“Why did you hold back?” he tosses back.

“Good question.” I absentmindedly rub my hand across my chest. Mitch’s gaze drops and I swear the man’s tongue nearly rolls out of his mouth. I yank my hand away and tuck it to my side. “I guess I just went along with the record label. I didn’t want to ruin the other guys’ chance of success by being selfish.”

“It’s not selfish to be who you are, Gavin,” Mitch states. His eyes finally leave my chest to find my face.

“Right back at you, Utah.”

He smiles and my mouth goes dry. Mitch is just so damn gorgeous—rugged, masculine, with handsome features and large muscles—but when he smiles he’s stunning.

Mitch swallows and I can hardly control the urge to lean over to lick across his delectable throat and taste his skin. It turns out I don’t have to, because just like the last two times, Mitch makes the first move.

70

Mitch

My body has never had such a powerful response to another person. Whenever Gavin is nearby, my mind goes blank and my heart skips into overdrive. His face, his body, the way he moves, the way he smells…all of it combines to form a potent aphrodisiac that I’m powerless to resist.

I might not be experienced when it comes to men, but lust is lust, and the look of hunger on Gavin’s face can’t be mistaken for anything else. When his eyes drop to my throat and his pupils dilate, my cock goes from rigid to rock hard. I’m hardly in control of my own body anymore, so when his mouth parts and his tongue swipes over his full lips, I snap.

In one quick move, I twist sideways, colliding with Gavin, knocking us both down to the carpeted floor. Once the shock of me shoving him off the couch wears off, Gavin turns feral. A growl rips from his chest and he grips my hair to hold my head in place as he attacks my mouth. Velvet tongues twist together and hard bodies slide in an uneven rhythm.

“Fuck, Mitch.” His voice is ragged and breathy.

I groan when Gavin blazes a scorching hot trail of bites down my neck. “Get this off,” he hisses, yanking my shirt up over my head.

I lean back long enough for Gavin to rid himself of his own cotton shirt. He tosses it aside and lies down, giving himself to me. It’s like a fucking buffet and I have no idea where to begin.

“Jesus, Gavin.” My hands start at his shoulders and skim down smooth skin to those mesmerizing piercings. “These are so fucking sexy.” I didn’t get a chance to explore them last time, so I tug experimentally on the metal hoops. Gavin’s back arches off the floor, his hips bucking up into mine.

“Mitch!”

Turned on by his response, I drop my head and drag my tongue across his collarbone, down to one of the flat copper discs. Swirling around the tight nub, I gently pull a hoop between my teeth.

“Jesus…Oh god, Mitch. Fuck, yeah.” His head drops back, causing his neck to curve up. It’s so hot I have to reach down and squeeze my dick to keep from coming.

The reactions I’m wringing from Gavin are some of my dirtiest fantasies come true. Strong hands pull harder on my hair, holding my mouth to Gavin’s chest as I suck on one nipple, working the ring as he squirms. Then I move to the other, eliciting similar effects. Fingers loosen to scrape across my scalp almost gently while I worship his body.

“Mitch, stop…” he pants breathlessly. “Stop!”

When I pull back, Gavin squirms out from under me and climbs on top, forcing me down to the ground.

“I need to taste this.” He groans and grabs my dick through my pants. My hips thrust up from the ground, my cock quite happy with the idea. “Mitch—?”

It takes a minute to realize Gavin is looking at me. Waiting for me to tell him it’s okay. That I want him to suck me. How the hell am I supposed to think while he’s touching my cock?

“Yes,” I hiss as he presses his palm down on my crotch.

Gavin immediately reaches for my waistband, deft fingers making quick work of my fly. I lift my hips to help as he tears off my jeans and briefs, releasing my red, pulsating hard-on.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous, Mitch.”

Gavin sits on his haunches, licking his lips and staring hungrily at my cock.

“What are you waiting for?” Unable to help myself, I reach for my dick and stroke it, aching for friction.

“Just admiring the view.” He knocks my hand away, growling. “That’s mine.” Before I can reply, he engulfs my entire cock, those full lips stretched tight around the rigid flesh.

“Holy shit!”

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