Donny’s brain melted as electrical fingers worked their way up his spine. He let out a strange noise then snarled out as he came down Getty’s throat.
Getty backed away, licking his lips, smiling up at Donny. “Now what?”
Was the guy for real? “I’m far from done with you.” Donny was going to make this a night they would both remember. He would forget about the pain that still ached through his back, forget that he was still single, and forget that he hadn’t been allowed to take Amir’s kids to fucking Disney World.
Donny just wanted to forget and get lost in the human who was so willing to let him use his body to drown himself in.
Donny bent, capturing Getty’s lips in a sensual kiss. He took over Getty’s mouth, a wild, searing kiss that left them both breathless. “Turn around.”
With a glint of lust in his eyes, Getty turned, presenting his ass to Donny. Mother fuck. Donny grabbed the base of his cock and closed his eyes, calming his racing heart.
Donny guided his cock to Getty’s entrance, his fist damn near strangling his erection. He gritted his teeth as his natural lube took over, spurting out and easing the ring of muscles. Getty must’ve been lost in what they were doing, because he didn’t say a word about lube or the wetness he felt against his hole.
Getty slowly worked Donny inside him. They both groaned when the head of his cock breached Getty. His hips instinctively jerked. Donny locked his muscles into place, allowing Getty to adjust to his length as smooth wetness surrounded his cock.
He gripped Getty’s hips, tilting his head back as pleasure wrapped around him. A long and deep moan escaped from him as Getty rocked back and forth.
Donny fought the growl threatening to erupt. The incredible pleasure of Getty’s flesh against his was nearly maddening. Unable to stand it any longer, he thrust hard, groaning on every stroke at the tight heat clasping him.
Instinct guided him now. Donny couldn’t control it. He thrust his cock inside Getty, the pleasure so damn good he wanted to snarl with it.
“You feel so fucking good.” Getty’s moan was a hard gasp, a breathless sound as his hands curled into the bedding, strangling the cover.
“Ditto, shorty,” Donny whispered as he moved his hand to Getty’s swollen cock and stroked it gently.
He didn’t plan on stopping until they both were spent and sweaty. This was the first time he had ever been at the point of losing control so quickly. Donny was stunned by his body’s reaction. His balls drew up tight against his body, and he knew it wouldn’t be long.
Then he felt it. A powerful fist right inside his chest, the deep connection that snapped into place, their souls merging as one.
He was fucking his mate.
Donny was overwhelmed by the revelation. So shocked that he nearly pulled out. A hookup at a club. A one-night stand. Someone Donny didn’t know a thing about.
His mate.
“Don’t slow down,” Getty whimpered. “Faster, Donnchadh.”
His name sounded so sweet and erotic on his mate’s lips. Donny closed his eyes and rolled his shoulders, tamping down his approaching orgasm.
But there was no stopping it. His climax crested, and Donny slammed into Getty, giving his mate what he wanted. Getty cried out, tilting his ass higher, shouting Donny’s name as he came.
The tight heat surrounding his hard shaft, the scent of Getty’s release, and the look of pure ecstasy on Getty’s face were too damn much. Getty’s hole clamped around Donny’s cock, making it almost impossible to move.
Donny snarled, yanked backward, and then buried himself as his orgasm exploded, his seed filling Getty’s ass.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. Donny eased out of his mate’s ass then took a staggering step back. This was when Donny usually said a few romantic words before he bounced. No tangled emotions and no promises of seeing each other later. No strings attached.
But that wasn’t what he did. Strings were definitely attached.
Donny curled around Getty and took them both down to the bed, spooning his mate.
Getty snickered. “I didn’t take you for the cuddling type.”
Donny normally wasn’t. “Never judge someone before you get to know them.” He kissed Getty’s neck. “Like what’s your last name?”
“Uh-uh.” Getty shook his head. “That’s not how this works.”
Damn. That was normally Donny’s line.
Fine, then Donny would have to find out another way. Like looking at Getty’s driver’s license when the human feel asleep.
But it was Donny who dozed off.
When he woke, Getty was gone. All the moves Donny usually pulled on his lovers had just been pulled on him. And fuck, he didn’t like it one bit.
The player had just gotten played.
* * * *
Getty crept back into the house, praying his dad and Bimbo were asleep. He didn’t want any questions, and Getty just wanted to bask in the glow of what he’d just done.
He would’ve stayed to cuddle, because damn, it had felt good lying in Donnchadh’s arms. But Getty was a realist. Donnchadh was out to have a good time, nothing more. And if Getty would’ve stuck around, he was dead certain his dumb ass would’ve fallen for the guy.
Men like Donnchadh didn’t settle down. Not with men like Getty. A nerd who practically lived in his bedroom in front of his laptop screen. Donnchadh probably preferred high maintenance men, and Getty was about as low maintenance as they came.
After showering and changing into something comfortable, Getty opened his laptop and got to work. He wasn’t the least bit sleepy. His body still tingled from being with Donnchadh, and he was too wired to close his eyes.
As he stared at the coding, all he saw was sinewy skin, long, pretty dreads, muscles that gleamed with sweat, and fuck, he could still taste Donnchadh on his lips, even though Getty had brushed his teeth.
The kisses they’d shared left Getty feeling breathless, giddy, and tattered because he would never see the guy again. Donnchadh’s touch had set Getty on fire, burning him up and leaving him in ashes.
He closed his eyes and tried to concentrate on something else, something that didn’t leave him needy and wanting more from a stranger who was probably after his next conquest.
Getty sighed and closed his laptop. He rubbed his temples, restless and now hungry. He changed into street clothes and grabbed his wallet, phone, and keys before heading out to the diner.
It was still early, but The Diner Train opened at five. Getty had twenty minutes to kill before it opened, so he parked and played a game on his phone, his treacherous mind returning to that motel room over and over again.
Normally he could forget about sexual encounters after they were over, but damn, he couldn’t get the stranger off his freaking mind. Getty rolled his window down and enjoyed the gentle breeze wafting inside the car.
A sedan pulled up, and Cyril, the owner, got out. He looked over at Getty. “Bored or very hungry, Getty?” Cyril’s smile was warm and genuine. He was such a nice guy.
“Both,” Getty said. “Dying for a cup of coffee.”
Cyril nodded his head toward the diner. “Come on in. I’ll get one started for you. The staff should be here any moment, so at least you’ll have company.”
Getty was grateful for any kind of distraction. Anything that would take his mind off Donnchadh. “I can start the pot if you want,” Getty offered.