else, but I was too afraid to explore that line of thought. The pup play had just added another dimension to fucking around with him, but as legitimate as that relationship was, it didn’t make him my boyfriend. If I didn’t stop acting like it did, I was going to have to have an honest discussion about what our relationship had become.
When I asked myself why that thought was so unsettling, I realized it wasn’t about the prospect of things changing between us. If I was being honest, the idea of being in an actual relationship with Chaz was exciting. It was just the fact that if we did take that leap and it didn’t work out…
Fuck it, I’d figure it out another day. Right now, still high on adrenaline and the energy rush of the crowd, I just wanted to kiss him and fuck him and worry about what it all meant later.
Sure enough, he was in the dressing room and when I came in, he was already pulling his shirt over his head. His lean back glistened with a thin sheen of sweat that made me want to lick him dry. His eyes widened in surprise when he saw me. Or maybe the look on my face was as ravenous as the thoughts in my head. Either way, he jolted a little when the door slid shut, and I stalked over, taking him into my arms and kissing him like it was punishment for every time a snarky comment had come from those full lips.
Chaz’s startled cry soon turned into a moan as my tongue swept into his mouth and his body sank against mine. He wrapped his arms around my neck and I lifted him onto the dressing room table. I made quick work of his jeans, and I was pretty sure I made one of the holes in them bigger, but he’d find a way to forgive me.
“Raf,” he breathed, pulling away to look at me with a glimmer of amusement in his eyes. “What’s the rush?”
“I’ve been waiting to do this all day,” I admitted, leaning in to kiss his neck. If he wanted to take things a bit slower, I’d find a way to survive. He turned to putty in my arms when my tongue found that spot under his earlobe he liked, and then he started unbuttoning my jeans.
“The others might come in,” he protested, even as he reached down to grip my already stiff cock. I didn’t have lube, which was a bit of an oversight considering I’d been fixated on this all day, but I did have a lubricated condom in my pocket. My jeans were still on, just undone, so I grabbed it and put it on easily enough, even though it felt like a tedious process.
“Don’t care,” I answered, positioning myself at his entrance as he brought his right foot up onto the dresser for better access. I paused. “Do you?”
His response was to fist his hands in my shirt and drag me closer, crushing his lips to mine as I penetrated him. Our moans mingled in perfect harmony as he wrapped his legs around my waist and I drove in until I was balls-deep in his tight ass.
Our tongues tangled for a few blissful minutes before our mutual desperation won out over tenderness and I started thrusting into him hard and fast. His gasps of pleasure guided me into his spot even though it was a new angle. I’d fucked him on tables before, and couches, and just about every piece of furniture but a dressing table. At some point, we needed to make a bingo card just to keep track.
“Rafael!” My name came out in a single whispered breath, and I knew he was enjoying himself if he was using my full first name. His head fell back against the mirror, which was already slamming into the wall with enough force it was in danger of breaking.
Oh, well. What was seven years of bad luck in comparison to seven minutes of heaven?
“Fuck, yeah,” he panted, his nails digging into my back, turning me on even more. “Right there. Right…” he trailed off, transitioning from words to an unintelligible murmur as his eyes fluttered shut in bliss.
Right when I could tell he was about to come, and I wasn’t far behind him, the door creaked open behind us.
Son of a bitch.
I didn’t care who it was. In that moment, I fucking hated their guts. I was tempted to