If Augie had any idea how badly I wanted to fuck him, he probably would have burst into tears and called the police. My entire body was buzzing with the need to be inside him. I couldn’t remember ever wanting someone as much as I wanted him.

I’d been with all kinds of men in my life, but never had I been with one I felt so conflicted about. I wanted to fuck him, I wanted to take care of him, I wanted to lock him up in a tall tower and never let him out into the big bad world. There were other things too. I wanted to ask him more about his childhood, his work, why he was so easily spooked. I wanted to watch him sleep for fuck’s sake. And my newfound obsession with him was confusing the hell out of me.

But if there was one thing that Saint Wilde was good at, it was sex. Sex, I could do. Sex, I understood. So sex is what we would do.

As I carried him back to his room, I enjoyed squeezing his round ass cheeks through his pants. “God, your ass,” I grumbled against his ear. “I want to get these fucking pants off you.”

Augie was trembling in my arms before I dropped him down on his bed and leaned over the top of him. “Talk to me,” I said. “I don’t want to do anything you don’t want to do.”

His deer-caught-in-headlights look softened, and his mouth turned up in a small smile. “You’re hot as shit. Do people stop you in public just to tell you that?”

I couldn’t help but bark out a laugh. “Not usually, no.”

“Liar,” he said with a grin.

“It may have happened in a club once or twelve times,” I said with a wink. “But beer goggles are common in clubs too, you know?”

Augie shrugged. “No, I don’t know. I’ve never been to a nightclub.”

I sat back on my heels and stared at him. “Really? I don’t mean just gay clubs. You’ve never been to any kind of dance club?”

His face flushed. “No. I’m kind of boring, actually.”

“Bullshit,” I said. “You’re not boring just because you haven’t been to a club before.”

Augie brought his hands up to the hem of my shirt and snuck fingers under it to explore the hair on my belly. His touch sent all thoughts of clubs skittering to the winds and made my dick wake up. Way up.

“Fuck,” I breathed. “Baby, what are we doing?” The man literally had ten seconds to tell me to leave before I attacked him.

“Take off your clothes, Saint.”

My eyes almost rolled back in my head as I punched out a sigh of relief and reached over my shoulder for a handful of shirt. Once mine was off, I reached for his and stripped it from him, running an appreciative palm up his front to the small, intricate key hanging from a chain around his neck.

“What’s this?”

“Key to the—” He sucked in a loud breath as I teased his small nipple with my tongue. “T-the slope. The box thing. Whatever. Keep doing that.”

Augie sucked in another sharp breath as the nipple hardened in my mouth, and the sound went straight to my cock. I couldn’t help but arch my hips into him and grind, which only made more noises of pleasure escape him.

By the time my mouth moved from his nipples down to the trail of dark hair below his navel, his entire stomach was contracting and his hips were arching up for me. His fingers threaded into my hair, and he whimpered when my hands went to his fly to unfasten his button.

“Saint,” he breathed.

“Mmm?” I asked as my mouth followed the open fly down onto his briefs.

“Saint,” he gasped.

I quickly moved back and grabbed the legs of his pants and yanked them down, revealing small royal blue briefs with a wet spot on them. My mouth watered at the realization he’d been leaking precum already, and I was aching to get that cock down my throat.

I reached back up to the elastic band of the briefs but stopped to tease him a little bit. My mouth landed on the wet spot over his tip, and I mouthed his erection through the fabric. Moans from my own throat mixed with whimpers from his, and both of us seemed consumed in the same haze of lust.

Augie’s hips were punching up toward me in a desperate rhythm, and his hands began to clasp my hair tighter. I could tell he was fighting his instinct to force himself into my mouth, and seeing him at war with himself just turned me on even more.

I stripped off his underwear and tossed it on the floor before stalking back up the length of him to hover over his cock.

“Stop teasing me, motherfucker!” he cried out. The exclamation took me by surprise so much that I just stared at him with wide eyes. His own eyes widened and his hand clapped over his mouth before his entire body blushed splotchy red. “Oh my god,” he gasped.

We just stared at each other for a beat before we both burst out laughing. I tackled him midlaugh and crushed my mouth over his, thrusting my hard cock against his and grinding against him while I kissed the hell out of him. He managed to roll me over until he was on top, and his fingertips landed in my armpits.

“No, stop,” I said. “I was getting ready to suck you off before I was so rudely interrupted. Lie back, Mr. Pottymouth.” Remembering the sweet, reserved antiques geek calling me motherfucker made me laugh again.

Augie peered down at me. “You’re even cuter when you laugh. You should do it more often.” His face was serious when he spoke, and it sobered me.

“Thank you” was all I said. I rolled him over slowly, all joking gone now, and settled between his legs again. Our eyes locked together and stayed that way for several beats.

Something was happening. There was some kind of feeling going on between us, and it was a cross between scary/unknown and inevitable/perfect. I couldn’t define it but let it settle there and stay regardless.

Augie took a moment to remove his glasses and set them carefully on the bedside table. When he lay back on the bed, I stared some more. His eyes were filled with intensity, and his pupils were huge. There were no divots of stress on his face.

I started kissing him again, dropping light ones in a trail from his lips, past the old key, and down to his belly again until I was finally ready to take his cock in my mouth.

The crown was purple and lush, and my tongue tested the ridge around it while I waited to hear his reaction. I was rewarded with a whoosh of relief and excitement before I took his entire length into my mouth.

“Holy shit,” he cried. “Dear god, don’t stop. Please don’t fucking stop.”

I smiled around his cock before looking up at him and trying to tell him with my eyes that I was nowhere near ready to stop. In fact, quite the opposite. I had half a mind to edge him.

Once he saw the look on my face, he squeezed his eyes closed and dropped his head back onto the bed with a groan. His hands moved slowly from my hair to my cheeks and cupped gently around my jaws as I continued to lavish his gorgeous dick with attention.

I don’t know how long it went on for, but every time Augie got close to shooting, I backed off until all that was left of him was the whimpering of my name and a string of whispered pleas repeated over and over again.

I moved my mouth up next to the shell of his ear and brushed my lips over it, setting off a violent shudder in him. “You need to come, baby?” I whispered into his ear as I clasped my large hand around his cock and pulled once.

That’s all it took. He came with a strangled cry, hot fluid shooting across his stomach and all over my hand as I kept jacking him off through his release. More shudders racked his body as more spurts coated his abdomen. I’d thought I could hold off my own release until he was finished, but seeing him come apart pushed me over the edge. I reached a hand down to my own cock, using the slick fluid of Augie’s release to glide up and down on my shaft until I groaned and came onto his belly as well.

I couldn’t help but stare at the combined pools of our semen on his skin and rub it in to somehow cement this moment in time onto his body.

“Saint,” he breathed at last.

He was watching me from under heavy-lidded eyes, and I could tell he was within seconds of drifting off but was fighting it.

I leaned down to brush a light kiss over his mouth. “It’s okay. Let go. I’ll get you cleaned up,” I said softly.

His lips turned up in a half smile before he closed his eyes and surrendered.