One Hell of A Night

Henry's POV

All through my life as a gay guy, I've never been so flustered by a guy before. Okay, twice, the first time was by my straight high school crush, and the second time was by Tony when we first met.

But this time, it was different.

My cheeks went crimson from embarrassment, and I quickly looked away to prevent him from seeing the effect he had on me, but it was futile. He'd already seen my blushed face.

“Do you want me to repeat it for you?” He asked in a firm, hard voice.

And then I looked at him again to ascertain whether or not he had a type of emotion on his face… but his expression was completely blank, devoid of any emotion, and his eyes were hard and menacing.

“My apologies.” He apologized, retracting. But there was no substance in the apology. It almost felt as though he was forced to apologize. “From the way you were looking at me, I assumed you wanted to fuck me.”

I remained speechless.

How did he know that? Was I too obvious?

Tony brought over his drink and then placed it on the counter.

Without saying a word, he grabbed the glass and poured its contents into his mouth. Then he reached for his back pocket, brought out his wallet, pulled out a two-dollar bill, then placed it on the counter.

“Keep the change.” He said curtly, and then he stood up and walked out of the bar.

“Damn! That's one hell of a dude!” Tony gaped after him in admiration. “I'll give anything to bury my face in those pecs!”

A part of me wanted to chase after him and accept his offer, while another part of me wanted to stay and drink. Besides, that was my initial plan… come here, drink away my guilt and sorrow.

Wanna know which part that won? I think you already know.

I swallowed hard and got to my feet, then ran after him.

“Hey! Where are you going?” Tony yelled after me, but I didn't hear him… well, not literally, though.

I looked to the left and looked to the right. And then I saw him, he was walking down the street with his hands in his pockets.

Damn! Even the way he walked is so sexy!

I ran after him. I didn't bother shouting because, one, I didn't know his name, and two, he was walking so slowly that I could catch up.

I finally caught up to him and tapped his broad shoulder. “Hey.”

He paused, turned, and stared at me. But he didn't look surprised, it was as though he knew I would come after him.

“That offer of yours,” I said, hyperventilating a little from the small run, “I'd like to take you up on it.”

And then he smiled, revealing a small sparkling set of dentures.

Damn! Even his smile was sexy!

Who is this guy? God really outdid Himself with this one! How can a man be so perfect… so flawless?! That's so unfair!

“I knew you wanted to fuck me.” He confirmed my suspicion. “I mean,” he raised his shoulders in a smug shrug, “...who wouldn't? I mean, even now, I can see the desire in your eyes as we speak.”

My face flushed in embarrassment. How on earth could he see through me?! I'm not an open book!

“No need to be embarrassed Pretty Boy.” He chuckled a little, “Everyone is an open book to me. Come on, let's go.”

And then I blindly followed him.

We walked in awkward silence for some time until we reached Lopez Hotel. Lopez Hotel was one of the most expensive hotels in the district.

“Don't tell me we're going in there?” I asked skeptically.

“Course we are.” He confirmed simply. “Come on.”

Was he rich or something? Only a night here could pay my monthly bills!

But the way he walked in gave me confidence. Maybe this guy was loaded!

As he checked in with the receptionist, I waited by the elevator. A few minutes later, he came towards me.

We got in the elevator and rode up to our given floor. And these few minutes alone with him were literal hell.

I felt hot and my shirt began to soak in sweat.

I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye… this guy was so relaxed! Unbothered! And unreadable!

My heart rate increased the moment the elevator dinged open. He stepped out and I followed suit.

All through my life of hooking up, I have never felt so nervous! I mean… look at this guy! He's… spectacular!

We reached our room, and then he opened the door with the key card. He opened the door, stepped aside, and then gestured for me to enter.

I slowly stepped into the room and he came in behind me, shutting the door behind him.

I didn't even have the time to gape around the lush room and admire its view; the next thing I knew, I was pinned against the door, his mouth clashing against mine in a passionate kiss, the taste of the alcohol, savoring. Our teeth clashed, tongues tangled, and the heat between us burned like fire licking at dry wood, his hands gripping my waist, pulling me flush against him.

Heat flared between us, his touch searing through the thin fabric of my shirt. I felt the way his fingers dug in, his need barely restrained, and it sent a shiver racing down my spine.

I tilted my head, giving him more access as his lips traced a slow, maddening path down my jaw, my neck. The scrape of his stubble sent jolts of electricity straight to my core, and I gripped his shoulders, anchoring myself against the onslaught of sensation.

His hands slid beneath my shirt, his touch deliberate, reverent. Every inch he claimed made me burn hotter, made my breath come faster. My fingers tangled in his hair, tugging just enough to hear that low, guttural sound that sent another wave of heat crashing through me.

How does this man have such a tremendous effect on me?

I became breathless and slowly pushed him away. “Wait?”

“What?” He stared at me in confusion and the lust in his eyes was like that of a hungry tiger ready to devour its prey mercilessly… nothing like I've ever seen!

“I just need some time,” I said, hyperventilating.

He was even considerate enough to let me catch some of my breath.

“Can I continue?” He asked, his voice barely above a whisper, rough with restraint.

I nodded, giving him the go-ahead order.

And then took my lips in his once more, but this time gentler, more tender. Then he trailed from my lips to my neck and then to my earlobes, making me let out a sharp moan.

He tore open my shirt and then began to lick every part of me. He reached for my nipples and then played with them as he wanted, his tongue doing wonders.

I felt as though I was in heaven. I've never felt like this in months! Years maybe?

My hand glided down to his pants, unzipping them with deliberate ease. I wrapped my fingers around his already hardened length, drawing a slow, pleasure-filled moan from him.

I crouched down on my knees and began to suck. He let out a slow moan, pulling at my hair and urging me to ride on.

I've never bottomed before but I wanted this man to handle me. I wanted to feel him inside of me. Even though I might never see him again, I wanted him to treat me the way I treated others.

I got to my feet, kicked off my shoes, and threw out my pants.

“Fuck me!” I whispered in his ears.

That was all it took.

Minutes later, he was railing me like never before. I wondered why I never bottomed… it felt so good.

The room was filled with the sounds of us—gasps, moans, ragged breaths, whispered curses, and the rustle of sheets as we lost ourselves in the passionate moment of insatiable lust, in each other.

Round after round, after round!

This was one hell of a night!

The best night of my life in fact.