Sins & Mistrust (18 page)

“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. Please. 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.

When I feel a single finger start prodding at the puckered hole, I let out a sex-filled moan.

“You like that?” Marc whispers in my ear.

“Fuck yes.”

His finger slides in to the first knuckle and I hiss. He pauses his insertion and instead only wiggles it around slightly, letting me stretch around him. After a minute, he pushes his finger in some more, and hesitates again. He licks and nibbles on my shoulder as his finger moves inside of me. With another push, his finger is fully inserted.

Marc begins sliding his finger in and out. Within minutes, I find myself pushing back against him. He takes that as a sign to add another finger. With more lube, his second finger slides in and joins the first. I stretch around him and groan in response.

“God, that feels so good,” I murmur. My mind is in a complete sex haze.

He thrusts his fingers in and out faster, my body adjusting to the intrusion.

“You ready for my cock?” he asks, his mouth running along my shoulder blade.

“Yes,” I breathe.

Marc withdraws his fingers and looks around the room.

“Come to the desk,” he states.

After pushing some things aside, he backs me up against the large wooden desk until my ass is resting on the edge. He positions himself in between my legs, sheathes himself with a condom, coats himself with lube and pours more in his hand. Once again, rubbing his lubed fingers across my ass, he readies me for a larger invasion.

Marc takes a hold of his dick, and I bring my feet up to rest on the desk, fully spread and ready for him. Placing his head at my lubed up entrance, he pushes himself in a few inches.

“Ahh shit!” I call out.

He rotates his hips, but doesn’t push in further just yet. Leaning forward while still keeping the same amount of himself inside of me, he grabs the back of my neck and plunges his tongue into my mouth. Sucking my bottom lip into his mouth, he bares his teeth and clamps down, and then pulls back slowly until my lip falls from between his teeth.”

“Slide all the way in,” I plead. “I want to feel all of you.”

Without a second thought, Marc pushes into me the rest of the way.

“Fuck!”

“Mmm. Goddamn,” he grunts.

Slowly withdrawing without pulling out completely, he lets me feel every inch of him, and boy how many inches there are.

We start getting a good rhythm, and he wraps an arm around my waist and holds one of my legs at his waist. He’s leaning over me, his eyes are heavy with arousal, and he pushes into me until he’s buried to the hilt.

“Fuck, Marc. You’re so fucking big.”

“Mmm,” he moans.

His wide cock stretches me completely, but it feels so goddamn good. He puts his mouth on my collar bone and sucks the skin into his mouth. Pushing me to lay all the way on my back, he tugs both of my legs until my ass is almost hanging off the edge of the desk, giving him perfect access. With his hands holding my thighs, he keeps me spread open so he can have the perfect view of his cock disappearing into my tight hole.