“How long ago was that?”
“Oh, twenty years. Since then, I’ve been building my own business, and that’s my excuse for not settling down.”
Bowen’s lips twitch into a smile. “Touché.” The doorbell rings and his face lights up. “Food’s here. Make yourself comfortable. I’ll be right back.”
“Sounds good.” As he walks away, I watch him, wondering what the night has in store. I hope it ends with me inside him.
I settle on the couch, glancing around the typical bachelor space. It makes sense for two arborists to have an earthy vibe in their home. It’s all in good condition and clean, so it works for me.
Bowen returns a few minutes later, carrying plates and utensils and balancing the bag of food in his hand. I hop up to help him. We dig in, enjoying our food in silence. I want to know a million things about him, but I need to chill. It’s been a long time since I’ve been this excited around someone.
“Do you like it?” Bowen asks.
“Yeah, it’s great.” I poke my fork at some chicken, studying his face.
He catches me, offering me a smile. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“I want to kiss you,” I admit. “Just being honest.”
Bowen’s eyes dip to my lips then back again. “So kiss me.”
Don’t have to tell me twice. I put my plate on the coffee table and lean forward, flicking my tongue out before diving in. He tastes like wine and spices and one hundred percent Bowen. Jesus, this man undoes me.
Somehow, I manage to take his plate and put it on the table with mine while pushing him back into the cushions, our bodies finally uniting. I’ve craved being this close to him since the last time I was.
“I want you,” I whisper.
Bowen moans, sliding his hands into my hair. My dick swells, pressing almost painfully against my jeans. I bump my hips into him, eliciting another delicious noise from his lips. Reaching between us, I fumble with his zipper, finding his dick free of underwear.
“Fuck.”
Bowen bucks into me, seeking the friction we both need. “Need.”
“What do you need, baby? Tell me.”
Instead of speaking, his mouth moves to my neck, nibbling and sucking kisses into my flesh. I grip his cock, desperately wanting him in my mouth but not wanting to stop the incredible torture.
“Baby,” I whisper. “I want to suck you.”
Bowen pulls back enough to meet my eyes, and Jesus Fucking Christ, the man is stunning. His lips plump and damp from kissing, cheeks red from desire and my beard, eyes pleading for more—he’s a work of art.
“Bedroom,” he moans. “Please.”
“Let’s go.”
We clamor to our feet, kissing and groping our way down the hall. Once we’re in his room, he practically tears his clothes off as he gets on the bed.
“Lube and condoms are in the drawer.”
I smirk. “I remember.”
By the time I get supplies and get my jeans off, Bowen is on his hands and knees with his firm ass in the air and fingering his hole. A burst of precum drips from my cock at the sight.
“Jesus, Bowen.”
“Please,” he moans. “Need you so bad.”
I fumble the condom, too focused on what Bowen is doing to pay attention, but when I finally get it on, I move his fingers away and let my mouth take over. Bowen claws the bedding, pushing his ass back to meet my tongue.
I’m in heaven as I bury my face between his ass cheeks, licking a stripe up and down his rim until he softens for me. The little whimpering noises are a goddamn turn-on, but I take my time, adding fingers until I’m sure he can take me again.
“Ready?”
“Please,” he moans.
I push my way in, closing my eyes and exhaling as his ass clenches around my shaft. His body is amazing. It’s such a perfect fit, almost like he was made for me. I want to take my time, savor this experience, but just like the last time, I can’t hold back.
I slam my body into his, digging my fingers into his hips to keep us attached. Bowen helps, rocking back and forth on my cock and meeting each of my thrusts.
“Do not touch your cock, Bow. I’ll take care of you, but you save it for me.”
“Fuck,” he moans. “I need to come.”
“And you will. Hold on.”
The room fills with the sound of skin slapping and the heavy, musky scent of sex. If I could make a cologne that smells like Bowen does, I would be a very rich man. I spread his cheeks apart, watching my cock impale his tight hole, sending ripples through me.
The need to come is powerful, but I hold out as long as I can, focusing on sending this man to the edge until he’s begging me to let him come. I know the exact moment when I hit his prostate, feeling his entire body tense and his breath hitch.
At that point, I give him everything I’ve got, working so hard, sweat is dripping down my face and splashing onto his skin.
“Aldis,” Bowen cries. “Please.”
“I got you, baby. I got you.”
I tumble over the edge, emptying inside the condom but imagining the day when there’s no barrier between us before I pull out and push him onto his back. My legs are weak and I can barely catch my breath, but that won’t stop me from swallowing a mouthful of Bowen.
I suck his leaking cock into my mouth, savoring his flavor as he buries his fingers in my hair, fucking down my throat. It only takes him a few thrusts until the first salty burst hits my tongue. As he melts in my arms, his body twitching with release, I swallow every drop.
Finally, I collapse next to him, fully spent. We’re silent except for heavy breathing, but after a few minutes, his hand finds mine and he twists our fingers together.
“Stay the night?”
My heart speeds up as the butterflies in my stomach take flight. “Absolutely.”
Chapter Five
Aldis
There’s nothing more disorienting than waking up in the pitch dark, in a room that’s not your own. It takes several groggy seconds and the warmth of a body pressed against my back to remember the date—was it even a date?—with Bowen and then falling asleep in his bed after another epic fuck.
It felt like a date, but it also feels like there’s a big part of his heart that has Caution: Do Not Cross tape all wrapped around it. I stretch and wiggle out from under the solid weight of Bowen’s arm. Even without checking the time, I’m sure it’s sometime around three a.m. or so, thanks to the bad habit I’ve gotten myself into of waking up to work for a few hours around then so I can catch my European clients as they’re getting their days started.
I need to piss, so I pull on my boxers and my T-shirt and slip out of his room in search of the bathroom. Once that’s taken care of, I’m about to return to Bowen’s bedroom and see if I can manage to go back to sleep, but the sound of the television playing softly from the living room draws my attention instead.
I tiptoe down the hallway, not wanting to wake Bowen at this ungodly hour, and I find the roommate, Hawt, as he’s been officially deemed in my mind, sitting on the couch, flipping channels.
“Hey,” I say softly, and he startles.
“Shit, you scared me. I didn’t know you were still here.” He gives me a tight smile. It felt like we were cool earlier, but maybe I misread him.