Jeremy spends the last night of the weekend finishing an article he needs to submit to his editor first thing Monday morning. When someone knocks on his door, he's tempted to ignore it but answers anyway, only to find a sexy delivery guy outside with something hot and ready in his hands.
Too bad Jeremy didn't order the pizza -- it belongs to his neighbors.
Still, he's pleasantly surprised when the delivery guy returns to give Jeremy his number. Paul gets off work in a half hour, and wants to hook up, if Jeremy's interested.
Suddenly Jeremy's evening just got a hell of a lot better.
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He drives a dark blue Saturn that blends into the night ... or rather, it would if it weren’t for the well-lit Arianna’s sign sticking up above his roof. “That’s subtle,” I say, nodding at the sign as I skirt the car, heading for the passenger side. “Does it turn off?”
Paul laughs as he opens the door behind the driver’s seat and unhooks the sign from the window. “I should’ve left this at work. I’m sorry. I was just so anxious to get out of there --"
“And see me again?” I tease.
The street in front of my apartment complex isn’t exactly well-lit; the only light comes from halogen bulbs attached to the front of our building which illuminate the sidewalk and cast a faint glow as far as Paul’s car. But despite the darkness, I see the way his cheeks color.
He slams the door shut and opens the driver’s door, sliding in behind the wheel. I tug on the handle on my side, open the passenger door, and drop down beside him. The faint odor of hot cheese lingers in the air. Because the street’s slightly slant, I feel like I’m falling into him and, before I can stop myself, I do just that. One hand covers his where he fumbles to get the key into the ignition; the other brushes high over his thigh, angling for his crotch. I lean against him and he turns to find my mouth on his for a long, slow kiss.
My tongue licks between his lips. I find that bright chewing gum flavor again but, beneath it, he’s musky and warm, a taste that’s all him. In his lap, my hand closes over the start of an erection and he moans as I goose him gently. Before I pull back, I catch his lower lip between both of mine and nibble it with my teeth. Inches from his face, I open my eyes and stare at his closed eyelids for a few heartbeats until he realizes I’m watching and opens his eyes, as well. He can’t see my smile but I know he feels it against his mouth. “Where are we going?”
“I ...” His voice cracks and he clears his throat, turning from me a little to catch his breath. He tries again. “I just thought we’d drive a bit, get to know each other. Nothing fancy.”
I squeeze his hardening cock through his khakis. “Sounds good to me.”