More, Sloan Parker [guided reading books TXT] 📗

“You hear right. I don't play with just anyone more than once. But he"— I pointed across the room to a smiling Matthew—"isn't just anyone.” I returned the smile before I knew what I'd done.

“Man, he's cute. Are you looking for another to join you? I'd enjoy that.” He pressed the last of his words against my ear. His lips grazed my skin, and a layer of spit clung to me.

I jerked away and stood. “If you'd asked me that question last week, I'd already have your ass upstairs and naked by now. Tonight, I need something else.” I stepped away from the bar, and before I thought too much on what it meant to be with someone for a third time, I made my way to Matthew's table.

If I had any doubt about his interest in me, the smoldering look in his eyes as he tracked my movements told me all I needed to know. I sat across from him. We stared for a few breaths before we looked away.

“Not sure he'll be here tonight, kid.”

“I'm thinking we could wait... maybe for a little while. To see— ”

“Yeah, that's fine with me. Even if he doesn't show, I want you.” The last three words left my mouth in a low hiss I couldn't control. The way he stared at me, his eyes heavy, his mouth parted, and his bottom lip quivering as he ran his tongue over it, surprised me. And it stunned me more how much I liked seeing that look from him.

“I want you too, Luke.” His dark pupils expanded. It gave him a wild, vigorous look.

Forcing myself not to look at him again and not to pay attention to the growing throb in my lap was the best option. I ordered a water and a club soda from the next waiter by the table. We waited twenty minutes before we said much more, but we made promises every time we glanced at each other.

“God, Luke,” he said when his gaze caught mine again. “Don't know about waiting.”

“Let's go. We can always catch up with him another night.”

“Yeah?”

“If he ever shows again.” Great. I was agreeing to a fourth time before we even started for the night. I had lost my goddamn mind.

Matthew stood. His tight pants did nothing to hide his erection. I groaned. I wanted to take his cock in my mouth right there in the middle of the dining room.

Matthew dropped his hands in front of the bulge. His face flushed, and he chewed on his lower lip. With the way he worked it, he'd be bleeding by the time I got him upstairs.

I requested a room from the desk and avoided Matthew while we waited. I couldn't look at him again without grabbing a hold of him, taking him in my arms, and pressing my lips to his. A minute later, I had the key card in my hand. I gripped the plastic so tight I'd likely crack it on the way to the room. I eased up. No way in hell would I head back to the desk again. If the card broke, we'd just have to screw in the hallway. Fuck the membership policy on public sex.

“Let's go.” I seized his arm and lurched for the elevator.

A low hum escaped his throat. I wasn't the only one having a problem with waiting.

Inside the elevator, he leaned against the far wall, his hands clasped behind him, his head bent. The dark hair obscured his eyes.

I could smell him. Not his usual scent of spice and mint. He was as ready to pop as I was. I wanted to tear off his pants, bury my face in his groin, and breathe in more of that scent, taste his balls and lick the length of his dick.

I shoved my hands in my pockets and faced the door. What the hell was happening to me? I wanted Matthew like I'd wanted no one else. The elevator chimed, and relief flooded my chest. I stepped out and led the way to the room.

Who the hell cared? I was about to get his mouth on me. His hard, lean body under me. Nothing else mattered.

Except I wanted Richard. I wanted his hands on me. I wanted him in the room with us.

I ignored the disappointment. I was going to have Matthew. I was going to fuck the shit out of him and beg him for his mouth, his touch. That was something, more than something.

Not that I'd need to beg. Matthew was a bottle of sexual energy, and the minute we got in the room, the lid came off and he poured it on with fervor. His energy collided with my body as he crowded me against the closed door. His lips met mine, and his tongue spread pleasure over every part of my mouth again and again, reminding me how much he wanted me.

He wrapped his arms around my neck and pulled me closer. Our tongues dived deeper. I grabbed his ass and mashed our groins together. The moan that leaped from his mouth to mine sounded desperate, wanton.

I spun us around and slammed his back against the door, never breaking the kiss, crushing my pelvis against him. When our clothed cocks connected again, Matthew gave up on the kiss and arched into the contact.

“Yes. God yes, Luke.” He put his hands on my face and forced me to look at him. The expression was similar to the lust-filled one he gave me in the dining room, except I could see something more there. What the hell was it?

Matthew breathed deep and ground more slowly against me. “Damn, you drive me crazy. I want you so much, I can't think about anything else. Just you and Richard.”

“Yeah, Matthew. I need this, need you.”

I hauled him away from the door, and we worked our way to the bed.

He sucked on my neck as we went. “You taste good. Can