Winter's Gamble by Mechele Armstrong Page B

wanted to get up, but because he didn’t want to miss an instant of this show.
    Phil pulled down the underwear to the backs of his thighs, then dropped them so they fell to his feet. He stepped from them with a flourish. And bent over like he was touching his toes. He put his ass in the air and held the cheeks up.
    So Neo could get a peek at the balls and part of the cock that rested on the front side. They jiggled invitingly.
    It was only a glance.
    Neo panted a little.
    Phil straightened up and looked at Neo over his shoulder. “Good enough for an amateur?” He sounded insecure. A different sound for him for sure. He’d been so sure of himself since they’d started talking.
    “You could go pro anytime you want. Rose would have you.” Neo shook his head. Not that he wanted others to look upon this fine man. He liked having Phil’s body to admire all by himself. A double standard if there ever was one.
    And if you ask him, he’d make all this permanent. He’d be your personal playground. All you’d have to do is ask.
    Yet Neo still wasn’t sure what he wanted with Phil beyond the great sex for many aforementioned reasons.
    Phil looked relieved. “I think I’ll stick to bartending. Leave the dancing to you.” He turned around fully to face Neo, naked except for dark blue socks. His erect cock hung from his body, proclaiming every inch of desire that Phil had. A scruff of hair cushioned the object that Neo had wanted to see.
    Phil looked nonchalant, as though a volcano wasn’t rising up in Neo. He took a step toward the bed, his cock swinging in the wind.
    Neo couldn’t keep his eyes from it. Shouldn’t this all-consuming desire be lessening now? Not growing stronger? Only the muffled sounds coming from Phil made him realize that Phil was speaking. “What?”
    Phil looked bemused. His voice was layered with chuckling. “I said, it’s your turn. To get undressed.”
    Neo leaped from the bed. He pulled off his pants and shirt almost at the same time, making quick work of it. “Ta-da.”
    Phil sputtered. “That’s not fair. You told me to strip for you.” He looked incredulous. “Not take it off that fast.”
    “And you didn’t tell me to strip for you. Just to take it off.” He arched a brow. “You snooze, you lose, baby.” He ran his hands down his naked chest. It should be feeling cold in there, but all he could feel was heat. He reached his cock and grasped it in his fingers to hold it out. “You gonna make me cover this shit up?”
    Phil moved to the bed. “Hell, no.”
    “Smart man.” Neo moved onto the bed by Phil.
    “Sometimes. Only sometimes.”
    He’d better stay wise. If he did, maybe they could have something. “Lie back on the pillow.” He grabbed Phil’s head and kissed him thoroughly. Heatedly. It made Neo think of all the things they could do. Would do. The promises were endless.
    “You’re bossy. You know that?” Phil was breathless, yet he continued to try to keep Neo’s lips on his. Neo had said something similar to Phil in the dressing room. It seemed like months ago but wasn’t.
    “Complaining? ’Cause I can stop.” He moved to pull back from Phil, knowing that Phil would stop him, or he wouldn’t have done it. He wasn’t about to pull away now.
    Phil grabbed his head and kissed him again. “Never.” He lay back in the position that Neo wanted.
    Let the games begin.

Chapter Eight
    Phil looked up at the man watching him. He was to be Neo’s playground. Phil had spread his legs, and his cock flopped over on his groin. The man was hot and horny for him. And Phil returned that feeling in kind.
    “My, my, my.”
    “What?”
    “You look good.” Neo licked his lips.
    “Do I?” Phil ran a hand down his body, not missing the way Neo’s gaze trailed it before centering on his cock.
    “You do. Good enough for me to eat.” With that Neo knelt on the bed and ran his tongue up Phil’s hip. “Oh, yeah. Good enough for me to eat.”
    Phil shivered for many