...Vic growled and yanked open the fire escape door. He took the stairs two at a time and never even broke a sweat. The blood pumping through his veins settled in his groin, doubling his agony. He’d show Damien who was his equal, give him a fucking he’d remember when he was old and gray. Then Vic would take a fucking of his own, riding Damien until they both collapsed in a pool of jism.

He slammed open the door on his floor, realizing too late he could have easily hurt anyone standing behind it. Fortunately, no one was there. He scanned the room numbers, looking for his as he continued his march down the hall.

There.

Vic stabbed his hand in his pocket for the keycard. Before he could pull it out, the door to his suite opened. He didn’t hesitate.

Blue eyes wild with confusion, Damien backed up to make way for Vic. Vic let the door close behind him with a soft click. One hand snapped out, fisting Damien’s tan Izod shirt. Vic yanked Damien to him and crushed his mouth over Damien’s, swallowing any hint of a question before the man could utter it.

Vic lashed his tongue over Damien’s. Damien sagged into him, lips melting under the assault. Groaning, he jerked Vic’s black T-shirt from his jeans and raked his fingers over Vic’s stomach. The muscles rippled under his touch and sensation crawled to his testicles. Vic nailed his hand into Damien’s ass and anchored his abdomen to Vic’s, then ground their erections into one another. More groans rumbled from Damien’s throat. He rolled and thrust into Vic’s pelvis, fingers roaming upward until he found Vic’s hard nipples. Then he pinched.

Vic jerked his head up on a moan. Damien’s lips raked down the column of his throat and suckled at his Adam’s apple with that nimble tongue that felt so damn good around the head of his dick.

Vic wedged his fingers into the waistband of Damien’s trousers. A flick of his thumb released the fly button. Damien’s gasp kissed the well of Vic’s throat. Vic jerked at the zipper, slicing it open. Heat from Damien’s groin bathed his fingers.

“I’ve waited all day long for your cock,” he said between clenched teeth. “I’m not waiting a second longer.”

He pushed Damien until he was wedged against the arm of the one long sofa in the living area, the only comfort seating in the suite. Damien grappled for a handhold to brace himself. His other hand fumbled to release his erection to Vic. Vic wasn’t so patient. Grabbing trousers and boxers, he jerked them down and shoved his hands between Damien’s legs.

“God, your balls feel like boulders,” he said, kneading them hard.

Damien spread his legs as far as the clothing around his ankles would allow. “They are,” he gasped. “They really are.”

“I’m going to suck you dry, lover. Milk you until your balls turn inside out.” He jabbed his fingers up Damien’s ass. “Or maybe I’ll just jerk you off and use your cum so I can fuck your ass. Which do you want, sweetheart?”

“You.” It sounded more a whimper than another gasp. “I just want you.”

The declaration shattered the remnants of Vic’s jealousy and fears. But it only enhanced the driving need to mate. After grabbing the hem of Damien’s shirt, Vic hauled it over his head. He licked his lips at the sight of the pebbled brown nipples. He cupped Damien’s pecs and traced his thumbs over the peaks.

Damien snatched the bill of Vic’s ball cap and whipped the hat aside. It landed on the black marble bar across the room, tinkling the glassware together. They held their breaths, waiting for the telltale sound of breakage, then released them with slow smiles when they realized they were safe.

Long fingers combed through Vic’s hair. Damien cradled the back of Vic’s head and tugged it down. His eyes were half-closed with that “take me now” look that had always driven Vic wild with lust.

“I need you, Vic. I love you.”

The words brought a rush of tears to Vic’s eyes. So much emotion…he’d never grow tired of it or of Damien. He blinked his vision clear and feathered his tongue over Damien’s collarbone. Damien arched his neck and his body leaned with him as he urged Vic’s head closer to his nipples. Vic plucked one between his lips, rolling the tight bead of flesh around and around. Soft sighs begged Vic for more. Damien’s shoes thudded to the floor. He toppled backward to the sofa, taking Vic with him and using the sofa arm to finally wriggle free of his clothing.