When the man looked up and Jory saw his brilliant green eyes, he almost broke and ran from a belated onset of nerves, but the same compulsion pulling him towards the stranger wouldn’t let him leave. His reticence vanished under the waves of desire washing through his body. His lips tingled with the need to kiss the other man. Not naturally so forward, Jory frowned at his overwhelming fascination with the other man. Shaking his head, he ignored the little voice inside questioning his interest. He had one goal, and nothing would stop him from achieving it.
“Good afternoon.” The man’s voice, rich and deep, settled into Jory’s balls.
“Forgive me but I have to taste you,” Jory said right before he leaned down and took the man’s mouth with his own.
Divine.
The stranger’s flavor exploded over Jory’s tongue, sweet with a touch of masculine salt, hinting at sweaty pleasures. More, he wanted so much more.
Rough whiskers scraped his face as the kiss continued. Two large hands grabbed Jory’s ass, urging him closer until he sat on the man’s lap. When they finally ended the kiss, Jory was straddling the stranger’s hips and panting as if he’d finished a hard sword practice.
The erection pressed against his own let him know he wasn’t alone in his desire.
For a long moment, they stared at each other, breaths coming in gasps as they tried to regain their composure. Jory began to rise, but large hands grabbed him and pulled him back down.
“Don’t go.” The words were rough with need, the emerald gaze certain.
Jory leaned in for another kiss. His heart pounded hard against his chest when they finally broke apart. “I’m not leaving. I’m getting off your lap before I come in my pants like a teenage boy.”
Nipping at the thick, muscular neck earned him a satisfying growl. The sound vibrated beneath his lips, making them tingle along with every other part of his body. Jory forced his mouth away from the man’s tempting skin. “Name?” he panted. Full sentences were beyond him as his brainpower had traveled south for his erection.
“Val. What’s yours?”
“Jory,” he squeaked out as Val took a responding nip at his throat. Need pulsed through his body like a jolt of electricity. “Stop!”
“No,” Val growled.
“I’m going to cream my pants. You have to stop.”
Jory admired the smile on the other’s man’s face before reluctantly sliding off Val’s lap and settling across from the gorgeous creature, onto his own chair.
An adorable pout crossed the big man’s face.
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