Risking the Shot (Stick Side #4) - Amy Aislin Page 0,39
to the middle of the table, took off his apron, and fell into a chair, stretching out his neck left and right. Tay came around the table to get a look at the cake from the front.
“So cool,” he muttered. “Can I take a picture?”
“Sure.” Dakota’s arm came around his waist, guiding him onto his knee. Tay’s hands immediately went slick around his phone, and he had a vision of it slipping out of his hands and onto the cake.
Not good.
He leaned back into Dakota’s chest to leave extra space between himself and the cake, just to be sure.
“Here.” Dakota handed him his phone. “Can you take one with mine too so I can send it to Calder?”
Pictures taken, Dakota reached for his scotch on the table and took a sip.
“What are you drinking today?” Tay asked, remembering the first time he’d spotted Dakota drinking scotch in the infamous coatroom. He’d never been turned on by trying someone’s drink before, but the way Dakota’s eyes had heated when Tay had placed his lips over the outline of his own on the glass . . .
Tay’s cock plumped just thinking about it.
“Ten-year-old Pike Creek,” Dakota whispered in his ear, shooting goosebumps up Tay’s spine. “Canadian whiskey. Want a taste?” Warm lips landed on the back of his neck.
Tay groaned, head falling forward. “God. Your mouth should be illegal.”
Teeth scraped the skin between his neck and shoulder.
“Jesus.”
Dakota’s arm around his waist was solid. The kisses and nips on his neck were wet and sensuous. When Dakota reached around to cup his jaw in one big hand, angling his face backward so Dakota could take his mouth?
Sexiest thing ever.
Dakota tasted like whiskey—smooth, sweet, and a little bit of spice. His fingers on Tay’s jaw were firm and controlling in a way that had blood pumping through Tay’s veins. What was it about sexual confidence in a guy that was so goddamn sexy?
“How’s it taste?” Dakota murmured against his lips.
“Sweet. Like vanilla and maple syrup.” He placed a small kiss at the corner of Dakota’s mouth. “Undertones of spice.” A kiss on the other corner. “And very, very naughty.”
He barely got a chance to suck in a breath before Dakota was kissing him again, forcefully, his other hand trailing down to cup Tay’s erection through his jeans, and fuck. Pleasure radiated outward into his toes. Tay ripped his mouth away to swear incoherently.
“Please tell me you’ve finished your reading,” Dakota said.
“Reading?” Lifting himself up, Tay turned to straddle Dakota’s lap. “What reading?”
Erections pressed together, Tay’s mouth crashed down on Dakota’s with absolutely zero finesse. Dakota made a sexy-as-sin sound, part groan part whine, hands diving down Tay’s sides to grasp his ass.
“Yes,” Dakota muttered when Tay started to move. “Fuck yes, keep going.”
Tay didn’t stop. He couldn’t. He wanted to get their pants off and take both of their hard cocks in his hand, sink to his knees, and suck Dakota off, but some part of his brain must’ve still been working—he remembered a child was sleeping upstairs. They shouldn’t even be frotting in a dining room chair. But hey—if Dakota wasn’t putting a stop to it, Tay wasn’t about to.
“Can you come like this?” he asked.
“Are you kidding?” Dakota’s head fell onto the high-backed chair. “Considering how long it’s been . . .” He squeezed Tay’s ass, nudging him closer over the edge. “Can you?”
“No problem,” Tay said, lips trailing up Dakota’s neck. “Just the scent of scotch on you makes me hard.”
Tay shifted on Dakota’s thighs, changing the angle. Dakota hissed between his teeth, face flushing a pretty pink, and then he stiffened under Tay, throwing his head back with a muffled groan. The sight of him coming undone was too much for Tay, and he slumped onto Dakota’s chest as he came in his underwear.
Dakota’s hands found their way under Tay’s T-shirt to stroke his bare back, as if he were taming an animal. Tay kind of felt like one, wild and uninhibited.
Tucking his face into Tay’s neck, Dakota said, “I’m going to have to remember that thing about the scotch.”
Tay’s fingers gripped Dakota’s hair, bringing his mouth back to his. “I really hope you do.”
Later, much later than he’d planned, after the Uber dropped him off at Dean and Grey’s and he’d crept up the stairs of a silent house, he dropped back onto the bed, arms and legs akimbo, and fell asleep with a smile on his face.
It wasn’t often that Tay panicked about a first date.