Asche

The man stared at me as if I grew ten heads.

His eyes shot open and then he narrowed his eyes at me in curiosity. He didn't seem insulted in the least.

However, what made me blush in embarrassment is the fact that I had an outburst in front of Stephon. Now he'll want to know I knew his so-called acquaintance.

Yeah, right. Acquaintance my ass. I know a fuck buddy when I see one. I know they're fucking, that's probably how we got the passes to board this yacht. To think this guy wanted to get in my ass makes me angry to the point that I wanted to punch his face in.

I just can't forget the way he tried to humiliate me all to stroke his huge ass ego. What a douchebag.

"So you have a thing for college boys I see," I said with contempt, eyeing him up and down.

Stephon gasped and the man's facial expression deepened in bemusement as he stared at me. "I'm sorry?"

Stephon interjected with a glare directed at me as he said, "Please excuse Asche, he had a long week of stress and he's had lack of sleep so he may behave strangely."

The truthfully spoken remark made me angrier because it was the embarrassing truth. But sleep isn't the reason why I'm behaving this way. It's this man and his audacious behavior that's causing me to malfunction.

"I am perfectly fine, Stephon and I had sufficient sleep today, thank you." I replied with a blush through gritted teeth, feeling tremendously embarrassed.

The man was about to say something when another person interrupted, "Falcon, why aren't you with Felicia and the other guests. We are all waiting for you."

The hairs on the back of my neck stood up and my heart dropped a thousand feet into my ass. Our backs were turned to him and I recognized that voice very clearly without seeing that person.

It's him.

We all swiveled to face him and when I did, my mouth dropped and my heart skipped a beat. Shit! It's really him!

He's like several fucking inches away from us, from me.

Obviously, he was astonished as well because he stopped in his tracks and stared at me with those captivating, yet creepy crimson eyes.

Yes, I said it. They're captivating, although it pains me to admit it. He stood clad in a perfectly tailored suit that molded well with his body. Under the finely-pressed suit, I imagined a body contoured with muscles, all toned and ready to flex as he pounded in my ass.

Wait, what the fuck!?

I mentally and physically shook my head to rid away my salacious thoughts. Why am I thinking about such perverted things right now?

This is Mr. Dick Almighty, all rude and conceited. Not attractive at all.

Yet, my cock jerked to life as I stared as if in a trance at his salivating-worthy masculine features. Fiery red hair, crimson eyes, and such lush lips that are so appealing to the eyes, that it makes me wanna cry in jealousy.

His face, oh his face...

It was perfectly proportioned as if he was a sculpture, so unreal, so...magnificent.

I didn't realize I was staring hard and long until Stephon nudged me in my side with his elbow. I literally jumped and whipped my head to face him.

"You were staring at him for too long." He whispered from the corner of his mouth.

Once again I blushed and wished at that moment that I was a fish to dive into the sea and swim away, back to land from the embarrassment.

His footsteps ensued and I kept my eyes averted to the floor when he stopped in front of us.

"Are these friends of yours, Falcon?" His voice was silky-smooth as he spoke.

I felt his eyes were on me but I refused to connect my gaze with his. I wanted to get off of this boat but we were miles away from land by now.

"Well...yeah...I suppose..." Falcon replied with a glance towards us.

"Interesting. Would you care to join us in the dining area? They're serving roast lamb." His voice was compelling.

It was Stephon who spoke up. "That sounds lovely but before we do, I'd like to use the restroom, please. Can you direct me to it?"

"No problem. It's--"

"Do not trouble yourself, brother." Falcon quickly said. "I'll gladly show him where it's located. You can show little Asche to the dining area."

Brother? Little Asche!?

What am I missing here? There's no wonder I mistook him for Mr. Dick Almighty, they're brothers!

I mentally facepalmed myself at my stupidity and obliviousness.

Before I could've recovered from my mistake and think fast, Falcon had already whisked Stephon away who gave me an apologetic backward glance.

I returned it with a horrified look before I slowly turned and faced him.

His hands were in his pants pockets as he stared at me looking all aristocratic and shit. A small smile tugged on his lips as his eyes feasted on me.

My mouth thinned and I rolled my eyes. "I'm not going in there with you."

"Then you wouldn't mind a detour." He replied, taking quick steps towards me and snatching my arm, taking me in the opposite direction.

I had no time to respond before he gripped my arm. His movements were swift; obviously catching me off guard.

I struggled to pull my arm from his grasp, throwing curse words at him as he tugged me along through a door that led into a room.

He threw me inside and shut the door, locking it.

I stumbled in and caught myself from falling.

"What the fuck! You asshole! Let me out of here!" I screamed, storming towards him to punch the fuck out of him.

He stood still as I reared my hand back to strike him but he agilely blocked my fist and twisted my arm. I yelped in pain, falling to my knees.

His eyes were intense as he stared down at me. "You're not going anywhere until I get what I want and you know exactly what that is."

"Fuck you!" I spat.

"And fuck you I shall." A slow sultry smile peeled from his sinful lips.

Drakos

"You can't hold me here against my will!" He exclaimed as he held me with anger-stricken eyes.

"Just in case you are unaware, this is my yacht, and we're in the middle of the ocean, so I can do whatever I want with you until were docked," I explained, releasing him.

He fell to the ground, comforting his wrist where I held him. Although I laid down his outcome before him, his glare did not waiver from my face. His eyes held a fire within them that lured both me and my dragon half in, so deep. Maybe that is why I crave him so badly.

I kneeled down on my hunches to level my eyes with his. His stunning eyes reeled me into their honeyed depths that held all of his emotions. I avidly stared at his pouting lips before I returned my eyes to his.

"Asche...stop it with these foolish games. You know damn well that you'll accept my money in a heartbeat just to spend one night in my arms. I know all about you and it would look poorly on your character if you tried to lie your way out of this proposition." I said.

He gasped and his eyes widened. "You're kidding me. How do you know my name? Were you...stalking me?"

A slow smile formed on my lips and I ran my hand through my hair, keeping my eyes connected with his. "I did more than that. I studied you, your habits, your frequently visited places, your background, your likes, dislikes, and many more. That little beauty mark on your inner thigh, I'd love to get a close up of it, with my lips, that is."

"You sick fuck!" He said disgustingly. "How dare you invade my privacy! You had no right to do that! You know what, fuck this! I'm outta here, you're sick in the head." He got up on his feet and made his way to walk past me but I grabbed him by the arm and spun him into my arms.

His face met with my chest and I wrapped my arms around him. He squirmed and struggled to get free, groaning frustratingly as he couldn't break my hold.

"Why are you doing this?" He asked, disheartened.

"Because I can." I grinned, releasing him once more.

He stumbled back at the force of his shoving and glowered at me. "You are despicable!"

"Mr. Allen cannot satisfy you like I can." I declared, as he turned and went for the door.

He paused after placing his hand on the doorknob. "And what makes you say that?"

"I can give you pleasure beyond your wildest dreams. I'm not your average man, Asche; I know exactly where to get you. I'm offering two thousand dollars for one night." I surprised Asche and myself by the offered amount.

I knew I got his full attention after I said that. I saw it in his posture, and the stiffening of his body. He only cares about money; basically, money has no face to him so whoever possesses what he wants, he'll fuck them. Looks do not matter.

So take the bait Asche, I know your little freaky side won't let this opportunity pass.

"I dislike you." He confessed. "And I can't find myself even allowing you to touch me."

"Bullshit." I strode up to him and forced him by his shoulder to turn and face me. "I saw the way you were staring at me and that Asche, is a look of desire."

"Those eyes of yours must be blind because I wasn't staring at you in that kind of way." He denied.

A loud moan emanated through the walls and we both went silent at the sound. It came again and I watched in smug satisfaction as his face went a deep red, recognizing the owner of that voice.

"Oh my God..." He breathed, closing his eyes and shaking his head. "I knew it."

"Falcon must be enjoying himself as well as your friend. So why is it so hard for you to do the same?" I asked in a low voice, cupping his face.

He jerked away from my touch and pivoted away from me. "No, thank you. I'll take my leave now."

"Two thousand dollars is just a fuck away. You can pretend that I'm someone else, a little roleplaying won't hurt." I persuaded him further.

A soft chuckle came from his lips and I found myself smiling as well. This is the first time I've seen him smile since we've met and I must say it was beautiful.

He flashed pearly, white teeth and rolled his eyes. "You're one desperate fucker."

"I'd prefer the word, persistent," I whispered, leaning in to inhale his scent.

"What are you--" He began to protest just as my lips met with the tender flesh of his throat. I heard his breath hitch at the contact and I began to gently trail kisses and nibbles down his throat.

He parted his lips and sighed, tilting his neck, giving me the green light that he indeed enjoyed my touch.

His hands went in my hair and roamed its soft waves, as I licked along his adam's apple working my way up to his chin and to his bottom lip, devouring his lips with a fiery passion.

He moaned in the kiss, parting his lips and flicking his tongue with mine so sensually, instantly setting my body afire with desire.

He tilted his head and I deepened the kiss, languidly ravishing his sweet depths. I pressed my body up against his and my straining erection slid along his stomach, eliciting a soft moan from his lips.

The kiss became fervent, more feral, our lips were literally pinned together, as we roughly bit and sucked each other's lips until they were both swollen. I cupped his head and passionately savored his sweet taste that pulled me in, drowning me endlessly.

Electrical currents of heat surged through my body, and I groaned in frustration, anxiously wanting to tear his clothes from his body and mount him against this door.

His hands were all over me now, caressing my arms and chest with hastily driven hands. He wanted this as much as I did and it only served to thrill me all the more.

I must have him tonight.