Chapter Fifteen
The next night, Sailo shut the VIP lounge door behind us, and before the latch had even clicked, we were all over each other.
“We should just reserve this place one of these days,” I said between frantic kisses one night. “If we’re gonna keep coming up here…”
Sailo laughed against my lips as he slid his hands under my shirt. “Yeah, but this place doesn’t come cheap. And I don’t think they rent it out for what we do with it.”
“Has anybody figured out what we do up here?”
He dipped his head and kissed my neck. “You really think we’re the only ones who use it like this?”
“Big shock.”
“Right?”
“Do they actually use this room?” I panted. “Or do the employees just use it for, uh, private functions?”
Sailo laughed. “They have parties up here sometimes. But yeah, I think the employees use it more than anyone. I don’t even know how many times one of the bartenders has been caught up here with his husband. But I mean, his husband’s a bouncer, so they’re both here. Can’t really blame them for taking advantage.”
“I’d say we could kick them out if they ever beat us to it, but if he’s a bouncer…maybe not.”
“Eh, he’s a pussycat. Knowing them, they’d just ask us to join them.”
“Oh?” I grinned against his lips. “Might be worth a shot.”
“Mmhmm.” He started kissing his way down my neck. “And I’m pretty sure plenty of people have been up here.” He pressed a light kiss below my ear. “The shift manager and his husband had a fight a few months ago, and rumor has it, they had makeup sex up here and busted one of the tables.”
“Wow. That’s some serious makeup sex.”
He laughed, sliding his hands up my back as he kissed beneath my jaw. “It was a pretty big fight by their standards.”
“They still together?”
“Oh yeah. Jon and Liam will be together until they’re dead. But you know how it is—sometimes people argue.”
“For that kind of makeup sex, it almost sounds worth it.”
“Right?” He lifted his head and met my gaze, his eyes gleaming with lust. “But I kind of like skipping the fighting and going right to the fucking.”
“I love the way you think.”
“Thought you would.”
“Mmhmm. Come here.” He led me to the booth and took a seat, gesturing for me to join him. I’d barely settled on the bench beside him before we were kissing again, arms around each other and bodies pressed as close as they could be with all these clothes in the way.
I cupped the front of his pants, and Sailo groaned into my kiss. He put his hand over mine and pushed on it, pressing my palm against his hard-on.
“Jesus,” he breathed. “That feels…so good.”
“Bet I know what you’d like better.” I unbuckled his belt. He gripped my shoulders, kissing my neck in between hot huffs of breath across my skin. Not sure where this boldness was coming from, I ran with it, and drew down his zipper.
“God…” He squirmed against me. “Oh God.”
“Did you really think I could wait until we made it back to your place after your show?”
He just moaned softly.
“Been thinking about this nonstop since the other night,” I panted. “First time I’ve ever sucked cock. And I want to do it again.”
He pulled in a sharp breath. “By all means, don’t let me stop you.”
I grinned. So did he. I kissed him quickly, then shifted as much as I could between the table and the back of the bench, and leaned down.
Sailo swore as I took his cock between my lips. He stroked my hair, his hand trembling slightly, and moaned as I ran my tongue down the hard shaft. The salt of his skin drove me wild as I took his cock deeper into my mouth. I wasn’t sure if it was still the novelty of something so new, or if I was just that turned on by going down on a man, but sucking his dick aroused me more than I ever imagined it would.
I’d been fantasizing about him all damned day, and it was no surprise that the reality was even hotter. In no time, the pressure below my belt was getting unbearable, so I shifted a little, unzipped my pants, and stroked myself while I kept stroking and sucking him.
Oh. Shit. Wow.
The combination of turning him on and touching myself took me right back to the first few times we’d fooled around—overwhelming. Mind-altering. I didn’t even care that it was a challenge to support myself with one arm and stroke him with the other hand. It was well worth the slight awkwardness just to listen to him moan as he kneaded the back of my neck.
The confines were cramped, reminding me of the backseat of a car, and somehow that made it even hotter. It brought back all those stolen encounters when I was a teenager, when we took advantage of whenever and wherever we could. Sailo and I were adults, and we could have all the time and space we wanted—within reason—for as much kissing, touching, fucking as we could stand. But here, tonight, we didn’t have much time or much room, and someone could wander in here at any moment and catch us, and that…that was fucking hot.
He frantically combed his fingers through my hair, swearing under his breath as I licked and sucked him. The first night, sucking cock had been a novelty—something I was finally experiencing after years of wondering. Tonight, it was nothing short of addictive. I love the way his hard dick felt against my tongue and between my lips. The taste of his skin, the little sounds he made, the way his fingers twitched in my hair—I couldn’t get enough.
“Goddamn,” he breathed, his fingers tightening in my hair, pulling hard enough to sting my scalp. “Definitely…gonna fuck you later.”
I groaned around his cock, and he whimpered. His dick stiffened between my lips, and his breath caught, and then I was coming a second before his semen rushed across my tongue.
“Shit!” he ground out. “Oh my…God.”
Yeah. What you said. Fuck.
Head spinning and eyes watering, I sat up, and he immediately grabbed me by the back of the neck and kissed me.
“I was gonna suck you off,” he slurred. “You beat me to it.”
“Couldn’t wait.” I kissed him in between catching my breath. “You turn me on too much.”
“Likewise.” He pulled back, meeting my gaze. “You’re staying tonight, right? At my place after the show?” The hopefulness in his eyes made my heart speed up.
“I don’t have to be anywhere tomorrow.” I reached past him and pulled a couple of napkins from the dispenser. Wiping my hands clean, I added, “As long as you want me there, I’m happy to stay.”
“Good.” He laid his hand over my thigh. “Because I do plan to fuck you more than once.”
“I should hope so.”
“Why?” He eyed me. “You saying one time isn’t enough to satisfy you?”
“Of course I’m satisfied. I just really, really like it when you fuck me.”
Sailo fidgeted, as if suppressing a shiver. “Me too.” He glanced at his watch. “Okay, I have to get downstairs. Soon as the show’s over and I grab a shower, though? I am all yours.”
“Looking forward to it.”
We went back downstairs, and as he headed backstage, I found a seat at the bar.
When the show started, I ordered a Coke just to keep myself cool. That was becoming a necessity when I was watching the man who regularly took my breath away.
And I had to admit, I enjoyed the show. It wasn’t my kind of music—was I getting too old for this scene?—but the beat was catchy, and I found myself tapping my foot and nodding along.
On the dance floor, men danced close enough to make me understand where the phrase “bumping and grinding” had come from. Others made out in booths or right there on the dance floor. It didn’t take a brain surgeon to figure out that the majority of the men in this room would be getting laid before the night was over.
Any other time, I’d have been envious. Sitting here alone on a barstool, with no one’s lips on my neck or hands in my back pockets, I’d have been wishing I had the nerve to find someone and break the ice.
But not tonight. Because my lips were still tingling from kissing Sailo and sucking him off. Because I could still feel his hands all over me. And watching him—watching the stage lights flicker across his bare, sweaty arms, playing with the lines of his tattoo and the contours of his muscles—I couldn’t believe he’d be all mine later on.
But he would be. Because after his show was over, and everyone else either kept on dancing or went home with whoever they were bumping and grinding with, I was going home with the deejay.
The hot, insatiable, incredibly sexy deejay.
And I definitely needed to thank Ethan and Rhett for bringing me to Wilde’s in the first place.
* * * * *
My body ached all over. Rolling over in Sailo’s bed, I felt every last thing we’d done here last night. Every move ignited twinges in muscles that still weren’t used to having this much sex anymore, and every twinge brought a grin to my lips.
We’d moved apart during the night, as we always did, and he was on his side, facing away from me and snoring softly. I slid toward him and molded myself to him.
He stirred a little, pressing back against me.
I kissed his neck. “Morning.”
“Is it?”
“Mmhmm.”
He stretched, and grunted softly. “Goddamn, I am sore.”
“Tell me about it.” I nibbled his earlobe. “You weren’t kidding about getting as much out of me as possible before the weekend, were you?”
Sailo laughed, his stubble hissing across the pillowcase. “Did you think I was?”
“Nope.” I kissed the back of his shoulder. “I was sure hoping you weren’t.”
He shifted a bit, so I drew back to let him roll over. As soon as he settled on his other side, facing me, I draped my arm over him.
“Too bad we can’t just do this all day,” he said.
“Mmhmm.”
“I’d suggest meeting up tonight, but I’ll be home late. I’ll probably just come in the door and collapse.” He trailed his fingertips along my unshaven jaw. “So, I won’t be good company. In fact, I won’t be around much this whole week, unfortunately. But I will be here first thing next Sunday to help you move.”
“I really appreciate it.” I combed my hand through his hair. “I’ve got the rest of the guys helping bright and early, so don’t feel like you need to be there as soon as the sun comes up.”
“I’ll be there.” He smiled sleepily. “The sooner I get there, the sooner I see you.”
“Well, I won’t argue with that.”
He lifted his head and kissed my forehead. “I guess we should get up. I have to load up the van and go pick up Evan.”
I nodded. Groaning, I sat up. “I may just have to go home and sleep anyway.”
“You’re welcome,” he said with a wink.
We both laughed, and, with some effort, got out of bed. After we’d both brushed our teeth and showered, we made our way out to the kitchen. Sailo had shaved. I hadn’t bothered, since it was Saturday.
Leaning against the counter, I said, “Do you need any help today? With your gig?”
“Nah. I’ve got Evan.” He sipped his coffee. “You’d probably be bored senseless anyway. Thanks for the offer, though.”
“Any time.”
“Of course, that’s not to say I wouldn’t enjoy having you there.” He put his hands on my hips and smiled. “It’s nice having you here.”
“Likewise.” I kissed him lightly. “I should get going, though. You’ve probably got things to do before you leave for the wedding.”
“I do.” But he didn’t let me go. In fact, he moved his hands to the front of my shirt and pulled me closer. “They can wait a little while, though.”
“Can they?” My lips brushed his. “How much time do you have?”
He kissed me, and as he did, tugged me toward him, leading me toward the kitchen door. “Probably as long as it takes to make you come again.”
“Hmm.” I let him pull me another step and grinned against his lips. “There enough time for me to make you come too?”
“You’ll have to work fast.” Another step. “Maybe we’ll have to come at the same time. Efficiency and all that.”
“Oh, I think we can manage that.”
“We definitely can.”
And we hurried back down the hall to Sailo’s bedroom.