Five – Sterling
This was a mistake. I felt it on a visceral level as I wheeled my Audi R-8 into the parking lot of a hotel situated about fifty miles from Colchester. The Runway Inn was a popular place for people making the drive from Colchester to Chicago. It was built back in the seventies, but had been refurbished just a few years ago. It was clean, had a small lounge and a bar. I’d stayed here a few times when I’d been called to the Windy City for business.
I sat in my car, headlights off, engine purring, trying to decide if I should bolt. No one would ever know I’d been here. My gaze darted to the clock as light snow drifted downward, the tiny flakes melting instantly when they hit my windshield. Turning around would probably be the best thing to do. Tomorrow, I had to be at the stadium by nine to go over game plans, then hit the field to work on installing any new formations that we’ll be using next Sunday. Thursday would be an even harder day with meetings, training, then a full practice with close attention paid to red zone drills. Today had been our mandatory day off, but I was far from relaxed. I was wound tight as a Swiss watch. This was a bad idea. I’d let my cock take control and now—
I blinked at the dark green car that pulled up beside me. Some sort of sensory knowledge moved over me as I stared at the nondescript car with an Uber window cling. Then, he exited the car. Garnet. Tall, smiling, a duffle bag in his hand, the snowy wind whipping at his red hair. All rational thought fled. He was here. For me. For sex. With shaking fingers I turned the key, quieting the Audi’s engine. Garnet glanced my way. The Uber pulled off and I got out, a gust yanking at the scarf I was trying to cover my lower face with.
“Nice car,” Garnet said, his words caught in a wintery wind. I nodded, unable to think of what to say in a situation like this. What did a man say to an escort? I was out of my element, awash in confusion. “Why don’t I go get the key to our room, then we can get out of this cold?”
“Yes, sorry, I’ll wait outside.”
Garnet nodded, then hustled inside. I slipped around the side of the building, my gaze on Garnet through the steamy windows as he registered and paid for the room. He hustled outside, eyes darting around until they found me. With a jerk of his head, we padded off, my hands in my coat pockets, shoulders up to my ears, face swaddled in gray cashmere with only my eyes exposed to the cold.
Our room was on the end, on the second floor. He hurried inside after scanning the key, talking about how winter had come early this year. I hovered just on the threshold, my gaze on him as he moved around the room, dropping his bag on the floor, then turning to stare at me with those sapphire eyes.
“Are you coming in?” The question was a fair one. Snow was blowing into the room and dotting the thick gold carpet. I nodded, stepped inside, and closed the door. Garnet smiled, and I knew my old life was forever changed now. Whatever Sterling Vesco had been five minutes ago, he wasn’t that anymore. Garnet was the most enchanting man I’d ever seen. And he was mine, at least for a few hours. “Cool. Lock the door and we’ll raid the fridge and have a talk about what we’re both expecting from this evening.”
I followed his orders to the T, locking the door then slowly peeling off my scarf. Garnet’s gaze warmed when he got a good look at my face.
“You’re really handsome,” he said, then yanked open the small refrigerator and removed some small bottles of wine and several packets of chips. Those he held aloft. “Are you cool with wine? And the cost? If you’d rather not hit up the goodies, we can skip that and just get into the preliminary stuff. I mean, you are paying for all this…”
Preliminary stuff. Like fucking? My cock throbbed. I was painfully hard. “Wine is good. I could use a glass, actually. I’ve never done this before.”
“I can tell,” he replied with a soft smile dancing on his lips. “We’ll go slow.” He moved with a practiced ease that I wished I possessed. Within minutes, we were seated at the small table beside the ac/heater unit, sipping wine from tiny bottles as he slid me a thick sheaf of paper. “This is my list of things that I am willing to do. We jokingly call it a ‘menu’, but it’s just an upfront sort of listing of my services. Read it over and if what you’re looking for isn’t listed, I’d be happy to refer you to one of the other Gems.”
I blinked in confusion. A menu? I glanced down at the selections listed as he hummed a song that was vaguely familiar and munched on bar-b-q chips. Rimming, oral, anal, toy play, role play (no puppy or kitty), bondage, spankings, mirror play, cuckolding (advance notice only). My brain stalled out like the old Studebaker truck my grandfather had owned.
“What do I do? Order one from column A and one from column B?”
Garnet snickered, his eyes alive and full of mischief. “Well, if you want, sure. What are you interested in?”
“Sex,” I blurted out before I could stop myself. He laughed, as I blushed furiously. “That was crass, I’m sorry. I’ve never really considered any of this kinky stuff. My upbringing was…rather conservative.”
He reached out to touch me, just a tender brush of his fingers on the back of my hand, but it lit me up like the Christmas trees that were going up all over Colchester. “Hey, for the record, I dig plain old fucking, too, but I get into the role playing. Do you have any fantasies that I could help you bring to life?”
“You don’t need costumes, you’re a fantasy come to life already.” More heat infused my face. “That was really stupid.”
“No, no, it was poetic. Thank you.” I watched as his pale cheeks grew rosy. God, he was beautiful. “Why don’t you think on the role playing aspect and when we meet up again, if you decide you want to try something out, I can make sure I bring along the proper costume.”
“I’m not sure there will be a next time,” I told him.
“That’s fair,” he replied, checking his watch, then brushing the salt and crumbs from his fingers onto his tight black jeans. “So, our date has officially ended.” He dug into his bag on the floor. I caught a flash of a silver badge as he rustled around. Role play. Yes, so did he bring along an old west sheriff’s costume? Or perhaps it was for some cop/bad guy play. Yeah, I was not into that. I’d been pulled over and hassled enough in real life. “If you can just pay for the hour now, that would be cool. Anything that takes place after this is off the clock and payable only in cash. Is that okay?”
“Oh, yes, fine.”
He handed me his phone after attaching a card scanner. I stared at it stupidly. “Generally, you’d pay Gems Escorts upfront for your allotted time, but since you skipped going through the proper channels this time…”
“I didn’t know there was a proper way to reserve a hooker.”
“Escort, and yes, there is. You call the main number that’s listed first and speak to a Mr. Khan, who will then pass along your request to me. I then verify or deny your request, and the appointment is set-up in advance with your credit card information all taken care of before we meet. At least it’ll be that way until the website is live.”
Website? Since when was being a prostitute something you advertised on the internet? Was gay sex really this widely accepted? My father would be aghast. The purging of the demons would already have started.
“I’ll remember to call the reservation desk first, from now on.”
He smiled at me as if he knew there would, in fact, be a next time, even though I’d said there might not be. The transaction was short and sweet. I suppose you could call wine and chips dinner. I cracked open another small bottle of red and downed it in one large gulp.
“Cool.” He bent down to slide his phone into his bag and extract a ribbon of condoms and a tube of lube. My cock pulsed with need. “We’re now officially off the clock.” He stood and pulled at the bottom of the thick rust-colored sweater he was wearing. It slid up over his belly, baring his muscled chest and abs to me. My cock wept, soaking my underwear. “Let’s get into bed and see about that sex you said you wanted.”
He flung the sweater at me. I caught it, lifted it to my nose and inhaled a gloriously intoxicating blend of dark spices and woodlands. My skin ignited. Closing my eyes, I drew his cologne deeper into my lungs, my lashes fluttering as his warm scent claimed me. When I opened my eyes, he was on the king-sized bed, splayed out among the pillows, his alabaster skin pinked from the heat blowing over us. His cock was stiff, thickly veined. He was neatly trimmed, his balls smooth. I groaned as I imagined sucking those sweet, hairless orbs into my mouth.
“God above,” I whispered. Garnet took himself in hand, stroking his cock as I salivated all over myself. All my previous thoughts of running back to Colchester evaporated as he palmed himself, his blue gaze hot, then patted the bed with his free hand.
“Grab the condoms and lube from the table. We’re going to need them,” he said, and I was helpless to do anything but obey.