Nick is ready for some fun and searches Inferno for just the right man to spend the evening with. He spots the gorgeous black man as he walks to the bar and sets his sights. His name is Leon, known as The Black Devil, and he's everything Nick needs. The sex is more than he ever imagined it could be, and The Black Devil lives up to his name. The best part, though, is that when the game is over, Nick gets to take him home. Inferno is their refuge, and with each game they play, it only gets better.
~*~*~
Nick Casey leaned back in his chair and sipped his bourbon. The club wasn't very busy for a Friday night, and the pickings were rather slim. He sat near a speaker where music thumped its low bass, almost in time to his heartbeat.
His one night off this week, and so far it didn't seem he'd find anyone to spend some quality time with before he headed home. He worked for the city's transportation department, running big machinery, working nights mostly, when the roads under construction weren't so heavily congested.
The alcohol burned a sweet path down his throat as he sipped. He'd worked ten days straight and needed tonight. But his discouragement grew as he watched the comings and goings of Inferno patrons. Some he knew. Most he didn't. But he had one particular type in mind tonight, someone to get a little wild with, but so far he saw no one who fit the bill.
Then he walked in.
Nick's mouth went a little dry, and he sat up in his chair, tracking the man's movements across the club. He was at least six foot three and built like a brick house with skin the color of dark chocolate. Nick was as white as they came, but he loved him some chocolate now and then.
The stranger crossed to the bar, his black leather pants looking as soft as butter, hugging the big guy's ass like a loving hand. His red silk shirt shimmered slightly in the club's muted strobe lights.
The man approached the bar and slid onto a stool at one end. He placed his order, and the bartender poured him a shot. He downed it and tapped the bar for a refill before dropping a bill onto the polished wood next to his glass.
Mmm. Nick wondered if this beautiful guy was into men or women. Would he be up for a little fun? A little man-on-man action?
Only one way to find out.
Nick shot the rest of his bourbon and left the glass on the table to approach the bar. He chose a stool at the opposite end from his target and ordered another drink when the bartender came by.
Nick sipped his fresh drink and watched the big, beautiful black man. Finally, as if sensing the attention on him, he looked up and then in Nick's direction.
They made eye contact, and a sizzle of arousal slid down Nick's spine. He was the most stunning man Nick had ever laid eyes on. Strong jaw, eyes so dark they looked black, a shaved head that begged to be rubbed. A close-cropped goatee that would abrade skin just the right way. The open collar of the red silk shirt exposed a small expanse of smooth skin.
Nick licked his lips.
The man raised an eyebrow.
Nick lifted his drink in silent salute.
The signal he'd been waiting for. The gorgeous guy gave a slight nod and then tilted his head toward the vacant stool next to him.
Carrying his drink, Nick moved down the bar and sat next to the stranger. "Hey," he said casually. The scent of leather and expensive cologne had him inhaling deeply. He loved a man who smelled good, one who took care of himself as obviously as this guy did.
"Hey." The guy's voice was deep and rich, making Nick's cock jump inside his jeans.
"Buy you a drink?" Nick asked.
"I'm good."
I bet you are. Nick kept his mouth shut and took another swallow of his bourbon.
"Meeting someone?" the stranger asked.
"Nope. I'm a free agent. You?"
"Mmm hmm." The big guy took another drink from his own glass. "You interested?"
"Possibly," Nick said, playing it cool when inside his nerves jumped with excitement.
"Top or bottom?"
Nick finally turned his head to meet this man's eyes up close. They were as black as night. "Whatever you want."
A slow, sensual smile tilted up the right side of the stranger's full lips. "Really. Very accommodating of you."
"I aim to please. Name?"
"Leon." He gave Nick a thorough looking over from head to ass, even leaning back a bit on the stool to get a better look at Nick's backside. Then his smile turned into a full-fledged grin that flashed straight, white teeth. "And you are?"
"Ready to play."
