Inside my car, I pull the piece of paper from Artie's office out of my front pocket. There's nothing more than a phone number, but the butterflies in my stomach tell me who it belongs to. I don't give myself a chance to talk myself out of it before my phone is in my hand and I'm tapping out the digits. When I hear the voice on the other end as it's answered, two things happen. One, my cock gets hard behind my jeans faster than it ever has before. The second, my bow starts burning across my chest again.
“Hello? Is anyone there?” comes from the other end of the line.
“It's Eros.”
“Eros,” he breathes into the phone.
“Uh, hey,” I somehow manage to get out.
“I don't know how you got my number, but I have to say I'm glad you have it. I've been thinking about you since you ran off last night.”
It takes a few seconds for me to catch what he said.
“What do you mean, how I got your number? It was in the envelope with the payment left at Rocks today.”
“Eros, your boss was paid in full yesterday before you and the girl came out to the house. He must have meant yesterday, not today.”
I slump in my seat, thinking. That's a possibility, but why would Artie say he got Aslyn's yesterday and then mine today?
“You didn't send your number inside an envelope addressed to me containing two thousand dollars?”
He laughs into the phone and I want to smack him.
“No offense, Eros, but two thousand? Seriously?”
I squeeze the phone so tight I almost break it. Pulling an Aphrodite, I lash out.
“What? My ass wasn't worth two grand, you bastard? You couldn't get inside it quick enough.”
“Meet me for a drink and we'll talk about it.”
His voice has gotten lower and the tingling in my chest has gotten more intense. I don't think I need to tell you what that voice does to my dick. I could easily pound nails.
“Where?” I ask in what I hope is a firm tone.
How dare he say I'm not worth two thousand bucks!
“Why not at the lake house? I can meet you there and we'll be all alone.”
I want to. Oh God, I want to, but I know better. I'm supposed to be making sure that he and Kathleen get married, not lusting after or having sex with the guy like I have the others. I can't fuck up this assignment. I'm not sure what else I could do. Get a real job?
Yeah, I laugh at that too. There is no other job for me.
“No. A public place.”
“Oh, come on, Eros. I'll be good.”
Did he just snicker into the phone?
“No,” I repeat. “Where's Kay?”
“Still in Vegas, I suppose. We don't exactly keep tabs on each other.”
“You know what? Never mind.”
I'm in the process of hanging up when he stops me.
“Why'd you call, Eros?”
I do hang up then. When it rings again, I turn it off and drive to the nearest gay bar. My dick is hard thanks to the “No offense, Eros, but two thousand? Seriously?” jerk I've just hung up on. Inside the bar, I start downing shots of whiskey faster than the bartender can pour them. I'm flying high, no thanks to my hidden wings, and thoughts are long gone of Mister-Your-Ass-Isn't-Worth-Two Grand”.
I'm leaning against the bar, scoping out the other patrons. The place is crowded, but not so crowded I can't keep an eye on a twink dancing in the center of the dance floor. Short, at around five-five or so, his light blond hair is cropped in the back and falls just over his eyes in the front. He's wearing skinny jeans and a tight purple shirt. Swaying to the music, he appears to be ignoring all the men surrounding and ogling him.
I know I'll have him soon.
I'm halfway to the dance floor when I'm grabbed from behind. In no mood to mess around unless it's with the twink, I try to jerk away from whoever has their arms wrapped tight around me. When I feel a tongue slide up and down my neck, I'm on the verge of elbowing whoever it is who thinks he can molest me without being asked. I'm a half second away from doing just that when my chest starts burning. In that moment, I know who has me in their grasp and I know the blond on the dance floor will be going home with someone else tonight.
“You fucker,” I groan as teeth start nibbling on my earlobe. I press my ass against Sy's front and start grinding it against his erection. “I told you I didn't want to see you.”
How I manage to get that out is beyond me as my dick is so hard I want to turn around and bend him over, regardless of how he offended me on the phone. Oh, and we can't forget that he's my do-or-die assignment and if I fuck him or get fucked by him again I'll have the wrath of Aphrodite raining down on my head. I attempt to move away again, but he pulls me tighter against his hard body. I forget everyone around us, and yes, Aphrodite and my assignment. All I care about is being with this man. I'm willing to face the consequences of my actions later.
“Let's move,” he whispers, his hot breath in my ear making me shiver.
I nod and he relaxes his grip and takes my hand. I'm expecting him to pull me out the door or to a dark corner, but no, he guides me to the dance floor and pulls me close against him. My hard cock is lined perfectly with his as we sway to music I barely hear. When he looks me in the eye as we dance I know I'm in trouble. Our faces move toward each other at the same time and the kiss we share is so heated, I'm surprised I don't combust right here on the dance floor. His hands are on my ass, pulling me tighter against his body. I want to crawl inside him. My arms go around his neck as the kiss deepens.
“Mmm...” he moans into my mouth. “Let's get out of here.”
You don't have to tell me twice.
I pull out of the kiss and take his hand and together we move through the smoky crowd to the front door. Outside, he shoves me against the brick of the building and dives in for another kiss.
“I want to fuck you, Eros,” he groans into my mouth, “right here, right now.”
“Yes...”
In the back of my mind, I'm hearing my mother's voice telling me to walk away, and by God, I try. But then Sy's tongue goes from my mouth to my ear and I know I'm not going anywhere. Not yet anyway.
I reluctantly back away from the kiss and grab his hand again to pull him away from the front door and a small crowd standing outside the bar. We walk a few feet until we're on the side of the building. It's dark and the smell isn't great, but I'm not concerned about either at the moment. The few seconds it takes to walk that small distance clears my head a little. Not enough to walk away from the man when I know I need to, but to regain a little bit of control.
It won't be going the way Sy thinks it will.
In one quick movement, I shove him hard against the brick wall, face first.
“What the-?” he grunts out as his hands come out to brace himself.
“Last night it was your way,” I say in his ear from behind. “Tonight it's mine.”
My hand goes around his waist and I unbutton and unzip his jeans. He tries to pull away until I shove my hand inside his underwear and take his dick in my hand. My thumb rubs across his slit, smearing his pre-cum around. I grind my erection against his ass while I tease his cock. With my other hand I move his hair out of the way and nibble along the back of his neck.
“I'm going to fuck you hard and I'm going to fuck you fast,” I groan into his neck, dying to get inside him.
I shove his pants and underwear down to below his knees and pull his ass out toward me. My bow burns my chest, but I force myself to ignore it. Again.
“And when I'm done,” I continue, “I'll be gone and you'll never see me again.”
I grab a condom and lube out of my front pocket before undoing my jeans and shoving them below my ass. I rush to open the lube packet and squeeze some on my fingers before pushing two inside his unprepared asshole.
“Ow, you fucker.”
I chuckle as I fuck him with my fingers, spreading them a little to stretch his tight hole. When he's as good as he's going to get, I pull them out and somehow manage to get the rubber opened and rolled over my dick with my shaky hands. I've never wanted to be inside anybody as bad as I want to be inside this man right now.
With one hand I hold him still as the other one guides my cock to his hole, easing just the head in slowly. He pushes back for more and I slowly push in an inch at a time until I'm fully seated and flush against his body. I want to thrust so bad I almost can't control it, but I don't want to hurt the guy, even if he is a cheating bastard.
“Move...” he moans out, his hair falling in front of his eyes.
I bite down on his ear and blow my hot breath in it, making him shudder.
“Move, damn it,” he grunts out again.
My body is pressed hard against his from behind and my dick is throbbing, but this is my show, not his. I'll fuck him so hard he'll be feeling it for days and then I'll walk away and never think about him again.
I ease my body back slowly and then shove back in with one hard thrust. I do this again and again until he's cursing me and telling me to speed up. I wrap my arm around his waist hard and jerk his ass back to take the hard thrusting of my cock. I know I hit his sweet spot when he howls out.
It's rough. It's dirty. It's over in a matter of minutes.
I roughly grab his cock and all it takes is one squeeze of the head before he's grunting out as he sprays his load all over the dirty brick of the building. I yank his ass back and grind against it one last time before I'm unloading inside the condom in his ass. I have to catch him to keep his face from hitting the building when he slumps.
Still inside him, I bite his neck again and whisper, “Fuck you, you cheating bastard.”
I ease out of his ass and dispose of the condom on the ground. I'm pulling my pants back up when he turns around, his softened cock still exposed. He looks well and truly fucked.
“What are you talking about? Cheating? Who am I cheating on? Man, I've known you for a day.”
“Not me, asshole.”
I'm about to tear him a new one but then I remember that he can't know that I know his story. Thinking fast, I remember the bachelor party.
“Bachelor party mean anything, jerk? You said Aslyn and I were hired for your bachelor party and you mentioned your future bride.”
He jerks his pants up over his hips but doesn't zip them. He looks uncomfortable.
As he should.
“That party was scheduled a couple of months ago and the guys and I decided to just go with it. Having you part of it was a bonus. Aslyn is a lovely girl, but not exactly my type, if you get my meaning.”
“What's that supposed to mean?”
“It means that-”
Something clicks in my little brain and I cut him off.
“How did you know I'd be at the bar tonight?”
He looks at me strangely.
“You sent me a text saying to meet you here.”
“No, I didn't.”
He zips his pants and grabs my arm and shoves me, back first, against the building. He gives me a hard kiss before pulling back.
“Yes, you did. I was shocked that you sent the text after you hung up on me right before.”
“I did not send you a damn text.”
He pulls his phone out of his pocket and after fiddling with it for a few seconds, he shows me the screen. There’s a text message from my phone number telling him that I changed my mind and for him to meet me here. I look up at him.
“I did not send that.”
“Well, it says you did, and who was I to say no to such a nice request? Granted, I asked you to meet me anyway so it worked out well I'm thinking.” He grabs his crotch.
“You accused me of being an overpriced hooker, dipshit, and then said I wasn't worth the amount you paid when I'm not a rent boy.” I shove him and point at his phone. “I don't know what that is, but I damn sure didn't send it.”
He grins.
“Liar. You couldn't get inside me fast enough.”
“You cock blocked me with the twink. I was horny.”
“Uh huh.”
I check my clothes again and move him out of my personal space. My chest is tingling in ways I could never explain and I know I have to get away from him to try to figure it out.
“I want to see you again.”
“Not an option. You're getting married and I don't do the other man thing.”
“I'm not-”
I put my hand over his mouth to cut him off.
“I'm not anybody's secret plaything.” I pull away. “Have a good life.”
I'm almost to my car in the parking lot when I hear him call out. I glance over my shoulder and he yells, “Sy. That's my name. You know, for when you're jacking off later.”
I flip him the bird and keep walking.