Knight
A throbbing bass line, pulsing lights, and sweaty bodies made the nightclub into a living, breathing, heaving creature. Lust filled the air, intoxicating. I was already half hard in my jeans and I hadn’t even touched a guy yet.
Then again, I hadn’t wanted to touch most of the guys in prison. A few furtive hookups when I got desperate—but nothing regular since Syd, a very sweet inmate who’d been released two years before me.
I caught the eye of a gorgeous, willowy guy. Blond, curly hair, damp with sweat and falling over his blue eyes. That was the kind of sweet you didn’t find in state prison.
I licked my lips and trailed my gaze down his body, over the mesh tank top exposing toned arms and flashes of his pale chest and dusky nipples, the booty shorts barely covering his ass, and long legs I wanted wrapped around my head. He was fucking adorable and my mouth watered with the urge to lick him like a lollipop.
His eyes were roving over my body too, taking in the dark scruff on my face, the white tee that practically glowed under these lights and exposed the ink running down my arms, the black jeans that were tight in the thighs and the ass, the belt chain that draped right down near my bulging crotch.
He slid the tip of his pink tongue over his full bottom lip.
Oh yeah, he liked what he saw.
I hadn’t even made it to the bar yet, but I hadn’t come out tonight to drink. I’d much rather eye fuck the cutie across the room.
I was starting a new work program tomorrow, some transitional crap my parole officer talked me into trying in Riverton, Nebraska, a tiny hole-in-the-wall town. Who knew if I’d find any queer men there? Definitely none willing to live openly, and I was done with that secretive shit.
I’d hidden for Puck. Fought for him.
Gone to prison for him.
And what had he done for me?
A month into my sentence he’d shown up to tell me he was hooking up with that biker hag Lana who threw herself at every available dick. He was done playing around with men.
Playing. Like I’d risked my life for him, gone to prison for him, for nothing but a game. I’d joined the Sons of Serpents to be with him when I was barely eighteen.
He knew I was devoted.
I’d begged him to reconsider, tried to remind him of what we meant to each other. He didn’t have to be celibate for me. He only had to be loyal in his heart. But he couldn’t do that.
He wouldn’t.
I shook off the thoughts. There was no room for Puck here. Not now, not when I had caught the eye of a sexy little thing who was breaking away from his group of friends to approach me.
My blood ran hot at the thought of his tight, supple body against mine.
He stepped in close, placing one hand on my chest as he went on his tiptoes to speak into my ear. “I could feel your stare from across the club.”
I slid my right hand around his waist, thumb brushing over the bare skin between his shirt and shorts. “Yeah? Seems like you were doing some looking, too.”
“Oh, I was.” There was a smile in his voice. His lips brushed the shell of my ear. “Want to buy me a drink?”
“If you want one,” I rasped, cock fully hard now. My hand slipped down to caress his ass. “I’ll give you anything you want tonight.”
He pulled back, eyes bright with humor. “Let’s start with a dance.”
I didn’t want to dance. I wanted to devour him. But I let myself be pulled out onto the dance floor. He wrapped his arms around my neck, stepped in close, and I tugged him against my body.
He rolled his hips, guiding us into a sinuous dance that made me ache to get him naked.
“You’ve got a lot of tattoos.” He brushed a fingertip over my neck. “Is that just for looks, or are you a bad boy?”
“What if I am?”
“Not really my type.”
I raised an eyebrow and tugged his hips, his hard-on digging into my thigh. “Feels like it is.”
He laughed. “Oh, I’m hot for you, babe. For one night, anyway.”
“One night is all I need,” I said, lowering my head to take his mouth in a searing kiss.
He tasted sweet, like he’d been drinking some fruity cocktail. I sucked the flavor from his tongue, and he moaned and clutched at my bare arms.
I grabbed one thigh and hiked it up, bringing our cocks together, and he tore his mouth away with a gasp. “Backroom?”
“Hell yes.”
I kept his hand in mine, pushing through the dancers, until we reached the hallway leading past the bathrooms. There was a dark alcove and grunts and groans drifted out of it, a symphony of sex that only fired my blood more. I wanted to make this beautiful man pant and moan louder than all of them.
I pushed him into a shadowy corner and slid my hands under the tank top that clung to his torso. I’d been dying to get my hands on the tight little nipples I’d seen through the mesh.
I found a hard peak and pinched it. He groaned, which was echoed by a deep voice beside us. We both cut our gazes over to see a big burly guy swallowing another muscle jock’s dick with eager slurps.
“Fuck me,” my pretty partner whispered. “That’s hot.”
“Sure is.” I dropped to my knees, making him suck in a sharp breath, and tugged down his tight-as-fuck shorts. “Gonna make you moan louder than him.”
He laughed. “It’s not a competit—oh god.”
I lashed his cock head with my tongue, tasting salty skin and a hint of soap. His cock was slim, curved slightly to the left. I couldn’t see much but the shape in the darkness, but I was sure it was the rosiest pink to match his complexion.
He fumbled in a tight pocket and came out with a foil square. “I’m on PreP, but you can’t be too careful.”
“You strike me as a good boy. I’ll take my chances.”
His gaze burned into me, conflicted. “I’ve been tested. I’m safe. But I won’t do the same for you, so—”
I took him into my mouth, savoring the velvety texture of his skin, the hardness inside it weighing on my tongue, and the breath that stuttered out of him as he clenched his fingers in my hair.
“F-f-fuck,” he cried.
I didn’t need him to take any risks for me. I’d always loved sucking dick, and I was happy to cum with his dick in my mouth and his whimpers in my ears.
I dragged his shorts the rest of the way off, then grabbed his inner thighs and spread him open, draping his legs over my shoulders.
“Wh-what?” he panted, unsure, until I dipped down to suck his ball sac into my mouth. I rolled his balls around my tongue, savoring his moans of pleasure, then slid one finger back to stroke over his hole.
He writhed in pleasure as I worked him over, taking my time as I never had in prison. This might be a dark corner in a public club, but I was going to thoroughly enjoy it, anyway.
I took his cock down my throat once more and fumbled with my jeans to pull my dick out and stroke.
He arched, his cock pushing deeper into my throat, and that was so fucking hot I rumbled out a groan of my own.
“Oh, you like that,” he said breathlessly. “Me fucking your mouth.”
I made a sound of agreement, and he rolled his hips, sliding his shaft over my tongue, into my throat, cutting off my air, before pulling back. He rode my face, using my shoulders for support, until his thighs started quivering.
“Gonna come,” he cried loudly. There was a chuckle beside us, and a smattering of applause across the room.
“Get it, baby!” someone called.
“Oh fuck,” he gasped, probably embarrassed and turned on that we had an audience. No one could really see us, not unless they were right next to us, but they knew what was happening.
My dick swelled in my hand, pressure building, as my climax rose to claim me. I tightened my mouth around him, sucking as best I could as he fucked my face.
His hips stuttered, he stiffened, and then salty cum poured down my throat. I swallowed greedily, and my orgasm hit, cum spilling over my fingers as I unloaded beneath his feet.
A fitting place for a guy like me.
I was lucky to be here on my knees, worshiping at his altar. If he knew anything about me, he’d stay far away.
“So good,” he rasped, his voice hoarse after that loud cry.
I smiled with satisfaction. I’d wager I’d given him his best orgasm in a long damn time. Not that he hadn’t done the same for me. They didn’t make guys like him in prison—or in biker gangs.
Puck flashed into my mind, and I quickly pushed the image of his face aside. He wasn’t part of my life anymore. He had no place in my afterglow with this beautiful stranger.
I lowered his shaky legs to the ground and handed him his shorts.
“I never even caught your name,” he said, keeping a hand braced on my shoulder for support.
I zipped up. “Everyone calls me Knight.”
“Knight.” He flashed me a grin. “You going to save me?”
“Didn’t I already do that?”
He laughed. “Saved me from a dry spell, that’s for sure. I’d probably have had bad, drunken, sloppy sex if not for you.”
“That’s not what this was?”
His eyes met mine, suddenly intent. “No. I don’t think so. I’m barely tipsy, and you? You haven’t even had a drink, have you?”
“Wrong,” I murmured. “I just had a delicious cocktail.”
He snorted and tugged on his shorts, smoothed his hair, and gave me a long look. “You live in Omaha?”
“Nope. Just passing through.”
“Ah.” His smile was wistful. “Too bad.”
“Nah,” I said. “It’s like you said. I’m a bad man, and that’s not really your type.”
“Guess you’re right.” He brushed his thumb over my bottom lip, making me crave another kiss. “It was real nice to meet you, Knight. But I should get back to my friends before they send out a search party.”
I nodded once, mouth too dry to speak, and watched him walk back toward the hallway. It was only after he’d gone that I realized I’d never asked for his name.
I’d just have to remember him as Angel. After all, he’d made me want to worship him.
I was glad that I wasn’t staying in Omaha, though. I’d be far too tempted to drag him down to my depths.