Sins & Mistrust (19 page)

“Stroke yourself,” he commands, and it’s a command I quickly obey. “Jesus, Lincoln. You look so good.”

His thrusts become harder and faster, and with his cock hitting just the right spot as I tug on my swollen shaft, I feel my orgasm building.

“I’m so close, Marc. Fuck, it feels so good.”

Marc shoves into me relentlessly. “Come. I want to see you come,” he grunts.

A few more strokes of my cock has my body tensing. “Oh shit,” I roar.

“Yeah,” Marc pants.

My come shoots out and lands in ribbons on my abdomen and chest. “Fuck,” I yell through gritted teeth.

“Oh yeah,” Marc exclaims, his eyes fixated on the come dripping from my throbbing head.

Not much later Marc slams into me one last time and his voice thunders through the room as he comes. He thrusts a few more times, and then stays in place and I can feel his cock twitching inside of me.

“Son of a bitch,” he mumbles as he breaks free of me.

I move and grab a few tissues from the box on my desk and wipe up as much of my come from my skin as I can until I get to the bathroom.

Marc pulls the condom off and throws it in the trash before walking to his clothes and getting dressed. He brings my clothes to me just as I’m getting to my feet. I pull my underwear and pants on, and then notice Marc watching me.

“What’re you thinking?” I ask.

“I don’t know,” he seems to answer honestly.

An uncomfortable silence blankets the room and that’s the last thing you want after sleeping with somebody. I don’t know why Marc and I seem to have this explosive passion when we’re arguing and then when we’re slamming each other against walls and devouring each other’s mouths. But a simple conversation seems to be the thing we struggle with the most. Maybe because neither of us want to admit our feelings, for fear the other one isn’t feeling the same.

“Well, that was…fun,” I say with a smirk, hoping to bring him around.

His mouth twists into a crooked grin. “Yes, it was.”

“So, not to sound too much like a young girl, what does this mean?”

I feel like an idiot just saying that, but I don’t know if we just got caught up in a moment, or if he is going to try to see what it’s like to be with me and then with me and Thalia.

Marc lets out a short laugh. “I don’t know, Linc. We have an attraction to each other, and anytime we’re close, our spark ignites and flames ensue. But past that, I’m really not sure what’s going on.”

“Do you want to try to hang out and
not
have sex? You might find more than my body likeable,” I tease. “Or are you still on this whole
mistrust
thing?”

“I may not mistrust your motives anymore, but I still mistrust the situation as a whole, and that shouldn’t be a strange thing. People normally mistrust even the normal relationships. There’s always a doubt that things will work out. And when you have three people that triples the feelings, emotion, drama, jealousy. You know? It’s normal to have reservations about something like that.”

“I suppose so. You didn’t answer my first question, though.”

“What’s that?”

“Do you want to try to hang out with me? It’ll just be like we’re friends,” I say, smiling and wiggling my brows.

This brings a laugh out of Marc. “Yeah, friends. Sure.” He inhales and then exhales sharply. “Yeah, we can hang out, but I’m leaving town tomorrow, so it’ll be after I get back.”

“That’s fine.”

“Okay then.”

“And maybe you should text Thalia. She’s missing you.”

He gives me a sad smile. “I know. I will.”

“Alright, well, I’m going to head to the bathroom and clean up before anybody shows up,” I say, gesturing to my still sticky stomach.

Marc looks down at the residue on my abs. “Mm. Yeah, and I should get out of here, because you’re going to make it to where I don’t leave on time if I stay any longer.”

“Oh yeah?” I ask, lifting an eyebrow.

He just looks at me like I should know better. “Bye, Linc.”

“Bye, Marc.”

As I’m driving from the car rental place to my parent’s house in Ashland, Oregon, I think over everything that’s been on my mind lately.

First, Nathalia. What else is there to say besides she’s amazing? I mean, really. She’s one of the greatest women I’ve met. She had me intrigued from the moment I met her. Sexy as hell, funny, strong-willed, open and honest, accepting, understanding, and probably even more positive adjectives.

She cared about getting to know me, she didn’t seem bothered by my job, and she was the first person to ask what I wanted to do. She asked about what I was into. She showed legitimate interest, and that was new and appreciated.

Nathalia is also a sexual vixen. She began craving what I was giving her. She was starting to open up to the things I enjoy, and I’d have to think she did that for me. But knowing I was showing her a new side of herself was amazing. Although I didn’t fully go all “sadist” on her, I have a feeling she’d quite enjoy the pain I’m willing to give her for the sake of even more pleasure. She was open-minded and those are the best kind of people. She didn’t even flinch when I admitted I was bi.

When it comes to my getting off on inflicting pain, I worry if she’ll tire of it eventually. I crave the feeling of being in control, of being trusted in that time. For someone to give you permission to roughhouse with them in that manner is like a drug. Once you get it, you know the feeling and crave more and more.

I don’t need whips, chains, and the like. I guess you could say I’m more of a “light sadist.” If that’s a thing. I like light asphyxiation, meaning wrapping my hand around ones throat, just enough to build the pleasure, but never cutting their oxygen supply completely. I like nibbling and biting, but never drawing blood. I enjoy hitting, but not abusing. Anything I do that would cause pain is only pain that is brief and almost immediately overshadowed by the intense pleasure that follows. I do enjoy tying people up, but not having them strapped to a St. Andrew’s cross or anything extreme.

There’s always pleasure in submitting and relinquishing control to someone you trust. To find that in someone is rare. Trusting someone to tie you up, but knowing that they’re doing it to give you pleasure and not to hurt you is a beautiful thing.

I wonder if Nathalia will truly be able to handle that. Lincoln on the other hand…

Lincoln is the first man I’ve been this attracted to in a long while. Everything about him reeks of sex, masculinity, strength, and power. He’s got a smart mouth that constantly spews sexual innuendos and sarcasm, but I’d love the chance to shut him up any day, and he would too.

He seems to get off on my pushing him into the wall to attack his mouth. He’s never complained about my biting his neck or lips, and honestly, seems to enjoy it. He returns the same kind of force that I’m finding I like. I enjoy the back and forth, the fight for control. I just know that I need more time to get to learn more about him.

Then finally, I worry about the jealousy. Can three people really be together with no qualms? Will one of us get jealous if we find the other two are spending too much together alone? What if two of us develop strong feelings for each other, leaving the other one out? Can we care about each other equally? I don’t know.

Tonight I’ll call Nathalia and talk to her about some of this and see what happens, but for now, I look forward to spending some time with my parents and brother.

Oregon is a lot cooler than Vegas around this time, and for that I am grateful. The greenery is a nice change of scenery, too.

I begin pulling into the long, brick-covered driveway and towards the single-family home. The house sits on the side of a mountain, giving amazing views from every window in the house. I didn’t tell my parents I was coming, but I’m sure they’ll be home. They are both retired and enjoying their sixties. My father was a surgeon, and my mother a nurse. They met many, many years ago when they began working together.

Exiting the car, I grab my bag from the backseat and make my way to the door. After I ring the bell, I wait for a minute before I hear my mom calling out to Dad.

“I’m not expecting anybody, are you?”

I laugh and when she opens the door to find me, she brings her hands to her mouth.

“Marc! Oh my gosh!” she rushes out to embrace me. Her petite body crashes into mine and I drop my bag to squeeze her back. “Jack, Marc’s here!” she yells out.

“Hey, Mom.”

“Honey, why didn’t you tell me you were stopping by? I would have had some food ready for you.”

“It’s okay. I grabbed some fast food when I landed.”

“That’s garbage, Marc. Don’t put that in your body. Come on, let’s go inside and I’ll make you some real food.”

As we walk in, we’re already in the gourmet kitchen that was a must-have for my mom. She pulls me to one of the two stools that sit at the large island in the kitchen. A basket of green apples sit in the center of the table. I smile, realizing how much I’ve missed home.

“Now, what do you want to eat?” my mom asks, looking into the refrigerator.

“Mom, I’m fine. Really. I’m not that hungry.”

She turns and puts her hand on her hip. “At least eat one of those apples. We’ll have a good dinner tonight.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I say with a grin as I grab an apple.

“Who’s here?” my dad’s voice echoes through the room as he walks towards us from the living room.

When he finally comes around the corner, I stand to give him a hug.

“Well, lookie here. My boy’s home,” he says with a smile and pulls me in tight.

Both of my parents are still in good shape and health for being older. Then again, with their professions, they were all about staying healthy.

“It’s really been too long, Marc,” my mom says softly.

“I know. I’m sorry, Mom. I’ve just been really busy.”

“We’re sure you have,” my dad remarks, smacking me on the back of the shoulder.

My parents know what I do for a living. That’s not saying my mom didn’t almost have a heart attack when she found out, but with time, they came around.

“We must call your brother!” my mom exclaims, going for the phone.

“Calm down, Nance. The boy just got here. Garrett’s still at work anyway.”

“Okay, okay.”

“So, what brings you home unexpectedly?” my father asks.

“I just needed a break.”

“Well, you’re here now,” my mom chirps with a bright smile. “I’m sure the mountains, lake, and cool weather will be a good break from that desert you live in. Plus, it’s not as loud and busy here.”

Which is true. Ashland has a population of around twenty thousand people, which is a far cry from the almost six hundred thousand in Vegas.

“Well, I’m going to go get your room ready,” my mom announces, heading towards the stairs.

“That room stays ready,” my dad whispers as she’s leaving.

“I’m sure it does.”

“So, tell me, Son. What’s going on?”

“Well, the club is about to open soon. It’s just about done.”

“Good, good.” He pauses. “But, what’s going on with
you
?”

“What do you mean?” I ask with a small laugh.

“You didn’t come all the way out here for the first time in a couple years just because. So, talk to me.” He leans in conspiratorially. “Your mother isn’t around, anyway.”

I roll my eyes. “Mom would be quick to try to give me relationship advice.”

“Exactly! Let’s not deal with that. She’ll never shut up. So, it
is
a relationship problem.”

I sigh. “It’s really complicated, Dad.”

“Okay. Well, you and I can go out on the deck later tonight and talk. Sound good?”

“Sounds good.”

“Good.” He smacks me on the back again. “Now, go ahead and take your stuff upstairs. We’ll get Garrett over here for dinner. He’ll be happy to see you, too.”

I head up and decide to take a nap before dinner’s ready. Traveling has me exhausted.