The Best Men (The Best Men 1)

He shakes his head. That doesn’t surprise me at all. When Mark Banks wants something, he goes for it.

He sucks with fervor, his hand wrapped around the base of my shaft as he goes to town with his mouth.

I am such a lucky bastard right now.

Pleasure blasts through my cells as my orgasm arrives on the scene. “Yessss. Coming,” I groan as my vision blurs and my whole body lights up as I come down his throat.

He takes it all, with loud, wet slurps that are ridiculously sexy.

Kind of like everything he did tonight.

“That was . . .” I pant, unable to finish. This is my favorite kind of speechless.

Then, Mark pops off my dick, and when my pulse starts to settle, my eyes land on his face. Lust-drenched is a good look on Mark. His hair’s all mussed up from my hands. His eyes are shining with . . . satisfaction.

Yeah, this is what he wanted. To make someone else feel amazing. Well, mission accomplished.

“Do you think Lord Oliver liked Sir Trevor’s mouth as much as I liked yours right now?” I ask.

He blushes, and this is the first time the red in his cheeks has come with a smile. “At least as much as the bad boy poet liked sucking off Lord Ollie.”

“Get up here,” I tell him, and he climbs over me, pinning me with his arms.

“Now get that mouth on mine and tell me again how much you liked sucking my cock.”

With a laugh, Mark brings his lips to mine, gives me a firm kiss. “You’re such a greedy fucker. You want a blow job and praise?”

“You wanted to give me one,” I point out.

“I didn’t hear you protest,” he says, and this is the you posh fucker Mark, the I like to drive a stick Mark.

The Mark who lets down his guard every now and then.

I like this side of him. A lot.

“So, I guess I fit your requirement for some willing, non-creepy single dude with good hygiene to sixty-nine?”

Pretty sure I know the answer, but I’m ridiculously hopeful for a big, fat yes.

He flops down next to me, doesn’t even crack a grin. “You’ll do.”

“Fuck you,” I say with a laugh.

“Aww, there you go again with our love language.”

“Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you,” I add.

Finally I get a smile. “Yes, Asher. That’s on the long list.”

A flash of heat rushes through my body, headed straight for my dick. I want that. Badly. “Sounds like a great list.” I kiss the corner of his lips. “Along those lines?say it.”

“Say what?”

“How much you loved sucking my cock.” I run a finger across his lips. “Say it again.”

He scoffs.

“C’mon,” I goad.

“Why?”

“Because the word cock is so fucking hot on your lips,” I tease him.

He crooks his lips in a devilish grin. “Then why don’t you suck my cock?”

“I will.”

Then I move down his body, giving him the same delicious treatment. Kissing his pecs, licking his oh-so-lickable abs, and settling between his legs.

Time to indulge in my favorite treat.

I slide my hands under his thighs, haul him close, and then finally . . . I tease him.

I taunt him with my tongue and my lips.

Kissing his inner thigh. Sucking on his balls. Flicking my tongue along his shaft.

I reduce him to a panting, hot, babbling mess as he mutters curses and then curses me.

And finally, I give in, taking him deep, sucking him good till his hands are roped in my hair, and he’s holding on for dear life till he comes.

So damn loudly.

His groans last forever and make me very happy.

After I let go, I drop next to him and drag a hand through my hair.

“I knew you wanted to run your hands through my so-not-floofy hair. It just took me a little while to realize you wanted to do it while I was sucking your dick,” I say lazily.

With a laugh, Mark shoots me a look. “It’s so floofy.”

19

DISNEY WORLD FOR HORNY ADULTS

WEDNESDAY

MARK

I wake up reluctantly. When I become aware that it’s awfully bright in this room, I bury my face in a soft, unfamiliar feather pillow. Somewhere nearby, my phone vibrates. I ignore it. The cotton against my skin is too soft. And the ocean breeze against my naked body is too soothing.

As I drift here in partial wakefulness on the comfortable mattress, I slowly realize a few crucial things that ought to be alarming.

This is not my bed.

I’m not wearing underwear.

My body feels heavy with sexual satisfaction.

My eyes fly open. And the first thing I see is the muscular back of an ex-professional soccer player, and miles of his golden skin.

I let my gaze travel lower to a tan line that begs me to run a finger across it. And below that, the most impressive bare ass that I've ever had the pleasure of sharing a bed with.