Prologue
C ole sauntered into Pluck the Cherry, his hands in his pockets hiding his nervous fingers tugging and flirting with his keychain. He scanned the room full of men wearing suits, and eyed a gorgeous man with a surly look wearing different attire, a black running suit as he talked to another man who appeared to have someone hiding behind him.
On his black sweatshirt, there was a logo in gold with a red cherry sitting inside a cocktail glass. Cole couldn't make out what the logo said, because of his distance from the handsome dude in the dim-lit room. The guy could be thirty or maybe thirty-five, but not a day more, he thought.
When he sat on the bar stool, he felt his jeans slip down and he tugged at his tee shirt to cover the tramp stamp he'd gotten tattooed on his backside. He'd always been self-conscious of that design because he didn't want people to get the wrong impression of him, even though he'd been attracted to men who were aggressive and straightforward in their desires, because he couldn't or hadn't learned how to be the aggressor in dating.
In truth, Cole never had the time.
He ordered a Heineken beer because that was all he enjoyed drinking, and one was all he could afford now. He knew once he'd taken his tests to get his law degree, he'd have the opportunity to be in the company of some serious players in this building, and this club.
When the barmaid brought back his cold beer with a heated smile, her ample breasts accompanying and holding them firmly in a low-cut blouse, a few buttons unhooked strategically offering a peek at what Cole could get whether he gave a good tip or not. Cole offered her a closed smile and paid cash for his drink, and a tip which said, “No thanks, I can't afford you and you're not what I'm looking for.” He turned to face the back of the man in the black sweatsuit, and what he saw was impressive. Long legs, wide shoulders, and a hard ass.
Now that was a man he could give himself to. If only the dude would turn and see him. Be careful what you wish for. It was as if Cole had willed that man to see him, and when he turned, he locked eyes with Cole, and a shiver of intense heat invaded Cole, which hit him like a lightning strike, and blew him away.
The music was soft, and the jazz was piped in. For some reason Cole had never been a fan, but it relaxed him, and he felt the strain of going through all those years to get to the point where he would become a lawyer dissolve.
He wished he could sit here and enjoy his drink without feeling like an imposter. He felt he didn't belong to this clientele of suits with their expensive watches and equally expensive suits and ties... not to mention their shoes.
Cole's eyes surveyed the bar with its expensive leather furniture and lights. He'd never been in this building, but he knew if he'd gotten the position he wanted after passing the bar, this would be the place high-powered men would haunt, and maybe one day he'd be one of them. But for now, the only man who enticed and had his cock hungry was the tall stranger dressed in black with a gold logo.
Of all the time to check out a bar was tonight, because he should have been studying so he could pass his bar exam, but he wanted to do something different besides sleep with his books, and pull an all-nighter with his friend who' d kept talking about Pluck the Cherry and the kind of men they'd meet once 'all this was over and a thing of the past.' Tonight, would be the only time he would have done something unpredictable, exciting, and surprising even to himself, and he'd prove something to that friend of his who thought he was afraid to go out alone.
So, here he was on a Friday night, sitting and enjoying his beer, relaxed, willing and able to connect with one of these handsome successful men for a one-night stand. He didn't want to attract just any man. He had specific wants and desires that dated back to when he was a teenager full of lust and unusual sexual desires. When he turned, the man who had caught his eye when he first ambled into this elegant bar, stood in front of him.
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W hen the barmaid showed up and leaned over, displaying her cleavage, to ask if he needed another drink, it wasn’t the soft voice of the barmaid that turned him on and had his jeans tightening, making him shift nervously around to meet a pair of intense eyes. It was the low rumble of a deep voice. “I'll take it from here. I think the two dudes at the end of the bar need drinks."
The barmaid turned on the balls of her feet, because now she knew she was wasting her time.
The two men locked eyes, and Cole's cock came to attention and his jeans soaked up the pre-cum that his jock-briefs failed to. That serious look on the stranger's face turned into a soft pleasant handsome smooth face, and the stranger's stare pinned him to that stool, where Cole's breathing became intense as he tried to conceal it.
When the stranger swiped his long tongue over his full lips, slanted his head and winked and smiled, Cole blinked. "I'm Daniel, and I own this joint." It didn't look like a joint to Cole.
"Cole. My name is Cole,” he stuttered.
When Daniel moved closer to Cole, Cole wanted to move away, not because he didn't want to be that close to him, but because he'd never been approached by a man in his thirties and one who he'd been attracted to. Daniel not only captured Cole's attention by his physical closeness, but he'd also been held spellbound by his senses. Daniel smelled of liquor, and expensive cologne, a mixture of flowers and musk.
"Would you like to dance?" Cole glanced around and saw no one was paying any attention to them, and Cole felt relieved. Not even the barmaid, who knew her boss had pulled him out of the stove for whatever reason. “Or talk. I don't care which one. You fascinate me and I'd like to know you better."
Cole stepped down from the stool, where Daniel proved to be taller and very impressive and when he held out his hand, Cole, mesmerized by the handsome man, placed his hand inside Daniel's.
When Cole thought he was being led to the dance floor, Daniel took a quick right and directed him through a corridor, past the restrooms, and down a long hallway, then opened a door and they stepped inside.
With Daniel's hungry eyes following him and his mouth forming into a sexy smirk, Cole backed against the wall as Daniel stared at him, and the silence hovered between the two until the low easy music found its way through to Daniel's office. Cole's gaze softened along with Daniel's who appeared to be amused and curious as to why Cole had followed him into his office unless it was what both wanted at the time—a one and done.
Cole's face reddened with lust and a willingness to explore whatever the night had in store with this handsome intense-looking man. “Would you like another beer? I don't like drinking alone," Daniel said in a soft gravelly tone, then he sauntered to his fridge and pulled out a beer, guzzled it down and strolled closer to Cole, who seemed to be a fixture on the wall near the door. He should have taken a seat in the comfortable sofa, but for some reason Cole didn't. Maybe he thought if something went wrong, he could get the locked door open and get the hell out of there, or scream for help.
Although he knew if he had to call for help it would be useless. To cover up his nervousness, Cole said, "I'll have another beer."
Daniel's gaze paused for a second, taking in Cole's expression and body which was smaller than his. So far Cole had shown Daniel his need for a strong commanding man, and desire to be possessed, in which case he'd come to the right place, because he was who Daniel was looking for, and his facial expression sent the signal to Cole that there was a dark promise he could fulfil.
Daniel's eyes wavered and perused Cole, and appeared to be stuck on Cole's nervous biting of his bottom lip. Daniel's intense glance caused Cole to become anxious. He'd come this far and he was ready to explore the notion of being in a stranger's office when he just locked the doors, which made Cole shudder with desire. Daniel planted his firm body against Cole's slim firm muscular frame.
To Cole's surprise, and perhaps because of his wanton desire to be fucked by a stranger, he thought it was his body that leaned forward to answer Daniel that they were both after the same thing—a one-night stand that wouldn't be soon forgotten by either man.
"I thought you were going to get me a drink?" Cole said, more relaxed.
"It can wait." Daniel's raw intense eyes bored into him with a heated gaze.
Cole knew what he wanted, because he wanted the same thing. He wanted to be used. He wanted to be taken and not be able to walk the next few days, because he wanted to remember that feeling for months to come. He needed the excitement of knowing he'd been taken by a stranger and then he could go on and live his life knowing he'd done what he wanted for once.
"Are you going to take off that tee and let me see your chest, those stiff nubs?" Cole glanced down, but before Cole could lift his tee, Daniel's large hand was under his shirt, and pinching one of his nipples with his viselike fingers. Cole held his gaze on the stranger with a shiver of excitement pumping through his cock.
Daniel leaned in and raised Cole's shirt, capturing him as he lifted his arms, then entangling him in his shirt covering his mouth eyes and head as Daniel twisted him around, grabbed his cotton tee and pushed away from the door. Daniel dragged him and slammed him into the wall behind his desk. Cole smelled the liquor and aftershave, because his senses became sharpened by the lack of seeing. His sense of smell and feelings honed in on the hard body pressing against him.
Daniel reached and took Cole's balls in his hand and tightened his grip and with his mouth he sucked and bit Cole's nipple, then he moved away, and said, “I have nipple clamps for those beautiful tender nubs.” However, when he released Cole's balls from his tight grip, Cole shuddered from the loss of the pain and pleasure he'd derived from the heavy hard grip.
Daniel unzipped Cole's jeans. then shoved his hand down inside and reached for Cole's length with a heavy grasping hand. Daniel followed this by squeezing Cole's tender warm sac. Cole only cleared his throat trying to mask the pain, and enjoyed the pleasure he was receiving from the stranger who called himself Daniel.
“You do like it rough, well, you've come to the right man, and Daniel's fingers strayed and found a home penetrating through Cole's tight ring of muscle and when he shoved both fingers inside as he pinned Cole's body, Cole gave off a loud moan, signaling that he wanted more of the same.
Daniel lowered his head and sucked and bit the untouched right nipple, and Cole's hips began dry fucking Daniel's full cock, before Daniel pulled away, turned Cole around where he faced the wall with his tee-shirt still covering his eyes. His arms were tethered and unmovable where the stranger had complete access and control of him, and if he wanted to scream no one would hear him. But Cole had no intention of leaving until he'd gotten what he came for.
He heard the tear of a condom, but he didn't feel anything but the stranger’s two fingers being shoved inside of him, and the feeling of masterful strokes reaching deep touching his prostate. The desire to be fucked overwhelmed him, and nothing mattered any more to Cole, but to be used and taken hard and relentlessly by this intense sexy man.
The stranger leaned closer to Cole's neck hidden behind the shirt binding him and making him sightless. Daniel whispered, “I want to possess you... all of you. I want to control your body because I want you to be mine and mine alone.
Cole heard his jeans drop and because the stranger named Daniel had his body hard-pressed against his, he felt Daniel's rock-hard warm flesh against his ass, and then his hole pulsed, and without a warning and no lube, Daniel's thick fingers pressed on Cole's hole. Daniel's hard palm struck Cole's lean muscular ass, and he tightened his ass cheeks, then he felt Daniel's hips propel forward, and his cock slammed against Cole's tight firm ass.
Cole blew out a quick breath, his body shook and trembled as if it had been hit by a car.
The stranger pulled out once more and leaned forward, whispering over the soft music, "All you have to do is beg me to place my heavy cock in that tight little hot hole, and after you get what you want, I'll get what I want, and that's you."
Cole's body responded to being needed by the stranger and his ass pushed against the stranger's warm thick engorged length, and the stranger pulled apart Cole's ass cheeks, passed his thumb along the ridges of his ring of muscle, and Cole closed his eyes and sucked in a hard breath. Before he could release it, dull pain hit him like he'd been struck by lightning twice, and the heat from the intrusion filled him with Daniel's controlling dark desire to own this young man.
In Cole's mind and body, he wanted to be controlled and used by the stranger called Daniel.