Page 32 of Survival Game

He heard a moan and was mortified to find out it was him. Eric lavished attention on his mouth as if were the tastiest thing he’d ever eaten. Kyle was thoroughly enjoying being the dish of the day. Dimly he was aware that he was making out during his work shift in the middle of Ryan’s club, but he didn’t care.

Warm hands slid under his shirt and sent ripples of fire down his skin and straight into his groin. Waves of desire and need spread like warm smoke through his body and he knew if he didn’t stop this, he was going to come in his pants.

That would not be a good public look for the house manager of Club Delish. Ryan would castrate him.

Reluctantly, he pulled away, regretting the loss of Eric’s hungry mouth the second he did. “I’m still mad with you. And I’m supposed to be working, not fucking about on the dance floor.”

“Then maybe later I can fuck you on the floor.” Eric trailed a finger across Kyle’s swollen and wet lips.

Kyle wanted to melt into a puddle of goo simply at the prospect of his promised debauchery. “Oh God, you can’t say things like to me here.”

He rejoiced as he looked down to see yes, his silk tuxedo jacquard jacket was covering most of his excited groin from view.

Eric slid a hand across Kyle’s cock, his eyes dark and liquid. “I can if it gets you to not be mad with me.” He squeezed and bent down for another kiss.

Kyle stepped back, noticing the bartender’s amused grin along with other patrons who watched them like sharks scenting blood. He had no doubt if he turned around and snapped his fingers right then, he’d have a horde of them begging to be the meat in a Kyle and Eric sandwich.

“No,” he said as firmly as he could muster, given his aroused state. “This isn’t happening right now. If you really want to apologise to me, you can pick me up after work so I don’t have to navigate the tube to yours and take me back to your place. I get off at two.” Only four more hours to go. “Then we can look at the whole ‘fuck on the floor’ scenario. If you’re not too tired, that is.”

“Oh, I’ll be fine,” Eric drawled, his eyes darting to something behind Kyle. “Not sure you’ll make it though.” He began to laugh softly.

Kyle turned and looked right into icy blue eyes that bore into his brain like a drill.

“Having fun, are we?” Ryan purred and Kyle’s stomach roiled. Delilah was making an appearance. “I confess, I thought I was clear when I said in my job interviews my employees should set an example on the club floor and not commence fucking in plain sight.”

“We weren’t actually fucking,” Kyle said piteously, “We were just—”

Ryan waved a finger. “Tut-tut. It was certainly fucking—of the mouth.”

Kyle looked into the crowd, his hard-on now shrivelled to nothing in the face of Ryan’s—or was it Delilah’s? Sometimes the two were indistinguishable—wilting glare.

“Now, Kyle darling.” Ryan’s silky voice was both dangerous and teasing. “Do you think you could get back to work and leave your sexual liaisons until you get off at twelve?”

He opened his mouth to say his shift didn’t end until two am and shut it promptly at the amused glint in Ryan’s eyes. God, I have the best boss and job ever. “Yes, I can keep it in my pants until then. Eric, pick me up at twelve, okay? I’ll meet you in the staff car park.”

Ryan acknowledged Kyle with a regal tilt of his head then winked at Eric. Without a backward glance, in that way he had, he glided off toward the staircase to his office.

Kyle took a deep breath. “Well, that didn’t go as badly as it could have. See you later then? I’d better get back to work before Ryan-Delilah really lets me have it.”

“It’s a date.” Eric turned to go, his hair mussed and unruly where Kyle had run his hands through it. “And I look forward to the floor show.” He grinned and Kyle’s thoughts turned dark and raunchy. He suppressed them manfully.

“Let’s hope I’m good enough a performer for you then. See you at twelve.”

Kyle blew a kiss to Eric, turned and made his way to the front desk, rolling his eyes in despair at his easy submission into needy pushover.

Chapter Ten

God, that man is going to be the death of me. He kisses like sin.

Kyle’s mouth was a sinful smorgasbord of sheer aggression and no-holds-barred tongue action, and for one moment Eric thought he might suffocate. The man knew how to work his body too. Every press of his against Eric’s, every sneaky touch of his fingers on skin and the heat-inducing cock rubs against Eric’s groin—God. Kyle had no idea how lethal he was to Eric’s sanity.

Or maybe he did.

When Eric reached home and got into the shower, anxious to prepare for Kyle’s visit, he reran his mental video to recall every moment of that kiss in exquisite detail. More than once his hands drifted down to his cock, which begged for release. He wasn’t sure what was better—beating off in the shower to take the edge off, or waiting for Kyle to do it for him.

He settled on rubbing one out, knowing that if he got inside Kyle in his current state Eric would be likely to blow too soon. He wanted to seduce Kyle until he cried Eric’s name, and then he would take his time sliding into Kyle as they enjoyed a leisurely session that made them both gasp and come their brains out.

Kyle deserved to be cherished, like a fine port.