Ugly Hearts

PROLOGUE

HE slammed me against the door and then his hands masterfully traveled around my body. He claimed and devoured my lips as if his life depended on it. His kisses were intoxicating...addictive. I got so lost in the sensation that all I could do was moan. He marked every inch of me like it was his most valued possession.

I couldn't say anything. Hell, I couldn't even describe the kind of emotion he was making me feel.

I've never felt like that before. It was too much... too overwhelming but I didn't want him to stop. I just wanted him to give me more, make me feel more and glorify my body for as long as he could.

I didn't want him to stop no matter how wrong it was.

I already neglected people's opinions long time ago. Their standards of right doings has never made me happy. This, being wrapped in his arms while we're kissing each other fervently, was making me happy.

"Shit, Trent. You're making me so fuckin' hard," he uttered while giving his full attention to my neck.

"Go on. Don't stop, Marco."

"You want this, huh?" he playfully asked with a smirk and then grabbed my cock underneath my jeans. "Like that?"

"I love it," was my weak response.

I no longer have the energy to form a sentence or even a coherent word. I was so lost in his touch and kisses. I felt like burning and melting at the same time.

He held my hand and led me to his bedroom. He turned on the lights and I was welcomed by the sight of growing lust in his eyes. His eyes was filled with flaming passion.

I sat on the edge of the bed and looked at him unbuttoning his polo. He looked so damn sexy as he removed his clothes without breaking our eye contact. His intense stares were drowning me. It was making me crazy.

I gulped when I saw his lean and muscular body. He has a body any woman or gay would want to taste. He was well-chiseled, his muscles were well-defined and he has an eight-pack abs to die for!

I couldn't help but bite my lips while looking at his body.

"Like the view?" he teased.

"Totally."

"Now I want you to get naked so I could fuck your brains out."

He sounded so rough. The term he used should have offended me, but instead, it turned me on even more. He has never made me believe that we could have a relationship outside his bedroom. He didn't give me any signals that would make me think otherwise. He didn't give me false hopes or sugar-coated lies. He made it very specific and clear since day one. He didn't promise anything aside from a very active, sensual, exciting and satisfying sex life. Nothing more, nothing less.

I liked it.

I liked the fact that we could satisfy each other's sexual needs without commitments. I really liked him as a person. He looked exactly like the person who has left a very huge hole in my heart. But it doesn't mean that I would want him to replace that person in my life. No, I only needed him to fulfill my sexual needs and fantasies. He was like a spice to my bitter life.

Marco stared at me while I took my clothes off. His face was full of adoration and the smile he gave me was very malicious. I didn't feel any kind of shame. I just let him stare at my naked body like it was a work of art. I liked the idea that my nakedness was turning him on.

"Is this okay?" I asked.

"More than okay."

He licked his lips and took a step forward. For a second, I thought he was going to kiss me again. But a knock on the door stopped him.

"Are you expecting someone?"

"Wait here. I want you to kneel right now and when I come back, you'll give me the best blowjob you can ever give. Do you understand?"

"Y-yeah."

He loved role playing. Marco reminded me of the very famous Christian Grey because of his obsession on control and dominance. He wanted to me to be the submissive. I was supposed to pleasure him and submit to his sexual urges. I didn't mind, though. I was willing to please him in any way.

I knelt when he stepped out of the room. I anticipated for him to come back and put his huge dick inside my mouth. I've already planned to lick it teasingly before sucking it roughly.

I heard noises in the living room which made my heart thump. What was happening? I was about to check it out when the door opened. To say that I was shocked would be an understatement. Marco went back to the room... with a woman! And they were kissing each other passionately!

What the fuck?

It only took me a few seconds to recognize the woman he was kissing. I stood up and decided to speak.

"Kara?"

They stopped kissing and turned their attention to me.

"Oh, Trent. You're here." She laughed and pulled me for a hug. "Hi! It's nice to see you!"

"W-what are you doing here?" I asked in a confused tone as I broke free from her hug.

"The same reason why you're here," she casually replied.

"I-I don't understand."

"I'm also here for sex." She sounded nonchalant as if it was no big deal.

I turned to Marco and gave him a questioning look. I was lost. What the hell was happening here? I don't understand anything.

"Don't be so surprised. You know how much I like adventures," Marco simply said.

"Adventures?"

"Yeah. I'm really not into regular kinds of sex. I have very specific sexual needs, just so you'll know."

"I-I don't understand."

"I want to fuck you while I fuck her."

Flabbergasted wasn't even enough to describe what I felt that very moment. My eyes widened and I was rendered speechless. My brain refused to function and understand what he just said.

"Did you mean..."

"I want the two of you at the same time."

"In short, threesome!" Kara added enthusiastically.

I stepped back and stared at them. How could they talk about threesome so naturally? Was it something ordinary for them?

No, no. I can't do that. I won't.

"I'm sorry, I didn't sign up for this," I replied with conviction and then started to pick up my clothes on the floor.

I wanted to get out of Marco's condo unit. I wanted to be as far from them as possible. They were disgusting. What did they think of me? I wasn't innocent and I've done a lot of terrible things in the past. But I couldn't do what they wanted me to do. It was too much. I was all for adventures but I didn't like their definition of it.

Marco suddenly put his hands on my shoulders and then massaged it. I stiffened because I was turned on again. I heaved a deep sigh and did all my best to push him away.

"Stay away from me!"

"Your body says otherwise," he confidently said.

"If you think you can convince me to have threesome with you, then you're wrong. That's not going to happen, Marco. Never."

"You haven't even tried it and you're already saying no?"

"I don't need to try it to know that I'm not going to like it. I know myself, Marco. I know what I want and threesome isn't one of them. If you want to have sex with me, fine. If you want a no-strings-attached relationship, I can give you that. But you have to make her leave. Now, if you'd prefer to fuck her instead of me, then I'd gladly step out of this room and let you do your thing. You can't have both of us in one bed."

"Why not?"

"Because sex is designed for two people."

"Says who?"

"Come on, Marco. That's common knowledge."

"Are you really going to let that stupid common knowledge stop you from exploring your sexual desires? Don't you want to try something new?"

"No!"

"You'll never regret this, Trent."

"I already said no."

"Let's do it once. Just once, okay?" He cupped my face and looked at me. His deep stares seemed to compel me. "If you still don't like it, then we're not going to do it again. But please give it a try, at least. For me."

"But..." My resolve was slowly falling apart because of his stare and his tone. Damn it, why did I have to be so weak?

"You want to please me, right?"

I slowly nodded as an unexpected surge of excitement ignited inside my body. It filled me with an overwhelming amount of libido, enough to make me pull him and kiss him passionately.

Fine. I just have to give it a try, right? There's nothing to lose, anyway.

But what if it would make things more complicated?

Where would this night lead me?

Did I make the right decision?