Page 3 of Below The Surface
Dallas: later
Fuck. There’s no way I can sleep all hyped up on the experience. So I scroll through my phone to find my favorite hook up app. It’s been a while and I don’t normally go looking, but tonight I need to sink into someone. Hopefully, someone that doesn’t know who the fuck I am.
I don’t need anyone to run their mouth that they got fucked by Dallas Runer. My entire online persona is nice guy gym influencer. Not that it’s fake, I just don’t want people to think they can use my identity to blackmail me for wanting sex.
Why the fuck am I horny after... All that?
I swipe through the app until I land on someone ten minutes away. The screen name is a little silly, but who cares, the pics are gorgeous.
NEEDASCREENNAME: wanna host?
Fish_Are_Friends: sure ;)
He sends his address.
NEEDASCREENNAME: be there soon.
Fish_Are_Friends: I’ll be waiting
He sends me the code to get into his building. I google the building and it’s nice, so I probably shouldn’t show up in sweats and a t-shirt even if we’re about to fuck. I change into a nice pair of slacks and a button-up shirt. I stuff a few condoms in my pocket for good measure, then I’m on my way to Fish’s house. Why does my hallway smell like roses? I have no idea, but it’s nice.
Maybe I should have asked for Fish’s name. I contemplate driving, but he’s so close it seems silly. Plus, who is going to mess with someone that looks like me?
I’m not one of those overly muscled guys where you question if they have the full range of motions in their limbs, but I’m muscular. And tall, but average tall. Six one, not six five. I’m usually rocking some scruff, but I shaved this morning for a photo shoot in the gym.
I take the elevator to the sixth floor. The signs are confusing, and I loop around the damn tower until I find the right door. 69. Fitting, I’d say.
I lift a hand to knock, but the door opens first.
“You’re a whole damn meal.”
I drop my gaze to the gorgeousnakedman in front of me. Wet cropped red hair. Beautiful, deep brown eyes that hold the secrets of the world and water droplets still cling to his lashes. He must have just gotten out of the shower. Fuck me, those plush lips. Despite being shorter than me, I swear he takes up more room. When I don’t move, he yanks me into the apartment.
“Here are the rules,” he starts.
“What’s your name?”
“No names. But if you must call me something, you may call me Kay.”
“You sound like a fae character from a fantasy novel.”
“Perhaps I am.” He gives me a smirk and tugs me down. My eyes dart to his lips.
“No kissing.”
“What?”
“No. Kissing.” He crosses his arms together and shakes his head. “Too intimate. I’m just here to get fucked.”
“Okay. Okay. Doable,” I grumble. He has the most kissable mouth I’ve ever seen in my life.
He drops to his knees and we work on my belt together. “Condoms.”
I pull one from my back pocket.
He shakes his head. “Mycondoms.”
“That’s fine. I’m negative, though. My test results are?—”
