by T A. McKay
He finally gets the door open and I push against his back, making him move faster. Looking around the room, I see it’s obviously where private dances happen, and if I was a betting man, so much more. I put the thought out of my head as he turns to look at me. I need to find out his name before we go any further. Knowing it will make this feel less wrong, less like a transaction. I slam the door behind me as I stalk towards him. He retreats slowly to the other side of the room, his eyes never leaving mine. When his back connects with the wall his eyes widen, but there is a look of arousal in them that I love. His eyes are bright blue, and under the dim lighting they seem to glow.
“What’s your name?”
I see his chest rise and fall as a labored breath comes out. I watch his lips in anticipation as I imagine what his voice will sound like. “Romeo.” The way he hesitates slightly tells me that it’s a stage name but I don’t care. Some memory flickers at the back of my mind and I take a moment to try and remember it. I laugh when I think about this morning with Roman in the copy room. The way he stuttered his way through telling me his name, the blush spreading over his face, there was something about his awkwardness that made me notice him for the first time. I hadn’t seen him before today, but he was cute in a shy, nerdy sort of way. With his thick glasses and perfectly styled hair, he looked like the kind of guy you would find in a library.
I shake my head and focus again on the guy in front of me. “What’s funny?”
“It’s nothing. I was just remembering someone with a similar name, someone I work with.” His eyes widen but I can’t help focusing on his lips. Now I have his name I want to claim him, make him remember me for a very long time.
Before we start though, I need to make one thing very clear to him. I lean in until my lips are hovering at his ear, my breath blowing over it. “I will not be paying for this.”
If I pay for sex I break the law, and as much as I like this guy I will not hire him. I don’t need to pay someone for attention, and I won’t start with him, no matter how hot he is. He brings his hands up to my cheeks, cupping them as he runs a thumb over my lip before he leans in and claims them. His taste explodes on my tongue, a mixture of mint and something else I can’t place, but it makes my mouth water.
He pulls back, holding my face still as I move to follow him. I open my eyes and trying to focus on him.
“I didn’t ask you to pay. This is for me, not my bank account.” As he finishes his sentence he attacks my lips, showing so much passion that it leaves me feeling a little lightheaded. I’m a little off center with this guy, like my usually perfectly crafted veneer is slipping. I'm always the one who knows what’s about to happen, the one who makes it happen, but tonight I'm at a loss.
It’s my turn to pull back, putting a little distance between us. I need a second to get control, just a moment to take a deep breath and lead this party. I look at Romeo and he has a worried look on his face, like he thinks I'm about to run. Little does he know that nothing would make me leave this room tonight. My dick is painfully hard and I will be getting relief from him. I turn and look around the room, actually taking in the layout and furniture. I see a chaise longue run along the back wall and decide that’s exactly what I need. I reach out, grabbing Romeo by the back of his neck and pull him against me, his chest crashing into mine. I feel his hard-on against my own, deliciously rubbing over it as he shows me he is more than ready for me. I turn him around until his back is pressed against my chest, licking his neck as I point to the chaise longue.
“I'm going to take you over there, bend you over the couch and I'm going to fuck you until you scream my name. Do you have any objections?”
I feel his body vibrate against mine and it makes me smile. This is what I'm used to, being the one who gives the orders and causes the anticipation. I take his silence as acceptance and push against him, moving him towards where I need him to be. I run my hands over his naked stomach, relishing the feeling of his muscles tensing under my fingertips. He's as hard as I anticipated, and I can’t wait to see him naked under me. I move my hands lower as we reach our destination, and I work them under the elastic of his shorts. I push them lower on his hips until they drop to his feet. I take a minute to look at the sight before me, him standing there in the sexiest fucking pair of Andrew Christian jocks I’ve ever seen, his ass completely naked.
I reach out and rub my hand over his ass, loving the smooth tightness of his cheeks, and I can’t help but tell him how amazing he is. “You’re so fucking sexy.” I'm tempted to bend him over like this and fuck him while holding on to the elastic of his underwear, but I need to see his cock. I will only get one night with this guy and I want to see everything he has.
I go to tug down his underwear but a hand on mine stills my movements. Romeo turns until he's facing me and, reaching out, he grabs the bottom of my shirt. Pulling it from my waistband, he doesn’t even bother undoing the buttons before pulling it over my head in one quick movement. I hear his breath hitch as he looks me over, the passion in his eyes intensifying as he licks his lips. Without warning he drops to his knees, undoing the buttons on my pants with no hesitation. My hard, heavy cock falls out, my lack of underwear being a bigger help than I thought it would be, and when it nearly touches his mouth I hold my breath.
Romeo’s eyes zero in on my erection, his lips hovering just a fraction of an inch away from the tip. If he was to lean forward just a little I would be able to feed him my cock. I wonder if he’d like that? Would he like me in control of everything he does tonight? I'm only going to be with him this one time so I decide to go for it; if he doesn’t like anything he can easily stop me and I’ll respect his decision.
I grab the hair on the back of his head, making sure I get a tight hold so he knows that I’ll be in charge tonight. He looks up at me, his eyes dancing with heat and something else, something that I haven’t seen in a long time. He looks like a true submissive kneeling at my feet, and the vision nearly makes me come on the spot. I don’t live the Dominant life, but I do like being in control in the bedroom. Bottoming isn’t something I do easily, something I have never enjoyed in the past. So tonight, seeing Romeo on his knees like this makes my heart sing.
“Open.” The word comes out hoarse, my voice thick with lust. I feel the shudder go through my body as he opens for me. I place a thumb on his chin, pushing down to keep his mouth like that as I feed my cock into it. I breathe deeply, grabbing the base of my cock tighter and trying to stop the orgasm that wants to rip through my body. My knees nearly give out when his lips close around me, the heat of his mouth and the wetness of his mouth bringing me even closer to the edge. I pull on his hair, making his head move backwards until my cock is free. I’m too close to coming and I need a moment to compose myself.
Not once does his eyes leave mine and it makes my balls pull up tightly into my body. I’ve no idea why I’m so close to coming already. I was with Bryce only a week ago and that shouldn’t be long enough to have a hair trigger control over my body tonight. Fuck, I need to get inside him before I embarrass myself.
I tug on his hair until he's standing in front of me, and with one big push I send him flat onto his back on the chaise. I look at him sprawled out in front of me like the best meal I’d ever been presented.
“Take off your underwear, let me see you.”
His eyes close over as he reaches down and pulls his underwear down his long toned legs. When I finally see his cock I can feel saliva fill my mouth. He's a little shorter than I am, but he's so fucking thick. I'm sure I wouldn’t be able to get my hand around him completely if I tried.
“Pleasure yourself, show me what you like.” There’s nothing more erotic than watching a guy take himself in hand and see what turns him on the most. His groan as he flicks his thumb over his tip has me reaching for my cock, imagining that it’s him touching me. I watch for a few more seconds but the need to be inside him is building by the second.
I reach into the back of my pants, pulling my wall
et from the pocket, removing the condom and sachet of lube I started carrying when I met Bryce. I step to him, kneeling on the chaise so I'm between his legs. Romeo watches every movement I make and I throw the condom onto his stomach, making sure he knows he has a choice tonight on whether we do this or not. He grabs the foil packet and rips it open with his teeth, leaning forward so he can roll it down my length. I moan as his hand touches me, the feel of his fingers the most erotic thing I think I’ve ever felt.
Squeezing lube from the packet, I drip it onto my fingers, throwing the empty sachet to the floor. I reach for his dick, taking it deep into my mouth as I run my hand down below his balls and towards my destination. When my fingers brush against his tight hole, his dick twitches in my mouth and I feel it throb in my throat.
“Oh, God.” His words come out like a curse and I watch him above me as I slide my finger into him. His hands reach out and grab my hair, causing tingles down my spine as his nails bite into my scalp. I love when he touches me, and I love the taste of him in my mouth.
I let his cock slip from between my lips and I sit back, placing the tip of my rock hard cock to his entrance. “Are you sure you want this? I'm not going to be gentle, I'm going to go in hard and fast.”
Romeo’s eyes roll into his head, a loud groan leaving him, and it’s my cock’s turn to twitch. I press into him, taking it gently until I push through his tight hole. Once inside I still, taking some deep breaths so I don’t just thrust forward before his body is relaxed and ready to accept me. As much as I want to pound into his body, I don’t want to hurt him, I want him to enjoy it as much as me. When I feel him rocking against me I finally let myself move, pushing into him with great force. His cry urges me on, making me retreat from his body and then thrust back into him, setting a brutal pace.
I grab him behind his knees, pushing them against his chest so I can get a better angle.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” It’s the only word that Romeo repeats again and again, making my balls pull up, warning me of my impending orgasm.
“Reach down, make yourself come. Do it!” The last few words come out on a cry as I feel the race against my orgasm begin. Thankfully he does as I ask, stroking his cock quickly as I use him for my own pleasure. I feel Romeo’s body tense, his already tight hole gripping me like a vice and I know he's close.
“Now, Romeo. Oh God, now.”
With one final shudder, Romeo’s stomach is covered by ribbons of cum, and watching it hit his skin is all I need to give in to the feel of his body, filling the condom I wish wasn’t there. “Oh shit. Trey, oh fuck.”
I collapse on his chest, needing a minute or ten to get the blood to flow back to my brain. If I had my wits about me I would wonder how Romeo knew my name, but in my blissful haze the thought slips away before it can fully form.
Chapter 2
I close my front door and lean back against it, letting my head hit the wood. I left the club in a daze tonight so I haven’t really had time to process what happened, but now I'm home I have a feeling that it’s all I’m going to be able to think about.
The main thought I've been trying to ignore is the most obvious one. I just had sex with my boss. Holy fuck, I was fucked by Trey Colby. I bang my head against the door, trying to knock some sense into myself even though it’s far too late for that. I push off the door, kicking my bag across the floor as I make my way to the kitchen. I’m going to need a drink to get some sleep tonight, something to settle my racing nerves. I grab the bottle of vodka from the freezer, unscrewing to the top before taking a large gulp. I can feel the panic rising inside me, not settling like I’d hoped it would. I just can’t get the fact that I slept with Trey out of my head. I swear when I'm old and senile, I’ll still be muttering about having sex with him. I take another large drink and put the bottle back in the freezer, knowing that if I don’t I’ll likely drink the whole thing.
I walk to my room quietly, making sure that I don’t disturb Grey. I'm always worried that I’ll wake him up when I get home late, making him tired for his shifts at the hospital. He's a nurse at the emergency room of a major hospital, and he works more hours than I do but he loves it. We met when he was in nursing school and our bond was instant. He’s the loud to my quiet, the outgoing to my shyness, and if we were ever to sleep together, the top to my bottom. Grey is my best friend in the whole world, and we always joke about how we are the perfect couple. Well, apart from the fact we aren’t attracted to each other. I think that’s why we connected; he seems to bring me out of myself, like with the dancing thing. It was him that got me into it, and I love him for it.
I strip off my clothes as I enter my bathroom and get into the shower. I always bathe after I dance, usually it’s to remove the feeling of the sleazy guys hands, but today I wish I didn’t have to shower. Knowing that Trey touched me, ran his hands and tongue over my body, that makes me never want to shower again, but I’ll just have to be satisfied with the memories I have.
I get under the water that’s now warmed and grab my body wash, lathering it up and washing my body quickly. I need to sleep, the vodka finally doing its job settling my nerves and making me feel tired. I give my hair a rough wash and turn the water off, grabbing a towel as I make my way back to my room. This room is the only one with an en-suite and this is one of the reasons I wanted this room when we moved in together; I begged Grey to get my own bathroom that no one else would use.
I'm a little strange about things like that, I don’t like to share my personal space with anyone. I'm okay living with Grey since we have our own rooms, and he gave me my own bathroom. He understands my little quirks, and with him working so many hours we are very rarely home together. It’s also the reason I can’t shower at the club, no matter how sweaty or oily I get, there is no way in hell I will ever step foot in those shared showers. Maybe that’s why I don’t sell myself for private dances. Maybe it’s more to do with people possibly touching me with their grubby hands than my honor.
I roughly towel dry my hair, running my fingers through it before climbing into bed. Yawning, I snuggle down into my sheets, pulling them up to my chin and I feel my eyes start to close already. It’s been such an eventful day, it started as normal but it ended in the most mind-blowing way. With a smile, and the image of Trey’s face in my mind, I feel myself drift off into sleep.
Lying back on the couch, I watch as Trey’s intense eyes look over my body. His stare feels like fingers caressing my skin and causes tingles up my spine. My skin pebbles as I run my hand over my cock imagining that it’s Trey’s hand. I want him to touch me again. The feeling of his hand on my body for the first time had nearly been too much to handle. I don’t think I've ever been so turned on in my life; my body’s been on edge since we walked into the room. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen, but when he pressed his erection against my back, I knew that there was no turning back. He's given me every opportunity to walk away but that’s the last thing I want to do tonight. I will only get this one chance to be with him, any more and I’ll risk him knowing who I am. Trey moves until he's kneeling in between my legs and I can’t help but open up to him, showing him he can have anything he wants.
Even though I have Trey right in front of me, I can’t help my mind drifting back to memories of me on my knees in front of him, his hand grabbing my hair roughly as he guides his cock between my parted lips, taking all the control of the situation. It was so fucking sexy letting him fuck my mouth, the power he held over me as he stood above me.
I gasp as my thumb rubs over the sensitive head of my cock, ramping up the pleasure. I slow my movements, needing to ease up before I come and ruin the rest of the night. I swear I've never been more turned on than I am right now. All the fantasies I've had about Trey, all the dreams that starred him, can’t compare to actually being with him.
His body better than I ever imagined, the perfection of him naked is more than any one person could dream up. He’s tight, toned, and smooth. I could look at him all day and without ge
tting bored. The sexiest thing about him is the full sleeve of tattoos that he hides under his shirts. I’ve never seen them before, and when I slipped his shirt over his head and they came into view I felt like I was seeing the holy fucking grail.
I’m forced back to the present when something hits my chest. I open my eyes and look down to see a condom. I grab it from where it lands, ripping the corner with my teeth. I lean forward, happy to finally get my hands on his cock, and roll the condom down the full length. He's long and thick, and it’s making my ass clench in anticipation. Lights explode behind my eyelids when he takes my cock into his mouth, his fingers slipping low and into my body. Shit, it feels so fucking good having him inside me, remembering the pressure that I've missed for so long.
“Are you sure you want this? I'm not going to be gentle, I'm going to go in hard and fast.” His words take me closer to the edge and I groan when he pushes his cock against my tight hole. I don’t know if I'm going to survive having him inside me. I feel him slip into my body, but he stops when he barely gets inside, driving me fucking insane. I'm done waiting for him to finally be inside me so I rock against him, and it unleashes the beast inside him as he slips all the way in.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” It’s the only word I can manage as he pushes my knees against my chest and I feel him hit that important spot, rubbing against my prostate with precision. He's fast and brutal, and I love every fucking second of it. Reaching down I grab my hard-on, stroking over it quickly as he drills into me hard and fast. I can feel my balls tighten as the tingling in my spine explodes.
