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  I groaned when his questing lips slid down my neck and his teeth delivered another bite, this one sharper, stinging. “You drive me fucking crazy. You know that?”

  I felt his smile against my skin. “I tend to have that effect on people.”

  His fingers circled around to my front, dipping below the waistline of my athletic shorts. I was tempted to let him go further, so very tempted, but I had to put a stop to it before things got out of hand. “We can’t do this here,” I said, breathless.

  Jeremy ignored me, his hand finding my cock and squeezing gently. “We can, and we will,” he murmured into the hollow at the base of my throat. His fiery colored hair tickled as it grazed my chin. “Come on. No one else is here. Just us.”

  He was probably right. Normally, when I finished my workout, I was the last one out of the building. There were no guards, no overnight staff. Still, there was a risk involved. Just because no one had ever shown up before didn’t mean it wasn’t possible.

  “The locker room,” I gasped out as he continued to massage my cock, his thumb skimming over the pre-come that had beaded at the tip. “We can lock the door.”

  Jeremy nodded. He pulled his hand from my shorts with obvious reluctance, and we separated long enough to gather our respective belongings. Once in the locker room, he secured the door behind us and dropped his shirt to the floor.

  “Come here,” he said, grabbing my hand and dragging me over to a nearby bench. He sat and pulled me between his spread thighs, tugging me closer until my crotch was even with his face. Without another word, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of my shorts and the jock I wore underneath and yanked them both down at once.

  My cock sprang free, achingly hard and jutting straight out from my pelvis. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the head, smearing his lips across the fluid that had collected there and painting his full, soft mouth with my pre-come. “You smell good,” he whispered, and then flicked out his tongue, rubbing the barbell that pierced it across my slit. “You taste even better.”

  I hissed and fisted a hand in his hair, urging him to take me in. “Suck me. I want to see your pretty mouth wrapped around my dick.”

  Jeremy might have had an issue with authority when it came to work, but he didn’t hesitate to follow my command right then. He flashed me a sly grin and parted his lips, sucking me in and engulfing my cock in slick, wet heat.

  I couldn’t tear my gaze away from his face as he worked me over, his suction perfect, his tongue clever, his fingers light and teasing on my balls. He stared back at me, his eyes hot and dark, so dark, from beneath the fringe of his fiery red bangs.

  Between his skill and my eagerness, all the months I’d spent craving him and hating him in turn, it wasn’t long before my orgasm overtook me. I trembled and choked out a moan as it started, releasing his hair so he could pull back if he wanted, but Jeremy kept me inside, sucking hard as the first jet of my release spilled onto his tongue.

  Heat rushed through me, starting low in my pelvis and spreading fast. My eyes slammed shut, and behind my lids, I watched as a block of color broke apart one tiny piece at a time and vanished into nothingness.

  After it was over, Jeremy pulled back and licked his lips, pink and swollen from his efforts. Before he could speak, I lowered myself to my knees in front of him. I bent down and pressed my lips to the bulge that strained the front of his pants, inhaling his scent, musk, clean sweat, and nuzzling lightly at the length of his cock.

  I reached the tip and paused when I felt something circular and unyielding. My eyebrows furrowed, but only for a moment. It didn’t take much longer to figure out what the hardness was. Another piercing.

  I looked up at him. “Let me see it.”

  Jeremy smirked a little and lifted his hips so I could pull down his pants. His cock, impressively large for a man of his size, made my mouth water—especially when I got to the curved barbell at the head.

  I’d never been with a guy who had a Prince Albert piercing, though I’d seen my fair share of pictures. The idea of one had always intrigued me, but as far as body modifications went, I was totally vanilla. I had no ink and not a single piercing to my name. Maybe that was why I’d always been attracted to the exact opposite.

  I licked at the barbell, which felt smooth against my tongue and warm from his body heat. Jeremy moaned softly when I followed that lick with a swirl around his cockhead, tasting the bitterness of his pre-come and the salt of sweat. I moaned as that flavor possessed me. Suddenly, I couldn’t get enough. I sucked him down as far as I could, taking him to the back of my throat and swallowing around his tip, using every dirty little trick I knew to drive him out of his mind.

  The sound of my name was the only warning I had before his come filled my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could and cleaned up what I’d missed with my tongue as his cock began to soften. Jeremy’s fingers, which had threaded into my hair at some point, tightened and drew my head away.

  Our eyes met, mine wide in surprise at myself, his dark and satiated. “So, have I earned my second chance?” he asked.

  I blinked at him for a moment, and then jerked away, my stomach plummeting. “That,” I said, my voice cracking halfway through. “That’s not—I—this wasn’t—”

  He reached for me and pulled me back down. “Stop. That’s not what I meant. I just need to know, should I bother coming in tomorrow? Are you letting me go?”

  I struggled against the queasiness that had sprung up inside me at his original question and the fear that what happened between us had simply been an act to make sure his job was secured. I hadn’t thought so at the beginning. Right then it was hard to be certain.

  “I… Yes, you still have your job.” I brushed his arms from my shoulders and got to my feet, pausing to pull up my jockstrap and shorts so I wouldn’t trip over them on the way to my locker. “The call with that customer wasn’t recorded. I can discard the write-up. But the next time something like that happens, it’ll be your last.”

  I turned and started toward my locker. A shower could wait until I got home. I didn’t want to be in that room with him for a second longer than I had to be.

  He watched me in silence as I packed up my bag, sitting with his pants still halfway down, his expression inscrutable. “That’s it?” he asked when I reached the door.

  I glanced at him over my shoulder. When I answered, my voice was harsher than I intended, undoubtedly revealing some of the emotions I’d have preferred to keep hidden. For some reason, I couldn’t bring myself to care. “You got what you came for. What else do you want?”

  Jeremy just looked at me for long seconds. He shook his head. “What I came for is about to leave me sitting here like a chump with my cock still out,” he said. “When I said I wanted you, I meant it.”

  Somehow my legs took over even as my brain struggled to understand what he’d said. I found myself in front of him again without a clear memory of having moved. “I’m sorry. I thought… Well, it doesn’t matter. I want you, too.”

  Jeremy arched a brow at me. “Then let’s get out of here. Your place, mine, I don’t care. I want you to fuck me. And tomorrow, maybe we can skip the exercise, and you can take me out for a drink.”

  “Yeah?” I said, relief making me grin. “Maybe you should be the one buying. I figure after last week, you owe me one, McDouche.”

  Jeremy’s lips quirked briefly before he smothered the expression. “Yeah,” he murmured. “I guess I do.”

  About Piper Vaughn

  Piper Vaughn wrote her first love story at eleven and never looked back. Since then, she’s known that writing in some form was exactly what she wanted to do. A reader at the core, Piper loves nothing more than getting lost in a great book—fantasy, young adult, romance, she loves them all (and has a two thousand book library to prove it!). She grew up in Chicago, in an ethnically diverse neighborhood, and loves to put faces and characters of every ethnicity in her stories, so her fictional worlds are as colorful as the real one. Abov
e all, she believes that everyone needs a little true love in their life…even if it’s only in a book.

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  Coming Fall/Winter 2014

 

 

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