4. SPENCE

Should I have been surprised that Oscar was at my regular lunch spot? No, because the food there was incredible, and it was near both my apartment and the gym. It was clear he took his protein intake seriously, so I should've expected to bump into him there, I just didn't think it would've been so soon after we'd been together.

My pits were sweating, my lower back and ass were going to become a swamp if I'd stayed in his area for any longer than I had to. He'd given me his number, and told me to call him, but I didn't even know if I'd flirted back at the time. I'd sort of blacked out, the heat on my body was like that of an intense work out, and I didn't quite know how to process it.

I didn't actually even process half of it until I was walking out into the early summer breeze outside the cafe. I had my takeout box with lunch, and the file I'd held close to my chest, I was no worried would be damp and covered in perspiration. I fanned myself with it, holding it tight so nothing fell out.

My entire was out of whack, from the morning when I went out of my comfort zone, to now seeing him again. In a city with millions of people, it shouldn't have been that easy to bump into him again. Either the world had something to tell me, or he was stalking me, and I was not worthy of a stalker. Unless it was Penn Padgley from both Gossip Girl and You fame.

Since my department had downsized at the law firm, the only time I went into the office was to delivery completed translations, which were then filed away by a paralegal, or whoever did that. I was there for less than five minutes, nobody even looked twice at me. I handed off the file and out I went, still clinging to the paper bag with my lunch order inside.

I lived alone in a small studio, which had become a little more complicated now that it was being used as both my home office and bedroom. I'd once read a study about how you shouldn't sleep where you work, or work where you sleep, it can ruin your sleeping pattern. So far, I could attest to that, I was up most nights binging Suits or The Good Wife , wondering if that's what some law firms went through. It seemed so exciting compared to the stuff I had to translate.

Back in my studio apartment, I looked over the piece of napkin with Oscar's number on it. It was tempting me, and taunting me almost. I didn't want to ruin the fun we'd had this morning, but I also wanted to see if there was still a little magic there as well. He probably fucked everyone he came across, I wasn't special, but it was almost the weekend, and I didn't have anything special planned.

My at-home work day ended and I still hadn't texted Oscar.

It was in the back of my mind with every document I went through, translating, line by line, until it hit five-thirty and I closed my laptop. Oscar's number was right there on the napkin.

"Fuck it," I mumbled, grabbing it, I nearly tore it in two from excitement.

— Hi. We met this morning, you gave me your number. I don't have any plans tonight, and I was wondering if you'd like to do something. If you're free. If you're not free, that's fine, just forget I messaged you.

I went over the paragraph of text, sending it off on a whim then nearly throwing my phone across the room, to my bed, which wasn't far enough for it to do any real damage.

It buzzed several seconds later. I froze up, seeing the screen flash. He was calling me. I was not prepared for him to call me. I'd texted him for a reason, I didn't want to talk on the phone.

I answered it anyway."H—H—Hi."

" You know, you didn't say who it was in that text, but I'm throwing out a guess here. It's Spence, right? "

Sinking on my bed, I groaned into the receiver. "Are you serious? Ugh."

" I kinda realized it was you with the whole, we met this morning, and you're the only person I met this morning ," he said. " Unless you thought that's something I did every morning ."

"Well, do you?" I asked, laying on my bed and staring at the ceiling. "I wouldn't judge you if you do, I'm just curious, that's all."

" How about we get some food and you can ask me those types of questions, " he said. " Or, I could come over, and we can do what we did this morning, but on bed, or against a wall, maybe even your floor. "

Instantly, I got choked up. I looked around at my shitty little studio. I couldn't invite him here. "My place is—"

" Come to mine then ," he said. " My roommate can leave for the evening. "

"No, I live alone, so—"

" You either want to meet me or you don't, and I was really hoping to get laid again before I'm on the next flight ," he said, a slight chuckle to his tone. " Unless that's too forward for you, but no more forward than you this morning. "

He was so right, and I desperately wanted him to fuck me again. I wiggled around on my back, kicking my legs up, near giddy in excitement by his words. I never had much planned, ever. I was considered pretty boring by all standards. I didn't go out and drink, and I didn't ever have the courage to visit one of the clubs that happened ed underground, the ones where you go in all masked and stay for mindless fun. I only knew about those from friends—but I could've been wrong, they might not have been actually underground.

" I'll take it as a yes. Get ready and come over. I'll send my address. "

I didn't know how to tell him I wanted to see what else he had to offer. I felt him hold back a little this morning. There was something to him that had my kink flags up, the type of flags that were usually reserved for porn categories I'd searched for online.

Fuck. It was really happening, and all it had taken was a single text message. I didn't realize hooking up was that easy. Although I'd never tried it before, hooking up after knowing someone for less than a day wasn't something I did, but that had swiftly changed.

Applying lotions and creams to my body, I picked out a cute jock, the straps hugging my ass, framing it and giving me a little more shape. I hadn't eaten much, except for the lunch that afternoon, but that was probably for the best. I'd taken all my supplements, especially the fiber. It had been so long since I'd done anything casual, I was nervous to be doing it again.

From Oscar's address, he wasn't too far in the opposite direction of the gym, which explained why he was there so early this morning. And it was in walking distance, but if I walked, I'd become a sweaty mess before I even got there. So I took a cab with a small overnight bag, not to be too presumptuous.

I got to his apartment and he met me outside the elevator. He smelled delicious, aftershave cologne like he was trying to intoxicate me from it. He was dressed in a shirt, tightly fit with the top buttons undone to show off his large chest muscles and sprouting hair. I was ready to bend over and let him take me in public again. Compared to him, I was underdressed in a T-shirt, checked shirt that was very casual, and a pair of black ripped jeans.

"I was thinking, we go upstairs, I show you around, you tell who you need to tell where you are, maybe you tell them first, and then we see what exciting things we can do together," he said.

I caught myself biting my lip a little harder than I should. Oscar placed a hand on my shoulders, then down my arm. He stroked it. "Yeah," I let out, nodding my head in case I wasn't clear. "I don't have really anyone I tell this stuff to."

"I could be anyone, you could be anywhere," Oscar said. "It's not safe."

"Are you—you going to do anything that would mean I should give someone your location."

"No, but—"

"Then I don't need to tell anyone."I understood, it was a good practice to tell people, but I didn't want everyone knowing my business. "Plus, this is the most exciting thing to happen to me like all month."

"You're a little reckless, aren't you?" he asked.

I'd never been called reckless before, and I'd never even thought of myself as someone who didn't think of every single scenario before doing something, so it made me chuckle a little, stifling it behind my hand. My small bag falling from my shoulder to my rm.

"I like that," he added. "You planning on staying the night?" He tugged at the bag.

"I mean, it's—"

"You can," he said. "I'd never kick anyone out after midnight."

Once more, I found myself biting my smile. "Then I guess we have to make it past midnight."

"If we manage to get upstairs. People might think we're loitering if we stay out here in the lobby," he said, placing a hand behind my back and encouraging me toward the elevator.

I never engaged in so much risky behavior before, but there was something about Oscar that made me want to. It made me want to strip naked, lay on my chest, ass in the air and pulling my cheeks apart to splay my hole like I was ready for him whenever he needed me. That specific scenario was from a vivid sex dream once, and I'd clung to it.

As we got in the lift together, I looked at our reflections in the mirrored surface. He reminded me of one of those large orcs, except he wasn't green or wearing a loincloth. But compared to me, in height and muscle mass, he was basically an orc, and I was absolutely ready to have my ass raided like I'd been kidnapped and taken to some foreign planet.

Oscar timed his words perfectly, synced up to my thoughts. "Do you have any kinks?"

Saved by the ding of the elevator opening, I didn't know what my kinks were, at least not in a way I could verbalize. "Um. I—what kind of kinks do you have?" I asked, stepping out of the elevator.

His eyes looked over me and he licked his lips. "I'm looking at it," he said. "My place is just down the hall. Number three."

"Aren't you—"

"I wanna watch you from behind."

I didn't know if I had a weird walk, so I went ahead, nervous and self-conscious of my body. It wasn't like anyone had mentioned my ass before, it was a regular ass. Nothing special. But perhaps a little special given the fact that Oscar was interested in going for a second round with me.

Oscar opened the door and inside, it was spacious and smelled like vanilla. There were definitely more than one room here, and it made me so happy. A separate place to cook, to sleep, to play video games. "Wow."

"I figured we'd have a little fun, and then some more fun, and then after all that fun, we could grab something to eat. I'll order, I don't think I'd have the energy to cook." Oscar walked in ahead of me, stepping closer to bridge the gap.

A dream. This had to have been a dream. "A little fun," I repeated his words.

Oscar slipped a finger under the bag on my arm. "Or a lot of fun. The level of fun is really up to you." He lifted it away, taking it off me. "What do you have in here?"

"Like, a—" I tried taking it back off him. "Change of underwear, some lube, and a little plug I bought but I haven't tried it out yet. It's got like this setting in it that acts like a night light. It's probably more of a weird gimmick that does work than a—"

He placed his free hand behind my head and kissed me. "You don't have to be nervous," he said. "But I need to see this light show from your ass."

His kissed quietened the voice in my head, the one that was screaming all the words out at me in a nonsensical order. "Ok."

Oscar too me down a hallway, showing me the apartment briefly. "You already saw the living room," he said on the tour. There was a nice kitchen, a gorgeous bathroom, and opposite it, his bedroom. "My roommate, Sam, has the other room. Don't worry though. He's not in and won't be all night. So, you can make as much sound as you want."

"So, you didn't say what you were into," I said, looking at his room. The double with pots, perfect for cuffs or rope, and his sheets, looked soft. I sat at the foot of his bed, rubbing my hands across them. I wanted them to embrace me.

"You," he said, placing my bag beside him. "I'm into you." He held my face at the chin, puckering my lips with his thumb. "But you didn't tell me what you're into. And you can't say me, say something else."

I couldn't keep my eyes off him. I didn't know how much of myself to reveal. "I like to—to—to be dominated."