As we move to the music, he gathers my hair in one hand, pulling my head back gently. Then he kisses down my throat, the abrasion of his stubble sending sparks to my groin and into my balls. I moan as he licks and sucks at the tendon in my neck, knowing without being told that it’s my hot spot.

I raise my head, and for a second we stare into each other’s eyes. Before I can conjure a thought, we’re kissing. It’s shocking in its intensity, the feel of his tongue in my mouth, the scent of him in my nostrils. And it’s stunning in both its newness and how right it feels. Right, down to the depths of me.

Clasping his head, I send my fingers through the black waves, and he groans into my mouth, pulling me closer, rubbing against me and no longer making any pretence of dancing. He sucks lazily on my tongue, and I feel a warning tingle in my balls. I abruptly step back and away from him.

“What?” he says blearily. “Charlie?”

I press my hand hard against my cock. His eyes follow the movement, his pupils flaring sexily. “Shit,” he mutters.

So close, I mouth.

He shudders in response, and I know he’s close too.

“What are we doing?” I ask helplessly.

He steps toward me and whispers in my ear, “I don’t know.” The warmth of his breath makes me shiver. “I know what you’re going to say, Charlie, and my answer is I don’t know, and furthermore, I actually don’t care. Do you know what I care about?”

I shake my head. One of his hands slides into my hair and the other cups my hip. He kisses me deeply, his mouth a warm and lush pressure. “I care about getting my cock inside you,” he says hoarsely. When he pulls away to look me up and down, it’s as if his gaze is stroking me. I give another whole-body shiver and his eyes flare. “It’s all I’ve thought of for weeks—what you’ll feel like when my dick’s in you. I think you’ll be tight, Charlie. Tight and so hot. Am I right?” I gape at him, and he shrugs, his eyes intent. “So, the question should really be, what do you think?”

I’m not sure who this Misha is in front of me. He looks like my friend, but he’s also an impossibly sexy stranger. My head is cloudy, my cock is throbbing painfully, and all I can think of is how right he feels. Like nobody I’ve been with before. I lick my lips. It’s unbelievably hot that I now know what Misha Lebedinsky tastes like.