Forbidden (Playing With Fire)

Chapter One

“Why don’t you face facts and admit you want her?”

Austin turned, watched carefully as Brad shut the bedroom door behind him, twisting the lock with a quiet click before he leaned against the wood frame.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

The skeptical look his friend and occasional lover shot him said he knew better. “You know exactly what I’m talking about. Or make that who.”

Austin sat heavily on the edge of the bed and closed his eyes as frustration welled up inside him. It figured Brad would see right through his facade and call him on it. He’d been hiding his feelings for Michaela for months. He’d never done a thing about it yet. He’d been attracted to her since the first day they met.

Because he didn’t think the feeling was mutual. She had written him off as her gay friend and roommate and left it at that. She’d flaunted herself in front of him countless times without even knowing it. Always figuring she was safe because he preferred guys.

Michaela had no clue how tight he kept his control reined in. How close he’d come multiple times to losing it, tearing off her clothes and fucking her senseless. On the couch, the kitchen counter, against the wall. Hell they’d even watched movies together in her bed, snuggled up cozy and tight.

Every moment with her pushed him further and further over the edge.

It had been years since he’d been with a woman, almost just as long since he’d been attracted to one. So why now? Why Michaela?

“You don’t want to tell her?”

Austin opened his eyes and glanced up to find Brad standing before him, a sympathetic expression on his face. This was a man who understood him despite their differences, who realized his complexities and didn’t push. He accepted Austin for who he was and in return, Austin did the same with him.

They’d had a mutual understanding for years, and they both appreciated it. Needed it.

“How can I tell her? She’s not interested.”

“She’s a fool.” Brad knelt in front of him, rested his hands on Austin’s knees, and gazed up into his eyes. “But then again, so are you.”

Austin chuckled. “Thanks.”

“Denying yourself something you want is unhealthy.” Brad reached forward, the tips of his fingers brushing against Austin’s crotch. He reacted, naturally. Already his mind was filled with thoughts of Michaela, and Brad knew how to touch him.

“I don’t deny myself anything. You know this.” He drew in a harsh breath when Brad’s fingers curled around him, stroking his cock through the heavy denim.

“You don’t let yourself have the one thing you want more than anything in the world, which I don’t understand.” Brad smiled knowingly, his brown eyes sparkling with mischief. “And it’s a girl to boot. I don’t get you sometimes.”

“The thing is, Brad, I think you get me better than anyone.”

Brad arched a brow, his fingers moving to the button fly of Austin’s jeans, undoing each snap one by one. “Better than Michaela?”

“She’s close. If Michaela really got me, I think she’d realize what I want.” Her. He wanted her. Yes, he sat here with Brad reaching for his dick but really he wanted Michaela. Imagined it was Michaela’s slim fingers wrapped around his cock, stroking him, drawing her thumb across the head, smearing the pre-come that gathered there.

But it was Brad’s fingers that held him firm, Brad’s thumb that grew sticky with fluid. And then it was Brad who bent his head, wrapped his mouth around the tip of Austin’s cock and drew him in.

A guttural groan escaped them both and Austin leaned back, resting his elbows on the bed. Brad eagerly moved with him, never breaking his stride, his head bobbing up and down on Austin’s cock, his tongue licking, lips sucking, his hand reaching for and squeezing his balls.

It felt good. It felt amazing. Brad had every trick up his sleeve and knew how to use them. Austin closed his eyes, let his imagination run wild.

Michaela kneeling before him, her pretty blonde head dipped over his lap, her lush pink lips wrapped tight around his cock. She would cup his balls in the palm of her hand, her long hair would tickle his thighs and her soft moans would make his entire body stiffen in preparation.

Ah fuck, he could come right now just thinking about it.

Brad anticipated his every move, his mouth tightening, slurping along the entire length of him, up and down as his fingers tugged on Austin’s balls. Jesus, he was fully clothed, his cock thrusting from the open placket of his jeans and in Brad’s mouth and he couldn’t believe he was doing this.

“Fuck me.” Brad released his hold on Austin and leaned back, resting on his haunches. His mouth glistened, his eyes heavy lidded with arousal, and Austin dropped his gaze, saw the unmistakable ridge of Brad’s erection poking against the front of his shorts.

“What?” Austin shook his head, ran his hand through his hair. It had been months since he and Brad had fooled around. He thought Brad had a new someone who he spent time with. Austin had been so hung up on Michaela he hadn’t had sex with anyone for a while, since he and Brad had last bee

n together.

His mind was foggy with pent-up lust and right now he just wanted someone, it didn’t matter who it was. It sounded harsh, but it was true.

“Fuck me, Austin. Take out all your frustrations on me.” Brad’s eyes gleamed and he smiled, predatory and assured. He was always a bottom who liked it particularly hard and rough. Sometimes, Austin gave it to him just as he preferred. “Pretend I’m someone else, I don’t care. Just fuck me.”

“God, Brad, where’s your new boyfriend?” Austin stood and shucked his jeans, ripped his T-shirt off. Brad followed suit, standing and removing his clothing as well until the both of them stood naked, their cocks straining, the scent of male arousal filling the air.

“We split up. Asshole was cheating on me.” Brad shook his head and went to the bedside table where Austin kept a box of condoms. “Here.”

He tossed a wrapped condom to Austin and he tore into it, stroking the condom onto his erect cock, fisting it for one pump, then another. His eyes slid shut, and he held his breath. God, he was close. He was thankful Michaela wasn’t home. That she was at work and had no clue what he was doing. It almost felt like he was cheating on her, being with Brad.