The room was impressively filled with hundreds of bottles of wine. There were no markings on the walls, no way to understand the organization of the rows, but Kane knew and walked straight to the middle of the back wall, searching the bottles.
It was time to make his move and Avery didn't hesitate. For three days, he'd thought of little more than this moment. They were finally alone. He came up straight behind Kane, not quite touching him, but close. He lifted his right hand to the wine rack. Kane was an inch or so shorter than him, just enough that Avery could lean in and whisper into his ear. He still hadn't touched Kane and that cost him. His cock would certainly make him pay for the denial of even the slightest brush.
"Come home with me tonight," Avery whispered on the exhale, and then breathed Kane in on the inhale. Kane's scent coated his senses and ran rampant across his soul, settling squarely in his already hard cock. "You have to feel it. I can't be alone in this."
When Kane didn't immediately move away, Avery took the step separating them until his chest was fully pressed against Kane's back. His dick got the brush it needed and twitched in excitement, begging for more.
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Kane's heart pounded against his chest, racing so badly he couldn't hear himself think. Avery's breath coated his skin, danced across his ear, neck, and jaw, soothing as it created havoc all at the same time. The length of Avery's body moved against his. He could feel the hard cock pressing into his ass and every one of his nerve endings exploded into overdrive. Goose bumps sprang up across his arms, his breath hitched, and Kane desperately needed perspective.
Kane wanted Avery, wanted to do exactly what he suggested, but it was a bad idea. He fought emotions he shouldn't feel. Kane attempted to make his escape, sliding first to the right, only to find Avery had caged him in. Instinctively, he turned to the left. He had to get out from under this seductive assault or he was going to spontaneously combust.
Avery blocked his escape with his left arm, keeping him right there—stuck between the bottles of wine and Avery's hard body with his brain too stunned to think.
"Let me kiss you." The breath was back across his skin, this time from the left. The whisper-soft caress of air became his undoing. Avery slowly turned him around. The move proved to be all the incentive Kane needed, and he lifted his head. Avery's amber eyes held his. He was lost in a sea of turmoil at the emotion coursing through his veins. He swallowed before lifting his lips. Avery met him halfway.
The kiss wasn't a sweet searching brush of the lips. They both immediately opened, creating a swirl of tongue and teeth as they desperately kissed one another. Avery backed him against the bottles, circling an arm around his waist, drawing him tightly against his body and kissed Kane like he had never been kissed before.
Avery took complete control, dominating Kane in every way, and he let the man have his way. He lifted his hand to Kane's face. Avery's strong thumb stroked across his jawline then turned him to where he could delve deeper inside his mouth. The move caused nerves to explode again across Kane's skin and through his brain. His breath hitched, and he was forced to pull away, giving in to his need to breathe before passing out won in the end.
Avery latched on to his neck and stayed on him. All Kane could do was lean his head back feeling the bottles shift behind him, giving Avery full access to his jaw and ear. Kane heard himself groan when Avery's teeth nipped the soft skin under his ear. Avery ground his hips forward and Kane involuntarily met him thrust for grinding thrust.
"Come home with me. No, fuck home. I want you right here." Kane couldn't think with the sexy low voice whispering across his ear. Avery's hands were on him, seeking, and he pulled Kane's shirt from his slacks and unbuckled his belt. He was surprised to find his own hands working himself free, not Avery's. Loud beeps stopped Kane in his tracks as the security code to the wine cellar was entered.
The door opened. Avery stayed right there, keeping his back to the room, covering Kane. Kane's eyes darted up to Avery's, they connected and held. Avery only stopped kissing him. He continued the gentle massage on his cock, staying right there in Kane's face. Those eyes pierced his with an intensity that somehow matched the pounding of his heart.
"Sorry, boss, I need to get a bottle of red for a table," Rodney said, like it was the most natural thing in the world to walk in the wine room and catch Kane, or anyone for that matter, making out with someone. Kane started to speak, he opened his mouth, but nothing came out. Instead, his eyes stayed glued to Avery's.
"Don't worry, I'll cover for you." Rodney left almost as fast as he'd arrived.
They continued gazing at one another. Neither spoke, neither moved, they just stared for several long moments. Avery's intensity never wavered. Helplessness settled in. Kane could feel his soul being extracted from his body. His heart followed, no longer his own, but given to this man he didn't even know. In a matter of a few short minutes, he had become one with this man in front of him. Confused, he looked closer at Avery, seeing only shameless intensity in his eyes. He had no idea if Avery experienced these same feelings, and he surely wasn't going to ask.
Instead, he cleared his throat, removed himself from Avery's hold and tucked himself back inside his slacks, trying to find some control. It was a monumental experience to have finally given your heart away so freely, especially to someone you didn't know. The whole experience unnerved Kane.
"Meet me tonight. I can come to you," Avery said. He didn't stop Kane from adjusting himself, but he didn't move away either.