Chapter 1

CHAPTER 1

RHODES

" What are you doing and when will you be back?" My best friend Paul's shriek was loud enough to bring a blush to my cheeks.

I cleared my throat, then walked around the building of the gas station I'd stopped at. "I'm doing a sexy road trip. The twenty-seven-year-old virgin you know will no longer be. And I'm coming back when I have all kinky experiences in that I want to have in." My voice shook, betraying how much I had no clue how to accomplish what I'd set out to do. Straightening my back, I decided to be a different guy on the road.

I'd be… Marcus, or Brad, or any other name that sounded cool and in control.

I'd be outspoken and flirty and all the things I usually wasn't.

"Can't you have intercourse here?"

I snorted. "We live in Bumfuck Nowhere, and around the corner is Bumfuck Nowhere Two. I can't go around asking guys to choke me so I find out if I like it. I say I'm gay and don't even know if I'm really gay. I want someone to touch my dick. I want someone to do all the things to me he can think of so I can see if I like it. I have a bag full of lube and condoms and toys. I just need that time, Pauly."

He was the only person I'd ever be as frank and as honest with, and it was probably one of my problems.

"What if you get killed during kinky intercourse because you got a fudging sicko?"

I sighed. "Then at least my virgin hole is no longer virgin."

Truth was, I'd thought about that, too, and therefore had looked up a couple of sex clubs I planned on seeing.

Dropping against the wall behind me, I exhaled. Every day since I made this plan I'd gone back and forth about doing it, but the truth was… I needed to get away from my small town even if I loved it and my family.

I needed to get away so I'd know if I just imagined being into guys, and to see if what I watched in porn was what I liked in real life.

I'd long since given up on the hope of finding a partner for life—mom refused to call them boyfriends or anything else—and therefore a road trip was the best thing.

No one knew me or my story, and I could be someone else.

Maybe I'd always chicken out, but maybe not.

God, I was pretty sure the only thing I'd not be able to tick off my list would be consensual non-con, but that was okay as long as I tried many other things.

"Rhodes," Paul all but whined.

"Sorry, I have to go." I told him I'd check in regularly so he knew where to send the police to in case I got lost, and then hung up.

I exhaled, my dick hard just because I'd been talking about all the things I wanted to do, and after a quick glance around, I rubbed my hand over my pants, softly moaning at what little relief that gesture gave me.

"Take it out and jerk yourself, little prince," a dark, tempting, seductive voice came from my right and I froze where I was, but my gaze snapped to him nonetheless.

He had bad boy written all over him, wearing black jeans and a black shirt that practically was molded to his chest.

His gaze was as dark as his hair, and yet, my breath quickened because his eyes were on the place my hand was still covering: my erection.

"Come on, do it. Reach into your pants and take it out, and if you're not brave enough, stroke yourself in your pants. I want to see you come."

He knew. That was all I could think, and following that… He heard what I said to Paul. A flush worked its way up my neck to my cheeks, and yet, his watching eyes made me feel hot and brave.

I licked my lips, then, ever so slowly, unzipped my pants and pulled my dick out.

"Good little prince," he praised and I whimpered. "Now, move those long fingers, handsome. Show me what you got. And remember, the slower you are, the higher the chances that someone sees you."

A thrill went through me at the thought, my dick kicking in my hand, and I hoped the stranger had had missed it, but the way his eyes had darkened told a different story.

Taking a deep breath, I softly started to jerk myself, the sensations incredible: the light breeze, the gaze from the stranger, the fact that I could be caught…

It didn't take long for me to gasp, my orgasm coming on much faster than I'd anticipated.

"Look at me while you come, little prince…"

My eyes snapped open and to the stranger, my lips parting and my strokes becoming uneven as I trembled on the edge and then tumbled over.

I bit my lower lip to keep myself from moaning as I painted the concrete in front of me with my cum, the orgasm stronger than anything I'd ever experienced.

While I tried to catch my breath, the stranger walked over, swept his finger across the tip of my dick and then held it up to my lips. "Taste yourself," he ordered in a low growl that made me wish I could get hard right away again.

Dutifully I licked him clean, my heart hammering. It was weird tasting myself, and yet somehow hot because I felt as if I tasted him, too.

"You're too good to be true," he muttered softly, then stepped back a little.

Realizing how I stood there, I scrambled to pack myself away, my head swimming from the experience I just had. "I'm…" I licked my lips, my voice rough as if I'd screamed. "This…" I shook my head, then tried again. "I'm Rhodes."

The stranger cocked his head. "And I have a suggestion. How about you give me a ride and then you ride me ?"

My ears were suddenly buzzing. "W-what are you saying?"

"I need a ride and I'm ready to pay in any and all sexual favors you can think of."

Kaden

He had a nice car, the little prince, and an even nicer flush across his cheeks.

"Are you… Are you gonna tell me your name?"

I didn't want to, but I also knew that giving him a place holder, or any fake name would definitely result in me not reacting half the time, and also me eventually getting pissed because he called me by a wrong name as if he'd be dumb.

Which, really, would be my own fault.

"Kaden," I muttered as we rounded a black SUV that cost more than my mother could ever make at her waitressing job.

Or any job, probably. She was hard-working, but she never could remember class work well, so anything that didn't require intense studying worked for her.

Sadly, that limited her options.

I shook my head, trying to clear my mother from my mind because I knew she was heartbroken right now.

You don't have to leave, we can figure something out , she'd begged, but I knew better.

I curled my fingers, glad that the knuckles just hurt, not having been split open.

Rhodes got behind the wheel, his breath still trembling out of him, and I couldn't help but smirk.

A fucking virgin.

At my mercy.

I'd always wanted to debauch someone thoroughly, and this… I might be stuck in a shitty situation, but this was certainly a nice by-product.

"Where do you wanna go?"

I turned to him, cocking my head. "You sounded as if you know exactly where you want to go, so let's just follow your plan. I just need to get away."

I studied his face, and heat bloomed across his cheeks just like I'd expected.

Did he even realize that I was half hard in my pants just from having listened to him on the phone? Had I planned it? No. But the urgency, and the way he'd been so dirty mouthed on the phone…

Jesus fucking Christ.

I shifted in the seat as he started the car and then led it out of the parking lot.

"We'll split gas for as long as we're on the road," I said. "I can also drive if you want."

Rhodes glanced at me, then focused back on the street, shaking his head.

I arched a brow. "Yes?"

"I… I just can't believe you're here. I mean, you are hot as… Hot, and you have not yet murdered me. I must be dreaming."

I chuckled, surprised that he even got it out of me. "I'm hot as hot?"

The pink appeared on his cheeks again, and he huffed in annoyance. Okay, clearly he liked humiliation and degradation when he had his dick in his hand, but this…

"Tell me, little prince, what is it you'd want me to do right now if you could order me around?"

He guided the car south-west, as if he planned on taking it straight through the boring middle of the US.

For a long moment he hesitated, then shook his head. "I wanted to be a Marcus on the road," he muttered.

I leaned in closer. "A what?"

I was sure I'd heard him right; I just didn't understand any of the words, and I usually wasn't that slow on the uptake.

Rhodes licked his pretty lips, leaving me distracted for a moment, then he said, "I wanted to be outspoken and flirty and sexy, so technically right now I should be all, ‘choke me and make me come until I see stars', but all I have in my brain is static and ‘OMG' running on a loop."

"Choking is something you should work your way up to, little prince," I said seriously. I was into some things he'd most likely consider kinky, but I'd never dared to put my hand around anyone's throat or let them do it to me.

Then again, that also needed a level of trust that I barely ever shared with anyone.

Okay, cut the barely ever.

"Why do you keep calling me that?"

He rested his elbow on the window, his posture utterly relaxed, and I had to say, his confident driving did something to me.

Made me want to make him be less in control.

"Because you sounded protected and entitled on the phone, exactly like a prince. And which person who actually has a hard time putting food on the table can just up and leave to get their tight little hole spread around just any dick for weeks in a row?"

Another flush whispered across his face while a soft whimper fell from his lips.

I instantly pounced on that. "You like me talking about your ass?"

He swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing.

"Yes," he breathed.

That simple admission made my dick stand to attention right away again. I wanted to hear it over and over, preferably when he was unable to move his hands, being spread out naked in front of me.

For a moment I stayed silent, allowing him to get his breathing back under control before I slid my hand across his thigh, very close to his jean-clad cock, and then asked, "If you could pick three things you can make come true—kink-wise—which would they be?"

His eyes widened, and he shot me another glance. "Only three?"

I nearly groaned, my cock demanding for us to find out all things on his mind.

"Three," I confirmed.

He hesitated for a long moment, clearly picking through all the options if the way his pulse sped up was anything to go by. "Safe to say I am into guys at least because I just look at you and want to strip you naked. And I liked touching my dick for you. So… Trying guys is off the list. Uhm…" He turned silent again, then, slowly, exhaled.

"Public sex, even if we kinda did that already, and… I want to be helpless, bound up and used as if… Oh God, this is so much easier when I say it to Paul."

I arched a brow. "Your bestie, I assume."

He nodded, then forced a smile. "It would be easy if he'd be ready to try anything, but he's just so fudging vanilla."

"Okay, public. Being used. And the third thing?"

Rhodes thought on that, then smiled. "Being naked in front of a group of men, coming with all of them watching?"

The thought alone, him being on his knees in front of me, naked, while others saw that he was mine… Things like that had never appealed to me, Dom-sub-relationships where one owned the other and all their pleasure, but right now I could see it.

Could see the little prince blushing all over his body, coming on a trembling breath while people watched him, saw him, were turned on by him—and yet wouldn't be allowed to touch because while he was mine to play with, I most certainly wouldn't share.

No matter what Rhodes thought about that.