Lexington Black (15 page)

'Um, don't you need to get changed?'

Caressa ruffled his hair indulgently and
sighed. 'You have so much to learn, sweetheart, and your lessons
start right now.'

Rob and I swapped "oh well" looks and
obediently followed as she cut an elegant swathe through the crowd,
picking up friends on the way. As ever, my limo driver was waiting
in a side street, ready for my call. He appeared within
seconds.

'Oh, I so love having wealthy friends,'
Caressa sighed as the doors closed around us, locking us away from
the madness of the streets. She patted Rob's knee. I was happy to
watch them. Rob seemed dazed, as if he had been hypnotised by a
charming snake.

Caressa poured my champagne into my glasses,
handed them round to everyone and toasted us all. 'To new friends
and infinite possibilities!' We clinked glasses and drank. 'So,
darling, what are you going to do in this illustrious city,
hmmm?'

'Well, I'll be writing a lot of the time, but
I've got a few things I'd like to do. Museums ...'

Caressa threw up her hands in horror. 'Dull!
Dull! Dull! I can see you need taking in hand. There's Atlantic
City if you want to gamble, Cape May if you want to see the coast.
Oh, and they also have a nudist beach. We'll have to go there. The
fishermen wear nothing but leather straps around their waists to
support their huge fishing rods. Watching them wrestle with an
enormous fish is quite eye-opening.'

'Well, I ...'

'Or if you want to be really naughty, we need
to take you to Provincetown. That's Cape Cod. It's a drive but it's
definitely worth a visit.' She looked craftily at me. 'It would be
quite an education for you, my dear. Wouldn't it, Lex?'

I could see where this was going, and knew I
needed to have a stern talk with Caressa later. I didn't want Rob
scared off by being smothered in fucking fairy dust. Caressa caught
my look and her face fell.

'And there's always Coney Island. I'm always
trying to persuade Lex to take me and he won't, the spoilsport.'
She pouted and looked downcast.

'What's at Coney Island?'

'Only the most famous rollercoaster in the
world, sweetheart. And lots of other vomit-inducing rides.'

'I love rollercoasters,' Rob said
enthusiastically. 'The scarier the better.'

So he was an adrenaline junkie, which was
something I hadn't expected. Caressa pounced immediately, squealing
and clapping her hands.

'Perfect! We'll go on Friday. You'll be
desperate for a day off from all that hot n' heavy sex you'll be
having for the next two days.' She shot a triumphant look at me as
her companions whooped knowingly. Rob opened his mouth and shut it
again. His face was scarlet.

'Thank you. That will be great,' he said
faintly.

I grabbed Caressa's arm and led her away to
the bar.

'What the hell are you doing?'

Her eyes widened innocently. 'Nothing,
darling. I just want to show our adorable friend a good time whilst
you're at work, that's all.'

I opened my mouth to say that Rob was my
friend, not hers, but stopped myself just in time, remembering we
were no longer at Melville Hall. 'Don't say we were at school
together,' I said tightly. 'In fact, don't tell him anything about
me, even if he asks. Just say you don't know. Okay?'

'Okay!' She pulled her arm away and rubbed
it. 'Meanie. Just remember the more lies you tell, the more trouble
you'll be in when he finds out.'

'He isn't going to find out.' I walked away
before I said something I would later regret. Caressa knew how much
was at stake for me. Going in hot with her would be a fatal error
she would make me pay for later.

All evening, I stayed by Rob's side. He
seemed content with my arm slung casually around his neck. I felt
the thrill of him pressing his leg against mine from hip to ankle.
Every touch he instigated sent my libido into overdrive.

'You're cock-blocking him,' Caressa said
disapprovingly to me when he went to the bathroom.

'The only cock-blocker at this table is you,'
I retorted. I had agreed to introduce Rob to Caressa and her
friends on the first night because otherwise it was just putting
off the inevitable, but now I was eager to get Rob on his own
again.

Just before midnight, he fell asleep at the
table, narrowly avoiding plunging his face into the remains of his
noodles. I paid up and called Ty, my chauffeur, and within a few
minutes we were saying goodbye to Caressa and her friends, and
travelling back to 5th Avenue. Rob fell asleep again on my
shoulder. I didn't get any sense out of him until Ty drove into the
underground parking lot beneath my apartment building.

I hauled Rob to the elevator and pressed the
button for the 49th floor, my arm around his waist to stop him
falling over. I had long given up hope of getting any action that
night, and I was happy just to have his arms wrapped around my neck
and his head resting on my chest. My heart squeezed at the sight of
him in the mirror, long lashes sweeping his cheeks. I was totally
in love with this man, which was crazy as we hardly knew each
other. I didn't want to lose him, yet I knew one day I would. The
thought hurt like a red-hot knife being plunged into my heart.

'I'm so tired,' he whispered. 'Sorry,
Lex.'

I killed the wretched word with my lips. When
the doors opened I scooped him up and bore him back to his
apartment. I found his keys and let us in, then carried him to the
bed.

He really was a beautiful man, lean forearms,
slender build, striking heart-shaped face with high cheekbones. He
didn't look like an Englishman but maybe someone of Russian
heritage, his dark eyes flashing with humour when they weren't
drooping closed with fatigue. I felt my heart beating faster, the
hunger rising. I tried not to look at him as I eased his jeans over
his hips, even though the smell of warm musk made my nostrils flare
again. He was wearing blue trunks and filled them very nicely. The
temptation to peel them away and suck that sweet cock into my mouth
was almost overwhelming.

His eyes flickered open. He coiled heavy arms
around my neck and pulled me down towards him.

'Stay,' he murmured.

To me there was nothing quite as enticing as
a sleepy, horny man. I wasn't going to waste time asking if he was
sure. He squirmed and hooked his fingers in the waistband of his
trunks, lifting his hips towards me as he slid them downwards. His
fingers idled over his balls and toyed with his cock, which had
begun to stiffen.

'Don't leave now,' he murmured. 'I want you,
Lex.'

Those words were like cocaine to my cock. As
I fell into his arms our kisses were voracious, as if making up for
the dry few weeks we had been apart. His limbs were smooth and
silken, drawing me hard against him as he plundered my mouth.

Oh Rob, you angel
, I thought, moving
down his body to devour him. His cock was musky and tight in my
mouth, his fingers tangled in my hair. The hot little sounds
emanating from his throat were the sexiest I had heard for a long
time. Fully awake now, he panted my name, over and over, in time
with the pumping of his hips. This time, I allowed him to hold me
down, filling my mouth with his spunk as he came. His semen was
nectar on my tongue and as I moved up his body to share it with
him, his mouth was already open, ready to receive my slippery,
spunk-drenched kiss.

Then, having lubricated his lips, he moved
slowly, gracefully down the bed, leaving a moist trail with his
tongue down the centre of my body, down to where my cock reared up,
ready for him. I almost wept at the beautiful sight of his lips
wrapping around my shaft. I bit my lip, hoping the pain would stop
me from shooting too soon but it was no use. Weeks of waiting, and
the sight and feel of his deliciously warm, sensuous body were too
much. I came with a deep groan, spurting deep in his throat,
holding his head so my cock stayed deep inside his mouth. I could
feel his throat working around my cock as he swallowed my load,
prolonging my orgasm until I sagged in a heap on the bed, all
energy sucked out of me.

He drew away and snuggled next to me, his
head on my shoulder. The air-conditioning in the apartment was
cool, so I drew the duvet up around us both and we fell into a
deep, satisfied sleep.

The insistent chirp of a mobile phone roused
Rob into wakefulness. Still half-asleep, he listened as Lex talked
quietly next to him. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, his
free hand massaging his temple. From what Rob could hear, the
conversation wasn't a good one.

Eventually, Lex cut the call and turned to
him.

'How's your head this morning?'

Rob laughed ruefully. 'I guess I wasn't a
bundle of laughs last night. I've forgotten how to party.'

Lex dropped a kiss on his lips. 'I'm not
complaining. Caressa was duly impressed, and she's a hard woman to
please.'

Oh yes, the drag queen. The only thing he
could remember about the evening before, apart from the copious
amounts of alcohol he had unwisely consumed, was texting Geri from
the bowels of some nightclub, saying,

OMFG I'm dancing with a drag queen called
Caressa!!!!!

Then he remembered his agreement to go with
her to Coney Island the following day.
No more cocktails for
you
, he thought ruefully. 'What's the time?'

'Nearly eight.' Lex sighed heavily. 'That
call was to tell me my father's had a fall. Of all the frigging
times...'

Rob heard the frustration in Lex's voice.
'I'm sorry to hear that. Is he okay?'

'There's some issue with his nursing staff. I
need to go down there and sort it out. I'll do what I have to do
and get back as soon as I can. I'm sorry, Rob...'

'I'll be fine,' Rob tried to reassure him.
'You need to look after him and I want to get started on my
book.'

'I feel as if I'm abandoning you, having
brought you over here.'

'I'm here to work, remember? It's fine. Your
dad needs you.'

Over a typical New York breakfast of bagels,
lox and strong coffee, Rob tried to make Lex feel better, but he
was still gloomy when he finally left him to get ready for his
trip. On the way down to the limousine, he stopped off again at
Rob's apartment.

'Come up to the apartment tomorrow night.
I've had this pool party planned for ages but Caressa's going to
host it if I'm late back. I organised it to introduce her to a
potential mate.'

'You're sure you'll be back by then? Take as
long as you need. Your father is more important than any pool
party.'

'I wouldn't even be going if I had a choice.
The old bastard doesn't need me anyway. He just wants to make my
life difficult.'

Rob made a mental note to ask him more about
his relationship with his surviving parent when he returned. 'I
hope he's okay.'

'Thanks. He's getting the best care money can
buy. Or I thought he was.' There was a pause. 'I'd rather be there
with you.'

'I know,' Rob said softly, stroking his face.
Lex caught his hand and kissed the palm inside.

'I'm going to ream your ass until you can't
see straight,' he said hoarsely, and kissed him hard one last
time.

After he left, Rob went back to lie on the
bed. He felt as if he had been thrown into a cultural
washing-machine and had come out every colour of the rainbow. The
sights and sounds of the night before, the people he had met, the
gay culture of one of the most vibrant cities in the world and the
ferocious attraction he had for Lex were all riotous splashes of
colour thrown hazardously together like a Pollack painting.

He had been glad when Lex didn't immediately
want to stick his tongue down his throat on their first meeting in
the club. It would have signified that Rob was there for sex,
nothing more, and that Lex wanted nothing more from him. He would
have been there as Lex's plaything, his property, and that wasn't
what Rob wanted at all. He liked the reticent side to Lex, the hint
of humility that showed he had weaknesses. They were equal, as far
as Rob was concerned. Time would tell whether Lex felt the same
way.

Any further rational thought was difficult
with a massive erection slapping against his stomach. He wrapped
his fingers around his cock, aware of the smell of arousal
emanating from the moist warmth of his balls. He breathed in his
own aroma, his eyes closed as he jerked off. There was something
totally decadent about pleasuring himself with the drapes pulled
back and the cityscape just beyond his window. He took his time,
slowly building a scenario in which Lex would walk back into the
apartment and find him, cock in hand. He pictured Lex in a dark
suit, wearing a half-smile as he slipped the jacket from his
shoulders, unfastened his shirt, unzipped his trousers to let his
own huge erection thrust through the opening...

Too soon, warm jizz landed on his chest as he
thought of Lex, still half-dressed, forcing his way into him, the
desperation on his face and the overwhelming need to claim him
flying out of control. The vision prolonged his orgasm until he was
drained, still pulsing, yet nothing coming out. He was spent.

His mobile began to buzz again. Still weak
from his orgasm, Rob picked it up.

'Are you working yet?' Lex asked.

'Uh, no.' Rob blinked to clear his
vision.

'You didn't go back to bed, did you?'

'I've just jerked off thinking about
you.'

There was a clatter, then Lex's slightly
shaken voice. 'Sorry, I dropped the phone. Don't for get that Ty
will take you wherever you want to go. His number is on your
phone.'

'Got it. Thanks.'

'You're worth it. Cock-teasing bastard.' The
connection cut. Rob stared at his phone, grinning like an ape for a
full minute.