay’s face was calm, almost
disinterested.
“No. Thanks. I’m good.” He forced a swallow past the huge
lump in his throat. He hadn’t been this nervous since he lost his virginity at
fifteen. The comparison struck him like a ton of bricks—the possibility of
losing another type of virginity.
Jay crossed his arms then leaned a shoulder against an open
doorway. “So how’d you and Denise decide you needed to be fucked?”
From his tone, he might have been discussing the weather.
Brady choked back a groan. His cock twitched as if trying to tear a hole in his
jeans.
“You really like the idea, huh?” Jay’s brow creased with a
hint of a frown. “I was sure she talked you into this.”
“Naw.” His mouth was so dry his tongue stuck to the roof of
his mouth. “Maybe I’ll take a drink after all.” Get a hold of yourself…
Brady wasn’t accustomed to being so unsure of himself. His line of work required
confidence, or at least the appearance of it.
Jay disappeared through the doorway behind him and Brady
moved to follow. Before he could get there, Jay reemerged with a bottle of
water. He tossed it at Brady. “I thought she came up with this harebrained idea
because of what I said last night and was dragging you into it.”
“I…uh. I guess I’m bi.” Brady shrugged. He opened the
bottle then gulped back a few swigs.
“You guess?” One eyebrow arched but his lips curved in a
smile. “Never put it into practice?”
“Never had the nerve. Just the…desire.”
Jay’s gaze narrowed then dipped down toward Brady’s waist.
“Does look like you’re interested…”
A flush of heat shot through Brady but he stood his ground.
He knew the outline of his cock showed through his jeans but he kept his gaze
level with Jay’s.
“Maybe.” Jay’s tongue slid between his lips, leaving them
wet and tempting. His gaze did another once-over of Brady’s body. “One thing I
need to mention. Or maybe it’d be easier to show you.”
Moving down the hall, Jay motioned for Brady to follow. He
pushed open the first door, reached in then flipped on the light. Standing to
one side, he watched as if waiting for a reaction.
Brady stepped inside. Several dim lights spotlighted
various pieces of equipment—a set of stocks, a sling, a table with cuffs and
straps. A bed secured a corner spot with several lights over it. Everything
straight out of gay leather porn from the internet. Desires Brady kept hidden so
far in his soul he sometimes forgot rushed to the surface.
Jay’s body pressed against him from behind. The ridge of
his cock taunted Brady’s ass. Hot breath teased his ear. “Do you like being tied
up, Brady?”
He couldn’t say yes to Jay’s question but his body
responded with massive enthusiasm. Tied up, strapped down or anything else Jay
wanted to do to him.
Damn! Raw need rushed through him. His gut twisted
with desire. He grabbed his balls, pressing tight. Wouldn’t do to come in his
pants like an over-sexed teenager.
“So you want to go through with it?”
“Yes.” His mouth went dry as his throat tightened around
the word. Oh, fuck yes.
“Good.” Jay gripped Brady’s hips, bumping his dick against
Brady’s ass.
Brady barely heard the question. His mind was too busy
playing with each piece of equipment, wondering how the cuffs would feel against
his skin, what the sling would feel like against his back. Or the wood of the
stocks on his neck and wrists.
The height of the stocks would require the…prisoner to bend
over at the waist, leaving his ass available for whatever his captor had in
mind. Or his mouth level with a cock in front of him.
The sling was similarly placed. His ass would be positioned
just right for Jay to—
Brady closed his eyes as he gasped for air. His hand
pressed hard against his cock. He forced his mind away from the visions playing
across the inside of his eyelids.
“So you like, huh?” Jay reached around Brady. His hand slid
under Brady’s, cupping Brady’s denim-covered cock. His body pulsed forward,
lining Brady’s back with hard flesh.
“Yes.” Brady’s thoughts were a mish-mash of fantasies all
come true. The only thing missing was Denise. Need guided his hands behind him,
made him grip Jay’s hips, pull his body closer.
Jay’s other arm circled Brady’s chest. His fingers tugged
at Brady’s lips. “I’d like to feel your mouth wrapped around my dick.”
One finger slipped into Brady’s mouth. Instinct forced his
lips closed. He suckled the thick finger with visions of Jay’s dick in its
place. “Hmmm…” Soft needy moans reached Brady’s ears. His own sounds of
desperate desire.
“How about I fuck your mouth right now? Fill your throat
with come…”
A deep groan of approval surfaced before Brady could stop
it.
Although Brady was a little taller, Jay was solid muscle.
Before Brady could react, Jay twirled him around then slammed him against the
wall. Hard lips savaged Brady’s mouth in a brutal kiss.
His body responded with breathless shock and a sharp spike
of pleasure. Instead of fighting back, Brady sandwiched Jay’s face between his
hands and gave as good as he got. Hot, twisting tongues and clashing teeth
settled into deep and searching moves. The scrape and scratch of stubble was so
different from Denise’s smooth skin. The sheer masculine strength of Jay’s rough
handling…all added up to a flood of overwhelming desire.
Brady pushed his hips into the solid mass of Jay’s body.
His cock rubbed against rock-hard flesh. Just a little more…
Jay’s hands dug into Brady’s shoulders and shoved.
Desire-weakened knees gave way, sending Brady to the floor. The impact laced
pain through his kneecaps but other sensations overcame any real discomfort.
Fingers twisted through his hair. One hand gripped the back
of his neck. The slight tug forward wasn’t necessary.
Brady leaned forward then rubbed his face against the
smooth khaki material hiding Jay’s dick. His shaky fingers popped the button
then yanked the zipper.
Thin cotton briefs separated Brady from the hard flesh of
Jay’s cock. The aroma of purely male musk set his dry mouth drooling. He dug his
fingers into the elastic waistband, pulling hard.
Thick, long… Brady’s entire body shuddered at the idea of
taking Jay’s cock in his mouth, in his ass. Raw need pushed his arousal to the
edge. A simple taste of the leaking tip would be enough to set him off.
With his hand wrapped around the base, Jay ran the tip
across Brady’s lips. “You want to suck me?”
A slight swipe of his tongue against his mouth gathered the
taste Jay left behind.
Jay’s phone chirped in his pocket, breaking the spell.
Denise!
“Whoa!” Brady pushed away, slamming against the wall behind
him. “I promised Denise…” His breath ragged, Brady struggled for another breath.
“I mean, I don’t cheat.”
“Except with her here.” Jay’s eyes glittered with a dark
intensity. “Yeah. Wouldn’t be nice to start without her.”
“But we’ll be starting?” Brady’s heart rate thudded in his
ears and pulsed through his cock.
Jay stepped backward while he tucked away his dick then
zipped his pants. “How’s Sunday afternoon work for you?”
Regret at the interruption was so thick, Brady wasn’t sure
he could breath. “Yes. Sunday.” Not that Brady could remember his schedule at
the moment. His hands fisted and released. He didn’t care. What he did know was
the next two days would last an eternity.
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