“Whatever they want? Give me an example, please.” He spoke quietly as he asked, as if unsure if he should. Josh was an open book. He never gave names, but he’d absolutely give examples.
“Sure. Most women want to be dominated in some way, but most men want to dominate me. I’ve gone to Hawaii on a business trip with a woman who only needed me to pretend I was her fiancé. I’ve been collared and expected to crawl on my knees like a dog. I had a woman who would pay me for one weekend a month of as much sex as she could handle. I have another woman who just wants me to sit in my briefs and rub her feet. I’ve had a few men who prefer roleplay, and I’m decent at it.” He shrugged lightly. “The ‘usual’ is I show up to the client’s place and we have sex, I fulfill whatever their fantasy or need is and I’m out of the door afterward. But like I said, it’s the dealer’s choice. Whatever the client feels like, needs or wants from me, I give. I haven’t had a single complaint.” Josh felt more than confident in his track record and his services. Sure, when he’d started, he’d had some catching up to do, had to learn his ways around certain kinks and scenes, but now he had zero issues. He felt at ease behind closed doors.
James was intrigued, if nothing else. It was written all over his suddenly expressive face. “So…kinks? Toys? Trips? Everything is on the table?”
Josh nodded. “I draw the line at violence, degrading play and extreme, potentially harmful things. Marks are fine, spanking is fine, but you can’t hit me—and I won’t hit you. You can call me names, but you can’t shove my face in a carpet or make me lick your shoes. Luckily, no one I’ve been with has tried to punch me or worse.” Josh smiled ruefully. James looked a little disturbed by that.
“Well, at least you’re taking care of yourself,” he replied with a concern that surprised Josh.
“I get tested monthly. I’m careful. It’s my job to deliver a safe and fun experience.” He wanted to make sure James knew all the details and his intentions. This business relationship had to be based on trust.
“What do you cost? Is it by the service or…?”
Josh pulled out his phone, opening the app he used to take payment. He set it down on the bar for James to see. He had no secrets. “I don’t do it by the service. I do by the hour. You can have whatever you want in the time frame you pay me for—and there’s fifty percent off your first experience, no matter the length. If a person comes back, which I can usually guarantee they will, it’s full price after that.”
James whistled low at what he saw on the screen. “You certainly are looking for that sugar daddy, aren’t ya, pal?”
Josh blushed at the term but laughed too. “I think it’s a fair trade. Good money for great sex.” He shrugged. James eyed him.
“You think you’re that good, huh?”
Josh simply smiled, nodding once. “Yes, sir. I’m that good.”
James glanced back at the security guard a few feet away then to the bartender. Josh, for a brief moment, wondered if he was about to be physically removed from James Barnwell’s presence. Then James was laying down crisp cash from his wallet on the bar and standing.
Josh followed his every move, his hopes deflating. He’d really enjoyed their banter. It had been a long time since he’d been shot down—and by someone like Mr. Barnwell…
“I’ve got a car out front. We’ll go back to my place. That’s how it works, right? My call? My place?” Josh stood before James could finish his questions.
“Absolutely, sir. Your call. Everything is your call.”
“Good. We’ll go back to my place, I’ll pour us a drink then I want you to take over. Understood?”
Josh was surprised by the expectation, but it was nothing he couldn’t handle. In fact, he looked forward to blowing this man’s mind…and hopefully more. “Yes, sir.”
* * * *
When James said he had a car, he wasn’t kidding. It was a Mercedes town car—luxury, with a driver. Heated seats were welcome as autumn started to settle into New York. Josh made himself comfortable and reminded himself of all the things they still needed to go over.
He pulled out his phone again, opening a document he used for new clients. “While we drive, maybe it’s a good time for you to fill this out. As I mentioned before, this is my business and I run it like one. I don’t get too personal besides name and phone number, but there’s a list of options and services I offer—kinks, whatever you might be into. If you wouldn’t mind filling it out…” He handed his phone to James, watching the man eye the device with slight disdain.
“I’d rather talk it out over a drink,” he suggested, handing the phone back. Josh hadn’t been prepared for that.
“I…at least need a contact number,” he tried, preparing himself to type it in. James didn’t seem all that willing to give up such a personal detail already. “I promise it’s confidential. Would you like to see my terms and conditions?” He offered the phone back, ready to produce anything the man needed to make him comfortable.
“If I’m satisfied when you leave, you’ll get my number. I have yours from your card. And I promise I’m good for the money.”
Josh pulled his phone back and clicked it off. Well then… “What do you do for work, Mr. Barnwell?” Josh asked cautiously, wondering if the man would tell him anything. James shifted, staring out of the car window. Josh registered his body language. He was very tense.
“I design luxury resorts,” James began, his tone turning up affectionately. Josh tilted his head with interest. “I have a line of resorts. Each one is put together and laid out by me. I love it. It allows me to mingle my affinity for architecture with my love of design and art.” He looked quickly at Josh with a smile.
Josh was surprised. Now that was a job. “Oh, wow. That sounds like the kind of job that makes you want to go to work every day.” Josh almost opened his mouth to mention his art, but he was careful to never talk too much about himself. Clients didn’t pay him for that.
James’ smile was sincere now and he looked slightly less rigid. “It is.”
Josh settled back into his seat with a flirtatious smile returning. “I had a hunch you had a very successful job.”
James turned a little toward Josh with a look of confidence and what Josh would describe as arrogance. “I own luxury resorts from here to Bora Bora and back,” he told Josh. “I’ve worked very hard to be this successful.”
“Sounds like Mr. Millionaire to me,” Josh bantered back. James just smirked.
“Think a little higher…”
Billionaire. Fuck. This was Josh’s biggest client yet.
Before Josh could ask any further questions, the car turned and rolled up to a row of well-lit brownstones. They looked homey and inviting against the trees that lined the wide sidewalk. Josh recognized where they were. He’d driven down this street but had never been inside one of the townhomes. For all the money he was making, this was far out of his range. He was sure these were million-dollar residences.
The car parked against the curb and the driver came around to open the door for them. They slid out and James thanked the man—the security guard from earlier—explaining quietly that he’d be fine alone with Josh. Josh rocked on his heels and assessed his surroundings. He had some high-end clients, but this? This was another level entirely.
“This way,” James called to him as he headed toward the front door. Josh’s long strides caught him up quickly, and he marveled as he stepped down from street level to the front door and entered the foyer of the brownstone. It was wide open, with wood floors and beautiful art along the walls. It smelled of vanilla and sandalwood, and Josh took a deep breath. This was a home—nothing like the small three-bedroom apartment he shared with two of his friends. That apartment seemed to fit in one room of this place.
James guided him silently through to the kitchen then to the wet bar. “Same drink?” James asked as he extended his arms for Josh’s suit coat. He slid it off and handed it to James with a gracious thanks. So, the man has entertaining skills.
“Yes, please,” Josh replied, slipping his hands into his pockets. He looked around the kitchen, which was pristine and clean, and wondered silently what it would be like to live like this. “Beautiful home.”
“Thank you.” James looked over his shoulder at him with a genuine smile. “Bought it a few years ago. Did some upgrades. This is my main home,” he explained as he handed Josh his drink and held one for himself. He kept his own coat on as he guided them through the vast first floor to the stairs, right to the bedroom. Josh was once again surprised. James wasn’t wasting any time.
The hall was dark, and they passed several closed doors before they reached the bedroom at the end. It was lit by the moon through open curtains, and Josh could tell that the room was impeccably styled and looked as though it could be featured in a magazine spread.
Jams flipped on a lamp and drew Josh’s attention to him. Josh sipped the fresh drink, savoring in the burn at the back of his throat as he mentally prepared himself for what was to come. “You mentioned you wanted me to take over? What exactly did you have in mind?” Josh asked, slipping into the confident demeanor of a professional, someone who was experienced.
James took a long drink and seemed to ponder what he’d meant. “I, uh…want you to take over. You’re in charge.”
Josh blinked then narrowed his eyes slightly in question. “Okay. Usually it’s the other way around. You’re sure?”
James rolled his eyes, but Josh could see the heat in his cheeks. “I haven’t done this before. Aren’t you supposed to seduce me? Walk me through this?”
Josh couldn’t help but laugh a little. “If that’s what you want, I’m happy to do it. I can seduce you. Let’s be clear on a few things first, though.” Josh set his drink on the table by the door and walked slowly toward James. “You want to do it all tonight? Or do you just want a taste? You want me to tell you what to do, correct? And you’ve never been touched by a man, but you’ve played with yourself?” Josh tilted his head down, looking up at James in an unmistakably seductive gaze. James swallowed and his Adam’s apple bobbed with hesitation.
He cleared his throat, not moving as Josh stepped closer. “Yes to all of the above. I want everything. I’ve…touched myself, used toys. I’ve never been with another man, ever, but I’ve…wanted to for a while.” His voice grew softer with every step Josh took until they were inches apart. James’ breath hitched audibly. Josh smiled.
“I like the sound of all this,” Josh replied, his voice husky. He was attracted to the man, there was no denying that. His cock was already rousing in his dress pants. This wouldn’t be hard, other than the important need to go slow. He honestly wanted to show James just what this could be like in every way. But he had to take his time. Rushing James would do no good.
Josh ran a hand along James’ graying temple then down over the man’s shoulder. James shuddered ever so slightly. Josh kept his grin in check. “Why don’t you take a minute to get yourself into something more comfortable. I’m going to set up your room.” He glanced around, deciding on mood lighting and where he’d lay his items for use. “How’s that sound?”
James merely nodded, but Josh could tell he was sold. Normally he’d ask for payment up front, but in this case, it seemed like he needed to show he was worth it first. He was confident that wouldn’t be a problem.
James shut the door that led to his large master bath and walk-in closet, taking a slow, deep breath. He took a few steps, caught sight of himself in the mirror over the sinks and stopped short. What was he even doing? He’d taken a male escort, a male escort, home to fuck him. Am I out of my mind?
Clearly not enough to send the guy home.
James slipped off his suit coat but left his slacks and simple white T-shirt on. Honestly, he wasn’t sure changing was going to make him more comfortable. He really needed this Josh guy to be a professional. Because if he wasn’t, this was going to end in disaster.
James let his thoughts trail to the man currently moving around his bedroom. Josh was tall, maybe an inch or two taller than he was. He was handsome—and young. Too young for a guy like him. Though, if this were a young woman of the same age, he probably wouldn’t have thought twice. Somehow he was allowing Josh’s sex to make this difficult for him. He shook his head as he washed his hands and splashed water over his flushed face. Stop it, Barnwell. You’re overthinking. You’ve wanted this for a long time.
A long time, indeed. He’d been fantasizing about being with a man for as long as he could remember, but he’d never been able to make the move. No one knew how he felt, what he wanted. He’d always had a different woman on his arm every month.
One relationship had lasted longer than the rest. Connie was the manager of his biggest resort in Jamaica. They’d met after she had been hired for the position and had been set to open the resort. The months of planning had also been spent in bed with her. She was sweet and young but fiery. She was the only woman to pull him away from his playboy ways for a little over a year. It’d ended shortly after the resort had opened and James had set off back to New York to work on his next project. It had been amicable, and they remained very close friends. It was far better that way. They’d fought as well as they’d fucked.
But men…? He’d never allowed himself to taste, to dabble, for fear of attachments, his career and worse. But this, paying someone… Maybe this was the way to keep it confidential and attachment-free, as well as allow him to get exactly what he needed. Money wasn’t an issue. Sure, he’d been surprised by the hefty price tag on the pretty man, but if he fucked half as good as he looked, James was pretty sure it would be worth every penny.
He’d showered before going out and he was always clean—one of the perks of playing with oneself often. So, with one final deep breath, he headed for the door. I can do this.
Josh had turned on two lamps, a tall one in the far corner and one beside the bed. James could see a few foil packets and slender tubes in the light from the bedside table. Josh had slipped out of his vest, his white shirt unbuttoned to reveal his bare chest. James had to swallow hard. He was as defined as James had hoped he’d be. His skin pulled across his pectoral muscles and stretched perfectly over his rippled abs. That hard-to-attain V-cut was exposed as the slacks hung low on his slim hips. The man was broad at the top but tapered at the middle. It was hard to believe he was actually real. James’ cock was swelling with anticipation already. The desire to touch that skin pulled at him.
Josh grinned as he obviously waited for James to acknowledge him other than the blatant staring. “Like what you see, Mr. Barnwell?” He was clearly amused as he faced him fully. James flushed hard.
“It’s James.” His thick voice cracked, and he cleared it abruptly. “Call me James, please.”
Josh’s eyes widened just slightly but he nodded. “James it is. Come ‘ere, handsome.”
Josh wasn’t wasting any time, James quickly realized. He was honestly thankful for it. He gravitated to Josh on command, standing before him.
“Just relax,” Josh soothed in a low tone. He ran a hand up James’ right arm, dancing his fingers across the skin. “Let’s set some lines first. Saying ‘red’ means stop, in case you don’t like what we’re doing. I’m guessing you’re probably pretty vocal, so I’m sure I’ll know when you like what we’re doing.” Josh smirked a little and stepped a couple of inches closer.
“All right,” James acknowledged, wondering if Josh could hear his heart pounding out of his chest.
“We’re gonna let things flow tonight. Next time we can work on specific things you want. Tonight, I just wanna get to know your body, get to know you.” Josh let his fingers travel up James’ left arm now, the sensation making goosebumps cover James’ skin.
“I-I like that plan,” he agreed softly. Josh’s smile widened.
“Good.” He took another step closer until he had one foot in between James’ and their bodies were almost touching. “I’m going to kiss you now. But after this, I’m not going to warn
you anymore. Just trust me,” he urged in a whisper, and before James could reply that he wasn’t sure he could, Josh pressed their lips together in a tentative kiss.
Josh’s lips were soft. That bottom lip was plump and felt like it simply fit against James’ own. Josh was guiding and slow, no tongue, and only offered gentle and encouraging strokes of his mouth against James’. James followed gladly. He could kiss. He had no problems there. But his brain was short circuiting at the simple fact that he was kissing a beautiful man and it was scorching.
And they’d only just begun.
Josh moved his hands to James’ hips, and he urged their bodies together with a squeeze. James couldn’t stop the groan that slipped out, and it seemed to only encourage Josh further. He let one hand move up into James’ thick hair and he tilted their heads, building the kiss into deeper territory. James went with it and finally let his hands settle on Josh’s hips, his grip tight and unyielding. Oh yes. He didn’t want this to end. His heart was racing and his brain going blank as he gave in to the experienced guidance of the man in front of him. Josh sure didn’t kiss like a man who was being paid. He kissed with desire, and he reacted to James’ every tell. It only made James want more.
Josh was shocked by the way James kissed. He shouldn’t have been. He should have known, but something in the way it had felt as soon as their lips had touched had surprised him. James tasted of whiskey and sugar—but also something he was sure was just distinctly James Barnwell. He smelled even better up close, and his hair was so damn soft under Josh’s fingers. He lost himself in the kiss, let it take him and, in turn, trusted himself to guide James.
And guide him he did, until they were kissing and panting, their tongues dueling in the most heated of ways. When their bodies were pressed together, Josh could feel James’ erection and he knew there was no hiding his own—and he didn’t want to. This was all part of what he offered—the attraction, the clear evidence that Josh wanted to fuck him. It wasn’t always this simple, but tonight it was very easy.
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