Page 5 of Counterpoint
When he fed the pie to Dominic this time, Adrian slid his hand up until he met the hard ridge of an erect cock.
The groan was deeper this time.
“Summer memories?” Adrian left his hand exactly where it was, but moved his finger enough to rub so slightly against that length.
Watching Dominic swallow was a treat. His chuckle was unexpectedly deep. “I practically grew up at the Jersey Shore. Lots of memories of lemon and sunscreen and—” He blushed.
“Sucking guys off under the boardwalk?”
The blush deepened. “Well, yes—and other things, too.”
Adrian took his bite of pie and shifted his hand up, cupping Dominic’s hard dick. He felt more than heard the inhale of breath. When he held out Dominic’s piece, he slid fingers around the ridge. “You’re a fascinating man, Dominic. What doyoudo for fun?”
This time, the bite was sensual, as was the way Dominic licked the custard off the fork. “Me?” His smile was wicked, and he pressed his shaft into Adrian’s hand and leaned in close to whisper, “I seduce men and let them fuck me.”
Yes. That was blindingly obvious. Adrian couldn’t help the smile. “And how do you think you’re doing?”
“I’m hard as a rock from being fed lemon pie. You tell me.”
Right. That was enough of that. He set down the fork, cupped the side of Dominic’s lovely face, and drew him into a kiss.
The tart of the lemon mixed with the richness of wine and the sweet, sweet taste of unashamed need. Dominic kissed with a lovely mix of desperation and determination, and no, this wasn’t his first rodeo. Not by a long shot. Adrian tightened his grip on Dominic’s cock and kissed back with just enough force to impart one simple fact: he—not Dominic—would be in control.
And like perfection, Dominicmeltedand opened to him, giving way to lips and tongue. After a few more moments enjoying that little taste of submission, Adrian relented. “There’s still more pie.” And they were still sitting in a bar, one that had a few patrons trickling in. He wasn’t about to go any further than that.
A shudder ran through Dominic. “That might undo me.”
“Good.” Adrian sat back. He slid his hand from Dominic’s package. “Something tells me you need to be undone.”
An almost knowing chuckle. “Probably.”
He broke the remaining portion in two, eating his half before scooping up what was left. “Do you want more than this?”
Dominic eyed the pie. “We’re not talking about lemon meringue anymore, are we?”
Perceptive. Adrian did like that in men—especially ones he wanted more than one night from. “No.” He studied the pie, then Dominic. “I’m enjoying this—enjoying you—immensely. And I think I’d be rather disappointed if this night ended with a quick fuck and a goodbye. I’d like to get to know you, Dominic. Know you better than one evening permits.”
Dominic didn’t even look at the pie. “To be honest with you, I haven’t tried anything more than one night with anyone in a very long time.”
“That’s somewhat of a shame.”
“Is it?” Dominic’s raised eyebrow and fire were back.
Oh, to draw that out and then quench it in turn. “Well, I find that learning about what a partner wants and needs takes time. You’re a musician—you know what they say about practicing... How are you supposed to perfect pleasure if you only ever get one shot at it?”
Dominic’s smile was replaced with something more profound.
“And I’m also quite interested in what’s behind those pretty eyes of yours. You’re an intelligent man and I suspect there’s a lot more you do for fun besides being fucked.”
“You’re the first person who’s ever thought I had pretty eyes.” He flicked his gaze to the pie. “Maybe we should save that last bite for later, then.”
“Be a shame to waste it. How about you finish the pie and meet me here next Wednesday at six if you want something a little longer than one night?”
Dominic cocked his head ever so slightly, then nodded. “Deal.”
Adrian slipped the last of the pie into that luscious mouth, and the sight was just as spectacular as the first bite.
When they were done, the waitress cleared their tables and brought them their checks.
