time, Ken took an immediate right turn and the music got louder as the place became more like the nightclub he had been expecting. There were more people than the cars in the lot made it seem to be. Cages hung from the ceiling in the center of the room and leather couches outlined the edges, giving people a place to sit while enjoying the view. There was a bar in one corner. An odd mixture of clothed and unclothed people littered the room. Some people wore collars while others were on a chain. Blatant sexual acts took place in the middle of it all with no one seeming to notice or care. There was a guy getting blown and not a soul paid them any attention. Brett caught sight of Roman and then he couldn’t see anything else. He knew the exact moment Roman spotted him. His face lit with an inner happiness that took Brett’s breath.
Ken motioned toward an empty loveseat closest to Roman’s cage. “Have a seat.”
Brett nodded and sat. His gaze never wavered from Roman. While wearing only a thong, Roman’s hips moved in time with the music inside his cage. He looked ten steps beyond sexy. Brett couldn’t believe Roman was his. It seemed surreal that they were together. There was so much happening around them, but Brett couldn’t see anything beyond Roman. If anyone there wanted Roman, Brett wouldn’t know, nor did he care. Roman belonged to him. He could feel it in his chest. Brett’s heartbeat thumped in his ears. His dick stirred with no permission from his brain. Roman tempted him like no one else ever had. He wanted the world to know Roman belonged to him.
“May I buy you a drink?”
It took Brett a minute to realize the offer was meant for him. He glanced over and into the lightest eyes he had ever seen. Brett opened his mouth to respond and Roman was there, brushing the man aside. “He’s here with me.”
The light-eyed man immediately turned away, seeming to almost bow out—like recognizing he didn’t stand a chance against Roman. Brett didn’t care about any of that right now. Roman looked sexy and he was barely dressed. Nothing but a few strings of material stood between Brett and paradise. Brett crooked his finger and pointed at his lap. Roman didn’t hesitate to obey. He straddled Brett the way he had before leaving for work. A fine sheen of sweat made his body glisten. Brett wanted to feel him.
“I just realized something,” Brett said as he ran his hands across Roman’s waist, savoring the sensation of his slick skin. “Last night, I told you I wanted to see if you could take it the way you boasted, but you didn’t try.”
A wicked light entered Roman’s eyes. “Don’t threaten me with a good time. I’m unapologetically vers.”
Brett smirked. “Me too.”
“Goddamn,” Roman growled, moving even closer. “I knew you were perfect.” He claimed Brett’s mouth and something inside Brett released. Some part of him that he kept hidden sprang loose. His fingers dove inside Roman’s thong. He massaged, getting him hard until he could pump at Roman’s cock, expecting results. It was like they were alone, but there was still a small part of Brett’s brain that stayed aware they were surrounded by people. He just didn’t give a fuck.
“I want to fuck you right here.”
Roman’s head shot up as Brett growled the words against his lips. He glanced around furiously, going as far as to lean to one side of the loveseat. A triumphant smile lit his face. “I thought they kept this place stocked, but I almost got worried.” He flashed a condom and sample-sized lube at Brett. “Ask and you shall receive.”
Brett licked his lips. Even with Roman’s dick already in his hand, Brett questioned himself. He had gotten caught up in the moment, but now things seemed a little nuts. Until Roman kissed him again, that is. Brett forgot to be embarrassed. The front of his pants loosened. Roman openly stroked him with the same enthusiasm Brett had shown while setting Roman’s cock free.
Roman’s mouth moved to Brett’s neck. He sucked and licked while rolling a condom down Brett’s length. “Don’t worry,” he said as he coated the condom in lube. “I won’t let anyone see you.”
Brett thought that was an odd thing to say, but Roman shifted positions shoved his thong aside and impaled himself on Brett’s cock. Brett’s head fell back against the couch as pleasure rolled