Chapter Four

Drake

Now that I've got a good buzz going, I decide to order a beer and people watch. With the number of gorgeous men in the place, it’s a good night to take up the hobby.

Nobody really catches my eye until I see a head quickly turn away. As I stand watching, the guy turns toward me then away when he realizes he’s been caught.

The hot little devil is checking me out.

Nice. And maybe even naughty.

I wait for him to look up again, wondering if he will. After a few seconds, he does. When I grin, he does too before sliding his hands behind his back, probably looking for pockets that are nowhere to be found in the little red shorts he’s painted into.

I’ve never gone for the shy types, but he’s hot. And interested. So this could work out, after all.

With a deep pull from the bottle, I scan around the room again. Every minute or so, my eyes drift toward the coy brunette with nice abs and an even nicer ass. And sure as shit, every time I glance at him, he's staring right at me.

As soon as I reach the end of my beer, I set the bottle on the bar top and look right at the guy. It’s time to see just how naughty he is. That little demon is looking away, but when he does glance up, his eyes lock right on mine. Without breaking eye contact, I head in his direction.

Even with fifteen feet between us, I can sense his body is tense. His arms hang stiffly and it looks like he’s holding his breath. His expression is a mix between excitement, lust, and sheer terror.

Damn, am I really that scary? Or is he just shier than that costume implies?

I realize my mistake when I'm standing in front of him and trying not to speak. Realistically, the chances of him recognizing me from my voice are practically nil. And that's assuming we ever run into each other again. Which I'm sure we won't.

On the other hand, I'm still not comfortable taking that risk. So without saying a word, I stand right in front of him and stare straight into his glowing blue eyes. They’re wide and bright and locked on mine.

After a good thirty seconds of silence between us, he clears his throat. “Hi.”

I give him a half smile and rest one hand on his bare hip. When I feel a wave of goose bumps ripple under my fingers, I wave him toward the dance floor. He nods and steps forward, moving to a small void between gyrating bodies. Before he can turn around, I pull his hips to me, holding his bare back to my chest. When I slide both palms over his sides and up to his chest, his pounding heart is racing under my fingertips. After a moment of just feeling him against me, I guide his body to move in the same rhythm as mine.

He’s about two inches shorter than me, but he has long legs and his ass is lined up perfectly with my pelvis. I don't allow more than a token brush of my growing cock against the smooth fabric of his briefs. But just a brush of pressure is enough. Every time my erection makes contact, he leans farther back into my chest, chasing my retreating shaft.

By the end of the song, he’s completely pressed to my body and has backed his ass up so he’s cradling my cock. There’s no point in me trying to maintain any kind of distance between us. He feels too good to even consider pushing him away.

A slow song begins and I'm practically dry humping him on the dance floor. I let my eyes close as I wrap my arms around his body, my fingertips sliding over his nipples and trailing across solid muscles.

A low groan vibrates from his chest when my lips skate across his warm shoulders. His ass grinds harder against me, and his rhythm increases to a fast tempo. It's time to move things along.

Turning him around, I cup his cheek and run my thumb across his cheekbone before brushing my lips over his. It's a soft kiss, but he leans into me when I pull away.

His arms curl around my neck and he attacks my mouth, kissing me hard. Teeth clash and tongues lick in an erotic ballet of lust and desperation.

It’s not until I pull back for air that I remember where we are. He's wrapped a leg around my thigh and is grinding his hard-on next to mine.

“Fuck!” I cringe as he smiles at my whispered word.

“Yes. Now.” His response is instantaneous.

Unfamiliar with the club, I check out the layout and see a sign for the bathroom. With a quick nip to his ear lobe, I step back and tug him toward the back. Just as I'm about to go into the men's room with my nearly naked friend, he pulls away.

“No, we can go in here.” There’s an employees only sign on the door across from the restrooms.

Okay. Apparently, he knows his way around this place. The thought is only mildly disturbing as I let him pull me into a dark storage room. As soon as the door is shut, he pushes me against it and drops to his knees, pulling out my erection with record speed.

I barely have enough time to brace myself before he sucks the head of my dick into his hot mouth, inhaling it straight to the back of his throat. With wet and sloppy sounds, he drags my shaft in and out of his lips.

Fuck it feels good.

My fingers instinctively curl around his silky black hair, tugging gently as I get close to the edge. He backs off and ducks under my dick to lap at my balls. I spread my legs wider, giving him more space when I realize he’s trying to suck them into his mouth. While lightly stroking my cock, I watch his beautiful body licking at mine.

“Do you have a condom?” His raspy voice sends a jolt of current straight to the tip of my dick.

He slides his tongue along the underside of my shaft, waiting for my answer.

Without words, I pull a foil packet out of my pocket and tear it open with my teeth. I slowly rock my hips into his mouth, waiting for him to pull off so I can secure the rubber.

With suction strong enough to shame a Dyson, he hollows out his cheeks and pulls tightly on and off with a pop.

Fuck, I'm close. I roll the condom on as he shimmies out of his shorts and lets them fall to the ground. His hand disappears behind his back and he bends at the knees. Holy shit, he's prepping himself.

I love when guys do that. Not just because it's less work for me, but because it's proof of how desperate they are for me to breach them. It’s proof of how much they want me inside of their hot ass. He can't wait for me to slowly ease him open, so he’ll do whatever it takes to get ready as fast as possible.

And this guy knows his body well because I’ve barely got the condom in place before his mouth is back on mine and he’s almost climbing my chest. We share breaths and I touch every inch of skin I can reach as his hot air blends with mine. Wrapping my hands under his thighs, I lift him up then press his back to the door so he's hanging a few inches off the ground.

His thighs immediately clamp around my sides and the hand that was buried in his ass reaches for my cock.

I'm ready now.

He's looking at me for approval like I might say no. I almost chuckle as I nod and tilt my pelvis so it's perfectly angled to slide him down on me.

His eyes are closed and his head fall back as I slowly press my tip to his opening and thrust up. I don’t stop until his thighs smack against mine, fully impaling him on my cock.

“God! Fuck, yeah. That's so good.” His voice is low and labored.

Agreed.

I give the man a second to adjust to my size before tilting away from him and pounding back in. With each grunt, his fingers dig into my biceps.

“I want to see your face,” he says, reaching for the mask.

I swat his hand away before it can grip the plastic and shake my head.

“Seriously?” He returns his palm to my arm and holds on tight. Using his thigh muscles, he bounces faster up and down my shaft. “Then just fuck me, Phantom. Harder.”

I can work with that.

With one elbow hooked under his armpit and the other under one of his knees, I've got him almost folded in half as I plow into this beautiful man's ass. The way his eyes roll back and flutter is enough to make me come. But I manage to hold on for a few more seconds. When his jaw drops in a silent scream, I know he's ready.

And even if he’s not, I can't hold back any longer. As soon as I feel the first splash of hot cream hit my chest, I growl and spear him. Lifting him another two inches up the wall, I bury my spewing cock as far as it can possibly go.