The Complete Rockstar Series

His hips roll wickedly and my mind goes blank. I swear I see lights sparking in the back of my eyes as they roll up into my head. Where the hell did he learn that?

Mitch groans long and loud and it’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever heard. My cock twitches and I shudder from the restraint required to keep from coming. I have to turn my head to the side to tear my mouth away from Mitch’s. Even then he still doesn’t stop, happy to continue licking and biting my ear and neck while doing that sinful hip thrust. My balls tighten as I teeter on the edge.

“Fuck! Mitch, stop.”

His hot tongue slides along a tendon down my neck, followed by quick, sharp nips of his teeth.

Holy mother of god.

“Mitch,” I hiss through clenched teeth.

“What?”

His voice is the rough, deep timbre of a man caught up in a haze of sexual pleasure. Jesus, this is more difficult than I thought. Every cell in my body is screaming for release and I’m trying to stop it from happening. I let my arms drop back to my sides, immediately mourning the loss of having that perfect ass cupped in my hands.

I catch my breath and focus so I don’t lose my train of thought. “Why are you doing this?” My eyes are riveted to his mouth as his tongue peeks out and swipes across his lower lip.

Focus lost.

“Doing what?” Mitch slides his hips a fraction and groans, his eyelids flickering shut.

“Mitch!” Bracing my hands against his chest—and oh god, what a chest it is—I push Mitch off of me, dumping him on the floor.

“What the hell, Gavin?”

Mitch scrambles to his feet as do I. We’re right back to square one, staring at each other, both trying to be as intimidating as possible. Only this time, that sexy fucker is all rumpled and swollen lipped and I have a very obvious hard-on jutting out from my thin grey sweatpants.

I drag a hand through my hair and tug. Hard. The sharp pain helps me ignore the fact that my cock is beginning to ache.

“Fuck. What are you doing, Mitch? Are you gay? Bi?” Mitch frowns and takes a step towards me. In turn, I take a step back. “I’m not your experiment, Hale,” I spit out heatedly.

Mitch’s head drops. His large hand rubs the nape of his neck. The tension across his shoulders is noticeable from several feet away. The man is so confused.

And you still want him, Walker. Admit it. You’ll gladly do him even if you are an experiment.

Fuck if that doesn’t make my dick even harder. Which, in turn, makes me angrier. Furious at being used, I’m determined to make him talk. Crossing the room in three large steps, I get right in his face, plant my hands across that damn perfect chest, and shove.

“What the fuck are you doing, Hale? Huh? Want a little walk on the queer side? Well fuck you! Just because I’m gay doesn’t mean I’m easy or desperate enough to be your one off.”

Mitch’s eyes narrow and his mouth curves into a scowl. I think about how good that mouth felt on mine and my fury rises another notch. The resentment I feel floods my body with adrenaline, which makes me reckless. I crowd closer still, pushing Mitch back again.

“Why are you here, Mitch? I thought you needed space to find my stalker. So where is he? Did you find him? Or did you come here just to get your cock sucked by the fag?”

With a final burst of anger, I lift my hands to his chest, determined to give him one last push. Faster than I can track, Mitch’s hands cover mine. He flips us around and in one smooth move topples me backwards onto the bed. Once again, I find myself underneath Mitch’s large body.

He pins my hands down on either side of my head, his chest and hips locking my lower body in place. If I wanted an honest-to-god knock-down fistfight, I could get free, but having Mitch hold me down, those grey eyes fixed on mine—it’s like being trapped in heaven and hell at the same time.

“Mitch—”

The desire to yell and scream has turned into another kind of desire. The kind that unfurls low in your belly, starting as a slow burn and cranking into a raging inferno in the span of a heartbeat.

“Shut up,” he growls. “I’m not using you, Gavin. This isn’t an experiment. I…” Mitch closes his eyes for a moment, opening them back up to stare at my face with longing. “I don’t know what this is, but it isn’t a new feeling.”

The sound of my name rumbling up from his chest has me shuddering beneath him.

“Oh.”

That’s all I can come up with. “Oh.” Brilliant. The man just admitted he’s possibly gay or at the very least bisexual. Most likely it’s the first time he’s ever told someone, and my genius response is “oh”.