I had already let the hotel reception personnel know that I was expecting a guest, and for them to simply give the reporter, Aiden James, my room info. The less hassle we had to go through, the better. I had also ordered a bit of room service in the form of a fruit platter and sangria, to which I was now munching on an apple slice as I waited. My heart began pounding the moment I heard a knock on my door.
I got up and walked over to it, peeping through the hole. It was Aiden. Okay, deep breath. I opened the door. “Hi,” I said, smiling. Damn, he was fine as hell, even dressed in a gray button down shirt with a black and gray sweater vest and black slacks. Still with the loafers. He had his bag with him that I figured had all of his tools of the trade.
He smiled up at me. “Hello, Macio,” he said, and his voice was as soothing as I’d remembered.
“Come in, please.” I stepped out of the way to give him room to enter. I also took advantage of the view and checked out his ass again. Oh yeah, nice and plump, just the way I loved them. “Ah, you can make yourself comfortable.”
“Thank you, I will,” he said as he looked around my hotel. “Nice room.”
“Thanks, I like the view,” I said.
He turned and looked out of the balcony window and nodded. “It is a great view.” He turned back to me. “So, where do you feel comfortable doing it?”
“What?” I asked.
“The interview.”
“Oh, yeah. Of course. Umm, right here in the living room is good.” My mind went blank… or rather, straight to the gutter when he said, “Doing it.” Oh, right, he was here for an interview. I motioned to the sofa and chair, letting him chose which one he wanted.
He settled down on the chair and began pulling out his recorder and his notebook. I sat on the sofa, drawing one leg up and resting my arm on my knee as I watched him. He seemed a bit more anxious this time around than the last time. It was the total opposite of our first meeting. I was feeling antsier and he looked to be in control of his emotions. Now there was a reversal, I sensed it and I wondered if he did, too.
“I took the liberty of ordering some snacks and Sangria. You’re more than welcome to some,” I offered, hoping to make him feel more relaxed.
He looked at the fruit and wine and smiled. “Thank you.” He reached over, plucking a strawberry from the tray, and my eyes were glued to his lips as he took a bite out of the berry. When his tongue darted out to lap up the juices from the fruit, I felt my dick stir in my pants. It was fortunate that I had decided to put on my cup before he arrived. “It’s very good,” he said, paying compliments to the fruit.
“Yeah, it looked like it was good,” I flirted, and he looked up at me with a blank, yet curious expression. I should probably dial back my lust. “So, I’m ready when you are.”
“Right. Very good.” He finished off the berry, wiped his fingers clean, and then picked up his recorder. “Would you like to be in control of this again?”
I nodded and took the device from him.
“Okay, are there any questions that you answered in our first interview that you’d like to elaborate on?”
I thought back to some of the questions he’d asked and decided to be a little more forthcoming with my replies. “Sure.”
“Good. I’ll go over them and then move on to the ones unasked. Is that all right with you?” Aiden asked.
I nodded. “Sure.”
Again, he looked surprised. I guess I couldn’t blame him for being that way. I was way more relaxed and open to him now than I had been when we’d first met two weeks ago. But a lot had happened since then. A lot of lusting and fact-finding and did I mention lusting? Yeah… I wasn’t the same man I was then. I pushed play on the recorder and he fired away.
“How’d you come by the nickname ‘The Hitman’?”
I smirked. “Because I eliminate my opponents with extreme prejudice. The promotion lines them up and I take them out. That part is still true.”
Aiden smirked, then looked down at his notepad. “Many have wondered, if you live in Vegas, why do you stay at a hotel?” He looked back up at me with those beautiful blue eyes.
“I like to stay at a hotel that is near both the arena and the gym where we all have to train a week before the event. I also like to be taken out of my comfort zone by being somewhere unfamiliar to me. It’s all about convenience and getting into the right mindset to fight,” I replied. I liked the little cute smile he gave me before he looked at his notepad again.
“What are some of your favorite musicians?” Aiden asked.
“I like all kinds, really. Well, except for that one guy you mentioned. I actually heard one of his songs… not my thing. I love Queen, Led Zeppelin, Korn. I like music that keeps my blood pumping when I’m working out.”
Again, Aiden was looking confused, so I was curious.
“Is there something wrong?” I asked.
He looked at me with those big blue eyes. “Wrong? No… I’m just… well, to be honest, Macio, I’m just surprised by how open you’re being.” He held his hand up. “Not that I don’t appreciate it, I do. It’s just different from our first meeting. I felt like I was pulling teeth and I really don’t like putting anyone in a position they aren’t comfortable with.”
When he said he was being honest, he meant it. I liked that he didn’t try to lie and pretend that there was something else going on.
“I was uncomfortable in the first interview. I’d never done one before, and I wasn’t sure what type of reporter you were. Most are scum and will sell their soul or their momma’s soul for a story. They pry and exploit for their own gain. But I see you’re not like that, so now you get the real Macio,” I said.
He smiled and my dick stirred again. “I’m very happy you’re at ease with me now, Macio.”
I winked and I swore I saw him blush. “I didn’t stop the recorder, but I’d like that stricken from the interview.”
“Oh, yes, of course. Sorry. Don’t worry, that won’t be in our interview. Just the answers to my pre-approved questions,” Aiden assured me, and I believed him. “What are your hobbies?”
“I was very honest on that one. With the amount of training I do, I don’t have much time in my life for hobbies. But I do enjoy reading mysteries, paranormal, and horror.”
“Not much for romance?”
“Can’t say that I’ve ever experienced it.”
“How sad. So, I take it there’s no one special in your life?”
That was the question I had refused to answer before and I paused the recorder, which brought on a worried expression on Aiden’s face.
“I’m not completely comfortable replying to this question, but I’ll do my best, okay?”
His worry seemed to fade when he realized I was going to soldier on. I just needed a moment to figure out how I was going to reply. I hit the record button again once my thoughts were arranged.
“Currently, I’m single. Because of my busy schedule, there isn’t much time in my life for romance or relationships. But if I ever meet that lucky girl, I hope she could love a man with only a few hours to spare in their day,” I said. I’d practiced that question with Rupert and I thought I nailed it. Of course, one of the reasons why I wasn’t comfortable with that question was because it was the only lie I’d told thus far. I wasn’t looking for a woman, but the world couldn’t know that.
Aiden nodded. “I’m sure she will,” he said. If I didn’t know any better, I might have detected a bit of regret, or was it jealousy, in his tone. Now, this I wanted to explore. “Did you have anyone you look up to in the MMA world? Any role models?”
I nodded. “Yeah, Kirk Winchester was an amazing fighter before he went into retirement. My coach, Barry Vincennes, had an amazing fight record before an injury shelved him. I look up to them and take my lessons from them, too. Then there’s Bruce Lee, Jet Li, Jackie Chan, Donny Yen, Muhammed Ali, all amazing fighters. I could name more, but those are my favorites.”
Aiden continued to ask me several mor
e questions and they were all pretty basic, nothing too personal that would cross my lines of comfort. All in all, it was a great interview and I actually enjoyed it. However, I think I enjoyed my time with him more. I didn’t want him to leave, and I put my hand on his when he reached for his recorder.
“Why don’t you stay?” I asked.
His perfectly shaped brows wrinkled in confusion again as he looked at me. “Stay? I don’t understand.”
I licked my lips. “I think you do,” I said as I lightly stroked his hand with my finger. He looked down at our hands touching, then back up to me with an even more confused expression on his face. Jesus, for a fucking reporter, he wasn’t catching the clues I was tossing. I guessed I was going to have to go big or not at all.
“I don’t have any more questions,” he said innocently, and I swore that was the cutest fucking response.
My cock was so hard by now, it was pushing up on my cup. “I have to be honest, Aiden. One of the reasons I wanted to do this interview again is because I can’t stop thinking about you.”
“Huh?”
You would have thought I was speaking another language by the confused expression on his very handsome face. “I can’t get you out of my head.” I reached up, running my thumb over his delectable bottom lip. “The shape of your mouth. I keep imagining what it would feel like pressed against mine or wrapped around my cock.”
He pulled back, eyes bulging and his mouth dropping open… which only added to my imagery. “But, but you’re straight?” he gasped in shock.
I shook my head. “I’ve never been straight. In fact, that’s the only question on your list I didn’t answer truthfully to.”
“Holy shit!”
I couldn’t take it anymore. I grabbed him by the back of his head, pulling him forward, and planted my mouth on his. At first, he was stiff, but that vanished quickly as he leaned into me. When our tongues touched, it was like an electrical storm went off between us. God, I’d wanted to taste him so much and finally, I had him. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders and I reached down, grabbing a handful of his luscious ass.
He moaned as our tongues mingled and I was the one to break our kiss, only to plant softer kisses along his jaw as I made my way to his neck. “I want you so badly,” I growled against his heated flesh.
“Oh my god, I want you too,” he confessed, to my delight. I stood up, bringing him with me, and reached under his thighs, lifting him up with ease. He wrapped his legs around my waist and held on as we kissed our way to my bedroom. Once inside, I tossed him on the bed and smiled down at him. His own cock was poking a tent in his nicely pressed slacks, and boy, was it a beautiful sight. I took off my shirt and I saw his eyes glaze over as he gazed at my flesh. I made sure to flex some muscles for his viewing pleasure, then proceeded to pull my pants and jock off.
While I was doing that, he pulled his sweater vest over his head and started unbuttoning his shirt. Now that I was fully naked, I started in on his pants, giving him a helping hand. When he was as nude as I was, I stood back, drinking in his beauty. He was everything I looked for, only better. I could no longer contain my lust and was on him again, kissing and licking his chest. I sucked on his nipples as he moaned in pleasure. My hard on rubbed his thighs and I purred from the light friction. Soon, I would be inside of him. I couldn’t wait. But first things first, I wanted to taste every inch of him.
“Oh my god!” Aiden panted as I dipped lower, licking and kissing his abs as I made my way towards his pulsating cock. “Holy shit,” he cried out as I took him into my mouth. I reached up with my hands, playing with his nipples as I sucked on his cock. He grabbed my hands, keeping them pressed to his body as he squirmed beneath me. I savored his tasty precum as it leaked into my hungry mouth. It was as sweet as I’d imagined and I couldn’t get enough of it.
My head bobbed over his crotch as I brought him to the edge. His flesh grew harder in my mouth and I knew he was about to blow. I slid my hands to his hips, grasping him as he pumped fiercely into my mouth. It was as if he were beyond control and I loved that he was giving himself to me completely. He yelled in ecstasy as he came hard, bucking wildly as he filled my mouth with his jizz. I swallowed and sucked until he was fully drained. Aiden fell back on the bed, panting and quaking.
His well-toned chest heaved as he struggled to catch his breath, but I didn’t give him much time. I flipped him over, parted those sexy buns of his, and dived in. He moaned and trembled as I tongued and lapped at his wrinkled hole. By how hard it was for me to stick my tongue inside of him, I could tell he was nice and tight. Perfect for my cock, which he would be experiencing momentarily. He was squirming again and moaning in pleasure, and the sexy sounds he was making only fueled my desire for him.
“Arrrrg,” I growled as I pulled back. “I want you so fucking badly.” I climbed onto the bed, pressing my chest to his back. I licked the side of his face until I reached his mouth and then I shoved my tongue inside of him in a possessive kiss. He was purring under me and I knew he wanted me inside of him just as much as I wanted to be inside of him.
I pulled back. “You want my cock?” I teased as I stroked myself between his ass cheeks.
“Yes!” Aiden panted breathlessly and without reservation.
“How badly do you wanted it?” I prodded, both literally and figuratively. By now, my precum was slicking the insides of his cheeks as my cock begin to journey closer to his hole.
“Fuck me, please. Fuck me so hard! I want to walk out of here limping!” Aiden flirted.
Well shit, that was all a man like me needed to hear. With him having said that, I couldn’t hold back any longer. I had to have him. I sat back, snatching open my nightstand drawer, and grabbed the lube. I squirted a nice amount on my palm, then slathered my cock up with it and smeared some on Aiden’s hole. Next, I aimed my dick and started to push in slowly, letting him get adjusted to my thick, nine inches with my pierced head. He quaked and moaned as I slid in deeper until my balls hit his cheeks.
“Ahhhh yeah, ooooohhhh, fuck,” Aiden moaned and I trembled as I was inside of him. Never had I shared such intimacy with another man since my teenage years with Zachery, my first. Even that couldn’t compare to what I was feeling now. I pumped my hips slowly at first, letting Aiden feel my flow, and he sighed and started begging for me to go faster and harder.
“Fuck yeah,” I growled and grabbed his hips, pulling him to his knees. He raised up on his hands, bracing himself on the bed as I rode him hard. The bed shook with how hard I was fucking him and he loved every thrust. I looked in the mirror and smiled when I saw how rigid his cock was, bobbing up and down with each pump of my hips. God, he felt great! I’d never been so satisfied fucking anyone before. I was like a thirsty man being given a drink of water after days of going without. This was perfection.
I reached under him, wrapping my arms around his smaller frame, and pulled him back against my chest as I pounded his ass. His sexy mouth was open as he gasped for air. I growled in my lust, which really seemed to turn him on even more. His cock was drooling precum like a leaky faucet and his nipples were hard against my arm as I held him to me. I turned his face to mine, claiming his mouth again, and he surrendered.
I was so close to shooting and I could tell he was too. I reached down, grabbing his cock, and started stroking. He was moaning and grunting as I worked him to his orgasm. I loved the way he held onto my ass as I fucked him. We were one as I brought us both to the pinnacle of ecstasy. He was the first to come, shooting thick, creamy strings of liquid pearl across my sheets as he cried out in pleasure.
“Yeah… fucking shoot that sexy load,” I growled in his ear. “Ahhhh, arrrrggg fuuuck!” I was about to blow my load. I held him harder as my hips worked their magic, and then it happened. I roared and grunted as my balls tingled, then bellowed the moment the first jet of spunk flew from my cock, filling his ass. I pumped against him with relentless abandon as I milked my cock inside of him. He gripped my thighs as I pumped away unt
il I was spent.
I pushed him back onto the bed and kissed him lightly on his shoulder and neck. “Was that everything you hoped it would be?” I asked as I slowly pulled my cock from his ass.
He chuckled and nodded. “Everything and more.”
I rolled over onto my back and smiled. “Yeah, for me too.”
Fucking Aiden was better than anything my imagination had conjured up, and all I knew at that very moment was that I wanted more of him. This one taste wasn’t nearly enough to quench my appetite. But for now, I gathered him up in my arms, which was something I never did with any of the escorts I’d fucked in the past. I held him close to me, relishing how he felt beside me. I loved when he wrapped his arms around my torso and rested his head on my bicep. We were both feeling major relief and sheer exhaustion, him more than me. I maybe could muster enough energy for another round, but this one had been so amazing, all I wanted was to drift blissfully off into dreamland, so that was what we did.
I’d been having the sexiest dream of Macio De Niro and never wanted to wake up from it. We were together in a fancy suite and he’d just fucked the hell out of me, and then let me cuddle. The dream was more vivid and intense than my previous ones and I wasn’t quite sure what to contribute it to, not that I was upset.
I could feel consciousness trying to pull me out of my dreamland with Macio and I fought it. I wasn’t ready to let go of the way his strong body felt against mine as he moved forcefully inside me, or the deep growls against my ear as he made me his; and I never wanted to let go of the hungry way he kissed me as if he couldn’t get enough of me. I’d hold onto the way it felt when he spilled inside me until the day I died.
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