Chapter 5: Lustful Fantasies

Marco’s POV

3 Months Later

"Who would have thought you could be such an amazing bottom." Even as I drove inside Fabio’s asshole, I could not help but comment. "Just look... you take me so well."

"Shut up!" he retorted, sounding angry, but the way he rolled his eyes gave him away entirely. He was loving every second of it.

"Oh, yeah." I made a deep, deliberate thrust and paused, hovering right on that sweet spot that always turned his legs to jelly. "Say you like it when I fuck you, and I might just listen."

"I said... ah fuck!" His complaint muffled into a ragged moan once I nudged that sensitive spot again. "Yes... I love it when you do that... Yes, just like that."

I gave him exactly what he wanted. Since when was sex this good? Well, ever since Fabio happened, nothing else compared. I drove hard into him, feeling the delicious, warmth of my climax building up. Just as I was about to slip over the edge into ninth heaven, the devil ripped the rug out from under me.

"Chen! If you don’t get your ass up right now, I’ll kill you!"

Tony’s voice shattered the illusion, yanking me violently out of the best erotic dream of my life.

I groaned, burying my face in my hands out of pure frustration. "What now? Couldn’t you have waited for at least one minute more?" Just one minute to indulge in the absolute perfection of cumming inside Fabio. I bit my lower lip as Fabio’s face flashed through my mind; the way he looked back at me while I was taking him, the breathless way he begged for more.

"I don’t care what wet dream you were having, get your bloody ass out here right now. We are almost late!"

I swear, if someone had handed me a loaded gun at that exact second, I would have ended Tony without blinking.

"I told you not to sign me up tonight," I complained into the mattress, ready to crawl right back under the covers.

But this absolute menace of a friend wouldn’t let up. Despite all my curses and thrashing, he grabbed a handful of my hair, hauled me upright, and practically shoved me toward the bathroom.

"If you are not done in five minutes, I’ll barge in there and clean your ass myself!" Tony shouted through the wood.

"You wouldn’t dare!" I hollered back, slamming the door shut and clicking the lock. I knew him well enough not to test that threat.

Ten minutes later, I was once again being dragged out of the house by my hair.

"Goddammit, Tony! Have some mercy on my hair. Do you want me to go bald?" I slapped his hand away and leapt back, right into the path of a shiny, terrifyingly gorgeous... No, let me rephrase that. A motherfucking masterpiece of a motorbike.

"Holy shit! Is this..." I lost my voice for a second, pure excitement bubbling up in my chest. "...a fucking Aprilia RSV4?" 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ

"Yes," Tony smirked, tossing me the keys. "And you get to ride the baby all night."

"Damn!"

All right. Tony actually scored points this time. I swung my leg over the bike, fired up the engine, and let the roar of the exhaust vibrate straight through me. This thing was an absolute beast.

"See you later, bitches!" I yelled over the engine, twisting the throttle and speeding off into the night.

***

The racing track was already packed and roaring with life when I pulled up, the main event about to begin. It was a one-on-one showdown, and losing simply wasn’t in my vocabulary. Me plus the Aprilia equaled an automatic win. I knew how to handle this machine inside and out.

My opponent was some guy whose name wasn’t even worth remembering. Once the green light flashed, we were neck-and-neck. Not because he was actually keeping up with my skill, mind you- I just enjoyed watching him sweat, pushing himself to the absolute limit trying to stay ahead.

With less than thirty seconds left on the clock before the finish line, I finally opened up the throttle.

A clean victory. Exactly as predicted.

I rolled past the screaming crowd chanting my name and steered the bike outside changing rooms. The second I pushed through the door, I plowed straight into someone’s chest.

"Sorry," I muttered automatically, stepping back and looking up. "Ethan?"

It was him. The exact same guy from three months ago- the one I’d almost hooked up with before things... you know.

"Marco!" Ethan greeted, his eyes widening in surprise. "What in the world are you doing here?"

"Well," I said, casually lifting my helmet off to show him, "had a race."

"Did you win?"

"I never lose." If pure arrogance had a face, it would undeniably be mine.

Ethan chuckled, shaking his head. "You sound so much like Fabio."

Not Fabio again. That man had successfully haunted my thoughts, my nights, and clearly my subconscious for the past three months straight. Bringing him up right now was absolute torture, especially since I’d literally just woken up from a vivid sex dream about him less than an hour ago.

"Really?" I asked, forcing my voice to remain entirely casual to mask the sudden spike of adrenaline.

"Yeah. He’s actually inside."

Screw self-control. My gaze flicked toward the door Ethan was motioning to, one of the exclusive private rooms reserved strictly for the elite high-rollers at the track.

"Tell him I said hi," I muttered, trying to project an air of total indifference while my pulse went haywire.

"Come on, let me take you to him. I’m sure he’d love to see you." Ethan didn’t even give me a chance to argue before he was grabbing my arm and pulling me along. "Who knows? Maybe we can set up a race between you two."

I stayed silent. Not because I was lost for words, but because my entire body felt like it was suddenly burning up from the inside out.

Before I could process a single escape route, Ethan pushed the door open and pulled me inside.

I stopped dead in my tracks. One, two, three seconds of frantic scanning later, the room was completely empty. Talk about a stroke of luck. I was officially a blessed man.

Except, of course, I wasn’t.

"Fabio!" Ethan called out, walking straight toward the adjoining bathroom where water was loudly running. Naturally, the man was taking a shower. "Someone’s here to see you. I’ll leave him to it."

"Okay," that dangerously familiar voice called back over the rush of the water, the exact same voice that had kept me awake at night for three whole months.

"I’m going to bribe the organizers for a special head-to-head race," Ethan added, turning back toward the exit. "Can’t miss the thrill of watching you two... winners race each other."

And with that, he left me stranded.

I took a slow step forward, dropping onto the single leather sofa in the center of the room. I glanced toward the bathroom door. The shower was still running, meaning he wasn’t finished yet. But it wouldn’t be long now. What then? Was I really going to sit here acting like a nervous wreck over a guy I’d had a wild one-night stand with months ago? For fuck’s sake, I was the legendary Marco Chen.

I pulled myself together instantly. I was going to face him head-on, exactly like I always did with anyone else. I’d tell him Ethan dragged me in here against my will. Whatever. I just needed to play it cool.

As my thoughts raced a mile a minute, the sound of the running water suddenly cut off.

My breathing hitched right along with it.

I started counting numbers inside my head to steady my pulse. The moment I hit seventeen, the bathroom door swung open, and out stepped the exact man who had been both my sweetest bliss and my most stubborn torment for a quarter of a year.

"We meet again... Fabio."

Christ. I felt like I was melting, the heat spreading through my veins far too fast.

I mean, who wouldn’t react like this after coming face-to-face with the man who starred in your most vivid, lustful fantasies? This was totally normal. Right. Definitely normal.

"Marco."

I might have survived the sheer, gravelly impact of his voice if my traitorous cock hadn’t instantly twitched in response, but then he looked at me and actually... fucking smiled.

Yeah. Somebody kill me now.