“Turn around,” he ordered, squirting a generous amount of the lubricant on his fingers. He carelessly tossed the lube back on the shelf.
“Make me feel it,” Dev said. The good-natured grin Cash had grown to love spread across Dev’s handsome face as he leaned in and pecked him on the lips before turning and offering him his ass.
What a beautiful sight.
Cash gripped his cock, coating the length with the lube. He traced Dev’s rim with his fingers pressing against Dev’s hole, easily slipping two fingers inside. “I’m making love to you,” Cash whispered, stretching and widening Dev as he spoke. “Do you hear me?”
“Yeah.” Dev glanced over his shoulder and reached back, taking Cash’s cock in his hand. He brought it to his hole, positioning it before he pushed back against the tip.
Jesus. The man took almost all of him on the first go. Cash’s world blipped, short circuiting his brain. The sensation of being so deep so fast was heady. An unsteadiness swamped him for a second before reality swooped back in at hyper speed. The air conditioning tickled his heated skin. The erotic moan from Dev sent Cash’s senses into overdrive. He tucked his hips to keep himself lodged in Dev’s exquisite channel.
“Fuck me, baby. Hard.” Dev bucked against him, sending Cash’s cock out only to push forward again. Every nerve ending in his body was set alight as Dev dropped his forehead against the concrete wall. “Yeah, baby. You got it. Keep goin’.”
Baby. He loved that word.
It was all the encouragement he needed. Cash gripped onto Dev’s hips, thrusting, and driving in and out of that delicious heat. He prayed this moment never ended while fighting an orgasm building at warp speed. He thrust his hips, pushing in and out of Dev’s hot ass.
“You feel good,” Cash murmured as Dev started pushing back against him.
“It feels better than that,” Dev mumbled, his moans building in steady rhythm with Cash’s moving hips. “Oh jeez…fuck.” Dev’s entire body reared back, his head landing on Cash’s shoulder, his hands reaching behind him to grip Cash’s ass. He thrust his hips, pounding against Cash, taking all of him in quick, short bursts.
Cash lost his shit, forcing Dev’s body forward, against the wall. He fucked Dev hard and fast, pistoning his hips wildly. “I’m gonna come.”
Clumsily, he reached around Dev’s body, taking Dev’s cock in his hand.
“No, don’t touch…” Dev pitched forward, his body tensing and locking, breath coming in low and shallow pants. He gripped Cash’s palm at his cock, turning his awkward hand job into a deep stroke with determination. Dev’s ass constricted and pulsed around him, scrambling his brain with pleasure.
Liquid heat coated his palm and fingers. The proof of Dev’s desire was all he could bear. His own release burned a path from the back of his neck to the bottom of his spine and ripped from his balls, slamming through him with such a force he barely had time to withdraw his cock before painting Dev’s perfect ass with his seed.
The earth shifted under his feet. Cash used Dev’s body and the wall to stay upright. His forehead landed on Dev’s inked shoulder blade.
“There’s a roll of paper towels on the shelf by the lube. I need those,” Dev groaned. His voice sounded very much like Cash’s body felt, haggard yet sated.
He forced himself to take a closer look at the coveted, secret room, the heart of the club. How had the importance of his surroundings taken such a backseat to the man in front of him?
Shit. The reality of where they stood and how long they’d been inside this sacred space motivated him into action. He looked down at his come dripping off the curve of Dev’s ass.
“Hang on.” He reached for the jeans gathered at his boots, pulling them up as he grabbed the blue disposable shop towels. He handed a wad to Dev before unrolling another bunch, swiping away the dripping evidence of his release on Dev’s back and ass.
He had no idea why he was so damned content, but he was. He had no fear. His heart connected with Dev, which meant everything else was bound to work in their favor. It had too. Life wasn’t that cruel.
Cash wadded the towels and placed them aside before digging a hand in his jeans pocket for the small surveillance screw he needed to plant inside this room.
“You good?” he asked Dev, turning away to scan all the electrical outlets.
“I got fuckin’ come all over me,” Dev said, bending over to wipe the towels over his jeans. “I guess it means I had a good time.”
“Hmm,” Cash answered, fishing around his jeans for his pocketknife. The outlet on the far side of the room appeared to offer the best visual as well as audio positioning. The contentment in his head continued as he unscrewed the outlet’s cover and carefully replaced it with the tiny camera screw, twisting the plate back in place. If it worked, they were set.
Balancing on his heels, he stayed low as he palmed his cell phone to dial Joe. When the call connected, he pushed the speaker button and turned the volume down low. He didn’t wait for a greeting, simply said, “I’m here. We good?”
Dev came to him. His biker’s rough, calloused palm caressed his cheek, his fingertips moving along the light stubble on Cash’s jaw. It didn’t freak him out in the least with how taken he was with Dev.
“You’re really easy on the eyes,” Dev said in a hushed voice. The sweet grin he gave spoke of appreciation as Cash rose to his full height.
“That’s the way I feel about you,” Cash murmured. He leaned in until his cheek came to Dev’s. He breathed in the man’s scent. The cell phone was between them.
“I can see you two. Are y’all kissing?” Joe asked. “Please don’t do things I can’t scrub from my head.”
