...This was a place so far removed from his ex-lover. It was earthy and rough. And that’s what Drake wanted—no, that’s what he needed right now.

He needed Vic.

Cupping the back of Vic’s neck, he dragged him down, plastering his mouth to the other man’s, sucking and thrusting his tongue deep inside his mouth. Vic tasted wonderful and hot. Drake wanted as much as he could get. More.

He wanted Vic to wash away the memories, to deluge him with new ones. To cleanse him in the most primal way possible. And he knew Vic was the man to do it.

Vic pushed him back to the cold floor. “What do you want, Drake?”

“I want it different. I want you to make me forget. I’m hungry, Vic. Make me want it till I can’t think straight.”

“It won’t last, you know. Morning will come. Believe me, I know all about that.”

Drake gripped his shoulders and dragged him down again. “Morning is a lot of hours away. Tonight I want to think only about you. About what you’re going to do to me. Will you do that, Vic? Make me forget. Drown me in sex. Your sex.”

When Vic ground his hips against Drake, Drake thought he was going to cream his pants right there. Vic reached down between their bodies and molded his fingers around Drake’s erection. He rubbed him through the material, up and down, creating great flares of hungry lust throughout Drake body.

God, yes. That’s exactly what he wanted. Drake arched up his hips, thrusting his cock into Vic’s hands. Vic’s grip feathered across the cloth, pressing and stroking. He ripped Drake’s shirt out of the waistband, then fastened his mouth to Drake’s belly. He nipped and razed across his flesh.

As his mouth craved Drake’s skin, Vic’s hands stroked up and down Drake’s inner thighs, cupped and kneaded his balls. Circled around and cupped his ass, squeezing and separating.

“I want to fuck you so badly, Drake.”

Vic’s breath burned hot against Drake’s stomach. He could feel the hairs at his groin curl in upon themselves at the sizzling tone of Vic’s voice.

“Take off my damn pants,” Drake groaned and arched with the need to feel Vic’s mouth wrapped around his cock. What he wouldn’t give to have the man’s dick buried deep in his hole.

Vic pulled off Drake’s shoes, then undid and yanked down his pants and underwear. He heard the jingle of his belt buckle as Vic tossed the clothing across the room. He felt the cool, damp air against his raging hot skin.

He thought he was going to die when he felt Vic’s hand wrap around his rigid cock.

“Oh, yeah, like that. Oh, God, yes.”

His hand felt big, and the calluses dragged across his flesh as Vic pumped his hand up and down his prick.

“You like that, baby? That feels good for you?”

“You know it does.”

“Know what I’d like to do to you?”

“The same thing I want to do to you, I imagine. Oh, geez, I’m going to come. Oh, yeah.”

Vic slowed his dance along Drake’s cock. “We could fuck right here,” he was saying. “There’s plenty of lube available.”

“What?” Drowning in lust, Drake found it hard to concentrate on what Vic was saying.

He felt Vic lay down next to him. Felt his big body sprawled out alongside him, his hand still imprisoning Drake’s flaming hard dick.

“Ever done it with motor oil, Drake? I bet not. Ever done it dirty, baby? The smell’s not too great, but it’ll slick up that little hole of yours perfectly for fucking. Would you like that baby? Is that how you want it?”