Page 21 of Bad to the Bone
Alex looked at his watch, surprised to see it was after nine o’clock. They were the last customers remaining. “I didn’t realize it had gotten this late.” He reached for his wallet, but Ricky Lee shook his head.
“This is my treat.”
“Are you sure? We can split the check.”
“I think I can afford it,” Ricky Lee said, handing Señor Iñiguez several twenties and waving him off when he would have made change. “Gracias por su servicio.”
The temperature had dropped significantly by the time they left the restaurant. A cool breeze raised goose bumps on Alex’s arms and ruffled Ricky Lee’s hair as they walked the few blocks back to the hotel. “Do you want to come inside?” Ricky Lee asked. “I’m sure I can find you another beer in the minibar.”
A shiver that had nothing to do with the evening chill ran through Alex. “Yes,” he said softly. “I’d like that.” The rest of the way to the hotel, he felt a charge of awareness, of anticipation, growing between them. Everything Ricky Lee had told him only increased his respect for what he had overcome to become the man he was. The man Alex wanted.
As soon as they reached the room and the door closed behind them, Alex spun Ricky Lee around and kissed him. Tonight it was his turn to press against Ricky Lee, claiming his mouth. Ricky Lee opened to Alex’s tongue, humming his approval as Alex learned the contours of lips and teeth and palate.
The feel of Ricky Lee hardening against him was enticing, but Alex had more to explore, and for that, he needed greater access than holding Ricky Lee trapped against the door allowed him. The couch in the suite’s living area would serve, so he drew back enough to nod in its direction. “Over there.”
“I thought you wanted another beer.” Ricky Lee’s eyes were dancing as he made a move toward the refrigerated minibar.
Alex held him back, pleased to see that he could hold his own against Ricky Lee physically. “You don’t drink. I don’t want to make you taste any more of it than I’ve already had.” He steered them in the direction of the couch, his hands on Ricky Lee’s shoulders, until the back of his knees hit the cushions. Sitting, he pulled Ricky Lee with him and twisted until they sat beside each other.
“I wondered if you’d want to take control,” Ricky Lee said when Alex leaned forward, bearing them both against the couch’s bolster for another kiss.
“Is that a problem?” Alex asked, running a hand over Ricky Lee’s hair, which was as silky to the touch as it looked.
Ricky Lee shook his head, and the strands beneath Alex’s hand slid through his fingers. “I hoped you might. I like someone who can give as good as he gets.”
That assurance was arousing, even if it spoke to Ricky Lee being much more experienced than Alex. It shouldn’t be surprising—he’d lived out and proud since his teens, while Alex’s encounters were limited to a few guys in college before he’d met Katie. And though he’d gotten off, none of them had moved him, making him wonder how strong his attraction to guys really was. Now he knew—his desire for Ricky Lee was more powerful than he’d felt for anyone, man or woman.
“Then let me give this to you.” Alex let his lips follow the column of Ricky Lee’s throat, tracing the muscles he’d watched swallowing earlier. Ricky Lee’s Adam’s apple bobbed, and Alex closed his teeth over it gently, winning a groan that vibrated against his mouth.
“Oh hell yes,” Ricky Lee growled when Alex began to slip free the buttons of his shirt. He lowered his head as he went, tasting the skin as he bared it. Ricky Lee’s chest was smooth and warm beneath his lips. When the last button popped open, he tugged the shirttails out of Ricky Lee’s jeans and pushed the panels apart to admire what he’d found.
“Like what you see?” Ricky Lee shifted to spread his legs, and Alex slid to the floor to kneel between them.
“Oh hell yes,” he echoed. Ricky Lee’s nipples, copper pennies against his olive skin, called to Alex, and he bent to lap at first one and then the other.
Ricky Lee threaded a hand into Alex’s hair and held his head in place. “Bite them.” Alex closed his teeth over a pebbled nub, bracing himself against Ricky Lee’s thighs. When he bit down lightly, he could feel the muscles beneath his palms tighten. He nipped harder and let Ricky Lee’s hand guide his head back and forth across his chest until both nipples were taut and wet.
After dropping a soothing kiss on each tip, Alex moved down Ricky Lee’s abdomen, licking and nibbling until he ran into the barrier of his jeans. He glanced up as he worked at the belt and zipper by feel. Ricky Lee’s head was thrown back, his legs splayed, one hand combing through Alex’s hair. It was the hottest thing Alex had ever seen.
When Alex freed Ricky Lee’s cock through the split in his black knit boxers, Ricky Lee looked down, his eyes hooded, fingers gripping Alex’s skull. “Do it.”
Alex lapped at the crown of Ricky Lee’s cock, the saltiness whetting his hunger for more. He closed his mouth over the head and slid down, taking in as much of the shaft as he could. When his nose bumped the neatly trimmed black hair at the base, the musky odor made his own cock jump. He inhaled deeply and pulled up almost to the tip and then back down again, finding a rhythm that made Ricky Lee buck up against him and groan.
Alex fumbled with his own zipper as he tried to take Ricky Lee deeper, suck harder, draw more of those deliciously debauched sounds from Ricky Lee’s throat. When Ricky Lee froze with a curse and filled his mouth, it only took a stroke or two of Alex’s hand to follow him.
He sat on his heels, struggling for breath, until Ricky Lee took him by the shoulders and pulled him back onto the couch. “Your turn now.”
“Watching you come was too damn sexy,” Alex confessed. “I couldn’t wait.”
Ricky Lee brought Alex’s closed hand to his mouth, peeled open the fingers, and licked the palm. Then he pulled Alex into a hard, deep kiss, mingling both their tastes.
“You’re not getting away with that next time,” Ricky Lee warned.
Alex could live with that if it meant there would be at least one more time.
