stroking him and he was stroking me, and the thought of finally having my hands on him and him having his hands on me… Fuck.
Oh my God. What I wouldn’t have given for him to want me as bad as I wanted him.
Marques
One stroke, and I was almost ready to go off. I was no minute man, but…Armin. I didn’t know if it was because I was newly single and ready to go on the prowl, or if I had just finally dropped any pretense of keeping my head together around Armin. It didn’t matter right now that he had a girlfriend. Not while I was this hard and this needy and this ready to fucking lose it.
I could’ve had you.
I barely stopped myself from groaning with both hunger and frustration. We should’ve given it a try way back when. Except we’d been younger. We’d probably have wrecked it somehow, and I would’ve lost him. Could we make it work now that we were older?
Who knew? And it didn’t matter, because…
I almost let go of a frustrated sound, and I didn’t know why I bothered holding it back. It wasn’t like there was anyone else here. Armin was in the next room. On the other side of this wall. He might’ve been in his bed. But he wasn’t here, and damn it, I wanted him to be.
I would never in a million years interfere with his and Tanya’s relationship, but Jesus, if he were single again and he told me he wanted me, it’d be on. No hesitation. I wanted him so bad I could taste him, and passing up my chance with him years ago was the biggest mistake I’d ever made.
Fuck, Armin.
I squeezed my eyes shut as I tightened my grip on myself.
What would you do if you knew how much I want you?
Armin
I pumped myself hard enough to make my elbow ache, and I suppressed what promised to be a loud moan. Just thinking about having Marques next to me, even if he was just lying there, naked, gazing at me with eyes that said all this desire was mutual, that would’ve been enough to drive me wild.
If he touched me…
If he kissed me…
If this were his hand and not mine…
If he were on top, riding my cock while I stroked his for all I was worth…
“Oh God,” I whispered as my back arched off the headboard. Marques on top of me? Taking me deep and gasping every time I bottomed out? Fuck. Fuck!
I was so close. Right on the edge. So close to coming and wishing like hell I really would be coming inside Marques’s perfect ass.
I bit my lip.
Squeezed my eyes shut.
Arched off the headboard.
My hips jerked.
And—
“Oh my God!”
Marques
The barely audible squeak of a bed frame and the muffled sound of Armin’s voice threw me over the edge so hard I couldn’t make a sound at all. Cum erupted on my hand and my stomach, my strokes turning slick and hot, and then I slumped back against the headboard.
Jesus.
I hadn’t come like that in eons. Not even when someone else was involved.
Breathing hard, my hand still loosely around my now sensitive dick, I stared up at the ceiling in a daze.
Goddamn, Armin.
If Tanya weren’t in the picture, I would rock your fucking world.
Armin
I could barely catch my breath. I needed to get up and clean myself off, but…in a minute.
For now, I let my head keep spinning and those ridiculously sexy fantasies keep tumbling through my brain.
I was single now. I could pursue anyone I wanted.
But the only person I wanted was that sexy man in the next room. And of course, he had a boyfriend.
Sighing as some disappointment joined my post-orgasmic lethargy, I closed my eyes and leaned against the headboard.
I swear, Marques.
If Chad ever leaves, just say the word.
Chapter 9
Marques
As we followed the GPS south from Calais toward Zoe Neelan’s house, I had no idea what to expect. After all, artists could be eccentric creatures, and there was really no telling how someone lived by looking at their art.
Take Leon Bridges. The guy was a genius painter whose Baroque-style work was in every art museum worth visiting (yes, including that one), and he wore tweed suits and looked like a university professor. Everyone expected him to live in some fancy Victorian style place that smelled like oil paint and mothballs. I didn’t know a single person who read the article on him last year and wasn’t shocked to find out he lived in