...Evans leaned his head back against Mio’s shoulder.
“Look at me,” Mio said, but Evans felt utter devastation. As much as he wanted Mio and, yes, as much as he realized now he’d fallen in love with the man, his heart ached.
Mio was talking as he turned Evans around to face him, but Evans felt his world crashing…crumbling. His birth parents hadn’t wanted him, and now his lover, the one he thought could possibly be it, wanted…the whole world, apparently.
“You look so sad and that makes me unhappy. Please, Evans, please don’t be so sad.”
“I don’t know what to think,” Evans said finally as Mio kissed his eyes, his nose and mouth, kept whispering words of love in Spanish. Evans couldn’t breathe, couldn’t understand a quarter of what Mio said. He fought his own insecurities, squashing the waves of desire. And yet, when Evans looked down, his fingers entwined with Mio’s as if they belonged there. Mio kissed him as if they had always been together. Nobody had ever affected him this way and he wanted it so much he suddenly felt he would die without this man.
“Please, please give me a chance,” Mio said. “Let me show you how fun this can be. Let me love you.”
“I don’t know,” Evans said again, but his body betrayed him. Obviously schooled in the language of physical love, Mio lost no time in stripping Evans’s clothing and throwing off his elegant suit and shirt. He wore tight boxer briefs under his white suit. Evans once again marveled at his lover’s amazing body. He hadn’t seen him naked since they’d been in Miami. He dreamed of this man’s hard cock, his ripe, juicy balls. His hand cuffed Mio’s cock and it responded.
“You know how to touch me,” Mio said and surprised Evans by picking him up and carrying him to his bedroom. His mouth clamped down on Evans’s as if to silence any chance of protest. The room lay in darkness as Mio put him across the bed.
“Who did you fuck tonight?” he asked as Mio moved away from him. Evans felt he was close. Wow, he weaves such a spell on me. He couldn’t have got up and walked out if he wanted.
Mio struck a match and lit candles by the bed. Evans’s eyes adjusted to the light. He heard the crackle of wood wick and could smell tuberose. Mio leaned across the bed to light more candles on the other side.
Evans knew from the glass holders, the scent and the crackling that these were Dayna Decker candles. Each one retailed for around ninety dollars. Evans counted at least a dozen. The bedroom was a visual feast of silk, wall tapestries, large paintings, and the gorgeous man on the bed crawling across the cream silk duvet toward him. Mio’s hands came to Evans’s face and he resumed the potent kiss he’d started in the living room. He seemed to need Evans the way Evans needed him.
They began a long exploration of one another with their tongues. Evans could still feel Mio’s seed left in him from their torrid romp earlier in the day. He reached up his hands, no longer caring where Mio had been or who he had been with. He slid down Mio’s underpants and felt joy, swift, sorrowful, and consuming desire as Mio lowered his body to his.
“I missed you,” Mio said. His eyes seemed to burn as his knees parted Evans’s thighs. His cock sought for instant immersion and he powered into Evans with a cry. He fucked Evans the way he’d fucked him in Miami. It was more than lovemaking. It was supersonic. As he and Mio came together, he felt the way his lover gathered him in his arms and held him in his moment of release. Evans also felt a glimpse of something else.
He couldn’t shake the feeling that he was somehow Mio’s salvation.
“I have a question for you now,” Mio said.
“How do you know what a woman’s pussy smells like?”
The question struck Evans as so funny he laughed. “I fucked a couple of them…until I realized I was gay.”
“You’re not fucking other men?”
“No. Would you be jealous?”
“Of course I would.” Mio put another sensual kiss on his mouth. “I want you to think about making a couple of trips with me, as my companion. A couple of the guys like threesomes. We could fuck them together. They could not know we are lovers in real life…we would be there for them. They pay for everything.”
Evans couldn’t even respond. The idea of being a high-price call boy with his own private call boy was crazy. Just crazy...