Page 87 of Bro Code

“Maybe.” Riley’s eyes danced with mischief. “Doesn’t that kind of make it hotter for you, though?”

Louis couldn’t believe it. His heart was thumping and his face was flushed, and he was pretty sure his dick was harder than it had ever been in his life, and it wasn’t just the prospect of fucking in a limo. It was that Riley had paid for this limo, specifically, for Louis, so they could fuck in it. Because he knew that’s what Louis liked.

He lunged across the seat and pinned him with his mouth, straddled him, and started fumbling with his belt. Riley was already hard too, but his hands came to Louis’ chest as Louis frantically kissed him, pushing him away and laughing.

“Okay, okay, yes, you’re welcome, but I do want to take advantage of these amenities I paid for.” He gestured at the fridge, the TV, the stereo, the bar.

“Uh huh.” Louis glanced over his shoulder and went back to attacking Riley’s mouth. “After.”

Riley laughed as Louis got his belt undone and dragged his pants off as he got down on the floor. “Aye, Sir.”

The limo pulled out of the parking lot as Louis braced Riley’s knees open and started sucking him off like his life depended on it. He reached down and rubbed himself through the straining fabric of his pants, aching for more but also kind of loving not having it. The sound of the road changed under them and he figured they were on the highway. How far was it to the hotel? How much time did they have?

He hadn’t been going at it very long when Riley suddenly gasped, “Stop! Stop!” and Louis felt his hands on his forehead. He pulled off enough to look up at his heaving chest and glazed eyes, leaving his tongue flat against the underside of his tip.

“What?”

“It’s not–” Riley panted, “we’re not going for record time here.”

“How much time do we have?”

Riley tilted his head like that was cute. He reached down and gently poked the middle of Louis’ glasses. “We have this thing all night, nerd. We don’t have to rush.”

“Oh.” Louis sat back, a little embarrassed.

“Yeah. So I hope you brought your cocaine. I’m kidding, I’m kidding!” Riley put up his hands as Louis’s eyebrows jumped in surprise. “The NHL would literally castrate me.”

Louis smirked, sitting up and taking Riley in his hand. “Hm. That’s too bad.”

Riley’s eyebrow ticked up. “Wait, do you actually have cocaine?”

“No,” Louis laughed, stroking him.

“But you’ve…done…cocaine?”

Louis nodded, sucking him down again. Riley’s hips pressed up to meet him, his face totally stunned. When he came back up, Louis said, “Have you not?”

Riley shook his head. “Like I said: immediate castration by the NHL. Plus…isn’t it supposed to be kind of a slippery slope?”

“It can be. Which is why I don’t do it anymore.”

Riley stared at him with a kind of awe. After a moment he said, “You know, when I met you I thought you were this, like, tight-ass little dweeb. But actually, you’re like this…sexy, drug-fueled…”

“Librarian.”

“I was gonna say nut job.” His breath caught as Louis took him into his mouth again. “But yeah – fuck.” His head tipped back. “That works.”

Louis would have happily spent all night driving around in the limo on his knees with Riley’s dick in his mouth, but Riley was having none of that. Before long he was hauling Louis back onto the seat, pulling down his zipper, and yanking off his pants. Louis sat there in a shirt and nothing with his dick sticking up like an iron rod between them while Riley – also pantsless in his suit jacket and tie – looked him over. The look made Louis burn. He was actually salivating at the thought of Riley sucking him off in this limo.

But to his horror, instead of putting Louis’ cock in his mouth, Riley said, “How about some champagne?”

Louis nearly choked. “Now?”

Riley’s face had gone slightly wicked.

“You fucking dick,” Louis breathed.

Chuckling, Riley turned and opened the fridge. He pulled out a bucket of ice with an open champagne bottle in it. He took his sweet time pouring two frosted glasses, and handed one to Louis. Louis was about to chug it so they could get back to the task at hand, but Riley held out his glass and demanded they cheers first. As Louis put the glass to his lips afterward, Riley said, “Ah ah. Slowly.”