Page 7 of No Pucks

“Married?” I put my lips next to his ear.

“Not anymore.”

“Then what’s stopping you?” I brush my nose through his five o’clock shadow as I pull back.

His entire body reacts to me. “You’re?—”

“Young? And? We are both adults, and I approached you.”

His breathing hitches. “You’re half my age. What could you possibly want with me?”

“I’ve had a really bad night, and I’m sure you’ll turn that around.”

The bartender sets the receipt in front of me, and I give him a generous tip for his speed.

“Sure you don’t want another drink?” he asks.

“You said only one drink…”

“I didn’t mean you had to…” He shakes his head.

“We can have another drink—elsewhere.”

He almost smiles but stops himself. It makes him more attractive, and I find I want to actually make him smile. “You are?—”

“What?” I press.

“Something else.”

“A good something, I hope.”

“Very good. Hard to say no to.”

“Then don’t say no.” I press in closer so our chests brush.

“Isn’t it wrong for me to take advantage?” He’s faltering in his conviction, and I seize the opportunity.

“I’m pursuing you, and unlike what you’re used to, I can fuck all night.” I let my words curl around him as I pull back enough so he can see me grab my semi-hard cock through my slacks.

“Fuck,” he says on an exhale. He hesitates before throwing back the rest of his drink, but I almost have him. Then, he side eyes me. “Why do you look familiar?”

“I’d remember if we met.” The last thing I need is him recognizing me through my father. Nothing kills my hard on faster than being asked about him.

“You’re right. I’m sure I’d remember you too.” He studies me again. “Why are you having a bad night?”

“It doesn’t matter, and you don’t need it to either.”I don’t let him stall.

“You sure you wouldn’t rather talk about it?” He’s sweet, and that just makes him more attractive. He needs to shut up so I don’t like him more than I should.

“No, I’d rather get a taste before you decide to stay in Florida.”

Amusement flashes in his eyes, but it never reaches his lips. He’s a tough one to crack. Finally, he leans in enough to barely rub his cheek against mine. “Then take a taste.”

I turn into his touch, lips meeting. I barely part mine, teasing with a hint of tongue to leave him wanting more. He chasesthe kiss and gasps into my mouth, and I pull back, flicking my tongue over his full lower lip as I do. He growls out his frustration, grabbing the back of my neck as his touch sparks through me, igniting lust all the way to my dick.

“Where?” he asks, as if I’d fuck him in the bathroom.

Not a chance.

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