Regardless of whether it was a good idea or not, Quinn could feel his paranoia that this mystery man might have a gun begin to subside. Now all he saw was six foot plus of perfection. Shane’s skin was olive colored, not like tan from the southern part of the world, there was more of a European look to him. His short, almost buzz-cut hair looked like he was ready to join the service, or maybe had just gotten out from it.
His eyes were blue, a bright, vibrant, and electric blue. Even in the dim lights of the bar he could see how magnificent they looked. This bathroom-dwelling man who he should be guiding out the front door seemed to be flirting with him, albeit innocently, with his sweet complement.
“Well, thank you. I’ll take that as a complement.”
“You should. You’re a good-looking guy. No one should ever keep you waiting,” Shane added.
Quinn forced himself to look away for a moment. He’d only been alone with this man for a minute and he already felt an attraction toward him. Not that he should be surprised. It had been months since he’d been with a man and even longer since anyone paid him any mind.
Turning back to face him, Quinn replied, “Well, whoever was dumb enough to stand you up doesn’t deserve your time anyway.”
Shane shrugged. “You’re probably right. He was an ex-boyfriend who hit me up to talk. A part of me knew he wouldn’t show.”
“So why did you come?” Quinn asked, knowing full well it was none of his business, but he couldn’t help his curiosity from meowing like the little kitten that it was.
“I don’t know. To prove to myself that I was right I guess.”
“One of those types, huh?”
“Yeah. We were together a long time. Too long. Broke up a few months back. Correction, I dumped him. I guess I can’t help but want to see the best in people. I had hoped maybe he was turning his life around, but I’m sure he didn’t make it tonight for the same reason he usually blew me off. He’s probably off getting high somewhere. Smoking away the last few dollars he stole from the latest sucker.”
Quinn just stood there listening. He had a million things he could be doing, most importantly letting this complete stranger out the front door. He didn’t move though. He couldn’t. He found himself intensely interested in what Shane had to say.
“Wow.” Shane placed his hands on his hips. “I’m sorry. You didn’t ask for all that.”
“No, it’s okay.” Quinn motioned toward the room. “I’m in the bar business. I’m used to people talking.”
“I’ll bet. You’ve probably heard some doozies.”
“Once or twice.” He laughed. “But hey, I’m sorry that he stood you up. That’s shitty.”
“It’s not all bad. I mean…I got to meet you, right?” Shane smiled.
Quinn couldn’t have held his grin back if he wanted to. This man, this gorgeous-as-all-get-out man, definitely seemed to be flirting with him. He’d be lying if he didn’t admit that it gave him a boost of confidence and a tightness in his pants. The only problem was he had no idea what the hell to say to him.
“So, I guess I should be going then, huh? I mean, unless you want some help, and maybe a little company while cleaning up,” Shane asked.
He was surprised by the offer. The condition of the bar was not pretty. It would take him a good couple hours. Was the man crazy in addition to being sexy?
“Oh, you don’t have to do that,” Quinn replied.
“I know I don’t have to. I’m offering to.”
“The place is a mess.” Quinn pointed out the obvious.
“So? Unless you don’t want my help.”
“No, I’m not saying that. You’re very sweet to offer. I just…well, why would you want to?”
“Why not? You seem nice. I’m nice. Or so I’ve been told. Maybe we could get to know one another better while we work.”
Quinn considered his offer, trying with everything that he had to remain focused on his eyes and not check out his body. It would be insane to accept the man’s help. He didn’t know him from a hole in the wall. This type of situation was exactly the type of one that the cops told business owners to be wary of. No matter how sexy Shane looked, Quinn couldn’t ignore the possibility that he could be a criminal. Hell, he could be a murderer for all Quinn knew. Even knowing this, Quinn could find no rational explanation for what he was about to do.
“You’re not an axe murderer or anything, are you?”
Shane chuckled. “Only on Wednesdays. But lucky for you I left my axe at home tonight.”
Quinn laughed with him. He was funny, too. Good looking, funny, and sweet. Surely there had to be something wrong with him.
Show him the door, Quinn. This has bad idea written all over it.
“You sure? Last chance to escape. I can let you out right now. Just say the word.”
“Maybe I don’t want to.”
Oh hell. Who was he kidding? Quinn wasn’t about ready to let him leave any more than he was going to grow boobs and a vagina. Whoever this sexy stranger was who went by the name of Shane, Quinn was about to break his own rule of mingling with patrons and find out exactly who he was.
“All right then, might as well grab an apron behind the bar there. This could get dirty.”
Shane looked at him and grinned. There was a glint in his eye, one that seemed to be part warning and part promise. Quinn was in for a night he’d never forget. He didn’t know how he knew that, but he did.
Shane Leavitt was about to rock Quinn’s boring little world.
Shane smirked and quirked a brow up. “You afraid of me?”
“No. At least, I don’t think I am.”
“Or—” Shane took the same hand which was on Quinn’s neck and slowly slid it down his body until he found the denim-covered crotch. “Are you afraid of what I might do to you?”
Quinn arched his head back and looked up at the sky. Shane relished in feeling his dick already swelling underneath his touch. He was pleased to know that he’d been right about their attraction. Quinn might be more mild mannered than Shane, but he had no problem taking charge.
Shane slowly stroked up and down along Quinn’s cock, feeling it grow against his palm as it poked mercilessly against his zipper. “Lay down.”
Without hesitation, Quinn dropped his burrito and bottle of water on the ground beside him before leaning back against the blanket.
Shane got up and unbuttoned his own jeans, pulling each of his five buttons down until he was able to pull his cock free from the too-tight pants. He didn’t always wear underwear and he was thankful this had been one of his commando nights.
He turned and stood over Quinn, looking down at him and taking in the way his eyes seemed to glisten underneath the sparkle of the stars above them.
Dropping to his knees, Shane sat straddling Quinn’s thighs. “Let’s see what you have here.”
He didn’t go slow, making quick work of Quinn’s button and zipper. Shane then pulled the flaps to the side and reached into the opening of his boxers and pulled out his cock. It dripped with excitement. With his fingertip, he scooped up the moisture and reached up to Quinn.
“Lick it off. Taste yourself.”
Opening his mouth, Quinn sucked the pearlescent cream into his mouth and moaned. Shane felt a punch to his gut at how sweet this man looked. He looked so virginal lying there, just waiting to be told what to do. Nothing turned Shane on more than someone taking orders from him. Being in charge gave him a high and fulfilled him in ways that mere orgasms never could.
Moving himself up Quinn’s body, Shane worked his way to where he hovered above Quinn’s face.
“Stroke yourself,” he instructed Quinn.
“You heard me. Jack off. Just like you would if you were all alone, all hot and horny.”
Quinn swallowed an apparent lump in his throat and breathed deeply. His chest heaved and Shane wondered if he’d ever been told what to do like this before.
“Do you have any idea what I’m gonna do to you?”
Quinn hissed out a breath as his arms jerked from doing as he was told. Shane glanced back over his shoulder and watched while he worked his hands along his dick, up and down, fast then slow, then fast again.
“Yes.” Shane turned back and looked down at Quinn. “That’s it. You’re so naughty, aren’t you? You like touching yourself don’t you?”
Quinn didn’t answer, but nodded his head between ragged breaths. “Yeah. That’s it. Keep going.”
Shane lurched forward and hovered over Quinn’s mouth. He didn’t ask for an invitation. He didn’t stop to question whether it was all right. He just took what he wanted, driving his cock into the back of Quinn’s throat until he heard him gag from the sudden intrusion.
* * * *
Quinn gagged from the sudden intrusion of Shane’s cock. As shocked as he was from his aggressiveness, there was a part of him that liked it. He’d always been so tame and unassertive in his personal life. Adventurous and outgoing had never been synonymous with him. Having this stranger, this completely delicious stranger, take charge like this was quite a turn-on to say the least.
He fought against his watery eyes and reflex to pull away. Relaxing as best he could, Quinn opened his mouth wide and closed his lips firmly around Shane’s dick. The slippery, stretched skin felt so smooth despite the tiny veins which protruded along its length.
Quinn worked his tongue along the canvas of Shane’s thick cock. He sucked, licked, and played with it like it was a brand-new popsicle, so sweet and musky.
He kept his hands on his own dick, stroking slowly while most of his concentration was aimed at the succulent penis he was ravishing. Maybe it had been far too long since he’d enjoyed the pleasure of a dick in his mouth, or maybe it was Shane’s aggression, whatever the reason, Quinn was on fire. His heart raced and his pulse pounded. Any fatigue he’d had from being overworked and having very little sleep mattered little in that moment. He had a new burst of energy and was more than willing to see where this night, or the morning, would take him.
For several minutes Shane thrust himself deep into Quinn’s mouth, fucking his face while hitting his gag reflex over and over again. He’d never had much control over it and rarely was able to take a man as far back as his throat. He was loving it though. Every single inch of it.
“Your mouth…is so…hot,” Shane muttered between thrusts.