“We promised we wouldn’t do this anymore.” Kenneth groaned, his hands fisting in Lucas’s dark curls. He spun the smaller man around, trapping him between his hungry body and the brick wall of the alley separating DiAngelo’s Pizzeria and Shoney’s Dry-cleaning. Around them the midsummer night air was humid, and the darkness was sultry. Much like the memory of their one night together.
“It wasn’t e-fucking-nough…” Lucas grounded his erection against his thigh. “I can’t forget. I need you to fuck me again. Forget about all the reasons we shouldn’t be, and focus on this…” His tongue thrust past Kenneth’s parted lips.
Lust fogged his brain and his body begged him to give into the other man’s allure. His reasons to stay clear of Lucas Di’Angelo were solid, but at the moment his little head was overriding them. The need to taste more, to feel every inch of the other man’s body under his and ride out every ounce of pleasure was all consuming. Later, he thought hazily, later he would remember why screwing his boss’s son was a bad thing.