Quid Pro Quo (Market Garden, #1)(7)

Then he looked down at Jared, and the look in his eyes gave Jared goose bumps. “Time to turn up the heat, no?” Without waiting for a response, he sat up and pulled off his shirt.

Holy f*ck. Ripped abs, hairless except for that thin

treasure trail just peeking out of the top of his trousers, and Jared didn’t even care if the john hadn’t yet paid enough to watch him running his hands all over those smooth, sculpted muscles. Or tease Tristan’s nipples with the semi-sharp edge of a thumbnail, which made Tristan bite his lip and gasp.

Tristan grinned and reached for Jared’s groin. He rubbed

the heel of his hand down the shaft of Jared’s clothed cock, pressing in just hard enough to drive him insane. Then he went for Jared’s belt.

Jared wondered briefly if there was such a thing as death

by anticipation—if so, that was the likeliest outcome of what they were doing here. He very nearly stopped breathing when Tristan skilfully pulled the belt open, then backed up a little, leaned down, and oh dear God licked the skin just above the edge of Jared’s leather trousers, bending his back like a cat, pushing his arse out—for the john’s benefit, but anything that kept the man entertained and, above al , paying more was legit. More than legit. Welcome.

Tristan’s fingers were on his fly, pulled the buttons open, gingerly opened the fly and then—oh, f*ck—traced the pink tip of his tongue along Jared’s cock, still very much trapped 18

in his underwear. Just the contrast between the black and the pink and the white teeth as Tristan grinned like a devil was more than enough to drive Jared insane. Jared’s balls tightened.

He managed to shake his own fascination just for a

moment to touch and caress Tristan wherever he could reach him—shoulders, arms, chest, throat, anywhere at all as Tristan pulled his trousers down. Then, seemingly boneless, Tristan poured himself off the bed. He solidified and stood, and took off Jared’s boots and socks before he also pulled off the half-removed trousers and underwear.

This of course bared Jared to the john’s eyes, his very

aroused, very naked body just spread out on the bed without the protection of Tristan on top of him. And he completely held the man’s focus just now. At some point, Rolex had lost his jacket and opened another button of his shirt. He wore a white T-shirt underneath, which made him American with nearly one hundred per cent certainty.

He was leaning forward, hands on his knees, fingers in

front of his lips, as if he were forcing himself not to get up and get involved. “What do you think will happen?” the john asked Jared. “You look like you’re extremely hungry for cock.”

Tristan’s. Yeah. Jared gulped. “Yes, sir.” That was likely what he wanted to hear, and it was the only answer Jared could articulate anyway.

“Want to feel something big and hot in your ass, giving

you what you need?”

Usually, porno-style dirty talk just made Jared roll his

eyes, but Rolex’s suggestion made him shiver.

He licked his lips. “Yes, sir.”

“But only if I pay for it.” The john grinned. “If I don’t, nothing’s going to happen.”





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“You’re right about that.” Tristan glanced at the john as he undid his own trousers. “No f*cking until you pay.”

Rolex gave a quiet laugh. “Then we’ll see who holds out

longer, won’t we?”

“So we will.”

The two exchanged grins, the room completely silent

except for the jingle of Tristan’s belt, the creak of leather, and the zip of his fly.

Oh, f*ck you both, you relentless teases.

“Well.” The john sat back, hands folded in his lap. His

eyes darted towards his wallet, then back to Tristan’s eyes. “I like what I’m getting for my money so far. Please. Carry on.”

“Oh. We will.” Tristan slid off his trousers, and the john’s cool and flawless exterior faltered briefly as his gaze shifted to Tristan’s newly exposed, very erect, and very large cock. He pulled in a breath, and Tristan’s triumphant grin aroused Jared nearly as much as anything else he’d seen, touched, felt so far.

Clothes in one hand, Tristan stroked himself with the

other. Jared’s mouth watered. The john squirmed.

“Think it’ll be worth the price to see me put this to use?”

Tristan asked.

The john gulped. So did Jared. Oh, yes, he was getting

f*cked tonight.

Tristan draped his clothes over another chair, and then

came back to the bed where Jared waited. He was on top

again, hips pressed to Jared’s just like before, except they were naked now. Smooth, hot flesh against smooth, hot flesh. Hard cock against hard cock. His kiss was hungrier, more aggressive, or maybe that was just his response to Jared’s hungrier, more aggressive kiss. Jared grasped Tristan’s hair and kissed Tristan even harder as he pressed their cocks together.

More paper rustling. Christ, that didn’t take long.





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“Suck his cock.” The john’s voice was sharp and

commanding, but had a breathless, unsteady undercurrent.

His hand hit the table again, and Tristan looked, probably checking to make sure money had actually materialised.