GENRE: Gay Erotic Romance
LENGTH: 5,078 words
Six years ago, Billy Grant had a night he never forgot losing his virginity to the jock of his dreams, Mitch Crestfield. But Billy fled afterward, not wanting to hear Mitch's regrets.
Now Mitch has hit it big, winning the lottery, and Billy finds himself invited to Mitch's celebration. When Mitch suggests another night of passion, Billy can't seem to resist. But Mitch has something more than one night in mind.
Note: may contain sexually explicit scenes of a homoerotic nature.
"What are you doing, Mitch? Why all of a sudden are you coming on to me?"
"Is that what I'm doing?"
"When someone puts their hands on my ass, that's what I'm thinking," Billy said. He'd noticed Mitch's hands hadn't moved from their grasp of Billy's ass.
Mitch's grin was impish. "Okay, so yeah, I am."
"Maybe we should talk about this elsewhere."
Billy pushed at Mitch's shoulders, but the man wouldn't budge. "Talk about what? We had a one-night stand years ago. What else is there? You want another one?"
Billy blinked, stunned into silence. He hadn't expected Mitch to admit to that.
Mitch pulled Billy so close he nearly crushed him. He lowered his mouth to Billy's ear and whispered, "I want to fuck you, Billy. I want to take you home, get you naked, and fuck you for hours, until you're too exhausted to do anything but moan my name."
Instantly hard, shivers went up Billy's spine. He closed his eyes and sagged against Mitch. So unfair that he could melt so easily for this man.
"Billy?" The whispered words stirred the auburn hair at the nape of his neck, goose bumps covering his skin.
"Let's get out of here," Mitch growled. His hand closed over Billy's hand and he tugged him off the dance floor and past the crowded tables of the bar.
"Hey, where are you going?" Andy called after them.
Mitch barely paused as he shoved open the bar door and yelled over his shoulder. "Talk later."
The cool night air hit Billy in the face and it almost had the same effect as a glass of ice water being thrown on him. "We probably shouldn't."
Mitch pushed him against the nearest wall, framed his face with his big hands, and smashed his lips over Billy's. Doubts flew from his mind as the lips he'd tasted only once before covered his. Billy moaned into the kiss, opening his mouth and letting Mitch's tongue invade.
Why shouldn't they? He couldn't remember now. And didn't want to. His cock throbbed hard against his jeans. He was tempted to crawl up Mitch's body.