Beautiful Liar (2 page)

Chapter Two

 
Tanner Lachlan stepped out of the elevator and
onto the floor of his penthouse apartment. He smiled when he saw the model,
Noah, leaning casually against the wall. He was fucking sexy for a pretty boy,
but he didn’t have that normal model demeanor. The light-brown hair accented
his blue-gray eyes while the cheap suit, white shirt and black tie looked
fucking delicious on him. He stared at the model for a minute, electricity
sparking between them. It had been a risk to invite him to his penthouse. A calculated
risk, but a risk nonetheless. He didn’t normally afford strange men the luxury
of knowing where he lived.

Tanner
went to the keypad, unlocked the door, and held it open for Noah. The model
didn’t say anything as he stepped inside the room, glancing around at the
décor. Tanner followed him, taking a few steps inside before he grabbed Noah
and pushed him up against the wall.

Crashing
his mouth against the Noah’s, Tanner didn’t waste any time with the getting-to-know-you-bullshit.
A hard body lay hidden underneath the cheap suit and he wanted to see it. To
explore and taste. Noah’s lips parted and Tanner deepened the kiss. The wine
still lingered on his tongue and it made for a damn sexy aphrodisiac. Tanner
nipped at Noah’s lower lip before smoothing his tongue along to ease the bite
of pain. He tasted good. So fucking good.

Tanner
pushed Noah’s jacket off and it dropped with a thud to the hardwood floor. He
pulled back slightly and scraped his teeth along Noah’s chin before kissing and
licking his way down his neck. He loosened the tie and tossed it to the floor,
working on Noah’s shirt next.

“Do
you always tackle your guests when they walk in the door?” Noah asked helping
him with the buttons.

“What?
You wanted a nightcap and light conversation first?” Tanner tore Noah’s shirt
open and shoved it off his arms. Noah gave him a sexy little smile.

The
man had a great body. Perfect, really. He wanted to lick every inch of it.
Tanner stared at Noah, breaths coming in shallow pants before Noah cupped the
back of his head and dragged him to his mouth. He rushed to get Noah’s pants
undone, then shoved them down to his knees. Glancing down, he took in the tight
black boxer-briefs with a nice hard cock hidden beneath. He cupped him through
the shorts and squeezed.

“You
really want to talk about our hopes and dreams?” Tanner licked at the shell of
Noah’s ear. “Especially when there are far better uses for my mouth?”

Noah’s
hands rested on Tanner’s shoulders. “No. I wasn’t complaining.”

Tanner
pressed a kiss to the side of Noah’s neck. “Good.”

He
slipped his hand inside Noah’s underwear and wrapped his fingers around the
man’s cock. He had a thing for models. It pissed him off because they were
usually one dimensional airheads who only gave a shit about themselves. But
they were pretty to look at and good for a night of fucking.

“You
disappointed you got stood up tonight?” Tanner met Noah’s eyes as he stroked
his cock.

“No.”
Noah licked his lips. “Glad, really. I thought tonight would be boring, but
it’s been anything but.”

Tanner
kissed the man, sucking at his tongue into his wet and hungry mouth. He didn’t
know what came over him. Something about this man made him ache for more.

He
jerked Noah’s boxer-briefs down and knelt before him on the floor. His cock was
beautiful. The perfect size, he determined, still stroking him. A drop of
pre-come glistened the tip and Tanner leaned forward to lap it off. Noah
dropped his head back against the door with a thud as Tanner took him deep into
his throat.
 

Something
inside him relented, freeing him from everything that usually defined him. He
was a controlled lover. A businessman. Tonight, he wanted to make this man
scream in pleasure. It’d been a long fucking time since he gave a shit about a
lover’s pleasure. If they got off, great, but he didn’t go out of his way to
elicit fireworks in the bedroom. Not for them. It was usually about him, and
his pleasure. He couldn’t count how many lovers wanted to fuck him for his deep
pockets and seemingly endless connections in the city. He considered it a
business deal and nothing more. Not until now.

Noah
made a sound that went straight to Tanner’s balls. Oh, hell. He was going to
come from listening to this man’s sexual moans. Noah felt good. Hard muscle
that wasn’t body-builder thick teased him, delicious enough that he didn’t have
a boy’s body, but one of man. He smelt so fucking good. Whatever cologne he
wore amped up Tanner’s desire tri-fold. Tanner let Noah’s cock go with a pop
and stroked him.

“Hand,
mouth, ass. Your choice.”

“Mouth.”
Noah dragged Tanner back to his dick and thrust between his lips. Tanner closed
his eyes and lapped and sucked while Noah fucked his face. He needed this all
right. He wanted to taste him. To feel his hot cum on his lips and tongue. God,
he had to be fucking insane. Going at it with a pretty boy stranger was not his
normal style.

“Ah,
shit.” Noah clenched his teeth, his lips peeled back as he shoved his dick
harder and deeper into Tanner’s mouth. The tip bumped the back of his throat
and Tanner swallowed. Squeezing his balls, Tanner watched his lover’s eyes
darken. That look of unadulterated lust filled him seconds before he pulled out
and shot his load on the floor. Droplets of cum dripped from the tip of his
cock as Noah shook from the intensity.

Tanner
rubbed his thighs, waiting for him to come down from that orgasmic high. “I
would have swallowed.”

Noah
stared while Tanner stood and went to the bathroom to grab lube and a condom.
His sexy model waited for him, patiently. Tanner slipped his jacket from his
shoulders and undid his tie. He worked on his shirt and pants next before
walking to him in the buff.

“Have
you done anal?” Tanner asked sitting the lube on the counter to his right.

Noah
glanced over at him. “Of course.”

“Do
you like it?”

Noah
leaned in to kiss Tanner. “Yeah, I like it. A lot. Fuck me.”

Tanner
rolled the condom on and lubed himself up. Noah gripped the counter and bent
forward, sticking his ass out for Tanner to claim. He’d never felt this way in
his life. He’d been sexually active since a teenager and sexually active as a
gay man for years. Never once did he have the need to ravish another human
being. He squirted lube onto his fingers and slipped them along Noah’s crack,
finding his tight little hole. Sinking his fingers inside him, he damn near
groaned aloud. Hot and tight. His cock jerked with the excitement, the
anticipation of being inside him overwhelming. He gripped Noah’s hip and
pressed a kiss to the back of his neck, scraping his teeth along his flesh, as
he pumped his fingers into his ass.

“You
still want to talk, lover?” Tanner whispered. “Tell me your favorite color?”

Noah
blew out a harsh breath. “Fuck my favorite color.”

Tanner
grinned and pulled his fingers from Noah’s ass. Gripping his cock, he adjusted
the condom then pressed against his tight hole. Noah, pushed his ass out,
grinding against him in desperate need.

Tanner
took his time. He held Noah’s cheeks apart and teased the puckered hole with
the tip of his cock. He was pretty fucking needy himself, but some devious side
of him enjoyed watching Noah squirm, begging for it.

“I
think we should have a conversation, pretty boy,” Tanner remarked, teasing him
with his words while he pressed against the tight hole. “I want to know all
about the restaurants you like to eat at in the city.”

“Shit.”
Noah gripped the counter in front of him, pushing back against the intrusion of
Tanner’s thick cock. “I’m sorry I ever questioned your intentions.”

Tanner
laughed. “Ah, baby, you’re too much fun.”

His
ass opened up and Tanner slid completely inside, surrounded by a hot cocoon of
warmth. He held still a moment, loving how tight and deep he felt. He held Noah
to him, brushing his fingers along his flat nipples. Dragging his lips along
Noah’s shoulder, he gave him a sloppy kiss. It felt too fucking good.

Gripping
Noah’s hips, he pulled out and filled him again. Tanner had always heard that
some gay men didn’t like anal, but he’d never met one. Hell, he loved it. Loved
the way a hot ass squeezed around his cock. Or the exquisite burn that came
from the friction of being fucked well. God, he loved sex in general, but being
balls deep inside Noah’s ass was the best damn fuck he’d had in a while. The
pressure in his balls suggested he moved faster, harder, deeper, but he didn’t
want the sweet pleasure of it to end.

Noah
stroked his own cock in rhythm with Tanner’s thrusts. His legs wobbled as he
fought to remain standing. Each time Tanner’s cock rubbed against Noah’s gland he
thrust lightly into his hand. The need between them had become rampant.

“Ah,
fuck, you’re…” Tanner didn’t finish his statement as hot release poured through
him. He grunted, closing his eyes as he jerked Noah’s hips against him hard.
His lover’s sweaty back made the perfect pillow for his head while Noah’s own
cries of pleasure filled the silence.

Neither
one of them moved. Tanner licked his lips and closed his eyes, taking a few
seconds to figure out what the hell had just happened. His cock felt snug in the
warm depths of Noah’s ass and he didn’t want to move. After a few minutes of reprieve,
he wanted to go at it again. He blew out a breath and withdrew from his lover.

Somewhere
in the back of his mind, he knew he should have asked about STDs. He was safe,
but taking someone’s word for it didn’t mean shit anymore. Papers meant
everything, but it was beyond that point in the moment.

“Terrible
time to bring it up, but have you been tested?” Tanner asked smoothing his hand
along Noah’s side.

“Yeah.
Of course. I’m clean.”

Tanner
nodded. “I’m not suggesting that this should go on longer than one night, but
if it does, we both need to go to the clinic together. I don’t mean to offend,
but I like factual proof not just your word.”

Noah
nodded. “Okay. Sure.”

Tanner
took care of the condom and went to the fridge for a bottle of water. He
grabbed one for himself and tossed one to Noah. “You’ve leaked all over my
floor.”

Noah
glanced behind him at the puddles of cum dotting the hardwood. “It’s your damn
fault.”

“My
fault?” Tanner grinned at him, amused.

Noah
met his eyes. “Yes.” He twisted off the cap of the water and drank from it. “You
made me do it.”

Tanner
laughed. He really liked Noah. Probably more than he should.

Chapter Three

Noah
woke in his own apartment to the sound of horns honking outside his window. He
patted the bed next to him and found his phone. The blackout curtains shielded
most of the daylight from his room and the glaring screen of his phone nearly
blinded him as the time came up. Shit. He overslept his much needed appointment
at the gym. He rolled to his back as the soreness from last night settled in.
His body still tingled from the fucking he and Tanner had. He rubbed his eyes
and blew out a breath as he stared at the ceiling. Who would have thought
fucking a billionaire would have been so great?

He’d
been so used to fucking and running that once it was over, he made an excuse to
leave. Tanner didn’t seem too offended and it really didn’t matter. Noah wasn’t
looking for a relationship. People didn’t have relationships in his profession.
Escorting was what got him money and afforded him a decent place to live. He
sat up and went to use the restroom before starting his day. The gym needed to
happen. It had been nearly four days since he had a good workout and his body
was surely feeling it. He pulled on a pair of loose shorts and a zip hoodie
before grabbing his phone, keys and wallet to leave.

Tanner
Lachlan’s world was a mass difference from what Noah lived everyday. He had the
stuff to play the part, but he never brought work home with him and he never
gave out too much personal information. He used to carry his clinic papers with
him as proof of his health, but his agency kept them on file and they were
there if the client needed them. Since Tanner wasn’t a client, he could
understand how he wanted the proof. People lied about everything nowadays and
it was stupid to go into something sexual based on the person’s word.

Yet
he did anyway.

He
pulled the door to the gym open and his friend Mike shook his head at him.
“You’re late. Did your date run into the morning time?”

Mike
worked for the same company as him. He was his only friend who really
understood the life that he led.

“No.
Not really. I got home late, but nothing unreasonable.”

“That
bad, huh?” Mike grabbed some MMA gloves for Noah. “I’d heard that that guy
liked weird stuff.”

“He
stood me up.” Noah shoved his hand in the glove Mike held out. “I was with
another person.”

Mike
stared at him. “Like, a real date?”

Noah
laughed. “I don’t know about that. I was waiting for the client and saw this
erotic painting at the gala. He approached me. He was hot.” Noah shrugged. “I
wasn’t planning on it, but it happened. He invited me back to his penthouse and
we fucked. I left soon after.”

Mike
held the other glove out. “So you dated one of your client’s wealthy friends
last night?”

“A
billionaire, to be exact.”

“Who?”
Mike asked, his curiosity amping up.

Noah
grinned and climbed into the octagon. They went a few rounds with Noah hitting
the mitts on Mike’s hands. Pausing in mid-strike, he groaned when his cell
phone went off.

He
pulled a glove off and grabbed it. “Hey, DJ.”

“I
know it’s none of my business, but there is a man in a fancy suit in my cafe
asking for you.”

Noah
frowned. “Did he say what he wanted?”

“He
just said that you worked here. I told him that you had the day off but he says
he wants to speak with you.”

“Fuck.”
Noah situated the phone between his ear and shoulder. “I’ll be there in a
minute. I’m at the gym. Just seat him and give him some coffee to entertain
him.”

He
jerked the glove off. His workout would have to wait after all. “I’ve got to
go.”

“Why?”
Mike followed him. “What did DJ want?”

He
didn’t respond as he headed out of the gym. The café wasn’t too far from the
gym and he ran the entire way. Hell, what did Tanner want? This wasn’t how
things usually worked. He fucked and they parted ways. One-night stands weren’t
supposed to show up on his doorstep no matter how good the sex was.

He
opened the door, somewhat out of breath from running, and immediately locked
eyes with Tanner. He pursed his lips as DJ handed him a coffee.

“What
are you doing here?” Noah asked. He took a few steps to the empty chair across
from Tanner. Sitting, he motioned for DJ to get him a water.

“I
spoke with my director of promotions and she wants to meet with you today.
Since I didn’t have your number, I had to stop by your place of work.”

Tanner
glanced around the café with DJ staring at them. Noah rubbed his forehead. “I
actually forgot about that. Yeah. Okay. I’ll stop by after I go home and clean
up.”

He
took the water from DJ and waited for his friend to leave them before turning
back to Tanner. Those damn eyes made a man weak and Noah was feeling it. He
drank his water and set it in front of him.

“The
contract is pretty straight forward,” Tanner stated, to continue conversation.
“You can have your lawyer look over it if you’d like.”

“Hold
up.” DJ came over to them. “You’re signing contracts now?”

“DJ,
back off.”

“No.
Once you sign on the dotted like it’s legal slavery. Don’t do it.” His friend
glanced between them.

“Contracts
are pretty standard for the industry.” Tanner frowned at him. “I don’t know
anyone who doesn’t work with one. Most agencies require them for the benefit of
both parties involved.”

“This
sick fuck thinks this is normal. Are you kidding me? You’re going to be some
kind of fucking love slave to a rich ass who has power and money?”

“Modeling,”
Noah said, gritting through clenched teeth. “It’s a fucking modeling contract,
DJ. Back the fuck off.”

He
stared at his friend until DJ finally moved away, heading to the back like he
was pissed. The last thing he needed to do was make Tanner think that he was
into some kind of kinky BDSM contract, which was exactly what DJ thought. Noah
blew out a breath and met Tanner’s eyes.

“Sorry.
I told him that we were together last night and he thought you wanted some kind
of sex contract with me. He’s paranoid. Please ignore it.”

Tanner
jerked his finger absently over his shoulder. “Who is he, exactly?”

“Childhood
friend.
Annoying
best friend.” Noah
sighed. “He has an overactive imagination.”

“And
you told him that we were together last night?”

“Well,
yeah. I don’t go out with strangers without letting someone I trust know what
I’m doing and who I’m with.” Noah sipped his water. “This is New York City.”

Granted,
to some extent he lied through his teeth. No one knew about Tanner, but DJ knew
he had been out on a date for the agency. He simply assumed that Tanner was
Alan, the one who rented him for the night.

Tanner
nodded. “Fair enough.” He cleared his throat. “I wasn’t looking for a
relationship, but I do want to see you again.”

Noah
dreaded those words. Usually it was easy to decline non-clients a date, but he
didn’t want to with Tanner. He wanted to see him again, too, and perhaps stay a
little bit longer the next time. It didn’t make sense to him and he didn’t want
to dwell on it.

“Yeah.
Me, too.” Noah smiled at him. “I guess you want the paperwork?”

Tanner
nodded. “It’s important.”

“Sure.”
He supposed part of it was to save his own ass. It’d be one hell of a lawsuit
for him if either one of them contracted something while they were together.

Kind
of pointless now, since they’ve already fucked, but for his peace of mind he’d
do it. Nothing was more romantic than getting a blood test with your lover.

Noah
stood and glanced toward the back for DJ. When he didn’t see his friend, he
pulled Tanner to his feet and kissed him. The guy was fucking minty fresh and
perfectly put together. Noah cupped his cheeks and deepened the kiss, claiming
his mouth. Flashbacks of the night before floated through his mind at what that
wicked tongue could do and he groaned at the thought of it. Releasing him, he
stepped away and grabbed his water bottle.

“What
were you doing when your friend called?”

Noah
grinned. “I was trying to get some gym time. I’m getting fat rolls.”

Tanner
smoothed his hand along the front of Noah’s abdomen. “There’s nothing fat about
you.”

He
kissed his cheek. “I can give you a ride if you want. My car is out front.”

Noah
nodded. “Okay.” That would save him from having to use the subway. He saw DJ
peeking his head around the corner and he waved at him. “We’re leaving. I’ll
call you tonight, okay?”

His
friend stared at him, still pissed. Noah knew he’d have to smooth things over
tonight when he had more time to deal with DJ’s drama. He left the café and
stopped when he saw Tanner’s black Bentley Continental GT. Noah arched both
eyebrows as he walked over to it.

“Damn.”
Noah shook his head. “With all the crazy drivers in the city there is no way
I’d drive something as great as this around.”

Tanner
opened the door for him. “Why?”

“Car-jacking.
Crashing. Some fucking cunts keying it because you looked at them wrong.”

“Do
you have that problem often?” Tanner grinned.

“I
don’t have a car.” Noah sat in the seat and nearly moaned at the comfort of the
supple leather. Tanner slammed the door shut and walked around to the other
side.

“Oh,
hell, I’ve died and gone to heaven.”

Tanner
chuckled. “You’re easy to please if you think this is heaven.”

Noah
glanced over. “What’s your idea of heaven?”

Tanner
put the car into gear and pulled out into traffic. “My own private island.”

Noah
tried not to swallow his own tongue. “I forgot you’ve got money to burn.”

“It’s
just a number in the bank’s system.” Tanner drove to the heart of the city and
inched his way along in the traffic.

Noah’s
phone rang and he glanced at the readout. Mike. He declined the call and shoved
it back in his pocket.

“You
don’t have to do that on my account.”

Noah
shook his head. “Nah. Mike is worse than the gossip girls in high school. He
probably saw your Bentley and wanted to know who you were.”

“Are
we a secret?”

“I
don’t know. Are we?”

Tanner
didn’t say anything for a while. Noah had gotten used to people not wanting to
go public with their bedroom activities. He didn’t mind. Not really. He wasn’t
really looking for a relationship and the last thing he wanted was media
coverage of him linked as an escort with some rich guy.

“No.
We don’t have to be a secret. I don’t mind you telling your friends about me if
you want to.” He stopped at a red light and glanced over at him. “But that
means we are significantly more than fuck buddies if that’s the case.”

“Define
significant.”

Tanner
rested his hand lightly on the steering wheel. “You spend the night at my
place.”

“Indefinitely?”

Tanner
gave him a sexy grin that went straight to his cock. “I didn’t propose.”

Fair
enough, he supposed. Something to make it feel less cheap. Noah licked his
lips. “So you’re my boyfriend?”

Tanner
pulled into the lot behind a tall building with his name on it. “Might as well
be. We’ve already done the dinner date and sex.”

Noah
swallowed hard and thought about it as Tanner parked the car. It’d been a while
since Noah had an actual boyfriend. It’d also prove difficult to juggle when he
took his next client out in a few days. He’d gone from one extreme to another
and there really wasn’t any way out of it.

He
wanted Tanner and that perhaps was the scariest part of it all.