Starting from Zero (Starting from 1)

“What are you—”

Justin sealed his lips over mine and shoved his tongue in my mouth in a sexy power play. I met him thrust for thrust, deepening the kiss as I tilted my hips, grinding my shaft against his in a quest for friction. I ran my fingers along his spine and then squeezed his ass and rocked my pelvis. He groaned, licking my lips before burrowing close again and driving his tongue inside my mouth. The press of our bodies mixed with feverish groping and deep, hungry kisses made me crazy.

I gasped for air. Then I pushed him against the wall and wrapped one hand around his throat. We were so close now I could see flecks of gold in his eyes. When his expression morphed from surprise to amusement, I tightened my grip and licked his lips. He shivered and sighed in a sexed-out feverish way.

“What now?” he asked huskily.

“I don’t know. You’re the one with all the ideas.”

“Yeah, but they’re all very X-rated. Maybe you should take over. I don’t want to get us arrested.”

I nodded sharply, then tugged his elbow, bypassing the empty row of urinals before heading for the stall at the far end of a short marble wall. I closed the door, clicked the lock into place, and drew him against me. We made out in the semi-dark bathroom. But I dictated a slower pace. When he reached for my belt, I held his wrists and sucked his tongue before licking the column of his throat. Every time he pushed for control, I reset the tempo. It was sweet torture, and every second we denied ourselves, the fever rose higher until we were panting for more.

I raked my fingers down his back and buried my face in his neck. “God, I want you.”

“Fuck, yes,” he whispered. This time when he reached between us to unbuckle my belt and unzip my jeans, I didn’t stop him. “Can I touch you?”

I lowered the denim over my ass in response and finally released my aching cock. Then I grabbed his hand and wrapped his fingers around my shaft. “That’s right. Feel me, baby.”

“Oh, fuck.”

We stroked my cock together while we licked and sucked at each other in a frenzy. After a minute or so, I let go of his hand so he could free himself. I felt his leather belt slide against my lower abdomen and his fingers graze my cock as he unzipped. I wanted to watch the show, but his hungry kisses were all kinds of distracting. He effortlessly took over and this time, I let him. He angled his head to deepen the connection, plundering my mouth while he stroked me from base to tip and back again. He brushed his thumb across the precum leaking from my slit, then met my gaze as he sucked the digit clean.

“Mmm. You taste good,” he hummed.

The wild, erotic look in his eyes had to be the hottest thing I’d ever seen. Coherent speech wasn’t possible. I bit his chin, clutching his T-shirt for support as I gripped his shaft, grunting my approval when he reached for mine again and stroked us together. A public bathroom hand job never felt so damn good. I could have happily done this all night, but I was greedy as hell. I wanted more. And I was pretty sure he did too.

I lowered his jeans and briefs out of the way and squeezed his bare ass before sliding a single digit along his crack. Justin broke our manic kiss with a groan and bucked into my touch, wordlessly telling me what he was looking for. I pushed two fingers between his lips and then reached behind him to pull his cheeks apart and tap his hole. Justin released his hold on us and rested his forehead against mine as he humped my pole, then pushed back on my finger.

“Tell me what you want,” I whispered.

“Put your finger inside.”

I massaged the sensitive skin around his entrance, loving the feel of his weight against me. It was fitting that I was the one with my back to the wall while he called the shots. I wanted to claim this was an equal exchange of power, but I would have done anything he asked at that moment. He tensed when I added a second finger and went perfectly still.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No,” he said quickly. “Just give me a sec. And lube if you have any.”

“I don’t. Maybe I should—”

“Fuck me,” he intercepted. “You have two fingers in my ass. No way are you walking away now.

“I’m not going anywhere, but I don’t want to hurt you.”

He gave me a pointed look as though daring me to use an alternate meaning. “You won’t hurt me. I won’t break. I think I have a lubed condom.”