Derrick Choi hasn't had sex in months, and he's about to explode. While he’s happy that his brother Joey is finally getting the care he needs, the stress of the daily grind, recalcitrant customers, and life in general has taken its toll. At the end of a rough day, he decides to unwind at a club and is surprised when the lead guitarist of the band turns out to be the manager at one of his delivery stops.
Paul Fontana is a sexy older man who takes what he wants, with no apologies. He’s had his eye on Derrick for a while, and finally gets to know him up close and personal. Both men find out that they have a special chemistry and must decide whether to leave things as a two-night stand or pursue something serious. It could be, though, that they have all the time in the world.
I didn’t really know how to categorize what I was going through, but I wanted more, and I planned to enjoy every second of it that I could, no matter where that took me.
I got a cab to the club this time, knowing I’d riding with Paul to his place after the show, and we’d be going over to my home sometime tomorrow.
The joint was even more packed than it’d been last night. I didn’t have to pay to get in, since apparently Paul had told the guy at the door that I was his guest for the night. I hung out at the bar, ordering a Dos Equis as I observed the mating dance of the humans before me.
I got a lot of looks and come-hither offers from people nearby, but I just smiled and shook my head. I was already spoken for, and none of them could match the man I was taking to bed tonight.
Speak of the devil, the crowd parted, and Paul came toward me, bold and confident in his stride as he made his way to where I waited. He was resplendent in a silky, ice blue shirt that valiantly hugged his frame, unbuttoned to display the hairy chest I’d nuzzled against the night before. His leather pants were snug and sexy, and I wanted to ride the bulge shamelessly pushing against the material.
Hands grasped at him as he passed through the fawning mob, but he only had eyes for me. When he came to a stop before me, Paul leaned in and kissed me like I was his last drink of water on Earth. I heard sounds of disappointment around us, but I didn’t care.
I returned his kiss, my arms wrapping around his neck as I pushed into him, and he into me. When we came up for air, I clutched his biceps and breathed him in, trying to remain standing after that sensual onslaught.
“Hey, sexy,” he said, nuzzling my ear while his huge hand slid down to squeeze my butt. “Fuck, but you are a walking temptation, baby.” He bit my neck then hemmed me in on both sides with his hands on the bar, and me in the middle, just where I wanted to be.
“Thank you. So are you.” I ran my palms down his chest and latched onto his waist. “You know everybody here wants screw you, right?” I tilted my head to the side. “But you’re mine, aren’t you, Fontana?”
“Hell yeah, baby. You’re the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen.” Paul leaned in to kiss me again, a light peck this time, then he stepped back. “Thanks for coming tonight. I’ll see you later, yeah?” I nodded and watched him disappear into the crowd again.
I turned back to the bar, fanning myself as I tried to cool off. “Another beer?” The bartender asked with a knowing smile.
“Shit, yeah,” I agreed. I needed a drink to calm me down.
When he brought my beer, the guy asked, “How’d you do it?”
I paid with cash and added a tip, then replied, “Do what?”
“Get in Paul’s pants? He never dates, or at least, I haven’t seen him with anyone, regular-like. He’s real choosy. Hardly anybody ever gets as far as you have, to two dates.”
“You’d have to ask him, man,” I said, and went back to enjoying the show.