CHAPTER 3

He didn't see him pay his bill, so he assumed he owned the bar.

"Nice car!" He couldn't help but make a comment when he spotted his Rolls Royce. He didn't respond, but he grinned and nodded.

Then he told his chauffeur to take them to a five-star hotel as soon as they were settled in. He had no idea how or when they arrived at the hotel, but what mattered to him were the man's passionate kisses. His skillful lips were making his knees weak, so it was a good thing his muscular arms supported him while he kissed him passionately.

He felt something inside him that he had never felt before. It was a strong emotion that wanted to break out. The man was looking at him with such blazing need in his eyes as he let him breathe, but after a few seconds, he captured his lips again, tempting him to reciprocate with the same passion he was giving him.

He let out a soft gasp when he felt his tongue inside his mouth, tasting every inch of it. He was so enthralled by the feeling that the man elicited in him that he found himself sucking on his tongue with enthusiasm.

His hands began to unbutton his polo on their own, and when he became frustrated because it was taking too long, he decided to tear off his polo.

"I like that." The man commented between kisses. 

He tried to take off his polo, but it was futile because his kisses made him insane with desire.

"Let me," the man whispered as he sensed his struggle, brushing the top of his left ear.

As soon as his shirt was off, the man pushed him onto the bed and flipped him on his stomach. He grabbed a handful of dark hair, turning his head towards him and slamming his lips so hard against him. He was able to taste blood.

The kiss wasn't as great, and that was saying a lot for someone with such low standards. He wasn't expecting sparks and fireworks, but this one was different. The man pushed his wet tongue down his throat with ferocity, like a muscular eel worming its way through the sand. It was sloppy, with a strong scent of alcohol.

When he felt his free hand caressing his erection, he let out a moan. He wasn't sure when or how the man took off his last garment, but he didn't have much time to ponder it when he gently caressed his erection. His body is on fire from the intense yearning that consumed him.

The man finally pulled away, pushing his face against a pillow. He raised his hip, and he felt something enter him.

"Does it hurt?" The man grunted in his raspy voice. He could hear him breathing heavily.

"No." He growled into the pillow, "I'm fine." That was the thing about having one-night stands with strangers. You never know what kind of person you will stumble into. It was either a hit or a miss, and he was clearly leaning toward the miss today.

Whatever. I'll probably never see this man again anyway. He thought.

They didn't even know each other's names.

"Are you okay?" The man asked him again. He probably hadn't heard his initial response because the fabric of the pillow against which he was leaning was muffled, so he gave him a thumbs up instead.

He groaned in despair onto the pillow, which the man took as a sign of encouragement.

"Oh yeah, you like that, don't you?"

He could hear him grunt, quicken his pace, and carry on with whatever he was doing.

"You have such smooth, pale skin. It looks delicious. I could just bite you."

"No!" Chase hissed abruptly. "No bite marks."

The man cocked a brow. "Why?"

"Just no bite marks."

"Okay. No bite marks." The man repeated. Then he pushed him onto its back and raised his knees, sticking himself back into Chase.

The man shoved his tip into Chase's hole.

Chase screamed as the man's throbbing length pushed all the way inside him. The man worked him open and even gently did it, but it still hurts Chase like hell. He begins slowly, rocking his hips back and forth to allow himself to adjust.

"Are you okay?" The man spoke to him again, making sure he was okay.

When Chase gives him the thumbs up, he starts pounding into him, gripping his hips.

While the man is pounding on Chase, he moans loudly. He didn't hesitate to let him know how damn good it was. The man put his hands up on the headboard to steady himself, and he let loose, his balls going deep inside of him and rutting deep and hard.

The bed sounded as if it'd give out at any moment, while Chase completely lost it. He was a screaming mess. He starts tugging at his member, lifting his ass up to make the man hit that certain spot. He didn't stop or slow down one bit as he rammed and pounded into him.

His body was bursting at the seams with pleasure and ecstasy, and tears welled up at the corners of his eyes as sweat rolled down the side of his brow.

Finally, the man raises his hips and presses against his bundle of nerves, repeatedly pumping himself against that particular spot that he is so familiar with. And then Chase screamed with a loud scream, throwing his face back and digging his nails into the bed sheet. His eyes squeezed shut. He went so hard that he ended up seeing stars for all the pleasure, and he was breathless.

The man went on for a few more minutes until his hips kept pumping as he came hot and deep into him. The man drew out of him with a pop, panting and sweating, and he rolled onto his back in an exhausted heap. Chase's legs are numb, and he is also panting, sweat running down the side of his face.

They both lay there, and all they could hear was their exhausted breathing. The man grabs his chin, and he turns his head towards his. "Congratulations on losing your virginity." He commented with a sly grin. Chase merely smiled at him and kissed him before falling into a deep sleep due to exhaustion.

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"Argh," Chase mumbled silently, clutching his throbbing head, and to make matters worse, he awoke to a beam of light shining in from outside.

His head is killing him, most likely as a result of a hangover from drinking too much. He wanted to sleep again, but the ray of light made his headache worse. He chose to close the shades, but when he opened his eyes, he was surprised to see an unfamiliar ceiling.

His room's ceiling was supposed to be beige, but the one he was gazing at appeared to be cream in color.

Suddenly, he realized that he wasn't the only one in bed.

When he looked over, he was taken aback to see a man lying next to him.

He saw a sleeping Greek god in his bed—or was it his bed?

Wait! Maybe his bed is because I am not in my freaking room! He screamed in his mind.

Fortunately, his sudden movement didn't alarm the gorgeous man, and as a result, he had the pleasure of marveling at his stunning looks. He seemed so serene in his slumber. Then he remembered his intimidating demeanor at the pub the night before.

His eyes widened as he noticed the man's lower body was only covered by a thin blanket that didn't hide his size, so he delivered his gaze in order to avoid being tempted to peer beyond the blanket.

He couldn't recall what had happened the night before or what had led him to this room with the magnificent specimen.

"Think, Chase, think," he whispered to himself.

His headache was getting worse as he tried to remember what had happened. Fragments of what had happened the day before began to resurface in his mind. Immediately after his boyfriend dumped him and he saw him kissing a woman, he went to a bar and drank, and to his surprise... He was shocked and horrified when he realized what had happened between the stranger in bed and him.

"Damn, I had sex with a complete stranger!" he exclaimed, dismissing the nagging voice in his head that seemed to say, "What a fool! In bed with a naked man, why do you think you're naked?"

He also realized he had lost his virginity at that point. After realizing the truth, he began hyperventilating, and it took him a few minutes to feel the pain in his ass. Fragments of their passionate sexual pleasure surfaced in his mind once more, causing him to feel feverish.

He carefully got out of bed, taking care not to wake the man, and when he did, he carefully removed the blanket that covered the man's adulthood, and it took all of his willpower not to look at the man's shaft as he covered his naked body with the blanket he took from the sleeping man.

Even so, it didn't stop his mind from racing as he recalled how the sleeping man made him feel, particularly how the man caused him to experience orgasm.

"Enough already. Chase! Enough already!" he chastised himself when he felt the same lust as last night.

He hurriedly searched for his clothes, which were strewn about the room. He had to move quickly because he was afraid of waking up the man and finding him. He eventually made his way out of the room after he was dressed and had one last look at the man.

When he finally shut the door, he checked his watch and saw that it was past nine o'clock in the morning.

"Damn, I am late for work," he grumbled. Not only did he realize that, but he was also supposed to go to the hospital.

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