Ethan has done little else but think about the man he fulfilled a sexy little fantasy for. He doesn't want to get invested but after months of waiting Marcus has answered and agreed to to the fantasy he submitted to The Pleasure Club.
Will one more night be enough to satisfy either of him? He doesn't know and he can't wait to find out.
Ethan had been furious when he’d gotten the information from The Pleasure Club concerning his Pleasure Night. The very idea of Marcus standing on an actual corner in a less than savory side of town was a nightmare. He’d been incensed enough to actually call their office, and he’d been relieved to be told that his Pleasure Master would have security even if Ethan couldn’t see them.
He still arrived ten minutes before he was due in a car he’d rented. Ethan relaxed in the leather seat and glanced around the BMW. A luxury car was well within his means, but it didn’t fit with his lifestyle or job. The rental had been a practical concern since his business name was stenciled on the doors of his truck. The last thing he needed was a current or potential client seeing him in his work truck picking up what appeared to be a hooker.
A cherry red Mustang pulled up the corner, and the passenger door swung open. A dark-headed man in faded jeans and a black T-shirt slid out of the car and up onto the curb, sliding a handful of cash into a front pocket. The man turned and leaned casually against the crosswalk post and turned his head to look up and down the street.
Ethan sucked in a deep breath at the first sight of Marcus’ face. He hadn’t seen the man since that night four months ago. Part of him sincerely regretted following The Pleasure Club rules. Though, he couldn’t be certain if it would’ve mattered. For all he knew, Marcus used the sex club because it allowed him all the no-strings sex he could handle.
He’d submitted his fantasy within days of that first night with the stipulation that he only wanted Marcus. It had been a disappointment when he hadn’t been paired up immediately. In fact, he’d almost given up hope of it even happening when notification had appeared in his email box.
Ethan started the car, checked the traffic, took a deep breath, and eased out so he could pull up the curb on the opposite side of the intersection. He’d given The Pleasure Club the description of the car, so he wasn’t surprised when Marcus pushed away from the pole and strolled to the car, all loose hipped and casual, as if he didn’t have a care in the world.
He leaned down as Ethan rolled down the window. “Hmm,” Marcus began and smirked. “You wanna take me for a ride?”
Ethan grinned and relaxed back in the seat. “Maybe. How much for a few hours?”
“Five hundred for three.”
Ethan quirked an eyebrow. “In this economy?”
Marcus laughed. “Well, if you want to be a cheap bastard, you can go back two blocks and pick up a piece of ass for a hundred.”
“Get in,” Ethan said and reached over to unlock the door.
Marcus slid into the car, fastened his seat belt, and spread out in the seat like a teenager. “Take a left at the light and go three blocks. I’ll need forty up front for the room.”
Ethan put the car in gear and nodded. The motel was frankly nothing like they’d met in for their first night, but that was to be expected. He followed Marcus in and watched him negotiate the room so casually it was unnerving. The guy behind the counter gave Ethan a knowing smirk as he passed over a key.
Marcus caught three of Ethan’s fingers and gave him a quick, little smile that was both innocent and worldly. He allowed himself to be pulled down a narrow, dingy hall and into a creaky elevator. Three floors up, they exited into another hallway that had seen better days. The room was at the end of the hall and cleaner than he’d anticipated it would be. The air smelled fresh and the bed orderly with the kind of quality linen that did not match with the motel.
It must have shown on his face, because Marcus laughed and rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand. Then he stepped into Ethan’s space and curled his fingers into the front of his belt. “Tell me what you want me to do.”
Ethan was at a complete loss for words. This Marcus was nothing like the man he’d first encountered in the hotel—prim and buttoned up so tight that he’d been challenged from minute one to get him utterly filthy.
“Is your name really Marcus?” Ethan asked and took a deep breath, because he hadn’t meant to ask.
The other man nodded, serious and intent. “Yeah, I was too nervous to lie about it.”
Ethan laughed, unsurprised. He rubbed Marcus’ bottom lip with his thumb. “I want you to suck me.”
