by Dana Delamar
Cristo, the man could kiss. If this was a dream, I didn’t want to wake up.
He drew me to my feet, then began unzipping the back of my dress, and I started unbuttoning his shirt. I pushed his shirt down his arms as my dress began to fall, and we released each other for a moment so we could drop the offending garments to the floor.
I took in the rich tan of his ripped torso with its sprinkling of black hair across his chest, his chiseled eight-pack, the perfect V of his obliques pointing down to the bulge still tenting his slacks. Javi had always been a gym rat, but I hadn’t known just how much time he’d put in there. I whistled. “¡Ay, papi chulo!” He grinned at me, making his pecs dance and flexing his biceps.
Then his eyes fell to my breasts, lingering there, and I couldn’t get my black bra off fast enough. I let it fall from my fingers, and he dipped his head down, sucking one of my nipples into his mouth, his strong fingers tugging on the other and making electricity arc from each hard peak to my pussy. I hadn’t been this turned on in a long time. When his mouth left my breast, I took his face in my hands. “Is this really happening?” I asked in all seriousness.
Javi broke into a grin. “Sí, princesa. It’s really happening.”
“Let’s take this show into the bedroom.”
Placing a hand on his shoulder for balance, I stepped out of my black stilettos, and I took his hand, giving it a little tug. He followed me into the bedroom, where he kicked off his shoes and went to work on his belt, the buckle jangling as he unzipped his slacks and left them in a heap on the floor.
Then he stepped forward, backing me into the mattress and urging me up onto it. I lay back, clad only in my lacy black panties, which he proceeded to strip off me. Dropping to his knees, he parted my legs, his lips traveling up the inside of my right thigh. I was quivering all over, and the closer he got to my pussy, the less I could control it. How many times had I fantasized about this? About Javi, the man I’d loved forever, making love to me? Being mine, in ways that went far beyond friendship?
He parted the lips of my sex, his tongue finding my clit and circling it. A throaty moan rushed out of me, and he gently sucked on that little nub, his tongue teasing me and making me writhe. He licked down to my entrance, spearing his tongue inside me, fucking me with it until I moaned, “More.” He slid two fingers through my juices, coating them, before sliding them inside me, the sudden fullness making me gasp and rock my hips into his hand.
Keeping his fingers where they were, he rose up and leaned over me, cupping my neck with his other hand and drawing my mouth to his. I could taste myself on his lips. His tongue plunged into my mouth, mimicking what his fingers were doing below, and I cried out, coming apart on his hand.
I’d slept with three men since Daniel and I had broken up, and not one of them had made me feel like this, like I was shattering into a million pieces, but safe at the same time.
JAVIER
Arianna gasped into my mouth, her luscious body writhing beneath mine as she came, and I felt like the king of the world. I’d finally, finally done it. Finally manned up and gone after what I’d wanted for so many years.
I’d let Daniel have her because I’d convinced myself that I couldn’t make her happy. I was gay after all. A gay man who weirdly lusted after his female best friend. And other women too.
By the time I’d realized what I really was, it had been too late. Daniel had swept her off her feet, and I couldn’t even be that upset because at least the two people I loved most in the world were happy.
Even if I wasn’t. Even if I secretly pined for them both. But I’d known when I’d met Daniel in college that he wasn’t gay. He’d had a different girl in bed practically every night of the week.
For a long time, I’d resigned myself to never having what I wanted. But after Ari and Daniel divorced, I’d vowed to myself not to lose her again.
The time hadn’t been right for me to approach her; I’d wanted to wait until she was over Daniel, until the two of them settled down and found a way to be around each other without tension filling the room.
But seeing her tonight, seeing her so damn miserable, broke something inside me. Ari was suffering, and it was time to make her see that losing Daniel wasn’t the end of the world.
I just hoped I hadn’t miscalculated. Was it too soon?
My heart pounding in my chest, my fingers still inside her, I released her mouth and waited for Ari to open her eyes, to look up at me, to let me know if this was going to go further. My aching cock was telling me to just keep going, but I wanted to be sure this was truly what she wanted.
She panted softly, her long, thick lashes fluttering against her tan cheeks, and I held my breath. Finally she looked up at me. “Well, what are you waiting for?” she asked.
“Just making sure you’re still with me.” My cock pressed into her hip, and she shifted against me, deliberately rubbing it through the thin cloth of my snug black boxer trunks.
“I’m with you. And I’m not done yet.” She looked up at me at the same time she slipped a hand between us, her slender fingers grazing my cock.
I inhaled at the contact, and she started working the trunks over my hips. I pumped my fingers in and out of her again, and she moaned, the sound going straight to my already straining cock. Letting go of her, I stood and whipped off my briefs. I motioned to the nightstand. “Condoms in there?”
She opened her mouth to respond, then hesitated. Shit. She was reconsidering, and rightly so. I’d pushed too far, too fast.
Why did I think my being bi wouldn’t be an issue? I should have given her time to think it over before taking her to bed.
“I’m sorry. I fucked up, didn’t I?” I said, reaching for my boxers.
She sat up and shook her head. “No. I just—” Tears welled in her eyes again.
Oh Cristo. I promised myself I’d never hurt her, and look what I’d done. “Arianna—”
“I don’t want to use a condom,” she blurted.
I froze. “Why is that making you cry?”
“Because… because I want a baby, and I know it’s not fair to ask you, and it’s completely stupid, and I’m going to be thirty next year, but I wanted to have one by now…” The words poured out of her in a rush, punctuated by sharp inhales as she tried to suppress her tears.
“Shh.” I folded her in my arms, rocking her gently. “Corazon, I really fucked up here.”
“No,” she whispered against my chest, her warm tears sliding down my right pec. “I’m the one who’s fucking up.” She pulled back and wiped at her eyes, then she gave me a shaky smile. “The condoms are in the nightstand.”
“You sure you want to do this?” I asked.
She nodded and reached down, wrapping her delicate fingers around my still-rigid shaft, which twitched in her hand. Jesus, the damn thing had always had a mind of its own. A one-track mind. And right now, it wanted to be buried inside this woman who made my heart want to beat out of my chest with one of her smiles.
Arianna Rodriguez was fucking luscious, from her bouncy tits to her curvy hips, and when she stroked my cock, her fingers squeezing me just right, every bit of common sense I had flew out the window. This beautiful, wonderful woman who I loved with all my heart wanted a baby. My baby. And it’s not like I was planning to let her go.
What was the harm in making her happy?
What about Daniel? a voice in my head whispered. She still loves him; he still loves her. What if they make up? Where does that leave you, pendejo?
It’s been almost a year. And Daniel was adamant that he didn’t want children.
He’ll never give her what she wants. What she needs.
But I can.
“You want that baby, corazon?”
She looked at me, her eyes lighting up. “You don’t think I’m crazy?”
I laughed. “Maybe we both are. But I would love to have a baby with you.”
She stepped back to the bed, tugging me forward by my dick. And I was happy to follow
as she lay back on the mattress.
I crawled up beside her. This was crazy. And stupid. And I couldn’t stop grinning.
She smiled at me, then she wrapped her fingers around me again, stroking up and down, making me hiss this time. I wouldn’t last long if she kept this going. How many nights had I beaten off to the thought of her touching me like this, back when we’d been teens and I’d had no idea what to make of my desire for her alongside my lust for Jack Anderson, the captain of the football team?
I grabbed her hand and pinned her wrist to the bed. “Enough, corazon, or that baby will have to wait a while longer.” Grabbing the base of my cock, I moved over her, rubbing myself between her pussy lips, coating the tip in her juices. She gasped at the contact, spreading her legs and arching her hips, and then I was inside her, all that tight, wet heat making me groan. She fit me like we’d been made for each other, and I forced myself to go slow, to savor the feeling of her surrounding me. Then she crossed her legs behind my back and pressed down, forcing me back inside her with surprising power.
Apparently, all that yoga and Pilates hadn’t just toned those muscles. She was a lot stronger than she looked.
And then she flexed the muscles surrounding my cock, and I about saw stars. “Cristo, woman,” I panted.
She laughed and did it again, the sensation rippling from my shaft up my spine. “I like to keep in shape. All over.”
“I’ll show you in shape.” I snapped my hips forward, thrusting into her hard, and she groaned, her fingernails digging into my back.
“Oh yes,” she panted. “Harder.”
I let myself loose, plunging into her without mercy, making sure I was pressing against her mound, and she arched, rubbing herself against me, her little gasps in my ear the fuel I needed to keep thrusting harder, faster, the tingling in my balls telling me I was close, so close, and then she shuddered beneath me, crying out my name, and I erupted inside her, my whole body stiffening.
I hadn’t come that hard in years.
Collapsing on the bed, I pulled her onto my chest and kissed her softly.
“You’re the best thing to ever happen to me, Javi,” she whispered.
“Same here, corazon.” I wrapped my arms around her, enjoying how she snuggled into me like she’d always belonged there.
I’d held her a million times, but never like this.
Never like she was mine.
I’d finally manned up, finally claimed the woman I’d always wanted.
I was going to have everything I’d ever longed for.
Everything except Daniel.
A stone formed in my stomach. Daniel was probably going to hate me for this.
And it was probably going to destroy the company we’d spent the last decade building. The company that had been our dream way back since we’d organized that crazy spring break trip down to Cancun for us and our entire college dorm. The trip that had made us campus legends.
The trip that had cemented our future.
That stone in my gut grew larger, and I hugged Arianna closer.
The future I’d just blown to smithereens.
DANIEL
Angry bees festered in my veins as I exited Miami International Airport. Or at least that’s how it felt to me. I was riled up. Agitated. And horny as fuck. And who could blame me? I’d just spent two weeks in Tahiti with six insanely hot rock stars, two of whom were banging my new partner at Total Indulgence Tours. There’d been sex all around me, and I was going out of my mind with need.
I trudged through the parking lot and dumped my suitcase and laptop bag into the trunk of my silver Lexus. Inside, it was an inferno. I clawed at my tie, tearing it off and flicking open the buttons on my shirt while I waited for the air-conditioning to kick in. Beads of sweat snaked along my hairline, and I knew they weren’t only due to the outside heat.
No. I was burning up inside. I angled the jet of air so it hit my face and leaned against the leather seat.
Get a hold of yourself, King.
I didn’t want to give in to my need. I wouldn’t.
Men didn’t interest me. They never had and they never would. Except when I got like this. When the memories from the past snuck up on me, tried to pull me back into that darkness. The only way I could breathe was to control them. To prove to the demons in my mind that I was no one’s bitch. That I wasn’t a scared kid anymore. That whatever I did, I did on my own terms.
Divorcing Arianna had only made things worse.
Had only made the nightmares more frequent. The loneliness more debilitating. What choice had there been, though? Once she’d started pushing for a baby, my brain had started to short-circuit, and all the insecurities of the past came back with a vengeance. I loved her more than life itself, but to survive, I’d had to let her go.
She could never know why.
Tomorrow, I’d have to go to the office and face her again. Face them both again. Arianna and Javier, my best friend and business partner since college. The man who’d introduced me to my ex-wife. The man who’d been in love with her all along. They’d grown up in the same Cuban community. Their mothers were friends. I don’t know why he’d never gone after her. Sure, Javi was bi, though I doubted Arianna would have cared. The two of them were tight as ticks. But I was grateful that she’d picked me.
Javier didn’t know that I knew, but it was hard not to notice the way he looked at her. The way his eyes lit up when she walked into a room, and the way his gaze traveled her luscious curves and tanned skin.
I’d found it mesmerizing. Confusing. Fucking addictive.
And maybe I was a fucking masochist for continuing to work with both of them.
Today was her birthday, and for the first time in eleven years, I was missing her party. I could call her, but should I? I didn’t want her to get the wrong impression, because we were never getting back together. I wouldn’t hurt her that way. Not again.
She would be with her family tonight. With Javi. Happy.
He still looked at her like she was a goddess walking among mortals. And sometimes it pissed me off. Even though I couldn’t have her, I still loved her. Other times, it excited me. I’d picture them in bed, their sweat-slicked bodies sliding together, their faces contorted in pleasure. His hands on her full breasts, her hands on his long, hard cock.
And then the fucking festering bees would return.
Goddamnit.
I fished my cell out of my back pocket and made the call that was the only solution that ever worked, even though it only helped for a while.
“Hello,” a perky female voice said. “Diamond Escorts. How may I help you?”
“This is Daniel King. I’d like to book one of your escorts for a few hours this evening.”
“Of course. Both Brandon and Diego are available. Any preference?”
I hadn’t been with either man before, but… Javier’s dark eyes and plump lips filled my mind. Fuck. I should pick Brandon. I knew from his photo in the company’s online catalogue that he was the complete opposite of Javier, from his blond hair to his slim, small body. I also knew that he wouldn’t do it for me. I cleared my throat. “Diego, please.”
“Time?”
I checked my watch. It was eight. “Nine thirty at the usual place.”
For years, I’d maintained a small bachelor in Fort Lauderdale. It was a place neither Arianna nor Javier knew about. My real home, the one I’d purchased after the divorce, was in Coconut Grove, only a short drive from TI’s headquarters and minutes away from the home I’d had with Arianna. She still lived there, because I’d insisted she keep it. It would be perfect for her when she met the man who would sweep her off her feet and give her the family she deserved.
“Very well, sir. I’ll charge it to the card on file?”
“Yes.”
I ended the call and drove the short distance to Fort Lauderdale, stopping only to pick up some pizza and a Coke. My fingers tap-danced on the steering wheel as I turned into the parking garage. I quickly found a
n open spot, and, leaving my bags in the trunk, I headed up to my home away from home.
Since I always left some spare clothes here, I jumped in the shower and changed, then sat on my balcony to eat my dinner. I never drank when I was meeting with an escort. The scent of alcohol on my breath would make them think I wasn’t in control when nothing could be further from the truth.
At nine thirty on the dot, the buzzer sounded. I walked over to the keypad. “Yes?”
“It’s Diego.”
“Come on up.” I pressed the button to unlock the main entrance door.
A couple minutes later, there was a quiet knock on my door. I opened it, and the breath left my body. Jesus, fuck. The man could be Javier’s younger brother. He looked to be about twenty-five, five-ten, with a slender swimmer’s build. His dark eyes shone brightly. He smiled, and the bees hummed louder.
I stepped back. “Right on time. Come in.”
He walked into the living room and shrugged off his worn jean jacket, leaving him in a rib-hugging white tank top. His faded jeans sat low on his hips, held up by a black leather belt. There was a thick gold chain around his neck. My cock jumped at the sight of all that golden skin. I wanted to fall to my knees and kiss his stomach. Follow his treasure trail to what I’m sure was a generously proportioned cock if the bulge in his pants was anything to go by.
But that wasn’t how these encounters went. Not with me.
“Do you understand what’s going to happen here?” I asked him.
He nodded. “Velma informed me.”
Velma was the manager of Diamond Escorts. We’d ironed out the details long ago, and since they valued my business, they made sure to follow them to a T. “Let’s get started then.” I pressed Play on the playlist I’d created for these encounters. Liszt’s “Dante Symphony” began to play, dark and brooding and matching my mood exactly.
Diego’s smile dimmed a bit, but his fingers went to his tank top, tugging the hem out of his jeans and pulling it over his head. He placed it on the back of the couch as per my instructions. Next, he undid his belt, kicked off his shoes and socks, then slid his jeans off his hips, slowly to match the dramatic music. Each inch revealed more of him: his taut belly, his curved cock, his heavy balls.