Page 8 of Duped

A sexy smile slowly spread across Portland’s lips. “You’re really not the least bit worried about what dating me might look like, are you?”

Tarek shook his head. “There’s a lot you’re holding back. I see flashes of the real you here and there. I’m just waiting for that guy to appear on full display because I’m pretty sure I’ll love every second of it.”

Portland sat back in his chair, looking thoughtful. His gaze never wavered from Tarek. Tarek refused to look away. He wanted this. Being owned sounded a hell of a lot better than being loved. Love had driven him all the way to Atlantic City when the people who were supposed to love him the most proved it came with terms and conditions.

“Where is our fucking server? I’m ready to take you to bed.”

Tarek bit his bottom lip, fighting a sassy smile. Portland would be absolute fire in bed. Tarek couldn’t wait to see firsthand.

The hurt that had crossed Tarek’s features when he obviously realized who Court was still hurt Portland’s chest. He shouldn’t care. Portland had no idea why he did, but that pain meant jealousy. Goddamn. It felt amazing to be wanted. Not just sought after for his money and status, but fucking desired. Portland had thought he didn’t care about that bullshit, but goddamn. He wanted this. Tarek either wasn’t good at hiding his thoughts or he didn’t care who saw them. Portland didn’t have to guess at his intentions. Their attraction went both ways.

Breakfast had gone painfully slow. From the moment Court walked away and forced their discussion, Portland had forgotten anyone else existed. He had never been so close to screaming in frustration in his life. The drive to his place wasn’t much better. Traffic was lighter than usual and still nothing moved quickly enough. Tarek held his hand. He played with Portland’s fingers—like Portland wouldn’t destroy him if he betrayed him.

The gate to his property slid open as Portland approached. He didn’t imagine Tarek would be impressed, considering where he lived. Still, Portland couldn’t resist turning his head to check Tarek’s reaction to his home. He found Tarek staring at him. The breath froze in his lungs. His dark eyes were sexy. He bled sensuality. Portland didn’t know if he would make it. He was hard already from just thinking about Tarek’s lithe body beneath him.

He pulled into the garage. His patience stretched thinner by the second. Tarek stepped out without waiting for him, as if he too couldn’t take much more of this. Portland motioned toward the door that led to the mudroom. When Tarek reached it, Portland molded against his back. He kissed Tarek’s nape, lingering when Tarek dropped his chin to his chest, giving him better access. Chill bumps rose beneath his lips, mesmerizing him and making him want more. His hands found Tarek’s hips before moving up and beneath his shirt. He kept going, pushing Tarek’s shirt higher until he peeled it from Tarek’s body. More goosebumps rose beneath his fingertips as he dropped the shirt and skimmed his fingers down Tarek’s torso. Portland’s lips wouldn’t budge from Tarek’s skin. He smelled too perfect.

Portland popped the button on Tarek’s jeans. “I’ve never wanted to fuck someone so badly against a door in my life.”

Tarek took a ragged breath, somehow making Portland even harder. His every reaction to Portland was one hundred percent genuine. There was no way he could fake the way his body responded. Portland’s head was all over the place. He craved a million things he never expected. Portland had feared himself more times than he wanted to admit. He had never been as scared as he was in that moment of how far he would go.

Portland reached past Tarek and set his finger on the fingerprint scanner, unlocking the door. “But I want you bent over my bed, biting my sheets even more.”

“Oh, God.”

A wicked smile pulled at Portland’s lips at the words. He could show a little patience. Tarek would be worth it in the end. He urged Tarek inside and shuffled him down the hall. His gaze slid past all the rich furnishings and art he had amassed over the years, trying desperately to buy happiness. Portland’s mind was in one place: inside Tarek. The bright early afternoon sun poured through his bedroom window, brightening the place more than having the lights on. Portland was good with that. He wanted to inspect every inch of the body he intended to buy, and Portland fully planned to buy Tarek. Portland would shower the guy with so many gifts, he’d never leave. That was all Portland had going for him.

He worked on divesting Tarek of his clothes as he shuffled him toward the bed. Portland kissed and bit Tarek’s shoulders and neck, keeping him ready to go. Before he could bend Tarek over the bed, as promised, Tarek spun and captured his mouth. He came at Portland hot and wild while tearing at Portland’s clothes. Portland lifted his arms and twisted, doing whatever move was needed for Tarek to get him nude. When Tarek’s fingers encircled Portland’s overly sensitive cock, Portland nearly blew.

“Please. I want it.”

The neediness in Tarek’s plea broke something in Portland’s brain. He had missed this in his life. Every day, he felt the lack. The problem was not just anyone would do. Portland wasn’t interested in subpar sex with someone as bored by life as him. He needed someone like Tarek. Someone who hadn’t tried everything twice and some things a million times. He needed to taste the freshness of the moment on Tarek’s innocent skin.

Portland lifted Tarek from his feet and tackled him on the bed. He wasted no time finding the lube and a condom. Portland kissed Tarek’s stomach as he lubed his asshole. His self-restraint had reached its limit. Portland wanted to do all the things that would have Tarek coming back for more. His back teeth were already on the verge of cracking from him clenching his jaw.

Tarek grabbed his chin and forced Portland to meet his stare. He spoke through clenched teeth. “Stop teasing. Inside me. Now.”

Portland might have laughed if he hadn’t been so aroused. Teasing? Portland felt like he had barely touched Tarek. He definitely hadn’t given the guy an ounce of foreplay. What kind of men had Tarek slept with that he didn’t even realize that? Still, Portland couldn’t disobey. He might not last if he tried anything else. Next time, he would take his time and show Tarek exactly how much pleasure his body could bring. For now, he surged upward, captured Tarek’s mouth, and shoved his way inside.

Tarek cried out.

Portland froze. He saw stars. Tarek was tight. He nearly broke Portland. He was so focused on not immediately blowing, it took him a second to realize the reason Tarek’s body gripped him so tightly was because he came.

Damn. Portland stared down at him in wonder. He was the most responsive person Portland had ever seen. Tarek writhed beneath him like he couldn’t get enough. The sounds he made kept Portland frozen. He had to memorize every second. Then his own needs took control, except something inside him calmed. He savored Tarek. Portland kissed him slowly and sweetly while rocking inside him. Their fingers linked as Portland made love to Tarek. He wanted Tarek to remember every second. The way Portland would relive this day a million times.

An itch began at the base of Portland’s spine. His motions quickened. Tarek felt amazing on his cock. Portland didn’t want to blow. Not yet. His body didn’t care about his mind’s desires. The spring inside him wound tighter. His breathing quickened. He pressed his forehead against Tarek’s shoulder and squeezed his eyes closed.

“Fuck. You feel too good. I want to stay here all day, but you’re killing me.”

Tarek tensed for half a second and then came again. It was so unexpected, it pulled an orgasm from Portland.

Portland sucked air and rode the waves. He tried breathing through the powerful orgasm. Portland never would have suspected Tarek for one of those guys who only needed a light touch. He could probably use some orgasm denial, but Portland loved how easily he gave Tarek two orgasms. Now he wanted to see how many he could give the guy in one night.

“Sorry. I told you it’s been a while.” Tarek’s teeth chattered on the apology.

Portland went from flying high to scrambling to calm Tarek.

His body shook. “Sorry,” he said again. “I don’t know what’s happening to me.”

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