Page 4 of Dangle

“You remember what I told you that first time?” he said, pulling me back to the present.

I nodded. He’d said, “There’s no need to get pissy, pretty boy.” And he’d said it with a smug smirk when he’d released my mouth.

It played in my head every time he took me apart because I needed something I hadn’t been able to find yet, and him forcing me out of my head was the only thing that could screw it on right. I’d wanted to punch him in his stupid ass smug fucking face, but I couldn’t because he wasn’t wrong.

From that point on, Ewen Grigor and I became inseparable: teammates, best friends, occasional lovers, but nothing more. We’d discovered kink together: exploring, testing limits, and sharing partners. And we loved one another. Deeply. Just not like that. It would’ve been so fucking easy if we aligned.

But we didn’t.

“Meet me in the office.”

“Ewen…” I protested, or started to, even though I knew he was right.

“Don’t even. Go.”

Nodding, I ducked my head, walking away from the bar toward the office as ordered, need itching under my skin. At the office door, I keyed the code into the pad, hating myself for needing this. But when I couldn’t find the kink or the person I needed to scratch the itch just right…

Inside, I stripped, folded my clothes…

The sounds of the club washed over me as the door opened and closed. “The folding clothes thing always gets me.”

“Shut up.”

His body crowded mine, his mouth dropped to my neck. Biting and sucking sounds, along with my moans, almost covered the crinkle of foil tearing and then the plasticsnickof the lube cap being flicked open.

“Is this what you want?”

The words whispered over my heated flesh, stealing my breath, and I nodded. His hand gripped my chin, twisted my head, and held it there until I met his eyes. “Yes. I want this. I need it.”

His mouth covered mine. His tongue buried itself as deep as possible. The man kissed with his whole fucking body. He wrenched his lips from mine when the need for oxygen overtook the need to continue.

“Good. Safe words?”

“Red, yellow, green.” Simple worked best.

“Present yourself,” he growled, pressing me forward.

Cool leather pressed against my torso as I folded myself along the back of one of the two sofas we had in the office. Reaching back, I spread my ass for him.

“So fucking beautiful.”

Praise did nothing for me, receiving anyway, but giving it fed Ewen’s soul. And mine as well.

“Fuck!” My yell came out in a gasp. Ewen chuckled. His face buried between the globes of my ass. Strong and insistent, his tongue danced over my furled flesh, poking at it, caressing it before nipping and sucking at me.

Our choreography assaulted my senses.

The onslaught moved up over my tailbone.

Ewen’s mouth tickled along my spine to my shoulders.

Leather moved against metal even as he tried to overwhelm me. The heavy buckle of his belt bounced against one hamstring and the leather against the other.

Thick, slick fingers pressed against my still wet, tongue-bathed ass, pushing forward, spearing me open, stealing my breath.

Desperate. He made me desperate—more than I had been.

I pressed back into him.