Lonely Hearts by Heidi Cullinan Read Free Book Online

course, they’d have had to push past my barbed wire, which nobody’s suicidal enough to do.” He rolled his eyes and ashed his cig. “Except Aaron, the shithead.”
    Baz passed over the flask. “Aaron’s a good kid. He and Giles are right together.”
    Yes, and sometimes Elijah hated that. He withdrew his now-Oban-filled flask. “I fucked Giles, you know.”
    Baz chuckled and blew a stream of smoke. “I fucked Aaron.”
    Elijah remembered—mostly how upset Aaron had been when it ended. “Is he as sweet and innocent as he looks?”
    â€œYep.”
    â€œBet he purrs like a kitten.”
    â€œAffirmative.” He stubbed out his cigarette into the gravel with half of it remaining. “I assume Giles takes a second to get over himself, then fucks with abandon?”
    â€œHe’s got ninja skills. Total top, though. No switching except maybe for novelty. Surprised the hell out of me.”
    â€œHmm. Too bad I passed him up.”
    Elijah hit him with the flask, laughing. “Shut up. Really? You want to rearrange?”
    â€œWe’ll save it for next time.” They were at the car now, and Baz pressed Elijah into it. “Somebody got me in a mood .” Baz sucked lightly at Elijah’s neck, inspiring him to tip his head to the side. “We’re climbing into the backseat, I’m firing up some Maino, and you’re sucking my cock until I decide to put it in you.”
    That’s what they did. Baz leaned over the console from the backseat and fussed for a second, and once the sultry beat of R&B pulsed from the stereo, Baz settled against the door, spread his legs wide and arched an eyebrow over the top of his sunglasses.
    Elijah didn’t need a second invitation.
    He tugged at Baz’s fly, palming him through the expensive fabric to get to the goods. He admired the pretty, cut length of Baz curving to the right—then stuck his ass in the air, nestled into Baz’s crotch and sucked him fast and deep into his mouth.
    He pulled off quick, mostly wanting to get Baz’s attention and make it clear he meant business. Sucking cock was Elijah’s greatest skill. He’d worked on Grindr to get a rep as a hot, talented mouth, which meant if he priced fucking higher, he could mostly stick to blow jobs for cash because they were still great and seemed like a bargain. When he actually wanted a guy, his talents got him gratitude and affection.
    For Baz he got out the big guns—lots of attention to his balls, sucking them gently, running his tongue around the tender sacs, massaging them as his mouth returned to the shaft. The music wouldn’t have been his first choice, but it worked—apparently Maino was a fan of blow jobs, because the beat let Elijah climb on top, bob and weave and lick in time to the rhythm. The car was silent, shutting out the world, keeping them in a sleek, futuristic red bubble. Elijah glanced up, lips spread, figuring by this point Baz’s eyes ought to be rolled back in his head.
    He shuddered, a moan escaping when he found Baz staring intently at him—as far as he could tell with the shades—completely contained, a small smile on his face. His hand moved down Elijah’s back, slipping beneath his waistband, moving insistently south as he pressed Elijah deeper onto his cock with his free hand.
    â€œI should have said…” his fingers tightened on Elijah’s hair, “…I like a little desperate on my dick. Let me at your ass.”
    Elijah fumbled with his own fly, getting his waistband slack in time for Baz to push his dress pants down, his briefs. Baz’s fingers teased the sweat of Elijah’s crack, but only for a moment. When those same fingers brushed Elijah’s jaw, he turned, whimpering, to take them in his mouth.
    When they left, he latched on to Baz’s cock, took him deep and moaned as Baz pressed at the pucker of his ass.
    One stroke was