He tried to see himself through Alex’s eyes and still couldn’t believe that such a gorgeous and sexy man could possibly have an interest in the skinny hot mess he was—and, a virgin to boot. Quinn had only the Internet to give him any kind of guide as to how to please another man. Well, that and the fantastic lesson Alex himself had given him the previous night—blowjob one-o-one.
That experience might not be enough of a tutorial and there were other things for them to do, complicated ways for two men to find pleasure that alternately made him tingle with anticipation and want to vomit from nerves. What if he ended up being so bad at sex that Alex decided he wasn’t worth the effort? Their budding relationship—or whatever this thing between them was—would die on the vine.
He believed Alex when he said Quinn’s job wasn’t on the line, no matter what. But the need for employment was only part of his worry. Now that he’d had a taste of what it would be like to be involved with Alex, he wasn’t sure he could stand being around him as just an employee.
“You worry too much.” Mackie didn’t even look up from his phone as he spoke. “You’re adorbs.” He flicked that shock of hair hanging over one side of his face. “Not that you’re my type, natch. For an alpha guy like Alex, I’m betting you make his dick hard enough to poke a hole in his thousand-dollar Gucci pants.”
Quinn ran his hands nervously on the front of his thighs. “What makes you think I care?”
Mackie tossed his head again. “I’m sorry. Are we really playing that game?” He eyed him through the mirror. “Do you think there’s anyone at the club who doesn’t know you spent the night in Alex’s loft?”
“Really?”
“Ah, ya. It’s big news.” He went back to playing with his phone. “No one’s ever done that before, like ever. Alex is a really private kind of guy. If you think he fucks every boy he hires, think again. You are numero uno, sweetheart. Congrats, by the way.”
As stupid as it was, his heart did a little dance at the information. Part of him had wondered if bagging the new boy was Alex’s norm. It made him happy to learn that he was the first. If Mackie could be trusted to tell the truth, and from everything he’d seen of the boy so far, he was inclined to believe him. Why would he bother to lie, anyway?
He worried his lower lip. Alex was way out of his league on so many levels. “Does he really spend that much on clothing?”
“That’s your question?” Mackie gave a high-pitched chuckle. “Have you not tripped to the fact that the Stelalux family has major bank? I think it’s old money, too—not just from the club.” He flicked his gaze. “And they are really generous. Val pays for everything. Other than for Starbucks, maybe, I rarely spend my own money.”
“Doesn’t that bother you? Being, you know…kept.”
“Nope.” Mackie went back to fiddling with his phone.
Quinn stared at himself some more, trying to work up the nerve to buy the clothing and knowing he was fooling himself. He wanted to look good for Alex when they met later. Wearing his G-string was not going to cut it. And it didn’t matter if these clothes were just stripped off quickly. At least he’d be going in appearing like his own man and not a go-go boy being paid for sex.
A face loomed in the reflection. For a second, Quinn’s breath caught. He thought it was Alex peering into the street-side window, except no. It was a pale-faced man with long, black hair, but it wasn’t Alex. Quinn whipped his head around to get a better look. Nothing. Staring across the showroom, he saw only a few pedestrians walking along the sidewalk outside the store.
Mackie straightened. “What is it?”
Grimacing, Quinn shook his head. “Nothing. I just thought…nothing.” He took a deep breath and let it out again slowly. “I’m going to buy this shirt and these jeans.”
Mackie grinned. “Now you’re talking.” He yawned. “I need a nap before our shift starts. And,” he added with a smirk, “if I’m lucky, Val will plow my ass before I have to go on.”
Quinn shook his head again and headed back into the dressing room. He wondered if he’d ever be as open about sex as Mackie. Probably not, and he hoped that would be okay with Alex, because the more he thought about it, the more he couldn’t wait to get back into the man’s arms.
* * * *
It hadn’t taken long—only a few days, really—for Quinn’s body to adjust to his odd working hours. As he shimmied against his pole during the second half of his shift, he felt surprisingly comfortable. His routine was shaping up, enough so that he didn’t have to concentrate as hard. And he hadn’t fallen or skidded or made any other embarrassing missteps the whole night. It helped that the club was quieter this night, with fewer patrons milling about and everyone a little more subdued.
He smiled at the man who sauntered over and stuffed a twenty into the side of his thong. “Thanks.” Leaning down, he gave the man an air kiss. “My time on the stage is almost over. Want a lap dance?” It hadn’t taken long for him to become bolder, either.
The man opened his mouth but never got a chance to respond. A large figure covered in black hip-checked him out of the way. “I beg your pardon, Frank. Quinn’s dance card is filled for the rest of the night, I’m afraid.”
The member frowned at Alex before stalking off. Alex gave Quinn the kind of smile a cat might give a mouse. “I hope you don’t mind.”
Before Quinn could formulate a reply, Alex held up a hundred-dollar bill, licked it lengthwise and slapped it against Quinn’s left pec, where it stuck like wallpaper. The move was so wanton that it sent a shiver down his sweaty body.
Alex leaned in to speak directly into his ear. “I’ve been patient all night, but I’ve reached my limit.” His breath tickled Quinn’s skin, making him shiver again. “Come and dance for me, Quinn—only me.”
The man didn’t wait for a reply. Instead, he straightened and held out his hand. Quinn licked his lips and stared at the offering. He let go of the pole, peeled the bill off his chest and crushed it in one hand while he took Alex’s with his other. It felt as if all eyes were on them as he allowed Alex to lead him up the stairs to the more private space.
Only a few couples occupied the wide, velvet seats intended to make lap dances easy to give. One included Mackie, straddling the thighs of a member and gyrating in a lascivious way that was nevertheless emotionally detached. He winked at Quinn when he passed, before moaning and reassuring the client that he was so very sexy.
Alex led Quinn to the far end of the wall for maximum privacy. With a fluid grace that Quinn had become used to seeing, he settled into the seat and pulled Quinn in between the V of his thick thighs. Quinn had to brace one hand against the wall to avoid tumbling into him.
The man let go of Quinn’s hand and grabbed his waist to steady him. “I’ve been waiting all night to do this,” he confessed.
Up here, the music was a little more muted, making it easier to talk, if that was what someone wanted. Placing his hands on Alex’s shoulders, Quinn smiled at him.
“What do you want? Shall I stay here or straddle your lap?”
“I want whatever you’re willing to give me. So long as I get to touch you, I’m content.” Alex slid his hands down to cup Quinn’s naked ass.
The bills tucked into the thong rustled, reminding him that he was still holding Alex’s tip. It was mashed against the man’s black shirt. Opening his hand, he showed it. “You don’t have to pay me. I want to be here.” He dropped his gaze, because it was all too intense for him to keep eye contact.
Alex let go with one hand to pluck the bill from him. Then he slid it under the string of the thong to join the others before clasping Quinn’s ass cheek once more.
“That is for the lap-dance, not anything that might come after.” He nuzzled Quinn’s neck, pressing a kiss at its base. The man seemed to like that boring part of his body.
Quinn stuttered out a breath, surprised that boring or not, his neck was becoming an erogenous zone. “Lap dances are twenty bucks, not a hundred.”
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�Mmm.” The sound vibrated through his chest. “I guess I want five of them.” Alex kissed the spot he’d been brushing with his lips, then sucked gently at the skin.
Quinn’s mind went blank and his head dropped back. He gasped when Alex grabbed the back of his thighs and hoisted him up. Well, that settles the question of how I should position my body. Now he was right where he needed to be to start moving his hips against the man’s crotch. If only he had the energy to do so. He felt both aroused and languid.
The conflicted reaction was brought home in the next instant as Alex tugged him even closer. Quinn’s growing erection bumped against a bigger, harder bulge standing from Alex’s lap. The lips at his throat increased their pressure. Every nerve ending came alive and it seemed as if his blood rushed to both that spot and his dick in equal measure.
Alex dug his fingers into the fleshy underside of Quinn’s ass and mashed their groins together. He easily heard their moans above the music. Quinn clutched the fabric of Alex’s shirt and tried not to give in to the urge to hump in rhythm to the pounding beat of the song. The situation had morphed at a dizzying pace from a teasing lap dance to serious arousal. He leaned in to Alex, pressing his forehead against his shoulder.
“Please,” he pleaded softly, not sure if he could be heard, yet unable to draw in enough breath to raise his voice. “I don’t want to do this here.”
Alex relaxed his hold and raised his head. “I’m sorry. I forgot myself. Do you want to go upstairs?”
Yes. Oh God, yes! Except… “My shift—”
“Has just ended.”
That was all Alex said before he stood with Quinn still plastered to him. Quinn instinctively wrapped his legs around the man’s waist and held on like a monkey. The situation had shifted once more. Alex was taking him upstairs—to fuck him, he hoped. He was so consumed with the enormity of his situation that he didn’t even feel embarrassed to be carried away.
Eschewing the elevator, Alex trotted the two flights of stairs to his fifth-floor loft with Quinn in his arms. The guy wasn’t even breathing heavily by the time he let himself and Quinn in and shut out the world. He bypassed the couch, striding to the far end of the room and up a curving set of stairs.
Quinn barely had time to register that he was in the open loft bedroom before Alex placed him onto an enormous king-sized bed draped in a black sheet. He lay against a mound of equally black pillows as Alex followed him and knelt between his legs. Those violet eyes had darkened once more. They peered deep into Quinn’s own with such intensity that it felt like being mesmerized. He was unable to look away.
Alex’s nostrils quivered. “It’s important for you to remember that you are in control here. We’ll only go as far as you want.”
Quinn’s brain registered the words and they did bring him extra comfort, but he had no intention of crying uncle. He’d waited too long for this experience, and although part of him was terrified, the other part was grateful that this monumental event in his life was happening with this man. He trusted Alex. Even though they’d known each other for a short period of time, there was something profoundly comforting in being cared for by Alex. The man had almost an ancient quality about him that made Quinn feel safe.
Quinn widened his eyes, trying to convey his sincerity. “Please believe me when I say I want it all. I’m ready for it.”
Alex smiled. “I’m going to assume you know your own mind. Still, I also assume you’re a virgin, yes?” When Quinn nodded, Alex continued. “We’re going to take this very slowly. I expect you’re eager, but something so momentous mustn’t be rushed.”
Quinn gave a smile of encouragement. “I know you’ll do it right.” He turned, though, on a thought. “Only…”
“What? Ask me anything you want. Please.”
Quinn broke his gaze away for a second. “Those things that others do. You know, downstairs. Like Val and Mackie?”
“Yes, what about them?”
“Are you, um…into that stuff, too?”
“Oh, my dear boy”—leaning down, Alex brushed his lips against Quinn’s forehead—“don’t worry about that. Other than a little bondage now and again, I’m not into that scene in particular. I have no interest is paddling your pretty rump, or any other part of you, in order to be stimulated. The very sight of you arouses me more than enough.”
“Oh.” A little of Quinn’s tension drained away, except… “What about the other thing?”
“Other thing?” Alex seemed genuinely perplexed.
Quinn licked his lips, unsure of whether he should shut his mouth and just let Alex have his way with him. But he couldn’t quite let the issue go. “The, ah…blood thing. Like what Val does to Mackie. Are you into that, too?”
“Ah.” Alex sat back on his heels, sliding his hands along Quinn’s arms until he held onto only his wrists. He put his thumbs on top of each of Quinn’s pulse points. “As it happens, I am.” He stared at Quinn’s throat for a second before returning his gaze to his eyes. “Does that frighten you?”
Quinn swallowed hard. He couldn’t help it. “It does. A-a little,” he confessed. Because the idea of Alex sinking his teeth into his flesh to suck blood did scare him. Of course, it did.
That was assuming he would bite him instead of starting the blood flow in some other fashion. Regardless of the method, it was mostly a terrifying notion. A more primitive part of him quivered at the idea. His already hard cock twitched in response.
Alex didn’t react to the confession right away. Instead, he focused his gaze on one of Quinn’s wrists before moving his thumb to place a kiss against the pulse. Alex shuddered and straightened again.
“I would never hurt you, Quinn. Giving me permission to taste your blood has to be something you want, not something I demand. It is a gift that you bestow or not, at your discretion. It’s not necessary in order for me to find pleasure in your body. Kissing your lovely lips, licking every inch of your delicious skin, sucking your succulent cock and sinking into what I know will be your welcoming heat will make me the happiest and most grateful of men.”
A nervous giggle escaped Quinn. “You make me sound so appealing. I’m afraid I will disappoint you.”
“Never. Let me prove just how desirable you are, dear boy. May I?”
“Yes, please.” Quinn recognized the sudden pleading in his voice yet couldn’t regret it. He wanted to give himself to this man. Letting Alex take control was both a relief and exciting.
“Thank you,” Alex replied, as if Quinn had just granted him a great boon. “First, we need to divest you of this.”
The meaning of the man’s words became clear when he tugged the bills still jammed into Quinn’s thong and piled them on his night stand. Then off came the thong itself, but not by Alex sliding it down Quinn’s bent legs. No, this giant of a man with his incredibly long fingers just ripped the fabric at both sides and tossed it away. It was an impressive display of strength and desire that made Quinn’s breath catch.
His dick lay happily stiff against his groin. Already a pearly drop of pre-cum hung off the tip. He watched as Alex stared at it. There was no surprise when the man bent and ran his tongue up the shaft from root to tip. Quinn groaned and bucked his hips in invitation. Another blowjob would be just the thing to take the edge off. Alex, damn him, had other ideas. Grasping Quinn’s wrists again, he pushed them to frame Quinn’s head and held them there while he leaned in to claim his mouth once more.
Quinn moaned and opened to let Alex explore. He loved kissing with this man. It wasn’t the sloppy, clumsy effort he’d experienced with other boys on a few occasions. Alex was a master at employing the right amount of pressure, the perfect amount of spit and a hint of teeth to make things spicier. He leaned into Quinn as he deepened the kiss, pressing their bodies together. Quinn gasped into his mouth and wiggled in an effort to give friction to his dick. He only worried vaguely that he’d be getting cum on his boss’s very expensive slacks.
Too soon, Alex broke the kiss. Quinn gave a distressed
mew of disappointment that morphed into another moan as Alex gave him open-mouthed kisses all along his jaw and down his throat. The man stopped at the pulse point at the base, confirming his interest in Quinn’s blood. But he didn’t linger too long and he didn’t break the skin in any way. He was keeping his promise and that show of restraint caused Quinn to let go of any lingering doubt.
Those kisses turned into licks and nips. Alex peppered Quinn’s chest and pecs with attention before settling in to suck at his nipples. The pleasure of having those nubs sucked and laved came out in breathless moans and fast, little jerks of his body. It was a direct pipeline to his cock, as well. It pulsed and dribbled more pre-cum. His balls tightened against his body. He might come from the nipple play alone, except once again, Alex just teased. He didn’t linger.
Down the man went to draw on the taut skin of Quinn’s flat abdomen. There would be hickeys visible in the morning and likely the next time he danced. The idea that other men would see how Alex had marked him was thrilling. He understood now what Mackie had meant. It didn’t even matter if this was a one-time experience with this particular man. After this night, he’d be forever changed and no other man would be able to claim his body the same way.
With a small amount of incoherent pleading on Quinn’s part, Alex landed his mouth on Quinn’s dick. He licked around the flared head and slid his tongue inside the weeping slit. Quinn bucked in invitation but was disappointed. Alex did everything except take Quinn’s cock into his mouth. By the time Alex had finished teasing his dick with his tongue, Quinn had turned into a writhing mass. With his wrists still locked in Alex’s grip, there was almost no give in his movements.
Alex scraped his teeth up the shaft and pulled back. “Poor boy. Do you want me to suck your cock?”
Quinn gazed at him with heavy-lidded eyes. “Yes, please.”
Alex’s eyes gleamed back at him. “Very well.” The next moment, however, he released Quinn entirely. When he started to protest, Alex shushed him. “None of that, now. Be a good boy and lie still. Otherwise, I won’t take this any further.”
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