CHAPTER 5 A NIGHT TO FORGET

Ethan's POV

I slumped over the bar, beer swinging in hand. The dim lighting and smooth jazz playing in the background did little to calm my racing thoughts. My mind was a web of worries, each one tangled with the next like a knot that refused to come undone.

First it was my family. The business needed me but I needed my freedom. I wasn't interested in it at all.

Second was my love life. It was from one mess to another. Then came Liam. A well wrapped time bomb, waiting to explode. I didn't need to be told, he was a trouble that needed to be avoided at all cost yet I was uncontrollably drawn to him.

And then there was my arranged marriage to Diana. I had always known an arranged marriage was likely to come since I was a teenager, but that didn't make it any easier to accept. I felt like a pawn in a game of chess, played by elites, with no say in my own future.

I signaled the bartender for another round, hoping to drown my problems in the bottom of the glass. As I waited for my drink to arrive, I noticed a man sitting at the end of the bar, eyeing me with interest.

The man was tall and lean, with piercing dark eyes and chiseled features. I felt a flutter in my chest as our gazes met, but I quickly looked away, not wanting to encourage the stranger. He reminded me of Ethan.

However, the man seemed unmoved at my hostility. He got up from his stool and walked over to me, his movements smooth and confident.

"Mind if I join you?" He asked, nodding toward the empty stool beside me.

I shrugged, not feeling up to a conversation. "It's a free country."

The man smiled and sat down, signaling the bartender for a drink. "I'm Anthony." He extended his hand.

I took it, feeling a jolt of electricity as our palms touched. "Ethan."

We chatted for a while, exchanging small talk and getting to know each other. I found myself feeling more and more at ease in Anthony's presence, which was strange, considering I barely knew the guy.

As the night wore on, my worries began to slip away, helped by the whiskey and Liam's charming smile. I couldn't remember the last time I'd felt this carefree, this alive. I was light. I knew I was drunk but who cares?

At some point, Anthony suggested we take the party elsewhere. I agreed, and we stumbled out of the bar, arms around each other's shoulders.

He flagged down a cap and we stumbled into the back seat, latching onto each other, tongues in each other's mouth.

"Where are you headed....gentlemen?" The driver took a look at us from his rearview mirror. Anthony quickly gave the address and returned back to sucking my lower lips.

He reached down for my zipper, pulling it down and slipping his hands in to stroke my hard already hard cock. My hands were spread on his chest, rubbing and feeling every inch of skin. His well chiseled chest felt hard in my palms and when I rubbed his nipples, he moaned into my mouth. I wanted to have him right there. Thankfully, the taxi came to a stop and Anthony paid the fair. I winced at the lack of contact but I knew we had to find our way to the room first.

On getting there, we opened the door in a frenzy, taking off our shirts and kissing deeply and wildly.

"You're so fuckin sweet." Our trousers were down in a jiffy, followed by our boxer briefs.

We made our way to the bed, lips still connected. I fell on my back and he laid atop me. I stretched out my hands and grabbed his balls, squeezing it in my hands and earning a satisfactory moan from him. He enjoyed it.

I kept squeezing and occasionally brushing against his tip which only earned more moans. He lifted up my left leg and hung it on his arm, his elbow and my knee connected. Then, he pushed into me and I gasp. He was huge and I was tight as usual but soon, my body adjusted, welcoming his full size. He banged into furiously as though we had an issue to settle. I welcomed him, rocking my hips to match his rhythm. He was as fast as a horse and I knew too damn well how to ride a horse and hoe to ride it fast. He kept pushing into me till we both reached our peak.

He pulled out of me, grabbed my cock and pushed it into his mouth. Just like that, my whole cock disappeared, buried in his warm mouth. He moved up and down, making me forget all about Liam. This was nothing compared to the little Liam and I shared. I'd pay to have this everyday.

We took turns tossing and turning on the bed, entering into one another both doggy and missionary position. I can't remember how long we fucked, but it was a long night.

I couldn't recall my problems but I did recall feeling a sense of excitement, of freedom, as I surrendered to my desires.

Morning soon came, and with it, the bright rays of sunlight that seemed to burn out all the aldol in me. As I slowly came opened my eyes, my memories of the night before were foggy. Not even a lead except for a throbbing behind that seemed to have had such a perfect time. I was lying in a strange bed, with no recollection of how I'd gotten there. I moved my head from left to right trying to figure out where I was but I realized I was in a strange land. The tangled bedspread was a proof that it had been a rough night.

As I sat up, rubbing my temples, my phone buzzed on the nightstand. I reached over and picked it up, wincing at the bright light.

There was a text from Liam Thompson: "I really enjoyed our night together. Hope to see you at the company today."