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“I don’t want to scare you off. You’re worth taking my time.”

“You’re very romantic.”

I kissed the center of his chest. “I try.” Then moved to his tempting little nipple. I flicked my tongue over it, then scraped it with my teeth. Colin wiggled beneath me, and my cock moved from half-chub to full, raging hard-on. I lowered myself so he could feel it. “See how hard you make me, though? You’re irresistible, Colin.”

“Oh…” His hands went down my back, then under my shirt. “Maybe, uh…take this off.”

I leaned up and yanked my shirt off. Colin immediately rubbed his hands over the muscles of my chest. “Nice…”

“Touch all you want, Colin.”

“You make me hard, too, Rourke. You know?”

“I can take care of that for you.” I wanted nothing more right then than to make my boy squirm, to bring him pleasure, and to watch him come apart as he shot off. “Say yes.”

“Rourke…yes…”

I unbuttoned his shorts and shuffled them down enough to reach in and pull his dick out. The head was a perfect little helmet. I rubbed my finger over it, stroking the front, down his shaft. I dipped my head to collect the pre-cum dripping from the top. “You taste divine.” I gripped the bottom, pulling it away from his body, and slid my lips over him, taking him down to where I held him, touching my knuckle.

Colin gasped as I sucked and slid up and down. The smooth glide quickly turned into a slurping, desperate race. Colin’s hips flexed, but he didn’t push up hard. I wanted him to lose that control. I stopped and yanked his shorts lower, below his knees. Then I spread his legs and looked my fill. His balls were plump and starting to tighten. I lifted them to see his taint and his crack, but his hole was still hidden. I’d leave that for another time. Instead, I moved on him again and licked his balls, sucking them into my mouth and rubbing my tongue over each of them, one at a time. That made him squirm more. And that became the chant inside my head, “More, more, more…”

Again, I sucked his exquisite cock as far down my throat as I could without choking. Deepthroating wasn’t in my skillset, but I got a lot of him in. I grabbed his base and went at it again. When he started flexing this time, I slid my fingers down to his balls, tickling the bottom of them with the pads of my fingers. Then he finally let go and punched up into my mouth with a loud moan. “Soo…ugh…good…Rourke…”

When he got to my name, pride swelled in my chest. I wanted to be the only one to make him feel like this. My chant changed to, “Mine, mine, mine…”

I used my tongue and fingers and suction, letting him fuck up into my mouth. He grabbed the side of my head and pumped his hips until he squirted hard and fast without warning. He moaned so loud that I thought he would go hoarse. His bodyslumped on the couch. “Rourke, oh…damn, I’m sorry I didn’t warn you. That was…”

“It’s okay, baby boy. You did exactly what I wanted you to do.”

I lowered my body on top of him, careful of how much weight I let him carry, but I needed to be over him. Needed to claim him.

“You want me to do you?”

“No. Next time. Just relax.”

“Oh. But…”

“Shh…” I propped up on my elbow to watch him. His eyes drooped, then closed and, in another minute, he was snoozing. I loved how he reacted. I got up and pulled his shorts off his ankles, then covered him with a quilt. “Sleep well, baby boy.” I kissed his forehead.

The hardest thing I had ever had to do was walk away from him. But he’d let me suck him off. And he was comfortable enough to sleep afterward. I took that as a giant win.

The club looked fantastic. The investors Braxton found helped him out a lot, but I didn’t know too much about that. What I did know was this was a more relaxing place to hang out. It used to be dark and grungy, but now it was moody but welcoming. Their designer was fantastic. I heard they used an unknown from New York, but I didn’t put too much stock in rumors. Whoever it was did a fantastic job, from the artwork to the booths and even the bar. Everything was classy.

And the clientele had turned up in true Afterglow spirit. So much leather. I preferred black denim and a white button-up with a black gothic-retro suspender type of harness. The leather went over the edges of my shoulders and split under the arm tofasten at the hip, but in the back, it trailed upward to a metal ring. Understated but still BDSM style.

The bar was a work of art but also completely functional. I sidled up and ordered a vodka martini. I didn’t plan on playing in the back, so a drink or two should be fine. The same rules as ever applied to the back rooms. No playing intoxicated. That hadn’t changed. Braxton knew what he was doing.

And as I thought of him, he turned up at my side. “Rourke. Good to see you.” Braxton clasped my hand firmly. “What do you think?”

I pretended to look around as if I hadn’t already. “Really turned out great. I like it. But what the fuck do I know?”

Braxton bumped into my shoulder. “Shut up. You can see value in anything. I know that.”

“Okay, true. But seriously. Good job.” I held up my glass. “To a fabulous reopening!”

“Ahh…I’ll take that, but I’m not drinking.” He held up a water bottle and touched my glass with the top of it.

Colin and Andy showed up before Braxton could escape, and Andy was all over him. “Braxton, baby. This place looks fantastic. I love it. Love it.” He was practically bouncing on his toes.

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