“I was still pissed at Ian, fucking drunk, and horny as hell. She had her hands all over me, she took off all of her clothes, and we fell into bed together. I start fucking her the way I always did.”
My eyes get wide and I hold my breath. I’m suddenly really worried about what he’s about to reveal.
“During sex, I start getting rougher; the way I usually am with Ian. I was half out of my mind, I don’t know if I was picturing him, or taking my anger out or what, but I just started with pulling on her hair, and tossing her to her stomach when I wanted to enter from behind. I don’t remember what all she was trying to tell me, but I remember fucking her really hard and I probably called her some nasty names that I normally wouldn’t. Just dirty talk stuff, but she wasn’t into that. Anyway, I snapped out of it when she yelled out my name in hysteria. When I saw the terrified and disgusted look on her face, I grabbed my clothes and left.”
“What happened?” I ask, fully engrossed.
“I didn’t talk to her for several days. When I did, she said I didn’t hurt her or anything, but that I should have known she didn’t like to be treated like that. She said I needed to respect her as a woman and never hit or roughhouse with her. She wasn’t into that kinky shit.”
“Oh my gosh,” I breathe out.
“Yeah. I apologized profusely, because even though I didn’t truly hurt her or force her to do anything, I felt bad for exposing her to that side of me.”
“Did you stay together?”
“Oh no. She wanted to try, but I just couldn’t. I didn’t trust myself after that.”
“So, that’s why you need a man around? Because you can be rough with him?”
“Yes, and because there’s someone else there in case I were to get carried away with the woman. He could step in, you know?”
“Lincoln, you were drunk and angry. I don’t think that would happen every time.”
“I don’t want to risk it, Thalia. Especially with you. I don’t want to hurt you. I like to be rough, and being rough with another man is okay. Our bodies are bigger and stronger. Again, no offense.”
“Oh, shut up,” I say, swatting him. “What if the woman likes to be manhandled?” I ask.
“Are you saying…” he starts, but is interrupted when his phone starts ringing.
He pulls it from his pocket and glances at the screen.
“Hello?” Silence. “Marc?”
He pauses and looks at me. I wait as patiently as possible to see what Marc has to say.
“Hey. How did you get my number? Not that I’m complaining,” he says with a genuine smile.
I bite down on my nail as I watch him. I was the one who gave Marc his number before he left.
“Ah,” Lincoln says, looking down at me and giving me a wink. “Uh-huh. Well, yeah, I just got the rundown.”
Pause.
“Mmhhmm.”
Pause.
“Sure,” he says, sounding surprised.
Pause.
“I’ll give you a call when I get back.”
Pause.
“Yeah, okay. Bye.”
“Well?” I ask, needing to know what’s going on.
“Nothing, really. He just told me about how he left and that he wanted to talk to me when I got back into town.”
“Did he seem okay?” I ask.
Lincoln shrugs. “I guess.”
“Linc?”
“Hmm?”
“Do you think you could be in a relationship?”
“With anybody or with you and him?”
“With anybody, I guess.”
“I don’t know. I haven’t been in one in while.”
“Yeah, me either.”
“We need to give him time to figure out whatever it is he’s dealing with. He may have developed feelings for you, but you’re a client. Whatever him and I have is very new, and not quite in the feelings stage. More like the lust stage. I’ll talk to him when I get back, see what he has to say, and we’ll go from there.” He puts a finger under my chin and tilts my head up so I can gaze into his deep, blue eyes. “You still have me,” he says with a grin. “Me and you are good, right?”
I nod. “Of course.”
“So, about earlier,” he pauses, giving me a mischievous look. “You like the kinky shit, huh?”
“I began to learn that with Marc, I did,” I say with a blush.
“Marc’s kinky?” he asks, curiosity getting to him.
“Well, I have a feeling things would have escalated if we had continued, but let’s just say he enjoys being rough, too. You guys have that in common.”
“How rough?” he asks, his voice dropping an octave.
“Like I said, I don’t think I was able to get him to fully let go. He was holding back when he was with me. He has tied me up, and he likes to hit, squeeze, and…”
“Bite,” Lincoln and I both say at the same time.
“Yes,” I say with a smile.
“Hmm. He hit you?”
“Well, not like that, Linc. He didn’t punch me. Anything he did, I reveled in. He would spank my ass, or smack my thighs. Once, when I was on the verge of coming, he brought his hands down hard on my thighs, and the bite of pain sent me over the edge. I came harder than I ever had.”
Lincoln grunts, probably getting turned on.
“Anyway,” I say, changing the subject. “I guess there’s no reason for us to stay here, anymore. My work is done, so we can head back to Vegas whenever.”
“Yeah, I need to see what Marc has to say.”
“Will you let me know?” I ask.
“Of course.”
Lincoln leans in and gives me another breathtaking kiss.
“Mm,” I moan, my eyes still closed as he pulls away.
“Soon,” he says. “I promise to try with you. For you. Okay?”
I bite down on my lip and nod.
Lincoln leaves to go back, and I do the same. Guess it’s time to get back to Sin City, where I’m so clearly ready to be a sinner with two men.
I don’t know why I expected to see Marc as soon as I got back into town, because clearly he had other plans. When I got back, I sent him a text letting him know I was home, and he wrote back saying okay, he’d call when he had time to meet up. I didn’t expect that call to come a week later. He must have been really busy.
“Hello?” I answer.
“Hey,” Marc replies.
“You’re finally free?” I ask with a short laugh.
“Yeah. I had a wedding to attend and some other client appointments to wrap up.”
“Well, okay. So, what’s up?”
“Where are you right now?” he asks.
“In my office at one of my clubs.”
“Which one? I’m downtown, so maybe I can come to you.”
“3900 Highland Drive.”
“Okay, I’ll let you know when I get there.”
“Looking forward to it.”
It’s about thirty minutes later when Marc sends me a text letting me know he’s outside. For the past thirty minutes I’ve gotten zero work done, wondering too much about what he has to say.
I walk to the front and open the door. The bright sun blinds me momentarily, since the inside is so dark. Marc walks up to me, the sun shining brightly behind him, and he gives me a lopsided smile.
“Blinded by my good looks?” he asks jokingly.
I try to stop from squinting, but it’s impossible. “Just get in here. It’s too fucking bright.”
“It’s fucking dark in here,” he says as he looks around.
“Yeah, well, we’re closed right now, and there’s no need for me to have the lights on if I’m in the office. Come on.”
I lead him to my office and instantly go to the brown leather couch in the corner. Marc drops into one of the two matching chairs that sit across from me.
“Nice office,” he states, looking around.
“Thanks.”
After a few moments of us just looking at each other, he finally
speaks.
“I haven’t talked to Nathalia since I left California.”
“I know,” I say with a nod.
He sighs. “I’m taking a break from escorting.”
That grabs my attention. “What? Why?”
“I just need to. I’m going out of town soon, and I just need to get my mind right.”
“What’s wrong with your mind?”
“It’s confused.”
“About what Thalia brought up?” I ask. This is the first time he and I have been close to discussing the relationship thing.
“Amongst other things,” he replies.
“Where are you going?”
“I’m going home. I haven’t seen my family in a while, so I’m going to visit them.”
“Where’s home?”
“Oregon.”
Even though I haven’t seen him in a week, the thought of him not being in town doesn’t sit well with me. I’ve been dying to be around him, but he doesn’t seem too interested.
“How long?” I ask, trying to sound casual.
“I’m not sure. Not too long. I have to be here for the opening of my club.”
A pregnant pause fills the room. I watch as Marc runs his finger over his bottom lip, and I remember the morning those lips wrapped around my cock as I came into his mouth.
Fuck. My dick jumps slightly at the memories.
“Um.” I say, standing up and walking to the mini fridge. “Water?”
“I’m good, thanks.”
Grabbing the water from the fridge, I take a sip and then walk back to the couch. I know I need to say something to him, but words fail me. I wonder if he just wanted to talk to me to let me know he was leaving, or to tell me he was done escorting for now. He was the one who said he wanted to talk, but he hasn’t said too much since he arrived.
“Did you need to tell me anything else?” I ask bluntly.
He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees, and then rubs the back of his neck with his right hand, turning his head away from me. He definitely needs to say something.
“Yeah. I really like Nathalia. She’s a phenomenal woman, and so understand and accepting.”
“I agree.”
“I don’t doubt that she and I could make something work.”
Narrowing my eyes at him, I murmur. “Mmhhmm.” Letting him know I’m curious about what he’s going to say next.
“With you,” he pauses, looking me dead in the eye. “With you, I’m not so sure.”
“No so sure what?” I ask, my body getting tense.
“That we would work.”
“Why’s that?”
“I don’t know. Maybe because I don’t know you as well. Maybe because I feel like we’d have a hostile relationship. We’d fight constantly.”
A smirk breaks through my tense jaw. “But when we’re done fighting, we’d have fiery, explosive makeup sex, and you know it.” He gives me a pointed look. “Okay, fine. Are you saying you want to get to know me, or you don’t?”
“Linc, I’ve never been in a relationship with two people.”
“I haven’t done it this way either, and neither has she. We’d learn it together.”
“I feel like there’s room for a lot of mistrust.”
“So you’re skeptical of the situation because it’s all new to us?”
“Yes, I mistrust the outcome. I mistrust your motives.”
“You mistrust my motives?” I explode, standing up. “Why?”
“You want to sleep with Thalia, and you and her have a close relationship, but because of your rule, you can’t sleep with her unless a man is involved. For whatever reason, you can’t be with her alone. Who’s to say you don’t just want to fuck me so you can have her? That’s why the mistrust.”
“You don’t believe that I want to fuck you because just the sight of you turns me on? You think the thought of your body pressed against mine doesn’t get my dick hard?” Marc doesn’t respond. Perhaps he’s too shocked, but now I’m riled up. “Fuck you! You’re the one who agreed to the threesome for her! Who’s to say you’re not just willing to put up with me because you like her! Don’t project your misgivings on me. If you’re skeptical of this shit working out, don’t blame me. I haven’t done shit to make you think I don’t want to be with you both.”
Marc slowly pushes himself up from the chair. The dark look in his eyes tells me I’ve pissed him off, but I don’t give a shit. He’s the one coming in her flinging around accusations before anything’s happened.
When he’s fully standing, we’re eye to eye with only the coffee table in between us.
“Fuck me?” he asks, tilting his head. His voice is deceptively calm. “Fuck me for doing what my client wants me to do? Fuck me for wanting to make her fantasy come true, because she’s paying me thousands of dollars to do so?” I stand my ground, my back straight, my eyes never leaving his, but I don’t respond. “I agreed to a threesome before she told me it was you, so you can’t say I’m putting up with you for her. I would have put up with anybody for her, but when she told me it was you, I found myself intrigued. Intrigued by the man I had met in a sex club. His sex club. I was attracted to you the minute I saw you. Never doubt that.”
“And I to you,” I respond, my voice low and thick with desire.
A few more seconds pass as we continue to size each other up, both of us probably waiting to see what the other is going to do. I glance down at his lips, and then let my tongue graze over my own. As soon as he sees me watching his mouth, he reaches for me.
We collide, the table keeping our lower bodies separate. Marc pulls away from me and reaches down to shove the table aside. We connect once again, our bodies calling to one another. He plunges his tongue into my mouth and our tongues become entangled.
I suck on his tongue and am rewarded with a guttural growl that sends warmth through my body. It’s like lava is coursing through my veins, and I’m ready to erupt.
Marc runs his hands up the sides of my body, underneath my black t-shirt. I back away from him and allow him to pull it off of me. Before my shirt even has the chance to hit the floor, I quickly rip the shirt from his body and toss it with mine.
He pushes me down onto the couch and hurriedly rips my pants down my legs. His large body crawls over mine and he buries his face in my neck. I fill him nibbling on my skin before he bites down, sending chills down my arm. A hiss escapes my lips and I pull on his hair, bringing his mouth to mine. His hand grazes over the thick erection still trapped in my boxer briefs. He squeezes my cock in his hand, eliciting a groan from deep in my throat.
I thrust upwards, wanting him to take more. Hoping he releases me from the confines of the cotton and welcomes me into his warm mouth.
Reading my mind, he moves down my body and pulls the underwear completely off. My throbbing flesh springs free and I instantly reach down and grip it in my hand.
“Suck my cock, Marc. I need to feel your mouth on me,” I say as I stroke myself.
That devious look is back in his eye. He begins kissing on my thighs, his tongue sporadically shooting out and licking a trail across my leg. Marc keeps up his torturous teasing as he moves from the top of my thigh to the inner thigh. He sucks my skin into his mouth, and nibbles down on it before releasing it and moving slowly upwards. Very, very slowly.
“Fuck, Marc!” I bellow, my hand still firmly attached to my cock.
His face moves over my dick, his cheek brushing against my hand that clutches it. While his mouth hovers near the head of my erection, he licks his lips, his tongue barely grazing the sensitive flesh.
To my disappointment he continues moving upwards along my body, leaving a trail of licks and kisses across my abdomen.
“Marc,” I growl.
He moves back down and places a few soft kisses along my shaft. My eyes roll back and my head does the same. His tongue touches the taut skin and then he places another kiss. This man is driving me insane.
“Put me in your mouth, Marc. Plea
se. Fuck!” I exclaim.
Marc’s suddenly at my mouth. “That’s three for three, Linc.”
It takes me a second to realize I said please again. And I don’t even give a fuck.
His lips touch mine before swiftly moving to the stiff erection in my hand. I watch as his perfect lips wrap around my cock and he moves down the shaft, his tongue licking me along the way. I remove my hand and place it in his hair. I push the dirty blonde hair back and tighten my grip just slightly.
He brings his mouth back to the head and twirls his tongue around the tip while grabbing my shaft in his hand and stroking. His mouth drops back down to the base of my cock and he sucks me like he’s trying to suck the soul from my body. The pleasure I feel is ethereal, and I never want it to stop. However, with all the teasing he’s done and the sheer amount of sexual tension I’ve had in my body since meeting him, I know I won’t last long. And I definitely don’t want it to end now.
“You’re gonna have to stop or I’m going to come already,” I say through heavy pants.
Marc stands up and removes his pants and underwear and I’m able to see his large, beautiful cock pointing right at me. He has a little bit of pre-cum dripping from his slit, and I rush to a sitting position in front of him and lick it up.
“Ah fuck, Linc,” he howls.
I suck his cock frantically, like I’m afraid it’s going to disappear any second now. I cover him with my mouth and suck him from root to tip. His cock is bathed in my saliva, and I pull on my aching dick as I stroke his.
Marc pushes me away and forcefully turns me around until my knees are on the couch cushions, my hands resting on the back of the couch. His hot and hard chest presses into my back and his breath dances across my neck.
“Do you have lube in here?” he asks in a tone that screams sex.
I briefly thank the sex gods that I do have some in my desk drawer. There’s been a couple times when I’ve had lovers in here.
“My desk, third drawer,” I say.
Marc walks over, grabs the lube and a condom. Yes, those were in there, too. I’m nothing if not safe.
When he positions himself behind me, I hear the lube cap pop open and then I feel his warm and now slick fingers run over my ass. He pours some more lube into his hand and is sure to massage it into me.
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