he swallowed back the smooth and mellow scotch, the sherry lingering on his tongue.
“Want to taste?”
The words were barely out of his mouth before Tay was on him, pushing his tongue into his mouth, hands balling the front of his sweater. Dakota released a muffled groan into his mouth.
“Mm.” Tay licked his lips, forcing Dakota to follow the motion. “Nuts and . . .” The tip of his tongue touched his top lip. “Cinnamon?”
Dakota grunted an affirmative, his dick lengthening against Tay’s thigh.
Next up was The Macallan, a twelve-year-old double cask that smelled of creamy butterscotch with underlying hints of toffee apple, candied citrus, and vanilla. Tay’s eyes were half-lidded already. He didn’t move out of the way as Dakota poured, as he sniffed the yellowy liquid, as he drank. The tumbler was barely out of the way before Tay was kissing him again, licking his way into his mouth, those demanding hands of his pressing into Dakota’s lower back.
“Honey,” Tay said, ragged. “Woodsy. But also sweet?” He licked his lips, as though he could sweep up any lingering flavor.
God damn. What had Dakota been thinking with four samples? It’d only been two and he was already drunk on Tay.
Tay must’ve been able to read minds; he chuckled and kissed the underside of Dakota’s jaw. “We still have two more. What’s next?”
Groaning, Dakota let his head fall back. “You’re killing me.”
“You started it.” Tay shifted slightly, and his own erection butted up against Dakota’s.
“Jesus.” Lust thrummed through his veins, made his hands slip on the fresh-orange and mango Talisker Skye Single Malt, and he spilled a drop of the gold liquid onto the floor.
He couldn’t be bothered to care that he’d wasted good scotch.
Tay’s next kiss was a touch more frantic. Despite his earlier words, he too wanted to get this moving. Gripping the tumbler in one hand, Dakota clutched a fistful of Tay’s firm butt in the other.
Ripping his mouth away, Tay said, “God. Forget the Dalwhinnie. Just fuck me into the mattress already.”
Dakota had never been happier to have sent Andy to Calder’s for the night.
In the bedroom upstairs, they were a mess of uncoordinated limbs, tugging each other’s clothes off amid kisses and laughter. Sweaters were flung into a corner of the room; jeans and briefs hit the carpet. With the energy of youth, Tay threw himself on the bed, landing on his back, crooking a finger at Dakota, all decadent and ready.
Yes. All the yesses in the world.
Tay was all hard muscles and soft skin, limber and loose. Dakota lapped him up, kissed every inch of him, investigated every little beauty mark, until he had Tay squirming and pleading beneath him. It was a delicious sight—Tay’s head thrown back on a groan, lips parted, fingers clutching fistfuls of Dakota’s hair, legs spread wide. A flush crawled up his chest, hit his cheeks. He looked wanton and lush, and he was all Dakota’s to play with.
When was the last time Dakota had hooked up with a guy? A brief blowjob at a bar after his divorce was final and Calder had babysat Andy? He couldn’t remember and it didn’t matter; it was impossible for any past hookup—male or female—to be as beautiful or giving as Tay.
Tay flipped them, straddling Dakota’s thighs, erection pointing straight out. Dakota swore, his balls tingling, and latched onto Tay’s hips. His fingers would surely leave bruises. Tay didn’t notice or didn’t care, too busy gliding his hands over the hair on Dakota’s chest. Tay’s was baby smooth in comparison, accentuating the definition in his pecs, highlighting his eight pack, showcasing the soft curls below his belly button that framed a dick Dakota wanted his mouth on. Bad.
“Who knew you were cut like this under your clothes?” Tay said with a smirk. Leaning down, he nibbled Dakota’s neck, the underside of his jaw, one hand braced on the mattress, the other traveling south to cup Dakota’s sack.
“Fuck.” Liquid heat exploded in Dakota’s veins, scalding and rich. Pressure built as Tay kissed his way down Dakota’s abdomen, laved at his hipbones, placed gentle bites on his inner thigh. Then he was licking the underside of Dakota’s cock before taking it into his mouth, the slurping sound so outrageously sexy that Dakota nearly came right there.
“Fuck, Tay.” The tension in him was about to break. Hauling Tay up, he flipped them again, hand splayed along Tay’s jaw, holding his head back as he sucked along his collarbone.
“Kota.” Tay’s hands grasped at him, one of them