I smiled to myself as I pulled on my jacket. I'd decided Varvatos was the way to go for this event and as I checked myself in the mirror one last time I had to admit I looked fücking good.

I checked my hair, knowing there was a near 100% chance the gorgeous CEO of the tech company we backed would be there and an even better chance that he'd make yet another go at me. We would never work long term, he was too concerned with money and politics, where as I was too concerned with wine and Beyonce'. But for a thirsty boy who was so riled up from his pretty little neighbor he could burst, I needed something... anything... to give me some relief.

I was about to switch off my light and head out, but before I could I noticed that light from the other building switch on.

I hesitated. I knew if I went over there there was a good chance my party plans would go down the toilet, but could I stay away?

No. Stop living in that fantasy world, give yourself a chance at actual satisfaction.

I took a deep breath and calmly turned off the light. Five full seconds later I made it one step before I had turned back around. What could one peek hurt, right?

I was almost relieved when the room appeared empty, but then he walked into view and I nearly collapsed under the weight of what I was seeing. His hair was styled differently than normal, up and away from that beautiful face. His black jacket hung off of one shoulder as a tease, and I wanted to sink my teeth into that exposed pale skin.

But the icing on the fücking most delicious cake... were those dark lips. The lipstick punctuated all of the things that hit all of my buttons. I was literally paralyzed for a moment, dazzled until he turned his back to me to sift through a dresser. I had no idea where the hell he'd come from dressed like that, but I really didn't give a damn.

I had to adjust myself, knowing that problem wouldn't be an easy one to hide if I kept standing there. I kept telling myself over and over that I should go, that he was most likely just going to go to sleep so I wouldn't be missing much, but I was rooted to the spot, the vision of his made up face practically seared into my retinas.

He shimmied out of his pants, his boxers quickly following. I probably should have realized then that I was going to waste John Varvatos on my carpet and the only thing my cᴏck would be inside would be my own fist. When the black fabric of his jacket hit the floor my own made an equally ungraceful pile on my floor. I quickly tugged off my shoes and tossed them aside. I began working at the buttons of my shirt, the once cool apartment suddenly feeling like it was 100°. I waited for the gorgeous nude man to lay out on his bed, but he didn't. He stood in front of the full length mirror with his back to me. I think that's when it really hit me that he'd waxed or shaved or some combination of the two. I just barely caught myself before I started drooling.

I watched him look himself over, a sort of dark intensity in the eyes I could see in the reflection. I swear he could manipulate anyone into giving him exactly what he wanted. How did he not have a gorgeous man worshipping him every night? Why did he not have someone showering him with gifts and offerings like the deity he obviously was?

I just didn't understand why everyone wasn't throwing themselves at his feet like I so badly wanted to.

I'm glad I managed to pop that last button on my shirt before the mystery man began to turn this way and that, looking at himself from different angles ... though I'm not sure why. What I did know is it gave me the most amazing view to all of it. That pert little ɑss, that semi hard prick, that smooth chest that was just perfect for licking... all of it. My shirt joined my jacket, my belt ending up in some unknown location as I tossed it and my pants and boxers in yet another random direction.

I didn't even bother removing my socks, just moved closer to the glass. I let my mind wander again, imagining myself walking up behind him and sliding my hands around and pressing my arousal right between those soft cheeks. I imagined the hiss in breath as my fingers closed around him. He'd arch, one arm moving up and behind him, seeking out my neck as he leaned his head on my shoulder. I'd watch him in the mirror as I slowly rolled one nipple between my fingers and I began to slowly jerk him. I rounded my hips, taking the tip of his ear gently between my teeth, a low growl sitting in the back of my throat.

I would never last that long, the urge to smear that lipstick with my own lips was overwhelming. I'd have him spun around, back against that mirror and his legs securely around my hips as I dove into his mouth like a drowning man searching for air. I wanted to feel his tongue sliding against mine, those delicious lips between my own. They were worthy of a messy, dirty kiss and I would sell my soul for just one night to dance with those lust loaded weapons.

I imagined lipstick marks scattered across my body, or his light pink tongue sliding across the dark cushions sensually. I imagined those beautiful eyes, maybe a dark green, looking up at me through enviable lashes and those plump lips stretched around me, glistening with saliva.

I imagined...

Wait. I was pulled back to reality as he spit in his hand vulgarly and wrapped it around his cᴏck, his movements slow and calculated. Those fingers looked long and thin, perfect for the act they were currently involved in. He seemed frustrated and for a moment he just stood there watching his reflection before moving to the nightstand and pulling a shoebox from the drawer.

I knew what was in that shoebox and I knew I needed to rethink my current position. I moved to the opposite corner of my room, tripping a bit on a discarded shoe before I reached my destination. I maneuvered the leather chair over to the window and made myself comfortable. The last time my muse had gotten the toys out of the drawer I'd very nearly given myself a concussion when my knees had buckled.

That boy was hazardous to my health and yet I couldn't get enough. The very definition of addiction.

By the time I had finished getting into the best position to see the show, the beauty was on his back, both hands sliding over his chest and downward over his stomach and then his thighs and back up again. It was all quite innocent by his normal standards, but I knew he liked to start slow, easing into it until the fire had gone from a small steady flame to a ruthless wildfire.

I began to hum to myself as I slowly, lazily drew lines up and down my prick, enough to tease but not send me overboard. That would be the vamp next doors job. He wouldn't have any trouble doing it either, if previous experience were any indication.

Thankfully he was laying low enough on the bed that the strip of wall that had come to be the bane of my existence only obscured part of his chest and stomach. It was hard to keep up with the movement though when there was an obstruction, but i let my imagination fill in the space for me. I assumed the last toy had been a vibrator, but he hadn't used it on any of the usual suspects, instead trailing it over his arms and neck, chest and thighs, but I could see his cᴏck responding. It wanted attention and the more he denied it the angrier it got. I was fighting my own restraint not to wrap my hands around my now very hard organ and pump until i screamed, but what the stranger did next I hadn't expected and I had to dig my nails into my thigh and look away for a moment to ground myself. When I looked back sure enough that pretty little ass was directed right at me.

He'd gotten to his feet next to the bed and turned to lean his chest down on the blankets, feet still on the floor. I swear I wanted to get ahold of those round cheeks.. my hands, teeth, lips, tongue... all of the above and more. It took him a bit to maneuver himself into the right position, but I could see a bottle, lube I assumed, being tossed back down to the covers and then I watched him reach around and one finger began a slow circle before pushing in. I wished I could see his face, that was what made that body so special, his face... his expressions and reactions. I had the sudden thought that I'd really like to come all over that gorgeous face, which is probably not anything he'd ever be interested in, but it would be fucking hot to do.

He was up to two fingers by then and I watched the muscles in his legs and bottom twitch as his fingers spread and moved inside of him. He rolled his hips against the comforter, probably to gain friction against his erection, but also to press back against his fingers. He was starting to get a rhythm down and I took that time to let my imagination take over again.

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I slid my hands over his back and around to ɑss, hips and legs. I continued the motion until he was rocking back into my touch, his fingers still buried deep inside. I could tell he was about to try and fit one more in to join the others, but I wanted to be the one to finish this job. I gently took his hand and pulled him away from his target which gained me an almost pitiful sound from his mouth.

"Use those hands to hold yourself open for me."

It took him a moment to get a comfortable position to get both hands back there, but soon long fingers curled around each cheek as he spread himself for me. I licked my lips as I reached for the lube, my eyes locked on his as he attempted to look back over his shoulder, dark lips parted.

It took me a bit to determine just where I wanted to begin with the beautiful body displayed so openly for me. So many wants... just where to start...

I spread lube on my fingers, not wasting time and sliding two inside of him in one quick motion. He whimpered, hands faltering for barely a moment, but he quickly recovered.

He hissed out a broken "yessss" as I stretched him, crooking my fingers to hit the right spots to blur his vision and awareness. He was a beautiful mewling mess after barely a minute and I decided to up the ante. When I pulled away and out of him he let out a whispered "Please..."

Not yet. I wasn't done playing.

I kneeled behind him, biting and nibbling gently at soft supple skin and tight muscle. As I neared my target his hips began to get restless as he tried to direct me where he wanted me, but I wasn't going to make it that easy. I trailed the tips of my fingers up the backs of his legs, up and down as I continued to pepper kisses and love bites along that delicious ɑss. His breath was ragged, lips pursed and his brow furrowed a bit when I pulled back to look at him.

I was so turned on I knew I had to get the show on the road or I wouldn't make it through this. I blew a quick breath over his most private place, watching it twitch before ramming my tongue inside as far as it would go. The gorgeous man's voice grew in volume and desperation as I enthusiastically worked to slowly break him down. He pressed back into my face as I pressed forward.

I swear cursing never sounded as dirty as it did from his lips and it sent a spark of electricity to my stomach and lower.

I needed more. More and more.

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I was shaken from my fantasy as the mystery man's legs seemed to weaken a bit beneath him so he crawled up onto the bed, ɑss angled upwards and perfectly in my view. When I saw what came next I had to squeeze myself to calm my hormones and my racing heart. I watched him first slide the tip of the bright purple toy between those lipstick covered lips, head tilted slightly to the side so I could just barely see, but then he shifted to angle the toy so he had better access and all I could see was the back of that head moving up and down. The back of my head met leather as I spit into my own hand and tried to keep my movements in time with the strangers rhythm.

I was so close... building up and up, but when I saw the man shift, pulling his mouth from that toy so he could slick it up, I knew where it was going and I needed to catch my breath.

I closed my eyes as I tried to calm myself, forcing my hand to the chair arm. A few deep breaths later and I was opening my eyes just in time to watch that purple cᴏck slide inside of him. He'd lifted to prop his front up on his elbow, the position awkward for him yet perfect for me. His teeth looked ridiculously white in contrast to the bottom lip they worried at as he looked back to try and see.

I tried to keep from touching myself as I watched him fück himself, first slow and then building and building. I imagined it was me, my fingers working that toy in and out of that cᴏck-hungry hole over and over again, pushing and pushing.

I dug my fingertips into the chair arms, my hips rocking a bit into nothing but air and I was going insane.

The stranger soon flopped to his side and then his back. I had less of a view from this angle, but I could see the toy still doing exactly what my frustrated cᴏck wished it were at that moment.

When my obsession wrapped his fingers around himself, I did the same and it didn't take long after he was releasing all over his stomach that I made my own mess, slumping down into the chair to catch my breath.

I couldn't even move for awhile, but apparently neither could the stranger as he just lay there for awhile, a satisfied smile on his face and his eyes closed.

When that light finally turned off, I'd already forgotten all about CEO what's his name.

Besides...

Everyone knows Varvatos looks best on the floor.