Chapter 2

To say I was surprised when Chris and I pulled up at a cheap-looking motel not too far from the strip club was an understatement — I was taken aback. With how nicely he was dressed, and how smooth his language was, I’d have never imagined he’d be able to lodge in a motel as cheap looking as this.

He already has a room in the motel so we didn’t have to spend extra time booking a room and instead headed straight to his room. I tried not to judge the way the walls of the motel were so boring looking and instead focused on not bumping into Chris as we walked forward.

 I refused to thoroughly check him out since that would be so gay of me, and also because that wasn’t what I was here for— so it wasn’t hard for me to not allow my eyes wander downwards to check his ass out in those leather pants of his when that curious part of my mind badly wanted me to.

It wasn’t.

He unlocked his door and got in before dragging me in by my shirt when I hesitated at the doorway.

“Not having second thoughts now, are you?” He questioned with a slow grin while quickly sweeping his eyes around the whole room before finally focusing his gaze on mine, our eyes locking for the hundredth time tonight.

“Shut the hell up, Chris,” I replied and refused to back down even though it frightened me when he knowingly closed the distance between us, licking his lips slowly as he openly checked me out, his eyes lingering on my lips before returning to my eyes.

He was as tall as I am, or an inch shorter, so when he slowly plastered his body against mine with our eyes still locked, I felt his whole muscles press into mine through our thin clothes, making an unexpected breath whoosh out of my mouth before I could stop it.

“Nervous?” He asked around a sarcastic gasp as he trailed a finger faintly over my bare bicep, the touch searing into my skin dangerously.

“I’m not,” I responded and he snorted before pressing into my body even more, caging me against the wall with a body that was as big and wild as mine.

“Just relax, I’m not going to eat you.” He breathed out with a small laugh as he closed the distance between our faces, our noses almost brushing against each other.

“You can’t do shit to me so shut the hell up.” I snapped before grabbing his biceps and spinning us around until he was in the position I was a second ago.

“Getting bolder now, eh?” He crooned and I wanted to wipe that confident look away from his face so bad— that look he had had on him throughout our time in the strip club, making him look collected and strong and ...hot.

Yeah.

Fuck it, he looked hot.

“Why do you love talking so much?” I demanded with a scowl.

He lifted his hands and wrapped them around my neck before I could blink, pulling me extremely tight against him so that I could feel how hard his thighs felt against mine. I should be put off that the tights pressing against mine were not in any way feminine and were just as masculine as mine.

But I wasn’t.

“Because I want you to clearly remember that you’re about to get nasty with a man.” He answered as he grazed his lips lightly against my jaw, a feathery motion that made me shiver slightly in response.

I opened my mouth to say something in reply but he jerked my mouth against his fast, stopping whatever I was about to say with a kiss.

I blinked once as he deepened the kiss almost immediately, his hold tightening on my neck as he kissed me, his mouth moving over mine deeply. It felt like I was about to go up in flames, my heart was thumping so fast, I was sure he could feel it against his chest since we were practically tightly pressed against each other.

I was kissing a man.

Fuck.

He broke the kiss slowly and blinked his eyes open, lust brewing hungrily in the depths, and for the first time tonight, I allowed my eyes to roam over his face. His lips were parted and plump looking— which called out to me so bad if I was being honest with myself.

I raised my hands— which I didn’t know what to do with them a moment ago and grasped his face in my palms, his sharp jaw feeling foreign in my grip. He blinked once and once again, my eyes got drawn to his forehead, and this time, I noticed how long his eyelashes were and how they frame his dark eyes perfectly.

I ghosted my lips against his as so many thoughts ran through my head at once. I moved my lips against his after a few seconds, his lower lips sliding in between my lips almost too smoothly and I felt how soft and silky his lips felt between mine— a sharp contrast to what I’ve always imagined a man’s lips might feel like against mine.

This is so wrong, shouldn’t you be ashamed of yourself?

A voice whispered in my head and I hesitated, wondering what in the world it was that I was currently doing— holding a man’s face between my hands and kissing him like it was suddenly a normal thing for me to do.

I slowly started to pull away but Chris pulled me tighter against him before I could break out from the kiss, sucking my lower lip into his mouth and rendering me powerless with a swipe of his tongue against my lower lip. He sucked hard on my bottom lip for a few more seconds before slowly slipping his tongue into my mouth.

I felt all the fight leave my body at that particular moment, a slow breath whooshing out of my lungs through my nose. With a quiet ‘fuck it’ echoing around in my head, I moved my hand from his jaw and tangled my fingers into his hair. I watched as he blinked his eyes open in surprise— right before it fluttered when I suddenly pulled on his hair the moment the thought popped into my head. 

Holding his head in place, with my heart feeling like it was about to burst out of my chest, I finally kissed him thoroughly. The fact that I was kissing a man was at the back of my mind throughout as I moved my lips against his hungrily, lust boiling and brewing through my veins.

I didn’t hesitate this time as I slipped my tongue into his hot mouth, groaning lowly in my throat when he wrapped his lips around it immediately and sucked on it slowly, sending pleasure ten times of what I was used to feeling through a kiss with a girl ghosting over my whole body.

I pulled away from the kiss after some time and panted hard, our eyes staring into each other’s as we both dragged in deep breaths into our lungs.

“For a straight dude, you sure do know how to kiss.” He drawled out once he stopped panting and just like that, a scowl appeared on my face almost immediately.

“Y’know, you’re so much hotter with your mouth closed,” I informed him, which was the truth. The few hours I’ve spent with him told me quite loudly about how he was someone that says whatever popped into their head before bothering to think it over.

“So you do find me hot?” He inquired with a grin, which wasn’t what I expected him to say.

Ignoring the fact that this annoying grin of his made him appear kind of hot— especially with his lips looking all swollen and shiny from the kiss.

 “Of course not.” I denied it immediately when in reality, it was the complete opposite.

There was no use fighting it in my head though. I do find him hot. 

He grasped my shoulders in his hands and hurled us around until my back was pressed firmly against the wall.

“You do find me hot, admit it.” He continued as if he hadn’t just moved me around like I weighed nothing.

I turned us around again until his back was against the wall and my body against his, pressing him into the wall like it was some moments ago. Chris only grinned at me, his hands still wrapped loosely around my shoulders.

“I’m not admitting shit, and your gay ass isn’t the one in charge here,” I informed him, pressing my chest more firmly against his to check if I’d miss the feel of soft feminine breasts pressing into my chest, and as I feared, I liked the feeling of these muscle filled ones pressing into mine— more than I was ready to admit to myself yet.

“Oh yeah? And your supposed straight ass is the one in charge?” He demanded, the grin still playing around his lips— a pair of lips which I had kissed, and enjoyed kissing more than I thought I would.

“Stop calling me ‘straight’.” I breathed out when he started pressing one of his hard thighs against my hard-on, driving me crazy with how slowly he was moving his thigh against my hard dick.

Yeah, it was hard. For him. For this.

“I should call you ‘gay’ then?” He rephrased and I puffed out a harsh breath, the feeling of his thigh rubbing against my cock through my pants was way more intense than I expected it to result in, in only a few seconds.

“Don’t call me anything,” I answered and quickly clutched his shirt when he turned us around and pressed me flat against the wall— again, his thigh still pressed against my pulsing cock.

“I’ll call you whatever the hell I want.” He informed me with a grin and was about to say something else but I wrapped my right hand around his neck and pulled him into a kiss. He choose that moment to firmly grind his thigh against my cock and I moaned quietly into the kiss before slowly pulling out of it and quietly murmuring against his lips, “Is this a gay thing? Why don’t you ever shut the fuck up?”

He didn’t say a thing in reply and instead dropped to his knees, his hands working my belt open faster than I ever thought possible.

“What are you doing?” I asked, my mouth suddenly feeling extremely dry.

“About to suck your straight ass off.” He replied as he finally got the belt open and worked the fly open as well.

“Oh.” I echoed as I felt my heart start to race once again. The thought of another man about to take my dick out and suck it was making me feel different kinds of emotions all at once. Looking at him between my legs, his sexy eyebrows shaped perfectly over dark eyes which were framed with the most perfect type of natural eyelashes I’ve ever seen on a man before— was kind of driving me insane, making me unable to form any coherent thought. 

Staring down at him, with his wild shoulders and muscles filled arms pressing against my pants-clad thighs as he thrust his hand into my pants and boxer briefs to tug my dick out— made a sharp breath whoosh out of my mouth and he glanced up immediately, a grin playing across his lips as he glided his hot palm over my hot length.

He twisted his grip on the wet head, resulting in my leaking tip grinding into his palm over and over again, making a breathless moan slip out of my mouth as my head dropped back on the wall which I was leaning against.

“You like that?” He crooned, voice deep and thick as he stroked his thumb over the slippery tip and at the same time, dug his thumb in the slit, drawing another throaty moan out of me as my chest heaved heavily. My eyes squeezed shut as white-hot pleasure kept washing over me over and over again.

I felt his tongue dig into my dripping slit and I peeled my eyes open immediately and glanced down at him with a breathless gasp. My whole body went up in flames as I watched his long tongue work over my tip over and over again, resulting in pleasure so intense, it took everything in me to still keep my eyes open as my knees wobbled and a few lewd sounds slipped out of throat— as the whitened pleasure washed over me in waved, following each dig of his tongue into my slit.

My head fell back against the wall once again and my eyes squeezed shut as I tried my best not to reveal how desperate for his mouth I was by grabbing onto his soft-looking hair like I really wanted to when he started to take my full length into his mouth.

“I- fuck…” I started to say something before trailing off breathlessly when he sucked hard on my hard length as I felt myself slide deeper into his throat, his mouth feels like a perfect kind of tight heat that was firmly wrapped around my pulsing cock.

A loud beep suddenly rang out in the motel and I jolted on reflex, the sound sharply piercing through the haze of pleasure clouding my mind. I felt Chris’s wet mouth come off my dick, leaving me feeling empty and unsure of what was happening... Perhaps I didn’t do something right?

As the loss of his mouth and hand on my cock started to register in my brain, I dragged in a deep breath and pushed it out of my tightening lungs slowly before finally peeling my eyes open.

I blinked confusingly when I didn’t find him between my legs and instead saw him kneeling beside his bed and glancing beneath it.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I demanded gruffly as I scrubbed my hand over my face. My cock was pulsing badly and I wanted to cum so bad, then maybe after that, this feeling of me craving for a man would finally cease.

“Shit! Fucking snitches, fuck!” 

I pulled my hand off my face at the sound of his voice which sounded loud and angry in this small motel room.

He slowly stood up from his position beside the bed and I blinked confusingly at him as I took in what he held in his hand— a small brown box.

“What the hell is that?” I questioned confusingly, unsure as to why he was some feet away from me and holding out a stupid box when he was supposed to be between my legs, sucking me off and helping me figure out this whole shit about my sexuality.

He ignored me and slowly set the box on the bed— which I just noticed had some gold intricate designs entwining into each other on the four top edges of the brown box. 

He slowly unbuckled the box with a simple click and I strained my head a little as I tried to lay my eyes unto what was inside the box. I didn’t have to strain my neck any longer because Chris abruptly got to his feet with a long string of curses falling out of his mouth, before slowly turning around and holding a smaller rectangular-shaped object-like box in between his hands.

“What the fuck is that?” I whispered, my heartbeat starting to pound for unknown reasons.

Something felt off.