Chapter Three
Simon
I stood in my kitchen staring at the door Tony had just stormed through. I wanted to tell him the truth, but I had to protect Sadie. He’d known I was lying, and while he was the first person I thought of when Sadie called me, I didn’t trust him.
He demanded the truth from me, but he hid the truth of who he really was every damn day. He ignored me in public, well, in Diamond Creek. At the club, he didn’t care who saw us together.
At the club in Denver, he was a different person entirely.
At the club, Tony was open about his sexuality.
Open about how much he wanted me. He was possessive, but only in Denver.
He hated that I sometimes went there without him.
Told me he didn’t want anyone else touching me. But he wouldn’t make me his.
And until he did, my life was mine to live however I wanted. If I wanted to fuck strangers at the club, that was my business. Not that I ever did. I hadn’t wanted anyone else once I’d met Tony.
I’d never forget that first night six years ago...
I walked into the club with a smile on my face. This was my playground. I’d never hidden who I was in Diamond Creek. Not from my family, and not from the town. They all knew who I was, and most of them accepted it.
But here I knew there would be no snide glances, no veiled insults about my desire to be with men. Women were beautiful. I loved women; I just had no desire to have sex with them.
“Hey, Simon!”
“Hi, Brett. Anyone new tonight?”
Brett Douglas was the manager of the club. He took his job seriously and would never out someone’s anonymity, but he’d point out a new face if he thought I might be interested.
“Only a six-foot two-inch god in a suit so expensive it’s not a cliché to say it was made for him.”
“Sounds promising.” I smiled as I searched the main room. There were many faces I recognized, and some I didn’t. But no one stood out as who Brett had described. I moved to the bar and ordered a drink as I watched the crowd.
Maybe the man was in one of the private rooms already. Maybe he would be nothing more than delicious eye candy. The Sanctum wasn’t strictly a gay club. There were men and women of all preferences, and the man Brett described might be straight.
That didn’t mean I couldn’t enjoy the view.
Or that I couldn’t persuade him to let me suck his dick.
The bartender handed me my drink with a smile that promised a delectable tip later.
For me.
I smiled back and walked through the room, my eyes taking pleasure in the acts and scenes scattered around. There were couches spread throughout that held couples and groups. Some who had just gotten started with light kissing and heavy petting. While others were in various stages of undress.
One woman was completely naked, spread out on a chaise lounge, with a man eating her pussy while another woman straddled her head. A few steps away, a tiny woman was bent over a velvet footstool while a man who I could only describe as the Hulk, fucked her ass.
I stopped to watch, my drink in one hand and the other rubbing my hard cock inside my pants. I might not want to fuck a woman, but watching one get railed still had my blood pumping. Then again, maybe it was the enormous dick pumping in and out of the tiny ass that made me hard.
Either way, I enjoyed the show and wondered if he’d let me be next. He wouldn’t be the first straight man I let have my ass. I’d found in the club, many of the straight men didn’t care who the person attached to the hole they were fucking was. As long as they got their dicks wet.
I stood there long enough to see him pull out and come on her back. I opened my mouth to ask for a turn when I felt a hand on my back. Looking over my shoulder, I found brown eyes staring into mine.
He had neatly trimmed brown hair, with a few sparse grays at the temples. His face revealed a shadow of the beard he’d shaved off that morning. And the suit he wore didn’t do justice to the way Brett had described him.
My eyes traveled over the broad shoulders of the open jacket. The white pressed shirt he wore underneath was open at the collar, teasing a smattering of chest hair that I imagined covered him deliciously.
“Hello,” I purred as I leaned in closely.
“You enjoying the show?” His eyes briefly left mine in the direction of the new woman who had taken the place I’d coveted.
“Not enough,” I said, keeping my eyes locked on his.
When the suited god returned his gaze to me, he smiled, and my knees buckled. The dimple on his left cheek winked at me, and I could feel my dick twitching, begging for more.
Without a word, he took the drink from my hand and set it on a nearby table. Then, he brought the same hand up to wrap around the back of my neck, pulling me in, and pressing his lips to mine. My eyes closed, and a groan slipped from my throat straight into his.
My hands went to his waist, and I pulled his shirt from the waistband. I needed to feel his skin. Straight men didn’t kiss like this. No, this was a man who knew what he wanted and wasn’t afraid to take it.
He walked me back to the dark corner until my back hit the wall. His hands went around my waist to grab my ass and squeeze as he pressed into me. His protruding bulge might not have been as big as the Hulk’s back there, but it was close.
He slipped his hands down to the back of my thighs and lifted me.
He was strong, which was a plus. I wasn’t a twink.
I might have run a hair salon with my sister, but I wasn’t small.
At six-foot-one and a hundred and eighty pounds, I was fit.
I worked out and took care of my body. The fact that this man could lift me without releasing my lips was a huge fucking turn on.
His hands held my ass as his lips went on a journey across my jaw, and down my throat. This wasn’t just sex at a club. This was dangerous territory, because this man was making love to me and we were both still fully dressed.
I wasn’t here for love. I mean, I wouldn’t snub my nose if I met someone who was looking for more. But this guy was new; he didn’t play by the same rules. If he didn’t fuck me soon, I would be very close to catching feelings, and I didn’t even know his fucking name.
I dropped my legs from his waist and reached for his belt. He placed his hands on the wall beside my head and hissed when I wrapped my hands around his hard cock.
God, he was thick. It throbbed in my hand, and with my eyes on his, I dropped to the floor in front of him. My tongue slipped out and licked the head, and he thrust forward, wanting more.
I shoved his pants further down his legs. He gathered his shirt in his hand and pulled it up to reveal his six-pack. I bit my lip and whimpered. If he were a two-pump chump, it would devastate me, because this man looked like he was made to fuck.
And fuck thoroughly.
My hand pumped his dick, and I watched his eyes close and his head fall back. I wrapped my lips around him and swallowed as much as I could.
“Fuck,” he hissed. He placed his hand on the back of my head and held me in place while he thrust into my mouth. I reached behind him, pulling his ass cheeks apart, and letting my fingers explore.
I could feel his body trembling, and I knew he was almost there. But before he came in my mouth, he grabbed my hair and pulled me off his dick.
“Stand up and face the wall,” he ordered. The sound of his voice made my body obey without thought. I scrambled to my feet and turned my back on him. He pressed against me, pushing me into the wall, and I felt his erection against my ass.
His hands reached around between me and the wall, and in an instant, my pants fell down around my ankles. His body covered mine while his hands traveled over me. He grabbed my cock, caressing me with a practiced hand. While his other hand probed my ass.
With my cheek pressed against the wall, my eyes closed as I reveled in his touch. I heard him spit into his hand, and I moaned when his finger entered me. A few penetrating strokes and then a second finger worked its way in with the first.
He was preparing me, stretching me to take him. My breathing sped up; my heart raced with anticipation. I heard the rip of the condom packet and I braced my hands on the wall, pushing my ass out. Never had I been more ready.
He leaned into me, his mouth against my ear, as he rubbed his dick against my ass and whispered, “This is your only chance to say no.”
“Yes,” I hissed back.
His hand moved from my cock to my hip. I felt him line himself up, and I tried to relax my body, but the desire was so fucking strong, the eagerness so high, my body froze in expectation.
He pressed forward, and I let out a deep breath, giving myself over to the intrusion that would burn so damn good. I felt the moment he passed through the tight ring and knew he felt it too. He didn’t hesitate to push all the way in, crushing me between his hard body and the wall.
“Fuck, you’re so damn tight.”
I couldn’t respond. My brain had short-circuited at the feel of him inside me. My own dick was hard as steel, almost to the point of pain. I wanted to come already, and I was on the brink when he pulled back, leaving only the tip, and paused.
His hands covered mine on the wall, and he ground out, “I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’ll never want me to leave you.”
“Yes,” I panted. “Please,” I begged as he slammed into me. I cried out, certain I’d be heard over the sounds of the other people fucking. But no one paid any attention to us. If they did, I couldn’t tell as I was so wrapped up in feeling this man, this god, fuck me.
All I heard were the sounds of his grunts and groans. All I smelled was his cologne, a warm, spicy scent with a hint of leather. All I felt was the slide of his shaft as it hit that hidden spot deep inside me. And all I could concentrate on was not blowing my load without him.
“You’re taking my dick so well. Though you’re so fucking tight, I don’t know how long I’ll last.”
His words in my ear didn’t help the immediate need to come. I could feel the tingling in my legs making its way up my back.
“What’s your name?” I panted.
“Tony.”
“Tony,” I repeated, testing his name on my lips. I wanted to scream out his name when I came.
“Come for me, mo leannán rúnda.”
It was as if my body was waiting for his command. Once he let loose the last word, whatever it was, the sudden release had me screaming out his name.
I hadn’t been the same since that night. We’d met at the club weekly for months before I knew who he was. Before I learned he lived right here in Diamond Creek. Before I knew the translation of the words he’d whispered to me that night.
Mo leannán rúnda, my secret lover.
That was what I was. His secret. He wasn’t out. Not to his family, not to his clients. Not even to his club. And he had no plans of ever coming out. Not even for me.