Chapter 2
DALLAS
“Fuck,” I whisper to my empty room. That was intense. My heart pounds and I look around as if someone might be hiding in the shadows. I hadn’t believed Hayden when he told me about Nightmare. I had to see for myself and now I can’t unsee what I witnessed.
What’s worse, is I didn’t hate it. The sight of Father Bill being tortured, then shot in the head, didn’t make my stomach turn as badly as I thought it would. Like Hayden said, it was healing.
Not that I experienced rape, or being trafficked, but my sister had.
She wasn’t the same person when investigators found her.
She’d begged for death and I’m probably a bad person for saying it, but I’m glad she’s not suffering anymore.
No amount of therapy had helped and in the end, she did what she had to.
Not that I’m glorifying suicide. I hate that she felt like that was her only option.
I wish I could have done something for her, but I was only twelve at the time.
Watching Nightmare methodically jab pins under Bill’s nails healed something in me.
Twenty pins for the twenty known victims. That man screamed and thrashed, but he’d been tied down from his head, all the way to his hands and feet.
There was no way Bill was moving an inch, let alone leaving that room unless Nightmare wanted him too.
Nightmare is a mystery. Who are they? Is it a man or woman taking vengeance? Had someone hurt them or was it someone in their family like me?
Hayden: did u watch?
Dallas: Yeah. Fuck.
Hayden: Right?! Nightmare is amazing. I watch the show every week. It’s my therapy.
Dallas: That’s what you’d said. I didn’t believe you.
Hayden: man I always speak the truth. See u tomorrow.
Dallas: later
Fuck. There’s no way I can sleep all hyped up on the experience. So I scroll through my phone to find my favorite hook up app. It’s been a while and I don’t normally go looking, but tonight I need to sink into someone. Hopefully, someone that doesn’t know who the fuck I am.
I don’t need anyone to run their mouth that they got fucked by Dallas Runer. My entire online persona is nice guy gym influencer. Not that it’s fake, I just don’t want people to think they can use my identity to blackmail me for wanting sex.
Why the fuck am I horny after... All that?
I swipe through the app until I land on someone ten minutes away. The screen name is a little silly, but who cares, the pics are gorgeous.
NEEDASCREENNAME: wanna host?
Fish_Are_Friends: sure ;)
He sends his address.
NEEDASCREENNAME: be there soon.
Fish_Are_Friends: I’ll be waiting
He sends me the code to get into his building.
I google the building and it’s nice, so I probably shouldn’t show up in sweats and a t-shirt even if we’re about to fuck.
I change into a nice pair of slacks and a button-up shirt.
I stuff a few condoms in my pocket for good measure, then I’m on my way to Fish’s house.
Why does my hallway smell like roses? I have no idea, but it’s nice.
Maybe I should have asked for Fish’s name. I contemplate driving, but he’s so close it seems silly. Plus, who is going to mess with someone that looks like me?
I’m not one of those overly muscled guys where you question if they have the full range of motions in their limbs, but I’m muscular. And tall, but average tall. Six one, not six five. I’m usually rocking some scruff, but I shaved this morning for a photo shoot in the gym.
I take the elevator to the sixth floor. The signs are confusing, and I loop around the damn tower until I find the right door. 69. Fitting, I’d say.
I lift a hand to knock, but the door opens first.
“You’re a whole damn meal.”
I drop my gaze to the gorgeous naked man in front of me.
Wet cropped red hair. Beautiful, deep brown eyes that hold the secrets of the world and water droplets still cling to his lashes.
He must have just gotten out of the shower.
Fuck me, those plush lips. Despite being shorter than me, I swear he takes up more room.
When I don’t move, he yanks me into the apartment.
“Here are the rules,” he starts.
“What’s your name?”
“No names. But if you must call me something, you may call me Kay.”
“You sound like a fae character from a fantasy novel.”
“Perhaps I am.” He gives me a smirk and tugs me down. My eyes dart to his lips.
“No kissing.”
“What?”
“No. Kissing.” He crosses his arms together and shakes his head. “Too intimate. I’m just here to get fucked.”
“Okay. Okay. Doable,” I grumble. He has the most kissable mouth I’ve ever seen in my life.
He drops to his knees and we work on my belt together. “Condoms.”
I pull one from my back pocket.
He shakes his head. “My condoms.”
“That’s fine. I’m negative, though. My test results are—”
“I’m also negative, but I don’t want to deal with a snail trail at work tomorrow, so we’re using condoms.”
I can’t help the snort. “Okay, then.”
He shoves my pants to my ankles, and I slide my shoes off.
“Keep the socks on.” He grins up at me, then his mouth envelops my dick and my knees almost buckle.
“Fuck. Fuck.”
He moans around my cock, hands gripping my thighs. I wish for a second that his hair was longer and I could sink my fingers into it.
“You taste so fucking good.” He looks up at me through his lashes and if I didn’t have as much control as I do, I’d already be spilling down his throat. I do everything to keep from coming too fast and look around the room.
“You really like fish.” There are photographs and paintings of brightly colored fish everywhere.
“I can keep sucking your dick, or we can dive into my special interest. This room is decorated with brightly colored fish. That one—” He points to a clown fish. “We obviously named Nemo.”
“We?” My stomach drops.
“Roomie and I.”
I stop him from taking my dick again, and he actually whines. “Don’t be a meanie!”
I snort again. “Maybe we should go someplace private?”
He huffs and pushes to his feet. “Fine. But I’m naming every fish in the hallway.”He grabs my dick and I step out of my pants before I can trip. The hallway is indeed filled with more photos or paintings of bright fish. Dozens on both sides.
“This one is Creature because anglerfish are kinda freaky. In the best way, though. Can you imagine having a little light on your head?” He raises a hand and flaps it around his forehead.
What the fuck have I gotten myself into?
“This one I named Layla because she makes me think of a ballerina.” This time, he flings out an elegant arm and goes up on his tiptoes in a stereotypical ballerina fashion.
“Kay!” someone, I’m assuming the roomie, calls from the door to the left. “Your hook up does NOT want to know the names of all your fish. Get fucked.”
Kay gives a put out sigh. “He started it.”
My mouth drops open. “Did not.”
“You brought up the fish, then didn’t stop me when I started talking. That means—”
The door to the left cracks open and out peeks a head with golden blonde hair.
They dart out a hand and I take it. They eye me up and down with a smirk.
“You can call me... Ken. Also not my real name because Kay is ridiculous. She/her.” She glares at Kay.
“Kay. We have a big day tomorrow. I’d like my beauty sleep. ”
“Darling, you’re always beautiful.” He blows her a kiss at the same time she blows him a raspberry. “Love you.”
“Love you, Kay. Go play in your room.”
He turns to me and bats those long lashes. He squeezes my dick and I’m sure I turned ten shades of red because I completely forgot I’m being led by the appendage and Ken just saw everything.
Finally, we get to the far room, and Kay opens the door. What the fuck?
“You really, really like fish.”
“I love the ocean.” He pushes me into the bed that’s literally shaped like a giant clamshell.
Something like that Birth of Venus painting.
That’s his bed. The comforter is silky and pearly pink.
Lights in each corner of the room make it look like we’re actually underwater.
A speaker somewhere plays soft waves. What am I getting myself into?
“I can tell,” I say.
He rummages around in a nightstand that looks like a giant pearl. “Condom.”
Then he crawls up on the bed between my knees and takes my dick in his mouth again.
This man is chaotic and the most fun I’ve had with a hook up probably ever.
He bobs his head and gags on my length. The entire time he’s making the sexiest noises and I don’t want him to stop, but...
“Fuck, Kay. If you keep going like that, I’m gonna blow.”
“You’re so good.” He pouts at my dick as he says it.
He must believe me, though, because he crawls up my body and kisses along my pecs. “You must work out all the time.” His tongue flicks across my nipple. I clutch his hips when he slides his length along mine. He feels so perfect against me. On top of me.
He nips my shoulder, and I make an undignified yelp.
“What was that for?”
“Dunno, felt right.” He undulates his hips over and over. “I need something to do with my mouth.”
“You’re the one that says no kissing.”
“For good reason.”
“And that’s?”
“You’ll get addicted.”
I snort again.
“Like I said, I’m just here to get fucked. Your dick. My ass. That’s all. No attachments.”
“I wasn’t planning on getting attached.” I don’t normally, but he’s drawing me in.
“Oh, another rule. No choking me. Hand necklaces are fine, but no choking.” He slides down my body again, kissing his way through my happy trail until he’s back to my cock.
“Such a beautiful piece of art.” He rips the condom wrapper open and slides the condom on with his mouth.
“Watched a couple YouTube videos to learn that trick.” He winks.
“Wait.” He cocks a brow and I have him flipped on to his stomach in an instant. “I want a taste too.” I swipe my tongue over his hole, and he grinds into the bed.
“Yes. Fuck.” He pushes his ass out and arches his back. His hand goes to my head as he tries to get more of my tongue. “Don’t fucking stop.”
His words have me working harder. My dick throbs with my heartbeat. I add a finger and he moans as he drops onto the bed.
His legs spread. “Fuck me. I need you to fuck me. Don’t hold back.”
“Lube?”
He tosses the bottle at me.
“Ready. Just fuck me.”
I lube myself up and press my cock to his hole.
“Yes. Yes.” Kay pushes back.
I sink into his tight ass and we both sigh.
“Yes, fuck me like you hate me.”
“I don’t know you.”
Kay pushes back, meeting me thrust for thrust. “I need out of my fucking head.”
“I hear that.” I snap my hips, and he throws his head back, giving me access to his long throat. I wrap my hand around him, not choking him, but enough to make him pause. What would it be like to squeeze though? My rhythm stutters. What the fuck was that thought?
“Don’t you fucking stop.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” I drop my hand to his hips and pound into him, loving every noise he makes. Every whimper. Every gasp. Every pant. I could get used to this.
Kay arches his back and fists his cock. “Gonna come.”
“Me too.”
“Come in my mouth.” Kay pulls away.
I reach for him, but he flips to his back and drops his head over the side of the bed. He slides the condom off. “No chance of a snail trail if I swallow.”
His eyes flutter back when I sink back into his sweet mouth. His hand pumps his cock and I bat him away. “Let me.” He thrusts into my offering while sucking my dick.
His hums do me in. “Fuck, Kay. Coming.” As I do, stars sparking behind my eyes, he cries out and comes all over my hand. He chokes and swallows around my dick. Tears stream down his face and he has to be the most beautiful man I’ve ever met.
I flop next to him on the bed to catch my breath. There are jelly fish dangling from the ceiling. Kay licks his lips. And his fingers.
“That was fun,” Kay says. “Same time next Friday?”
I can barely get my thoughts in line, but I grin at him, already knowing my answer.
He holds up a hand. “Actually, next Friday we can meet sooner. If you wanted. Say 9pm?”
“Already addicted to my dick?” I laugh. His lips twitch. I want to kiss him.
“Nah, not yet anyway. Too soon to tell.” Kay slides off the bed. “Need a few more experiments to see. I can host again.”
I don’t really want to leave yet, but he’s hovering.
“I never know what to do after a hook up. Like thanks for the dick, can you leave now? But that’s harsh, isn’t it? Do you want something to drink?”
Before I can answer, he’s already out the door. I follow him down the hallway and to the kitchen.
“Wait. Can you wait?” I run my hands through my hair. “Yes, to next Friday.”
His lips curl into a sexy smirk. “Good.” He glances at the microwave clock that reads 3am. “Yeah, Friday 9pm. What should I call you?” He grabs a phone from the counter and hands it to me.
“Dallas. That is my real name.”
His mouth twitches. “Cute. Suits you. But if I were a fae prince or something, I’d own you.”
I think he owned me the second I came down his throat, but I’m not telling him that.