by Avery Katz
“I’ve been to Egypt. They only have three great pyramids.”
“This is what they want you to think. In reality, they have a bunch of failed experiments in the desert. Experiments that resulted in collapsed and caved in pyramid structures. You could say that they were prototypes. The entire concept of tombs and burial chambers is fascinating to me. Mummies and curses are my specialty.”
I chuckled and picked up my pool stick. His brother and husband had kicked our asses before leaving. Now was my chance to impress the guy with some sexy moves of my own. We ordered tequila shots and played another round under the orange glow of the billiard lights.
The bar was too noisy, so I hovered close to Ruppy and watched him take his first shot. He bent over and spread his legs apart. I took advantage of his position to check out his delectable ass. He must be blessed with high metabolism because climbing stairs did not give you that kind of body.
“Yes!” He happily exclaimed when his ball fell into the hole. “Finally. Greg was stealing all of my luck earlier. Younger siblings are the worst. They suck everything out of you.”
We took turns playing and drinking. Our waitress kept the shots coming. Ruppy removed a stack of cash out of his pocket and gave her a hundred bucks. I eyed the money suspiciously, but my gut told me he was rich and not a crook. Crooks didn’t wear Balenciaga shoes and Burberry sweaters. My handsome partner knew how to dress like a gay guy who pretended to be straight. The more we drank, the more he loosened up and let his guard down. He squeezed my arm every time he scored. Our attraction appeared to be mutual judging by his body language. He brushed past me every now and then, making me lose my focus.
He was a little tipsy, so I motioned for our waitress to cut back on the tequila. I didn’t want him to get drunk. The night was young, and it was leading up to something more than just an innocent game of pool. I needed Ruppy to be fully conscious for my seduction plan to work.
“Are you keeping score?” He asked while racking the balls. I stood behind him and pressed my front to his back. It was my way of testing the waters. Besides, his ass was hard to resist. The moan that escaped his lips was loud enough for me to hear.
I knew it. I knew he was attracted to me.
“Nope. How about we ditch the game and leave together?” I suggested. Ruppy licked his lips and slowly placed the pool stick on the table. He was a European snack I was desperate to sample. He was more than just a sexy tourist. I was sure of it.
“Okay. Just let me text my brother first.”
I was pretty sure that liquid courage in the shape of beer, tequila, and vodka cranberry had influenced his decision. Nonetheless, he was a heavyweight when it came to drinking. Most of my European pals were that way. Their ability to hold their liquor was almost supernatural. I once witnessed an Irish guy drink an entire barrel of Guinness without batting an eyelash.
Ruppy texted his brother hurriedly. I could tell by his expression that he was dying to get out of here. He insisted on paying the tab before leaving. I tried to pay for my own drinks, but he said it was his treat. “Thanks. You really know how to spoil a man.”
“I hardly think a hundred bucks is considered spoiling.” He said. “Besides, our currency is much stronger than the American dollar. I paid the equivalent of peanuts tonight.”
“Sheesh. Had I known you were paying, I would have ordered some Patron.”
“Say no more.” He suddenly turned around and asked the bartender for a bottle of expensive tequila. He took out his neatly rolled cash and paid for the bottle. Ruppy was too generous with his fucking money. I wanted to warn him about the perils of walking around with an ATM machine in his pocket, but his gorgeous blue eyes distracted me.
We stepped out of the bar and into the chilly San Francisco night. I put on my jacket and fished out my car keys. My faithful Dodge was parked just around the corner. The Tap Room was one of my favorite places to chill and order a glass of wine. Tonight was my lucky night. I was treated to free booze and a hunky slice of foreign pie.
“So, your place or mine?”
“Mine. I booked a hotel room at the Fairmont. They have top-notch security.” He replied.
“Are you sure? My place is not too far from here.”
“Yes. Look at me, I’m turning into a pumpkin as we speak.” He grinned.
I glanced at my watch. It was ten minutes past midnight. “We’d better hurry and get you home then.” I draped an arm over his shoulders and breathed in his fantastic woodsy perfume. He had no idea just how hot he was. It was fucking ridiculous just how attractive he was.
I hooked up with my fair share of guys, but Ruppy was something else. He was a prime cut of beef. We almost walked past my car thanks to his powers of distraction. I unlocked the doors and watched him climb into the passenger seat. He moved with such grace and finesse even though he’d just downed more than six drinks. I was a caveman compared to him.
The short ride to his hotel was filled with buckets of sexual tension. I turned on the radio to distract myself from jumping his bones right there in the car. Bruno Mars and his annoying eighties voice floated from the speakers. He sang about kissing and making love, which made Rupert laugh. He had a melodic laugh that complemented his overall regal persona. I tapped my fingers on the steering wheel and stole glances at him.
The Fairmont was perched at the very top of Nob Hill and was fancy as hell. Ruppy adjusted his Giants hat and slid on a pair of black-rimmed glasses. I pulled up in front of the entrance and decided to throw caution to the wind and leave my precious Dodge with the valet. Rupert zipped up his leather jacket and followed me out of the car. We entered the humongous lobby and headed straight for the elevators.
“I can’t wait to see you without that ugly hat. Your hair deserves better than this.”
“Next time, I will wear a fedora just for you.”
The elevator arrived at the fifth floor with a loud ding. Ruppy reached into his pocket and fished out his key card. The sexual tension we’d experienced in the car followed us all the ay up here.
“Where is your fantasy suite?”
“Right down the hall.” He hooked his fingers around my forearm and tugged me towards his hotel room. I took advantage of the empty corridor to squeeze his tight ass. You could bounce a quarter off his glutes.
Ruppy attacked me the second we stepped inside his fancy suite. He just pushed me against the door and kissed me hungrily. I could write fucking sonnets about that kiss. It was as if there was a dam inside of him that finally broke and he was unleashing years of sexual frustration all at once. I blindly reached for his head and got rid of his silly hat. I was dying to feel his thick brown locks between my fingers.
He moaned and parted my lips with his tongue. The sounds coming out of his eager mouth went straight to my cock. I felt it throb inside my jeans, begging to be let out. Ruppy pressed his body against mine and kissed me like tomorrow was the apocalypse and the world was about to end. I pulled back and stared at his aroused face. His cheeks were pinched redder than a tomato, and his moist pink lips were swollen.
“Slow down, hot stuff. We have all night.” I brushed his chestnut hair out of his eyes and counted the moles on his cheeks. There were five in total. My heart thudded in my chest, pumping blood straight to my hard cock. He was horny as hell, and it showed. He grabbed me by the hand and led me to the bedroom. The view was fucking amazing. I took off my jacket and noticed Ruppy staring at me with a feral expression on his face.
“Show me what you’re hiding under those Burberry pants,” I said. My voice sounded husky to my ears. I palmed my aching cock and watched him strip for me. He had muscles in all the right places. He was tall and beautiful, like a Greek statue.
“Your turn.” He spoke in an equally sexy voice. I pulled my sweater over my head, trying to put on a show for him, but he strode over to me and unzipped my jeans in a hurry. I lost my balance and fell on top of the mattress. He crouched down between my thighs and tugged them down my legs. “Is t
hat a gun in your boxers, or are you happy to see me?”
“Cliché much?” I grinned. He almost ruined my faithful Calvin Kleins in his quest for my cock. I closed my eyes and hissed when he finally wrapped his fingers around my length. His touch was enough to send me down a sex-filled rabbit hole. My thoughts were reduced to nothing when his tongue met my leaking head. He licked me from root to tip while his right hand flirted with my balls.
For someone who claimed to be straight, he sure was good with his mouth. My body was coiled tighter than a spring. I combed my fingers through his hair and guided him over my cock. He sucked me off enthusiastically, pausing every now and then to catch his breath. I opened my eyes to look at him and gasped when I saw his meat popsicle. It was thick and veiny, just the way I liked it.
“Fuck. Where have you been all my life?”
He moaned around my cock and swallowed me down his throat. I clutched the sheets and felt the pressure building in my balls.
“Oh shit. I’m going to cum.” I warned.
My orgasm took me by fucking surprise. I groaned and felt Ruppy swallowing my cum. The sensation was beyond incredible. I felt my stomach clench, and my toes curl in pleasure. That was hands down the best blow job I’d had in years. It took me a couple of minutes to recover.
“Time for the main course.” I heard Ruppy say. He grabbed me by the waist and flipped me over onto my stomach. I always preferred being on top, but his irresistible touch made me speechless. I honestly didn’t give a shit about top or bottom at this point, not after that blowjob.
His hands on my back felt amazing. He drizzled coconut oil all over my skin and massaged me for a while.
“You’ve ruined me for other men. Yes, you have.”
He chuckled and used the oil to lube up my ass cheeks. He had me begging for his cock in seconds. His thick digits stretched my hole until I was ready for his purple-headed soldier. He climbed on top of me and leaned down to lick the shell of my ear. He then kissed a hot trail down my spine before raising my hips to meet his own. He entered me slowly. I moaned and fisted the sheets. He rocked into me gently, guiding his cock all the way in. He felt so damn good inside me. I felt like a fucking virgin all over again. Why did this man affect me so much?
I was lost in an ocean of pleasure, sinking deeper and deeper into the abyss. Ruppy panted and groaned on top of me. The sounds coming out of his lips were so damn erotic. He was gentle at first, but I knew he was desperate to come, so I urged him to fuck me harder and faster. He suddenly rolled me over onto my side and intensified his thrusts. I reached back and squeezed his flexing ass cheeks. He groaned into my hair and finally came, his orgasm rippling through me.
I waited for the aftershocks of his orgasm to fade before turning around and kissing him. He tasted like cranberries and vodka. He panted hard against my lips and stroked my arm. We were both covered in a combination of sweat and cum. Not that I cared.
“You have no idea how much I needed this.” He said.
“Really? Color me shocked and confused.” I grinned.
He laughed, cheeks flushed and eyes sparking like the Golden Gate bridge at night. The view outside his bedroom window really was remarkable. I stretched my arms over my head and watched him roll over onto his back.
“I’m serious. My family expects me to find a wife soon.”
Disappointment crept over me like a dark shadow. I figured he was in the closet, but the wife thing was such a cliché thing to say. I hated clichés. Fuck it. His life choices were none of my business.
“Relax. This is only one night of sex. Besides, it’s not like we’re in love or anything.” I playfully told him. He ran his fingers through his disheveled hair and smiled.
“Yeah. It’s not like we’re in love or anything.” He said in a failed attempt at mimicking me. I pinched his cheek in retaliation and draped my arm over his waist.
“Now less talking and more cuddling please.”
Chapter 5
RUPPY
I woke up sometime in the middle of the night to a wonderful sensation, unlike anything I had ever experienced. It took me a few seconds to realize that Justin was going down on me. His lips devoured my cock like it was his last meal. I moaned and threaded my fingers through his blond hair.
His beard brushed against my shaft every time he came up for air. The dual sensation was almost too much. The bedroom was bathed in moonlight, so I was able to watch him take me deeper down his throat. My earlier experience with him had been amazing, so I was open to more for now. Justin pulled back and swirled his tongue around me before sliding his lips over the head. I spread my legs and welcomed his chiseled torso between my thighs. He was statuesque and sturdy. I loved the way his muscles flexed in the moonlight.
“Shit. Just like that.” My head fell back on my pillow when he dipped his tongue into the slit. He kept going until I was close to coming. He suddenly pulled free with a pop and teased my puckered hole with his damp fingers. He wanted to be on top this time. I smiled and caressed his smooth back. I knew just by looking at him that he was a natural top. That didn’t stop him from giving into me earlier and allowing me to be in charge.
“Oops. Sorry. Did I wake you?” He grinned wickedly, tapping at the rim with the tip of his finger. He kissed my inner thigh and added two more fingers. I took a deep breath and ignored my throbbing cock. “Fuck. I need more lube.”
He miraculously found a bottle of lubricant in the nightstand, so he used it to glide his drenched fingers in and out of me. I arched my back and felt him hook them inside me, rubbing them across my nerves.
“You like that? Hmmm?”
“Yes. More!” I stared at his angry looking cock. He tightened his grip around it until his knuckles turned white. “Give me more.”
He withdrew his fingers and lined up his cock, ready to give me the ride of my life. His hooded eyes were glued to his hard member as he pushed into me steadily. He hooked his arms under my thighs and spread them further apart. This gave him more room to roll his hips and reward me with long, deep strokes. Our second round was even better and hotter than round one. I closed my eyes and rolled my hips up to meet him.
“Fuck. You feel so good.” He grunted.
I was amazed by the sensations coursing through my body. Our physical chemistry was off the charts. I could feel it deep in my bones. I had a brief moment of panic, which made Justin freeze mid-thrust to ask if he had hurt me. I stroked his flushed cheeks and told him to keep going. If I married a woman, sex between us would never be as good as this. I quickly pushed that thought from my mind and tried to live in the moment.
Justin distracted me with a languid kiss that made my toes curl. He moved his hips in circles, rubbing deliciously against my prostate. I reached between us and stroked my cock in time to his thrusts. His hips slammed into the backs of my thighs, the loud sound invading the silence of the suite. I felt the pressure building slowly but surely. Justin grunted like a caveman, sweat dripped from his chest onto mine.
“Do you want to cum, baby?”
I nodded and felt his fingers join mine as we pumped my cock together. I climbed over the edge and fell straight into the arms of my orgasm. I shuddered and spilled all over our hands. Justin swallowed my moans with another kiss as my ass clenched around his pulsating cock. He came in an instant, his body shaking like an earthquake.
“Justin!!” I cried out. Stars exploded behind my eyelids and then the world faded to black.
I fell asleep right away. It was a blissful, dreamless sleep that lasted for more than five hours. Sex did wonders for my jet lag. I woke up to the sound of rustling and opened my eyes to see Justin getting dressed to leave.
Sunlight streamed outside the window, bathing him in a soft yellow glow. His hair formed a blond halo on top of his head. He resembled an angel in disguise. His casual style and leather loafers were on point. Eros, the God of desire and sexual attraction blessed me with the full package in the shape of Justin. I really did hit the jackpot last ni
ght.
“Hey. Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.” He apologized. “So much for being a stealthy ninja.”
“No worries.”
“I thought leaving early would be easier and a lot less awkward.” He rubbed the back of his neck while giving me a sheepish smile.
“Oh, this is not awkward at all.” I teased him. “Your fly is open though.”
“Shit. Thanks for letting me know.” He quickly zipped up his jeans and stuffed his mobile phone inside his back pocket. I climbed out of bed and walked him to the door. We stood in awkward silence for a moment before he leaned in and kissed me goodbye. It was a powerful, passionate kiss that left me wanting more. I almost invited him back inside for round three when his phone rang. The spell was instantly broken. He said goodbye and left in a hurry.
I leaned against the door and remembered that I had a busy schedule of my own. I had a lot to do this morning, starting with breakfast with Greg and Quin. I also had a meeting with my bodyguard and a black tie event tonight. It was a charity gala where I was supposed to give a speech and mingle with socialites and philanthropists.
I needed to sit down and write a few words for my speech. There was nothing worse than showing up unprepared to a press-heavy dinner. Journalists and news anchors were going to be there to cover the international gala. I had already done my research on everyone involved. I even memorized a few names to make a good first impression.
I took a quick shower and got dressed for breakfast. Greg and Quin were going to meet me at a nearby cafe that made the best brunch in San Francisco. I wore my sunglasses and a black cap to ward off any paparazzi who may be hiding outside in the bushes. So far, no one had ambushed the Fairmont in search of me. I even booked my suite using a fake name.
My go-to fake identity was Archie Andrews. Those comics were part of my life during my adolescent years. Greg used to buy them for me when he was in boarding school. He would return for Christmas break with American pop culture staples such as Pop Tarts and Bart Simpson merchandise. MTV was also my gateway to pop music. It introduced me to Savage Garden and the Backstreet Boys.