In the Silks by Lisa Wilde Page A

Don’t go yet, Henry. Do you want another drink I can go get you one,” Ryan said.
    “No, I’m all set thanks. I really should get going though.”
    “Why, do you have somewhere to be or is someone waiting for you at home?” Ryan asked.
    God, he hoped not.
    “No and no,” Henry laughed. “I’m just tired, and it’s getting late. I had fun though.”
    “No,” Ryan said standing up and moving right in front of Henry.
    “No?” Henry asked sounding surprised.
    “No, I won’t let you leave, come on. Want a Jäger bomb? That shit will wake your ass right up!” Ryan grabbed Henry’s arm and pulled him toward the kitchen. Ryan made Henry a Jäger bomb. He hoped his desperation to have Henry stay longer wasn’t obvious. Shit, he should have been a better host. The urge to pull Henry close and kiss him was so intense. He knew that if he did that in front of everyone Henry would flee for sure. Henry didn’t seem thrilled with the drink but he drank it when Ryan drank his. Then Ryan was able to convince him to have a second round.
    “Ahhh,” Ryan said with an exaggerated voice. “Come on, Henry let’s go sit.” He grabbed the other man by his hand and led him to the sofa.
    As the next hour passed, Ryan intentionally kept Henry close. Sitting with him and talking and when friends would get ready to leave, he would walk them to the door and then go right back to his seat next to Henry. One of Ryan’s friends was really tipsy; another person went to pull their car around to take him home. Henry offered to help Ryan walk his inebriated buddy down to the waiting car.  Once they had him settled in, they walked back into the building; Ryan had propped the door open with his cell phone which made Henry laugh. That laugh, it sent shivers down his spine. And as they walked to the elevator, Ryan’s resolve to keep Henry at his house that night had only strengthened.
    Henry pulled the door down, and he stood back and waited. Ryan didn’t press the button to go up though. He leaned back against the opposite wall as Henry. Henry shot him a confused glance before going over to the panel to press the button.
    Now or never.
    When he reached up to press it, Ryan grabbed his wrist and pulled Henry toward him. Henry stumbled a bit. When Ryan let go of his hand, Henry put it on the wall beside Ryan’s head to steady himself.
    Maybe he was a bit tipsy himself?
    Ryan reached up and grabbed the collar of Henry’s shirt and pulled Henry’s mouth to his. As soon as their lips made contact, Henry froze momentarily, but only momentarily. Ryan had a feeling that if he took the initiative now, Henry would loosen up and be more apt to take over. God, he hoped so. Once Ryan’s tongue pushed at the seam of Henry’s mouth, that was it; Henry opened up for him. Ryan was showing him no mercy; the only chance he gave him to come up for air was when he decided to suck in Henry’s bottom lip.
    Henry moved in closer to Ryan. One hand still on the wall beside his head; the other he trailed down Ryan’s side and stopped at his hip, gripping it. Ryan pushed off the wall a bit so that their groins met. Henry’s moans were lost in Ryan’s mouth. After several minutes, Henry pulled back.
    “Why did you stop?” Ryan reached for him.
    Henry backed up out of his reach. “Because you have a house full of people a few floors away.  If this keeps up, I’m either going back in there with a wet spot or a hard-on that could hammer nails.” Ryan watched Henry rub his dick through his jeans.
    Ryan laughed, “So which would you rather?”
    “Push the button, Ryan.” Henry put his hand up to stop Ryan when he started to move toward Henry again.
    “Wimp,” Ryan said with a smile on his face. Then he pushed the button with a grunt.
    “I got your wimp right here,” Henry said grabbing his crotch.
    Ryan cocked an eyebrow at him. Here was the other Henry starting to peek out from behind the curtain. Ryan went with it. If he called Henry out, he would