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"You ever been to the Swan?"
Zach's eyes went wide, the blood draining from his face.
Bingo.
For a moment Wyatt thought he might bolt. But he drew himself up defensively instead. "I don't know what you're talking about, man. I think you've got me confused with someone else." His tone aimed for nonchalance, but missed. He wasn't as good a liar as he hoped he was.
Wyatt stepped closer, holding Zach's gaze. "I'd never forget a mouth like that." He let heat creep into his voice.
Zach swallowed hard, glancing around nervously as if to check for witnesses. But he didn't flee. Wyatt took that as encouragement. He leaned in, dropping his voice lower.
"I'd love a private show. No barriers this time." Wyatt's meaning was clear.
Hesitantly, Zach's tongue flicked out to trace along his pierced lower lip. The gesture went straight to Wyatt's cock, Wyatt's gaze fixed to it.
And then a smirk tugged at the corner of Zach's mouth. Wyatt looked up to see Zach's eyes creased with amusement, watching Wyatt watching him.
The kid knew exactly what he was doing.
"Plenty of guys have lip piercings around here," Zach drawled. "Sorry, man. No clue what you're talking about."
But the gleam in his dark eyes gave him away. Zach was playing with him, and enjoying it. The sight of that insolent mouth sent heat pulsing through Wyatt's veins, blood rushing south.
Zach's gaze dipped briefly, grin widening as he noted the effect he was having. He stepped back, shoving his hands in his pockets. "Welp, guess my job here's done," he said breezily. His eyes deliberately ran down Wyatt's body before meeting his gaze again. "Enjoy your pizza."
Zach turned and sauntered away. Wyatt watched him go, muscles tensing with the effort not to grab those slim hips and grind against that perfect ass. He knew Zach was leaving just like that on purpose, toying with him, making him ache.
And goddammit, it was working. Wyatt's whole body thrummed with need, heart pounding. He wanted to pin Zach against the nearest wall and kiss that smirk off his face. Feel those lips open eagerly under his. Wyatt's hands flexed, remembering the sweet heat of Zach's mouth at the glory hole.
Zach disappeared down the stairs, whistling the whole way. Wyatt stood frozen, his pulse roaring in his ears.
Zach had turned the tables, left him hot and bothered and aching with lust.
But Wyatt had never backed down from a challenge before.
And before this was over, he intended to have Zach begging for him.
Chapter four
Zachleanedagainstthecounter at the pizza shop, staring blankly at the tickets lining the wall as he waited for an order to come up. His mind kept drifting back to the man from last night — Wyatt.
He hadn't recognized Wyatt at first. Why the fuck would he? Maybe if he'd answered the door naked.
But then Wyatt had asked about the Swan, and it had suddenly clicked. This was the same man he had sucked off at the glory hole just the other day.
Zach hadn't seen Wyatt's face back then, but he instantly knew that he was the owner of that one thick, veiny cock. The second he'd first laid eyes on it, Zach had known that he was in for a good time. Even now, days later, he remembered exactly how it had felt sliding over his tongue and hitting the back of his throat. How the musky, masculine scent of it filled his senses. He could practically taste the slightly bitter precome that leaked from the tip as he swirled his tongue around the head...
Now he had a face and a name to match to the amazing cock. And judging by the injuries, Wyatt was into some dangerous business. That excited him. He loved a bad boy. And he was dying to feel Wyatt's powerful body dominating him, hear that gruff voice commanding him...
Zach leaned against the counter, his mind wandering as he awaited the next order to be ready. He closed his eyes, remembering the weight and girth of Wyatt's cock on his tongue. Even now, the memory sent a spike of arousal through Zach.
He loved being the one in control, reducing tough guys like Wyatt to grunting, mindless animals. With just the right application of hands and tongue, he could reduce grown men into playthings who would do anything to come. The power was intoxicating. And now, knowing that he had that power over a man likethat…
Zach shifted, suddenly aware of the tightness in his jeans. When Zach had teased Wyatt as they parted, Wyatt had been into it. Zach had seen the way his eyes had gone dark with lust — and the way his cock had hardened in his pants.
He wanted more of that. He wanted to tease Wyatt again, to make him snarl and lose control. He wanted to drive Wyatt so crazy that he'd pin him down and take him roughly, even as Zach remained the one pulling the strings.
Just thinking about it left Zach breathless with need. But…
