Walker bent toward him, his mouth brushing the shell of his ear. “Can’t I touch you?”
The deep rumble of his voice sent a shiver down Kota’s spine. “Yes,” he admitted breathlessly. “You can do whatever you want with me.”
Walker hummed. “That’s a dangerous power to give someone like me, squirrel.”
“But I like when you take what you want,” he admitted, just loud enough for Walker to hear.
Walker’s response was predatory. “That’s what I thought.”
Across the booth, Tris whistled low. “I never thought I’d see the day.”
“What?” Kota asked, dazed from the blood rushing south.
“He wants to eat you alive,” Tris said, practically salivating like he was about to watch some kind of blood sport.
Walker got to his feet, pulling Kota upright with him. The room tilted slightly from the rush of Champagne and the way Walker was looking at him.
To Tris and Cade, Walker said, “We’ll be back.”
“Oh, we know,” Tris called.
His cackle followed them across the bar. Walker led him toward the back hallway without slowing. Kota barely noticed where they were going. All he could focus on was the warmthof Walker’s hand around his wrist. The certainty of it. The way Walker never seemed to hesitate when it came to him.
By the time they reached the single bathroom at the end of the hall, Kota’s pulse was hammering. Walker pushed the door open, guided him inside, then locked it behind them. The click sounded impossibly loud. Kota looked up just as Walker crowded into his space.
And then he kissed him, long and deep. Kota sucked the taste of whiskey from his tongue, whining into his mouth.
“Is it my turn to go down on you in the bathroom?” Kota asked, already sinking to his knees.
Walker pulled him back up, then spun him around to face the mirror, hands already on Kota’s button. “No,” Walker growled. “I wanna be inside you. I’m gonna fill you up and you’re going to spend the rest of the night feeling my cum leak out of you.”
Kota whined. “Please.”
He tried to help get his clothes out of the way, but Walker slapped at his hands, bending him over the sink and roughly shoving his jeans and underwear to his ankles.
His mouth found Kota’s throat, kissing the purple finger-shaped bruises there and sucking tiny marks of his own.
Kota drew in a sharp breath as two slick fingers pressed against his rim, finding a tiny bit of resistance before slipping inside. “Oh, fuck.” he gasped. “Did you sneak lube in here?”
“Technically, it’s Vaseline, but it will do in a pinch,” Walker said, distracted.
Kota laughed, but his cock was already painfully hard, trapped between the cold marble counter and the heat of his own belly.
The clink of Walker’s belt buckle sent a shock of desperation through him. He was undressing with one hand, his other still working Kota open.
“Hurry up,” he begged. “I need it inside me.”
Walker’s fingers disappeared only to be replaced moments later by a blunt pressure that stole the air from Kota’s lungs. “Yes. Yes. Yes,” he chanted quietly, pressing his hips back to encourage the older man.
“You need it, huh?” Walker growled against his ear. “Two nights ago, you weren’t even sure it would fit.”
Kota reached back behind him, grabbing Walker’s hair and smashing their mouths together in a sloppy kiss before saying, “But it did fit. Stop teasing and put it in already.”
“Okay,” Walker purred. “Whatever you want, baby.”
Kota screamed as Walker buried himself, bottoming out in one hard thrust. “Oh, fucking fuck.”
“You got such a dirty fucking mouth, squirrel,” he said, thrusting slowly as he curled his tongue around the shell of his ear. “This what you needed?”
