Page 6 of Hammer and Hops

I took a second to think about his offer. Clearly, he wanted to fool around, and I was interested, but I’d only just broken up with Donny—or vice versa. But…

Yeah, Donny had broken up with me. He was a jerk, and sleeping with Mitchel now felt like a great big fuck you to him. See, I can get a guy just as good-looking as you, Donald. I can be fun, too, Donald.

Hell yeah, I was going.

“Sounds good.”

I followed him out to the parking lot, and he suggested a place, not far from the convention center, where we could meet so I could follow him home. We left, met up, and he drove slow enough for me to not get lost, pausing at all the turns. He could have given me the address, but this felt kind of chivalrous, and I liked it.

Home for him was a small apartment complex, very beige and nondescript. He lived on the first floor, and the inside was as boring as the outside. Honestly, it looked like a frat house, but I didn’t know why I’d expected anything more, not that it mattered for a one-time fling, anyway.

“So, this is your place?” I looked around at the plain cream-colored walls, tan carpet, and an old, ratty, faded couch. He even had milk crates turned upside down as side tables.

“Eh. For now.” Then he grabbed my arm and pulled me closer. “Let me show you the bedroom.”

Before I could answer, he leaned down and kissed me, his thick tongue invading my mouth. Donny had never been so aggressive, but maybe that was a good thing. He started walking me backward, not breaking the kiss. His cologne smelled rich with notes of an elevated, more vibrant musk. Was there anything not sexy about this man?

Before I knew it, he’d shoved me to the mattress in what I assumed was his room and reached for my belt buckle. I ran my hands along his bulky shoulders, not minding the attention one bit. He kissed down my neck before shoving my pants down my hips.

As he leaned over me, I unfastened his jeans and yanked on them until he was as exposed as I was. I grabbed his cock, rubbing over the head, making him hum with pleasure. “Mm…yeah…” He flexed his hips, pulling his cock out of and then back into my fist. Closing the distance, he went back to my neck and licked over my Adam’s apple, then sucked at the side, as he pressed his hips into mine. I grabbed both of our cocks, but my hand wasn’t big enough for his bulk along with mine. “I got it.” Had his voice become even huskier? The tone made me shiver.

He held himself up with one hand and grabbed our cocks with the other, so we could both work them over together. We were touching and rubbing each other everywhere, neither fully naked and feeling very much like teenagers in the back room, trying not to get caught.

Every nerve of my body was alert, and it wasn’t going to take long before I went off like a volcano. It hadn’t been that long since I was with Donny, but he had never been this exciting. For a party boy, Donny was pretty serene, especially when it came to sex. Maybe all of this was a good thing, meant to show me what it could be like.

Mitchel bit my nipple, and I gasped with pain and pleasure combined. He chuckled at my response. “Come for me, Everett.”

“Gah…yes…” I fucked up into our hands, fingertips touching around our cocks, and chased that orgasm. It didn’t take long at all before I blew, spewing out my jizz all over his hand and mine.

With a grunt, Mitchel came a moment later before collapsing on his side next to me. He held up his hand. “Messy…” Then he licked our combined cum off his fingers.

“You dirty fucker.”

“I know…” He chuckled again, and my cock stirred, considering a quick comeback.

Until the front door opened and slammed shut. “Who’s that?”

At the same time, he muttered. “Oh shit.” He raced out of the room, pulling his pants up as he went, without answering me.

And…it was the boyfriend. That got me moving fast, and I pulled my pants up, not bothering to clean up any lingering mess. A yelling match ensued until the boyfriend slammed back out the door. Mitch came back into the bedroom with a look that I could only describe as abashed.

That killed my interest in him. Even for a hookup, I didn’t like cheaters and didn’t want to be the one he cheated on his boyfriend with. “I thought you said you broke up.”

“Uh, no. Technically, I said I wasn’t preoccupied anymore.”

“Fuck me.”

“I’d like to.”

Hard pass—so much for the grudge-fuck. “I don’t think so. Sorry, Mitchel. I’m out of here.” I did not need to be anyone’s side piece, sexy or not. That was entirely too much.

“Oh, come on. He left. We can still have some fun.”

“No…I don’t think so. This was nice, but I let it distract me. I have shit to do to get my business off the ground.”

“Sure, I get that. But…”

“But what?”