"Huh?"
"Good boy," Othello said softly, and Des wasn't sure if he had been drugged by the man's lips. However, he couldn't hold on to that thought because Othello pressed their mouths together. Othello expertly pulled, played, and teased his lips and tongue. Des's arms circled Othello's neck, deepening their kiss. Othello lifted Des off his seat and sat him on the counter. He groaned, feeling the man's large hands slip under his shirt, caressing his skin, moving toward his chest, and tweaking his nipples. He reached back down and grasped his waist. Othello pulled his shirt to the side as he trailed kisses down to his shoulder, then to his nipple. Des hissed, grasping the back of Othello's head, keeping his lips on the sensitive nubs.
"Othello, I want."
Othello raised his head, and Des opened his eyes, connecting with sweet amber. He was feeling dazed.
"What do you want?" he asked in a husky tone.
"Do I need to say it?"
"I need to hear it, Doc."
"I want you to fuck me and make me—" He licked his lips because it stopped him from saying yours. Because that was how he felt when he was with Othello, even when they tried to be friends. "—Feel good."
Othello smiled, and Des found it very charming, then lifted him off the counter. Des wrapped his legs around his waist. "Let's take this elsewhere. There's something I want to teach you."
"Oh, really?"
Othello kissed him again. "Yeah."
Just as they were about to walk into the bedroom, there was a knock on the door. They both remained still. Des was hoping whoever it was would go away, but he was sorely mistaken when there was another knock, this time more forcefully, that seemed like they were banging on it. Othello set him on his feet and stepped back.
"Go to the bedroom and wait there. Don't come out. I'm pretty sure it's someone from my family, and I'm not ready for you to meet them."
"Are you hiding me? Or ashamed of..."
"Get that thought out of your head right now," Othello cut him off. "I'm just not ready to share what this is yet. I want us to have time together before they start filling your head with craziness. Especially my folks, who've been begging me to start dating."
Des stared into Othello's eyes, seeking the truth. He was certain the man was telling the truth, so he leaned in and kissed him. "Get rid of them quickly."
"I will. Now go."
Des nodded and walked into the bedroom, pulling the sash on the curtain, letting it fall, and blocking the bedroom's view. He sat on the chair close to the window, looking out as a thought came to him. He had been infatuated with Othello since they met but had never done any research on him. Des reached for hisphone, realizing he had left it in the living room when he heard Othello's voice.
"You came here to talk to me about that fucker Roderigo? This conversation could have been a damn phone call."
SCENE II
OTHELLO
"Itried calling you, but you didn't answer."
Othello pinched the bridge of his nose. He couldn't believe Iago had shown up at his home to ruin what was going to be the best after-breakfast fuck to talk to him about the asshat, Roderigo.
"Did you really have to do that to him?" Iago said.
Othello glared at his brother. "I simply gave him the same lesson he was trying to give to Lucy. Maybe next time he enters my establishment, he'll remember the damn rules."
"Why are you bothered if he smacks up some whore?" Iago snapped.
"Don't call her that," Othello growled. "Lucy makes me more money in one hour just smiling at the clients than anyone else in that club."
"Your defense of her makes it sound like you have feelings for her," Iago said in a calmer voice.
"And you're overthinking things, as always. Lucy and I are strictly professional." It was so professional that Othello considered giving her a managerial position. Lucy was much more than an escort. She kept all the others in line when he wasn't around. It was time he gave her a glow-up. It would help her and her five-year-old son.
"Speaking of which, when are you going to give him back his club? Haven't you done more than enough?"
