Chad wanted a little payback. And he also wanted his hands on Owen.
…
Chad’s footsteps were right behind him. Owen could hear them, and he could smell whatever soap Chad used, and it was making him dizzy.
He didn’t even know where he was going. He just had to…get away. Collect his thoughts. Figure out why this guy turned him on and infuriated him all at the same time. He stopped along the back wall of the bookstore and stared at the historical section.
He didn’t read historicals.
He cursed himself for visiting this stupid bookstore on his stupid lunch break. He could be safe in his office right now, eating a pepperoni Hot Pocket. But no, he had to pick up a book and run into the only guy he’d wanted to fuck in over a year.
Owen closed his eyes as the heat of Chad’s body seared him from behind. Chad was standing close, really close, a kind of close that meant he wanted it to lead further.
Something hard brushed Owen’s ass. It could have been Chad’s hands or his hip or, God forbid, his hard cock. Owen swallowed and closed his eyes, willing himself to maintain control.
But it was difficult with Chad’s smell and heat all around him.
And then Chad’s breath was at Owen’s ear, hot and wicked. “On Saturday, you sure got to talk a lot, but you wanna know what?”
Shit, this was exactly what he’d wanted to avoid. A Chad who wanted payback. “What?” His voice sounded foreign in his ears.
“I didn’t get to tell you how I’d fuck you.”
Owen gulped. “Oh.”
“And I’ve got all kinds of thoughts about it. Wanna hear them?”
No.
Owen nodded.
Damn it.
There was a pause, and that moist breath sent a shiver racing down Owen’s spine. “I’d have you kneel in front of me. I’d take off those glasses, because we wouldn’t want them to get broken, right? And I’d tangle my fingers in that perfect, slicked-back blond hair of yours, and tell you to open your mouth. And you would, wouldn’t you? You’d open for me if I asked.”
Owen didn’t move, couldn’t move. Chad had rendered him motionless with just his heated words in his ear. He itched to bend his knees and do exactly what the man was describing.
“And then I’d slip my cock between those lips, and you’d love it. You’d moan as soon you got that first taste of me. You’d love it, Owen. Fucking love it.”
Yes. Yes.
“But I wouldn’t come yet, oh, no. I’d fuck your mouth until your lips were wet and swollen. You’d be so fucking hard for me. And then I’d lay you on the bed. You’d grip the frame while I put your legs on my shoulders, bend you in half, and then fuck you until you didn’t know your name. Until the only word you could say was Chad. And when I was done, you’d look so fucked out, with your messy hair and clothes, everyone would know you just had the fuck of your life.”
Owen’s throat was dry. His eyes stung because he hadn’t blinked for a good minute. He hurt so fucking bad, and now escape was the last thing on his mind. With his cock painfully hard in his pants and Chad’s words ringing in his ears, all he could think about was getting the man alone. Maybe naked. He risked a glance to the side. There was a door along the back wall of the store. Of course it was marked Employees Only.
Normally, Owen would break into hives thinking about entering a door that was clearly marked as off-limits, but he wasn’t sure he was going to get through another day without the taste of Chad.
He shifted his gaze back to the books in front of him as fingers curled around his hip. He sucked in a breath as the stubble on Chad’s cheek brushed his neck. “But that’s not going to happen, is it?” Chad asked. Those fingers were moving now, over the leather of Owen’s belt. “So sad to think about how hot we could have been together, ya know?” The fingers brushed against the front of his pants, right over his fly, and Owen couldn’t stop his hips—couldn’t fucking stop them—from surging forward.
Chad’s hand froze, and then Owen’s earlobe was sucked into a wet heat. He groaned, as softly as he was able, as Chad’s hand cupped his hard, aching cock through his pants. “I knew it,” Chad said. “So fucking hard for me, O.” Chad pressed against his back, so Owen felt the other man’s hard length against his ass. “Feel that? I’m hard, too. There’s a door right there. What do you say we do something about this?”
And then he squeezed Owen’s cock.
That was it. That was all it took for Owen to mutter, “Fuck the sign,” and stumble forward.
The door wasn’t locked, and Owen tumbled inside, Chad at his back. Owen flipped a switch that illuminated the small room to show they were in nothing more than a small supply closet. But it didn’t matter, because Owen’s back was against the closed door, and Chad was pressed against his front. Chad pinned Owen’s wrists to the wall on either side of his head and then…