Chapter 13

Shay-Lee

"You bought me pastries?" Nero asked with a smile while checking the contents of the box I gave him a minute ago.

"Yeah." I shifted closer to him. "And before you ask, they're all vegan." We were both sitting on the edge of the bed in the private suite that became our regular meeting place whenever I came to the club.

Looking at me, his beautiful black eyes sparkled with joy. "For real?"

"Was it a bit much?"

"Not at all," he said, taking an apple-filled puff out of the box.

"I also asked the girl working there to give me things that aren't too sweet… I remembered you saying you don't like it." As I spoke, Nero had already taken a bite from the desert.

"Fuck, that's good," he moaned and then brought the apple puff to my lips. "Take a bite."

I looked at his fingers holding the pastry, then up at him. "I prefer things with butter—" Before I could finish, Nero shoved the pastry into my mouth, so I had no choice but to take a bite. The sweet-and-sour taste of the apples was incredible, combined with the crunchy dough. I couldn't tell it was vegan at all. It was simply delicious.

"That's so good," I said, licking my lips.

"So take another bite." This time, when he held the pastry closer to my mouth, I parted my lips and opened wide as if he was finally offering me his dick. Nero's hungry eyes followed the action, and I watched him carefully as he darted the tip of his tongue to wet his bottom lip. He visibly shrank when instead of wrapping my lips around the crust lovingly, I sank my teeth into the dough in a forceful bite like an animal.

"Glad it isn't your cock?" I asked between chewing, and he smirked.

"Definitely."

After finishing the remaining pastry, Nero put the box aside and got up. Walking to the dresser and grabbing something, he returned with a medium-size black box, closed with a silver ribbon.

"I also got something for you," he said, sitting beside me and handing me the gift.

"Seriously?" I shook the box to see if it would tell me what was inside.

"Just open it," he laughed at my silliness.

"What? It's more fun this way." I took the lid off and peered inside, but as I moved the silk paper away, my mouth went dry, and a small gasp escaped me.

"Do you like it?" he asked while I traced my fingers over the satin ribbon that was part of a white-laced garter.

"You bought me… lingerie?" My heart rate increased as I took the garter out to see the box also had a G-string and a pair of stockings.

"Yeah," he said, as if giving me lingerie was as normal as me giving him a slice of vegan cake.

"W-why?" I couldn't hide the surprise in my voice.

"Well." He got up and moved to stand before me. "I had a shitty day today."

"Oh?"

"An incredibly shitty day." He offered me his hand, which I took, and helped me to my feet. "And you know what made me feel a little bit better?" He turned me around, so now my back was plastered to his chest.

"What?" My skin prickled with goose bumps as I felt his breath graze my neck.

"Thinking about us talking today, with you wearing this." His fingers tangled with mine before he slipped the garter belt out of my hold and brought it to my hips to see if the size fit.

The way he held me right now while asking me to wear lingerie for him took me by surprise. It wasn't that I didn't want it, but it came out of nowhere. For three weeks, he'd done nothing sexual with me, and suddenly, his breath danced in the shell of my ear while his fingers wandered up and down my body, awakening all of my senses and putting me on edge.

He then placed his hand on my stomach and pressed me against him until I could feel his hard cock digging into my ass. The pressure was almost too good, and I wished we were both naked.

"Something wrong?" His voice was filled with self-satisfaction.

"I thought you didn't want to fuck me."

"Of course, I want to fuck you, Llorón. I mean, I just bought you lingerie to wear for me."

"So, why don't you?"

He spun me around, so now I faced him. His black mask did nothing to make him look less like a sex god, and I cursed whoever made him this hot.

His mouth pulled into a half smirk. "There's a big difference between wanting to do something and doing it." His hand traveled up my body until it rested around my neck. "Don't you agree?" He gripped me a little bit tighter, and fuck.

Ever since Diesel strangled me that night in their old school, the thought of being choked hadn't left my mind. I knew all about edging and breath play, but I didn't want any of that. I wanted someone to brutally and mercilessly hold me by the throat, for them to try and choke the life out of me. Rough sex was always my solution to get lost and forget my pain, but this craving took it to another level. It was a step I was too afraid to take. There was a moment I thought Jordan could do it for me, but he was too good. Even though I knew he'd do anything I wanted him to, I couldn't bring myself to ask something so dark from him. It would have been too risky for him. Too destructive.

Could it be that Nero had figured out this was something I wanted? Or was he teasing me? Even if he knew, it didn't matter. He'd just told me there were things he wanted but would never do, so perhaps this was my sign to let this dangerous thought go.

Pushing my wants aside, I stepped away from his touch and took the laced G-string out of the box. "Okay, I'll wear it for you."

Diesel

"Why did you have a bad day?" Llorónasked while I helped him put on the stockings. He didn't need help, but I still told him to come and stand between my spread legs while I remained sitting on the edge of the bed. One of his feet was on my knee while his hands were holding on to my shoulders, keeping him balanced.

"It doesn't matter," I said as I slipped the stocking on his toes, brought it over his heel and up his calf, and slowly slid it up to his thick thighs, all while admiring his beautifully smooth sculpted muscles.

"But it does." His eyes, peeking from behind the slit of Dion's mask, shone like rare diamonds. "I'll answer yours if you'll answer mine." He smirked.

Somehow over the past month, we'd developed this small questioning game. True, I hated playing games and told him so right from the start, but this one stuck. It was beyond me how this had even happened, me wanting to know everything about this enigma of a man, but many weird things had happened recently. Such as buying the man in question lingerie. I'd never even thought that lingerie was sexy, and when a girl wore it for me, I couldn't have cared less. But when I went to buy flowers for Carmen and saw this piece hanging in the display window of a store right next to the florist, I couldn't stop thinking about how good it would look on my Llorón.

That was another weird thing.

Llorónwasconstantly on my mind. When I went to sleep, in my dreams, in school, with other clients, he was always there. Our conversations followed me everywhere; each word he said stayed way longer than it should have. He was brilliantly fascinating, and I enjoyed being in his company. I longed for it almost every day because despite being different, we were also alike. So alike that I didn't even care that he was one of those rich people I loathed so much.

"Come on. Tell me why your day was bad," he argued again.

"Mhmm, fine." Pressing my lips to his thigh, I gave him a soft kiss and then looked up to meet his stare. "It's 'cause of the rain. I hate it." And it was also my dead sister's birthday, but I never told him about her, so I kept that detail to myself.

"That's it? You hate the rain?"

Reaching for the box, I pulled the white-laced garter out.

"Up." I tapped Llorón's thigh and waited until he raised his feet enough for me to slide the band up his leg. "You already asked one question." I smiled and ensured the adjustment straps were set right before clipping them to the lace garter.

"Let me see you," I said, and he stepped back until he was on full display.

The white lace stood perfectly against his tanned skin, decorated to perfection. His cock, stiff and glossy, peeked from behind the G-string mesh, making my mouth water while the silky cotton of the stocking climbed up his strong legs until reaching the pearl lace garters on his upper thigh. All I wanted to do was to rip those panties off him with my teeth and fuck him raw, but instead of being the animal I craved to be, I reached for his hand.

"Come here." Pulling him into my lap, I slid my hands down his back until they reached his bare ass. My fingers slipped underneath the string of his thong, grazing him slightly before giving his cheeks a strong squeeze. My dick, trapped in my pants, ached against my zipper and begged for attention. Knowing I was playing with fire, I removed my hands from his ass and kept them on his narrow hips, which looked even smaller because of the suspender belt.

"You're touchier today than usual." He smirked, throwing his arms around my neck.

"I'm just looking." That wasn't really true with my hands all over him.

"Really?" He lowered himself until his ass rubbed over my hard cock. "Seems to me like you're fully invested."

The little demon.

"I thought of a question for you," I said to shift the conversation away from my reaction to him.

"Oh?" Moving one hand from around my shoulders, he began tracing the outline of my lower jaw, the part my mask didn't hide.

"Earlier, you asked me your question, and I still haven't asked mine."

"Fine." The corner of his mouth pulled into a seductive smile. "Ask away, Nero." My stage name sounded off coming from him, and I wished he knew my name. Shaking the dangerous thought away, I studied him.

"Why were you late today?"

"That's a boring question."

"Answer me." I tightened my grip around his hips so he'd realize I wasn't messing around.

"Fine." He rolled his eyes and pursed his lips. "Let me think…" Tapping on his mouth with his finger as if pretending to recall back today's events made me grunt.

"Is something wrong?" he asked, pretending to be innocent.

Oh, the fucking brat.

"Answer the question." I flashed him a fake smile, and he laughed.

"I needed to wait until my dad left home before I could come here, and when I arrived, Dion delayed me. So… I was late."

The primal jealousy I felt when he mentioned Dion pushed aside my curiosity to ask more about his dad.

"Did you sleep with him?"

"What?" Fear flicked in his eyes for a mere second before confusion settled in.

"Dion. Did you sleep with him?" Even if I wanted to, I couldn't hide the jealousy and threat behind my words, mostly because I already knew the answer.

He huffed. "What do you think?"

My jaw tensed as my fingers dug deeper into his flesh, hard enough to bruise him. While a normal person would push away from my possessive grip, he only pulled closer.

"You're such a red flag. You know that?" He played with my mask by outlining his finger over its edges. "You still refuse to fuck me because of whatever reason you find justified, but you're getting angry that I fucked someone else." He leaned closer, his breath dancing in my ear. "And to answer your question, yes, we fucked. First, he sucked my dick, and when I cried for his cock like the slut I am, he gave it to me from behind. Hard. Painful. Filthy. Just the way I love it."

Knowing he was trying to stir me up with his provocations didn't stop me from turning us around and pinning him to the bed with my hand around his neck. He gasped like he did earlier when I intuitively touched him there. Just like before, I was tempted to tighten my hold and watch him choke. Fuck did I want to see his mouth gasping for air and watch the life slowly drain out of his eyes while being buried balls-deep inside him. My thought scared me, and I knew he noticed it right before I removed my hand and jerked back to my feet, as if he were on fire. Perhaps I was the fire, and he was gasoline, and touching him would set my whole life in flames.

Llorónremained lying on the bed, his gaze piercing my soul, letting me know we had just shared the same thought and were equally startled by it. Breaking our stare, my eyes roamed down his body, taking in every bit of his beautiful appearance. The idea that before coming to me, Dion had his eyes, hands, and mouth on him drove me insane, and I second-guessed my principles.

"Back against the bed."

A devilish grin took over his features. "Yeah, definitely a red flag."

"Stop talking, and do as you're told." My voice, low and deep, left no room for arguments, and Llorón quickly moved on the bed until he was positioned the way I asked him.

"Spread your legs. I want to see it all," I ordered, watching as he parted them for me, revealing almost everything. The thin thong did a poor job of hiding his pretty pink hole and capturing his hard cock, which was half exposed and resting against his abs, the tip already glossy with a pearl of precum. Darting my tongue out, I wetted my bottom lip as I slid my hand down my body and rubbed myself over my slacks. His eyes followed the action with hunger, and he licked his beautiful plump lips.

"I am a red flag." I smiled, thinking how true it was. "But so are you."

"Nero." He was about to say something else but stopped when I crossed the room, grabbed a chair that was placed next to the wall, and dragged it until it was right in front of the bed.

Sitting down with my legs spread, I put one hand on the armchair while leaving the other on my crotch. "Touch yourself. Make yourself come while looking at me."

"Now you're talking." Without a hint of modesty and a self-satisfied grin, he slid his hand down his body until reaching his cock. Wrapping his fingers around his thick length, he gave himself a slow stroke that made him moan. Doing it again, only a bit faster, he moved his other hand over his chest.

"Shit," he hissed when he flicked his pink nipple. It was thrilling to know he was sensitive there. I couldn't feel a thing on my nipples, but he did, and he was the only thing that mattered. Seeing him so soaked with pleasure turned me on, making it hard to resist the urge to get up from the chair, walk over to him, and replace the fingers he was now using to trace his entrance with my tongue. With a groan, I unzipped myself and pulled my painfully rigid cock out, my eyes not leaving him for a second.

"Holy shit." His lips parted, and he stared at me with lust.

The last time I jerked him off, I kept my clothes on so he didn't see my dick, and before that, I was getting a blow job from a client, and he was with his back to me. I guessed finally seeing my cock in all of its glory was what earned me such a priceless reaction.

"Like what you see?"

"Fucking hell." He bit his lips and gripped his cock harder. "You're huge."

"And you're gorgeous. Now, spread those legs wider, and let me see you finger yourself while thinking of my fat cock stretching you open."

While using his thumb to push the thong aside, his fingers traced his hole before sliding one in. He was already wet and open from when Dion fucked him. The traces another man left on his body pissed me off and set my already scalding blood on fire. But right now, he was here, spread on the bed with eyes only for me, so instead of letting my possessive temper take over, I focused on him. My eyes started to climb up his beautiful legs, from his toes curled in the sheets up to his firm thighs. The white silk of the stocking glittered under the dim light, and he looked like a work of art. Erase that. He was a living, breathing work of art.

My motherfucking masterpiece.

With my eyes on his hole again, he already had two fingers in, knuckles-deep, and was fucking himself with them. Watching him like this, so innocent yet so filthy, made my heart beat faster, and I started to stroke myself more forcefully, my cock leaking with precum. "Is that how you fuck your pussy when you're alone? Like a desperate slut?"

His neck flushed red, and his dick pulsed in his fist. "F-fuck," he cried.

"Answer me."

"Y-yes. Fuck, yes." He worked his fist faster, matching my own rapid pace, all while fingering himself deeper, touching the places I craved to reach.

"You think about me when you do it. Don't you?"

"Y-yes."

"You think about my cock, pounding into that pretty little hole of yours." My chest rose and fell with each heavy breath I took. "You know how good I'd be. How right it would feel when I thrust into you, fucking own you."

"Yes." He bit his lips. "And you know how good my ass will feel." He smirked, and fuck if he wasn't the sexiest thing alive.

"Yes, cari?o, I do know that."

His body shivered, and I loved how obviously he reacted to my flattery.

I continued to fuck into my fist while watching my beautiful Llorónwith starving eyes. His whole body tensed as he pumped his dick and fucked his ass with three fingers. He was soaking wet with precum and what I assumed was leftover lube, crying his heart out and squirming on the sheets. The nasty sounds coming from the both of us, mingled with his moans and my heavy breaths, consumed me, and I was close, so fucking close. Spreading my legs a bit farther apart, I used my other hand to cup my balls, thinking how sweet it would be when they'd smack against his ass while I plunged into him.

Making me doubt who was the professional in the room, Llorón pulled his fingers out, slowly dragged them up his body, his lustful eyes not leaving mine, and wrapped his hand around his perfect neck.

"Fuck," I hissed as he tightened his grip enough for his flesh to turn red and his lips to part with a choked gasp. My cock pulsed in my fist, and I began pumping myself faster, and so did he.

Words felt pointless at this point, where he had us both by the throat, and I held my breath until I burst and came into my fist the exact second he did. His lips parted with pleasure, his toes curling and his chest rising as he fought hard to keep his eyes open through his release so he could watch me coming. And even though we didn't touch, holding each other's stare while sharing this moment was the most intense experience of my life. But it wasn't just hot. It was intimate.

Somehow, with masks and no names, we managed to connect.

"I have a question for you," Llorón said, his head resting on my chest while we were both on the bed. Not bothering to put his clothes back on after we were done, he was still in the lingerie I got him.

Taking a drag from my cig and then exhaling the smoke, I looked down at him. "And what makes you think you can ask one?"

"Well." He reached for my cigarette and took it, putting it between his full lips and inhaling deeply. "Earlier, you asked me two questions while I only asked one," he said, exhaling slowly.

Taking the cigarette from him because, unlike me, he shouldn't waste himself on this crap, I laughed. "Is that so?"

"Yep." He lifted two fingers in the air. "First one being why I was late." He took one finger down. "The second was if I fucked Dion." Taking the second down as well, he tilted his head back. "Learn to count, bitch."

"Fuck off." I nudged his head away, and he laughed. "But fine, ask your question."

"Ever wanted to take this off?" He tapped my mask, his baby blues pinning me with curiosity.

"No."

His lips twisted. "What do you mean no?"

"You asked a question, and my answer is no."

Grunting, he got up and moved to sit on top of me. "How can you say no? Don't you want to see my face?" He then paused dramatically. "Don't tell me you think I'm ugly?" Crossing his arms over his chest, he huffed. "Let me tell you something, sweetheart. I'm freaking gorgeous. Seriously, I'd definitely fuck me."

He was absurd.

"And I take it that modesty isn't your strongest quality?"

"Fuck modesty. With a face like mine?" He smirked, and I shook my head before discarding the cigarette in the ashtray I'd brought to bed.

"Did you know those masks originated in the thirteenth century, when Venetians wore these unique costumes to hide their identity for carnivals? It was the only time the middle and upper classes partied together. Rich, poor, it didn't matter, because a mask hid who you were." He studied me intensely as I spoke. "So you see, the mask gives you not only the privilege of discretion but also the opportunity of equality. To be seen by those who didn't see you, all you needed to do was to cover your face." I brushed a strand of hair behind his ear. "Aristocrats indulged like fools, while peasants as kings."

Without my noticing, my finger moved from tracing the outline of his angular jaw to his lips, softly caressing them.

"What are you saying?" he asked, slightly opening his mouth to me.

"If not for these masks, you wouldn't have noticed me."

I had no idea how or why I even said what I just did. It wasn't like I ever cared to be noticed by rich assholes. I despised them. Loathed them for thinking they deserved more because of their money. Going to Beverly Bay High and working here only deepened my resentment and disgust for their lifestyle, and yet, for the first time in my life, a part of me wished to be seen by one of them. No. By him.

"That's not true," he whispered. "Trust me when I say that I would have. With or without a mask, I would have noticed you, Nero."

His words settled deep in my chest, turning it a bit tighter than before and forcing my hands to pull him closer. This moment was a substantial shift from what we'd done only a while ago, but I welcomed it. The way this man made me feel was one of a kind, and the urge to truly know him was becoming stronger and stronger with each passing minute of being around him. And although I wasn't ready to take my cover off, I was ready to admit I wanted more from him.

The comfort I found in our meetings, the heat from being near him, and the jealousy of him being with Dion stirred in my gut was enough for me to know that he wasn't just a client, not anymore, not since the beginning.

"I want to kiss you," I said, holding his stare. I never thought that the first time I'd want to kiss someone would be with a man, but by now, I realized that my attraction to him was undeniable, and fighting it was pointless.

"I want you to kiss me, too," he answered, getting closer and stopping with his hand on my mask. "But this is in the way."

True. At least one of us had to take off our mask because with them, it was impossible to kiss, at least not in the lips-ravishing-soul-eating way I wanted to devour him.

"Close your eyes," he said, his stare piercing into my fucking core.

We were close enough for me to feel his heart racing the same speed as my own, and yet, it was still not enough, so I did as he said.

"What now?" I asked.

"Now we meet."

Reaching for my hand, he brought it again to his lips, only this time, moving it higher on his face, his way of letting me know he'd taken off his mask. His shield.

Without a hint of hesitation, he took it all down.

"Llorón."

"Just… feel me," he whispered, leaning into my touch. With my eyes closed and my heart open, I traced every inch of his face. Getting a picture of who he was without seeing. And just like I figured, he was remarkable.

Slowly removing my hand from his cheek, I tangled my fingers in his hair. It was soft and long, smelling of his coconut shampoo. The sweet scent reminded me of the cocadas Mamá used to make when she was still alive, and the nostalgia made me want to play with his hair for hours. Still, I let go of it and moved to cup the back of his head, only so I could pull him closer to meet those perfect lips. And fuck if they weren't the sweetest thing I had ever tasted. Opening his mouth for me, I greedily slid my tongue in and swirled it around his. A deep moan escaped him, and he shifted closer, his hands on my mask. It wasn't a gentle kiss, not at all. It was all about lips biting, teeth clashing, and tongues, yet it was perfect. So fucking perfect I didn't know what to do with myself. Kissing him was like kissing fire—trying to tame the untamable.

Despite being in my lap, he still fought for dominance, directing the kiss the way he wanted to. His lips tasted mine with starvation, while his mouth ravished me with the same hunger I shared.

Pulling back to catch a breath, I was about to open my eyes when he used his hand to cover them, reminding me where we were.

"Fuck," he gasped, out of breath, grazing his lips against mine.

"Come here." Snapping his hips, I rolled us over so I was lying between his legs while he was writhing beneath me. Fighting hard to keep my eyes closed, I took his lips again, exploring every part his mouth had to offer. He groaned, jerking his hips up and grinding his stiff cock against mine.

Absolutely consumed by this kiss, my body burned from the inside out. Feeling his perfect lips, hearing his desperate moans and gasps, and having him beneath me made me throb. But knowing this was going way too far, I pushed away and turned my back to him. Not because I didn't want to see him, quite the opposite. I wanted to see him way too much but couldn't afford it.

"Nero," he whispered hoarsely.

"Did you put it back on?" Having my back to him pained me, and I was already dying to see him again.

"Yes," he said after a minute had passed, and without lingering another second, I turned to face him. I knew kissing him was a mistake because now I couldn't help but want to do it again, and again, and again.

Biting his lips, which were swollen from the kiss, he looked at me. His bashful expression was absolutely mind-blowing.

"Well, that was—"

"Hot?" I offered, and he laughed.

"Couldn't agree more," he said, then looked down at his body. "I guess I should take it off." He was talking about the lingerie.

"That would be a shame." I smiled and tried to reach for him, but he got up from the bed before I could.

"Nah-ah." He gave me a sassy look over his shoulder and then started to strip out of my gift.

If I helped him into this sexy-as-fuck outfit, it was only fitting that I help him out of it, so I stood and came to assist him. Pushing his hands out of the way, I started to undo my work. After releasing the straps and removing the suspenders, I dropped to my knees and helped him with the stockings.

"What do I need to do if I want to kiss you again?" he asked.

I paused and looked up at him. "Was that a question?"

"Yes."

A smile pulled on my lips, and I kissed his sculpted thigh before getting him out of those stockings and rising back to my full height. Looking down at him since he was at least three inches shorter, I pulled him closer.

"Come tomorrow and you'll find out."