Page 103 of Heated Rivalry 1
“You have not been with another man?” Ilya may have held his breath as he waited for the answer.
“I have.”
Ilya exhaled. Of course he had.
“Who?” He hadn’t meant to blurt that out, but it was too late to take it back.
Shane pressed his lips together. “No one. Stop distracting me.”
But now Ilya was curious. Shane was so careful. Who would he risk having sex with?
“Tell me. Was it another player?”
“No.”
Ilya decided the only way to get this information out of Shane was to make it sexy.
“Did you go to a bar? Did you see someone you could not resist?”
“I went—fuck—I went to Mexico with Hayden and a couple of the other guys. A few—ah, god—years ago. We went out one night and, yeah, I was terrified but...fuck, it had been so long.”
“You don’t let yourself have release enough, Hollander. I don’t know how you do it.”
Shane laughed, a little darkly. “I haven’t come since I saw you last, you know that?”
Ilya inhaled sharply and sped up his hand. It occurred to him that he hadn’t had an orgasm in a couple of days himself, which was an epic drought for him.
“Tell me about this man in Mexico.”
“There’s not much to tell. He was big. He looked like he was, y’know, what I was looking for.”
“A big, strong top?” Shane looked so embarrassed, Ilya took pity. “Was he? What you needed?”
“No. I mean, sort of. But...”
“Did he hurt you?”
“No. He just wasn’t...”
Ilya needed to hear it. “Wasn’t what?”
Shane clenched his eyes shut and said, “You. He wasn’t you.”
Ilya damn near lost it. Shane was going to ruin him, saying things like that.
“Was he the only one?” Ilya couldn’t stop the questions from falling out of his mouth now.
“There was a guy in L.A., at a club. I went out by myself. I was desperate.”
“And?”
“We sucked each other off. I was nervous the whole time.”
“Aw.”
“And that was it. Two guys. And you.”
God.“Mexico top. Hollywood blow job guy. And me.”
