Mesmerized by the sight of Jesse’s sinuous movements on that stage, Parker was willing to overlook the fact that his angel was stripping in front of a roomful of horny men. Not that he didn’t plan on turning that pale ass rosy when they got back home.
Parker had nearly been out of his mind with worry when he saw the app on his phone said Jesse was in Atlanta. It put his angel two hours away if they ran into trouble, which, from the stories he’d heard from Jesse, Ethan and Zane, they tended to get into whenever they had gone out drinking in Orlando.
Hell, they’d been in jail twice and Parker cringed at every story that ended with a bar fight. Jesse had a mouth on him that didn’t know when to stop when he was sober. According to Zane and Ethan, it was much worse when he was drunk.
Even if trouble found them, Parker wasn’t sure any of them would have realized it since it looked like they were drunk off their asses. The audience started to crowd the stage as Jesse lifted his see through top a few inches.
His sultry smile enticed the crowd to cheer when that shirt rose just enough to get a glimpse of his pink hued – was that glitter? – nipple. Parker’s cock, which had already been pushing against his zipper, went rock hard as it tried to punch through the material holding it back.
Shoving his way to the stage, Parker stared up at his angel, entranced. The moment Jesse’s dark eyes met his, it was as if they were the only two in the room. Nothing else mattered as Jesse danced for Parker.
Those slim hips swayed causing Jesse’s flat abdomen to ripple as his muscles worked. Mouth watering for a taste, Parker held out money, just for a chance to touch that silky smooth skin that was now on display.
His angel’s toned body slithered and swayed its way to him. Tucking the bill into the waistband of those gold pants, Parker made sure to let his finger graze Jesse’s skin. He felt Jesse shiver as he moved back to the center of the stage.
Someone pushed into Parker, trying to move him to get closer to the stage, but Parker wasn’t going anywhere. Growling at the man, he was pleased to see the drunk back off. Returning his gaze to Jesse, there was fire in those dark eyes just for him.
Delicate hands skimmed down that sweet body. Fingers teased along the waistband of his pants, before dipping inside. The crowd went wild, but Parker didn’t pay them any attention. All he knew was Jesse. His focus was on that gorgeous body, but especially those hands that were teasing him with the possibility of being able to see what was under those pants.
Like magic they were gone to reveal Jesse in a black leather thong with pink ribbon crisscrossing the center, just hiding that beautiful cock Parker knew was there. The slip of material left little to the imagination.
Several men started waving money trying to entice Jesse their way, but Jesse only had eyes for Parker. Crooking his finger, Parker called Jesse over to him.
He waved a hundred dollar bill when Jesse danced less than a foot away. His angel’s eyes lit up when he saw the money. But the men near Parker started reaching for Jesse. Hands started trying to grope what was Parker’s.
Not about to let anyone touch what was his, Parker jumped up on the stage and threw Jesse over his shoulder. Shouts of dismay followed them, but Parker never stopped until he’d found an empty dressing room.
Slamming the door he swung Jesse around so his back was against the hard wood. “Since I was the only one brave enough to carry you off that stage, Jesse Grant, I believe it’s my right to claim you.”
A wicked smile appeared on his angel’s face. “Then you better get to it before my fiancé finds out.”
Parker let out a chuckle. “If your fiancé was too stupid to not stick by your side all night long, then he deserves to lose you.” His mouth dropped onto Jesse’s with a smile.
Like a flame hitting gasoline, the kiss turned hot, burning them where they stood as they tried to devour each other. Already hard and aching, Parker’s hands went to the front of the thong and tried to work on the ties that held it together. But his fingers were just too big and uncoordinated.
Afraid he was making it worse, he ripped his mouth from Jesse’s. “Unless you want me to rip this off I suggest you get it untied.”
Desperate for more, their hands explored, clothes were removed and dropped at their feet. In minutes they were both completely naked, bodies rubbing along each other, cocks hot and hard. Zane’s hips jerked a few times as he rode Aidan’s thigh. A wet trail of pre-cum along his skin matched the one he left across Zane’s abdomen.
Aidan’s hands skimmed along Zane’s ribs, fingers counting each one on their way down. As he passed over Zane’s belly button, Aidan let one fingertip dip inside before continuing on his way to that beautiful prick.
“Oh, Aidan,” Zane moaned out throatily, as Aidan traced the thick vein that ran the length of his dick.
Silky heat greeted his hand eagerly, just as it always did. Not wanting to disappoint, Aidan gave that hot flesh several firm strokes. Zane’s grunts and moans told him his lover, no, make that fiancé, was enjoying what he was doing.
“You like that, baby? You like my hand on your cock?” he teased.
Zane bucked up into his hand. “You know I do. But I have to admit I’d prefer your mouth sucking the cum out of me.”
Damn. The need to drop to his knees and do exactly what Zane suggested was too great to ignore. The hardwood floor of their kitchen was unforgiving on his knees, but he dismissed it in favor of pleasing the man who was to be his forever.
Leaning in, Aidan inhaled Zane’s musky scent that held a hint of vanilla and cinnamon he used to make his famous cinnamon rolls. Addicted to Zane’s intoxicating scent, Aidan took another deep breath and moaned in ecstasy.
This was home to him. Zane was his world. The one person who, no matter how shitty his day was, could make him smile. But even more than that, Zane was the only person he wanted to spend his life with.
Salvia filled his mouth as he thought about getting a taste of his lover. Not one to deny himself what was offered, Aidan licked the thick vein that ran along the underside of Zane’s stalk. When he reached the tip, Aidan made sure to dip his tongue into the slit.
“Fuck,” Zane moaned as his fingers tugged gently on Aidan’s hair, sending a delicious zing of pain through his scalp.
Wrapping his lips around the crown, Aidan relished the way his lips stretched to accommodate his lover. Then he sank down all the way to the root. He moaned as Zane’s flavor soaked into him. As good as Zane’s pastry creations were, they had nothing on the man himself.
His own cock throbbed and leaked onto the floor. Aidan wasn’t going to last long. If he planned on fucking his fiancé, which he most certainly did, he needed to get Zane ready for him.
Snagging his jeans that thankfully had dropped less than a foot away, Aidan grabbed the single-use lube out of his pocket. They had learned early on, that they both needed to carry these, but they had also stashed tubes of lube all around the house. There was even some in one of the drawers of the island Zane was leaning against, but it was on the other side and Aidan didn’t want to stop to go get it.
He ripped open the packet and squeezed out a generous dollop. Too far gone to go slow, he pushed two fingers in deep. Zane grunted at the invasion, but his prick never flagged as Aidan’s mouth continued to bob up and down on it.
A third finger was added to the second the moment he felt those muscles start to loosen. Zane’s hands were gripping Aidan’s hair and tugging Aidan farther onto his dick. Knowing what the love of his life needed, Aidan twisted his fingers and slammed into his prostate.
One of Zane’s hands slammed down on the island as he screamed, “Aidan. Fuck.” That tasty piece of meat in his mouth, thickened moments before erupting to fill Aidan’s mouth with his cum.
As much as he wanted to get inside his love, Aidan didn’t stop swallowing until Zane was done. He gave that beautiful dick a kiss on the tip, then surged to his feet and spun Zane around to face the island.
Knowing his fiancé—damn but he loved that word—was still blissed out, Aidan quickly bent him forward so his hands were flat on the wood counter and his ass was high in the air.
With a gentle kiss to Zane’s shoulder, Aidan whispered, “I love you, Zane.” Then he pushed in deep. His body was strung tight, too tight to make it more than one, two, three thrusts before his orgasm was ripped from his body to fill Zane’s channel with his seed.
Panting heavily, he collapsed onto Zane’s back until he caught his breath. His heart was so full, Aidan swore it was going to explode with the love he felt for this man in his arms. Never in a million years did he think he’d find his future in this small southern town.
With his forehead pressed against Zane’s back he whispered, more to himself than Zane, “I can’t believe you said yes.”