Undertow: Big D!ck Escort Service

by Willow Summers

  Janie’s eyes flicked upward, darting past her canvas and finding Kaylee. She paused, her head tilted to the side.

  “Oh no,” Kaylee muttered. “I don’t like that stare. I have a feeling I’m going to end up on another table. Do I look okay?”

  “Horny,” Dave said with a laugh. “You are going to really hate that art show, I know it. You and she can hang out together and be annoyed.”

  “You’re not helping,” she said through clenched teeth.

  “I seldom do. It’s more fun that way.” He laughed at her and shook the drink mixer.

  It took an hour for Janie to be done with Ethan. She wasn’t done with the painting, but she had enough details to satisfy her need of a model. That hour hadn’t just been used for him, however. As desire raged through Kaylee, kept on a very short leash, Janie’s eyes found her often. That tilted-head stare spoke volumes.

  While Kaylee was pretty sure she’d buckle and let Janie use her face in the paintings, she didn’t want to see the finished results. She’d die from mortification.

  “How was that?” Ethan asked when he was mostly dressed. He hadn’t bothered with his briefs or buttoning his shirt.

  “Very…odd,” Kaylee said as she walked to the car with him. “Are you going to have to do that again?”

  “No. Not unless something goes wrong. I really think she has a sort of art photographic memory. She can look at something for a while, and then that’s all she needs. It’s in her head and she paints it. Of course, she probably lets the mood and tone embellish the details.”

  “She didn’t embellish much on that painting of me.”

  “I do love that painting.” Ethan pointed at the car waiting for them. Cabs weren’t nearly as plentiful in the area as the ride-share services. “So you’re talking to me.”

  “Yes.”

  “Am I forgiven?”

  “Yes.”

  “And you’ll go home with me?”

  “Yes.”

  “How about marrying me?”

  Kaylee laughed. “Let’s wait until at least the second date before you pop the question.”

  When they were dropped off at Ethan’s house, he walked her to the front door and unlocked it. There he waited for a moment, turning to face her. He took a deep breath. “I feel like I know you, but there’s still a lot for us to learn about each other. So this was guesswork. I’m sorry if it’s another horrible surprise.”

  “Is this the last surprise of the night?”

  “That depends on how many orgasms you think I’ll give you.”

  She stepped toward him in a swirl of passion. She yanked open his pants and unzipped them before firmly grabbing his hard length. With her other hand, she dragged his head down so she could kiss him, plunging her tongue into his mouth before dragging her hand from his head and down his perfectly sculpted torso. “Let’s move right to that last surprise.”

  “We have to get to the bed first. Or at least off the porch.”

  “The floor in the entryway will work.”

  “You are so hot.” He swooped her up into his arms, turned, and opened the door. She spared one glance at the interior of the house as they stepped into the entryway and he shut the door.

  She pulled back and gasped. “What is this?”

  Obviously sensing the shift in her mood, he slowed and put her down, so adept at reading her whims. “Happy birthday.”

  Rose petals in various colors were sprinkled on the floor, leading down the hall and turning, hopefully headed up the stairs where she’d be dragging him later. Balloons swayed on the ceiling with the recent draft from the door, their strings raining down. A banner stretched across an archway that looked like it led to the kitchen, wishing her a happy birthday.

  “I didn’t know where you’d want to be, so each room is decorated.” He helped her out of her shoes before taking her by the hand and leading her into the kitchen. There were unlit candles on the island. “I have chocolate-covered strawberries chilling in the fridge. As well as wine, champagne, and beer. I’m not great at mixed drinks. But you have your choice of the other.”

  He continued the tour by guiding her into the living room. A leather couch and loveseat faced a large TV. The modern-looking blue-gray chair in the corner accented the color scheme of the room. More unlit candles sat on the coffee table and balloons bobbed on the ceiling. Two flower arrangements decorated the small tables next to the couches, each with a little sign wishing her a happy birthday.

  “If you hate balloons as much as birthday cake, I can chase them out of any room you choose. Spoilsport.” He smiled and rubbed her back. “The bathrooms aren’t done up, so I won’t bother to show you those. Do you want to hang out here for a while?”

  “What does upstairs look like?” she said with a tight throat, more tears drowning her eyes.

  “Let’s go see.” He picked her up again, holding her against his chest as he headed to the stairs. The petals did lead that way, changing from multicolored to the solid red of love. “I couldn’t be sure you’d want to…head up here, so I figured all the colors would be good for downstairs and a more focused…feeling could be used up here.”

  She leaned her head on his shoulder, smiling at the realization that he wasn’t taxed, or even breathing heavily, from carrying her up the stairs. Streamers hung down from two doorways that they passed, probably guest rooms. “Another bathroom,” he said as they passed a doorway without any dressing up. “It felt weird decorating a bathroom. I mean…it’s a place where you get rid of waste. That’s not happy.”

  She laughed as a tear dripped down her cheek.

  The room at the end of the hall stood open. Vases filled with long-stemmed roses accented with baby’s-breath stood at equidistant intervals along the dresser. More flower petals dotted the crisply made bed. Clusters of candles covered the other surfaces, waiting to be lit.

  “Which room would you like to start in?” He put her down slowly. Her body ran down the length of his, catching on his unzipped pants and pushing them down his muscular thighs. “Don’t let my lack of pants sway you. That was a happy accident.”

  She laughed through her tears.

  “Are you okay?” he asked. His breath feathered her face. He wiped away a tear with a thumb. “Did I screw up?”

  “This is…perfect. Unbelievable. No one has ever gone through so much trouble for my birthday.” She blinked, trying to clear her misty eyes as she looked around the room. “You did so much. You hardly know me.”

  “That’s true. We both know this is crazy. But I love you, Kaylee. I can’t deny that. Something about you pulls at me in the right way. I feel like I’ve just woken up. Like I’m breathing fresh air for the first time in my life. Each thing I learn about you makes you more interesting. I want to savor each new discovery.” He shrugged, running his fingertips down the sides of her arms. “This feels right.”

  She wiped her cheek with the back of her hand. “I agree. Like you said, it’s crazy. Totally nuts. But I love you too. I’m in. I’m excited to go along for the ride.”

  He grazed his lips against hers. “You didn’t tell me. Which room would you like to start in?”

  “This one. I want you, Ethan. Right now.” She shrugged out of her sweater.

  “Wait. One sec.” His jaw clenched as he stepped on his pants to get them off and then darted for one cluster of candles.

  “I’ll just…get comfortable, will I?” She pulled off her tank top and unclasped her bra, letting it tumble down her chest. He struck the match, then froze, his eyes roaming her bared upper body. She undid her pants and pushed them down slowly, taking her time and bending at the waist to step out of them and pull off her socks. She turned around as she did so, showing him where the thong disappeared between her cheeks.

  A rush of air escaped his mouth. The match flame went out.

  She straightened up and faced him, running her hands over her breasts then down her stomach, spreading her fingers as she did so. She hooked her thumbs into the sma
ll lacy strap of her panties.

  He didn’t move to light another, so fixed was his stare.

  She pushed her panties down her legs slowly, now bending without anything to cover her. After she’d stepped out of them, she crossed to the bed and climbed up onto the soft mattress. Once on her back, she spread her thighs and lightly traced her sex with her fingers. “Are you almost ready?”

  He startled out of his trance. “You are so incredibly sexy. So beautiful.”

  “You make me feel beautiful.”

  He shook his head and tore his gaze away. “That’s not hard to do.”

  She smiled as he lit the candles, and she worked her clit, revving herself up. A moment later, the light in the room clicked off, and the soft, flickering glow of candlelight took its place.

  “They smell good, too,” he said, climbing onto the side of the bed. He crouched beside her spread thighs before removing his shirt and throwing it off the bed. His need for order clearly took a back seat to sex. “Where to begin my worship…”

  He ran his hands up her legs, over her knees, and up to her hips. He scooted closer before running his tongue up her slit and around her clit.

  “Hmm,” she sighed. “That’s good. But fucking me, deep and slow, would be even better.”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  Though he smiled, he didn’t hurry to follow directions. Instead, he lightly bit and licked, teasing her, before slowly moving up to lay gentle kisses on her hipbones.

  She wiggled under him, feeling tickled, teased, and so damn turned on. His lips ran over her stomach before the tip of his tongue stuck into her belly button.

  “No! Oh my God.” She giggled, which quickly turned into sucking in her breath and running her thighs up the sides of his body as he moved up and took a nipple into his mouth. “Ethan,” she whispered, running her palms along his smooth back.

  He moved to the other nipple before his hips pushed forward and his hard length rubbed up her center.

  Twenty-Two

  “Do we need protection?” he asked as he pulled back, dragging his cock along her hot and wet pussy. Fire licked his center and adrenaline coursed through his blood. He wanted her so badly. Wanted to pump into her depths and lose himself in the feel of her. But not as much as he wanted to fulfill her desire: slow and deep. Even if it killed him, he’d give her exactly what she wanted.

  This time.

  Next time, he’d let all hell break loose.

  “Is there any point?”

  “No, but I thought I’d ask.” He pushed up his hips, holding his breath as the tip of his cock caught on her entrance, so close to entering her.

  She moaned and reached up to grab her hair. The tip slid past, and a hard breath escaped from her.

  He smiled, doing it again, feeling his balls tighten as he barely dipped into her tightness. Resisting the urge to thrust with everything he had, he pulled back and let his cock slip on by again.

  “No,” she moaned. It sounded like begging. Her eyes were squeezed shut and a pained expression played across her face.

  His smile grew. She was taking his teasing, which meant she liked it. She liked the anticipation and the build. Probably as much as she hated it.

  He did it once more, nearly letting the tip slip by again, but this time he hesitated. Her breath caught. She tugged a little at his hair. He rocked his body forward onto his hands to get leverage, then thrust his hips forward.

  “Oh!” she cried out, her hands flying to the sides and clutching the pillows.

  He slid all the way into her depth and paused. She was one of the few women able to take all of him. It felt unreally good. Even better without a barrier between them.

  “Ethan,” she said, reaching for him.

  Heat flowered within him, moving that place inside. He lowered until he was flush with her, feeling her budded nipples against his chest. He kissed her softly as he slowly pulled out, pleasure coursing through him. Back in, using every ounce of his control to go slow.

  “Yes, baby,” she mewed, gyrating her hips in small pulses.

  Holding still, he let his eyes drift shut as she swirled her hips in a circle, still keeping that tiny gyration. Moving so as to hit all the spots that gave her pleasure. He held on to her for dear life, the effect of her pulsing movement tingling across his skin. Electricity sizzled up his spine.

  “Yes,” she said, arching back and moving her hips in ever-widening circles. His cock slid in and out of her, and around. Side to side. Around. In and out. It was like an orchestrated dance of some kind, with small, precise movements that he could never hope to duplicate.

  It rocked his ever-loving world.

  She kept it up, gyrating up to him. Swirling. Moving in ways no woman ever had during sex. The sensations pounded through him. Reverberated. Then pooled in his gut, tightening his balls and stealing his breath.

  “Fuck,” he said, gritting his teeth and squeezing his eyes shut. His whole body went taut as he tried to hold back. Tried not to pound into her before exploding. “Holy fuck.”

  “Hmm.” A smile curled her lips as her hands roamed his tense shoulders. Even her touch was light, accentuating her small movements, driving him fucking wild. He couldn’t hold on much longer. Couldn’t keep this up. He’d thought he was the teasing master, but he couldn’t hold a candle to this woman.

  Her arms fell away to above her head. She languidly arched and dropped her knees to the sides. Her hips pulled back until only his tip was still inside her.

  Control wobbled. His breath came heavy. He clenched, trying to stay where he was to allow her to keep playing. This was her show, and he’d do his damnedest to keep up.

  She wiggled her hips. Pierces of unreal pleasure shot up his dick. Clouded his mind.

  That did it. Control scattered. Raw, primal passion rose and overcame him, dragging him under.

  He grabbed on to the headboard and powerfully thrust, slamming into her without reservation.

  “Yes!” she exalted.

  Unable to stop himself, he pulled back and thrust again, putting everything he had into it. She bumped forward, her smile and shouts relaying her pure pleasure. She’d played him to get exactly what she wanted.

  “So fucking sexy,” he said, panting, as he rammed into her, hard and fast, driving in as deeply as he could go.

  “Fuck me, Ethan. Fuck me!” she yelled.

  He switched his hands to beside her head, getting lower, and pumped into her, over and over. Hard as he could. He grunted with the effort, drowned out by her shouts and moans. She scratched down his back with a bite of pain.

  He doubled down, going harder. Matching her fervor. The bed groaned beneath them. The headboard slapped the wall.

  “Yes, baby. Yes, baby. Yes, baby!” she repeated, over and over.

  The pressure built, raging. Tightening his body. With each jutting of his hips it boiled higher, like a pressure cooker ready to blow. He kept at it, his breath coming hard. Her shouts now screams.

  Unreal heights now. He couldn’t stand it. Needed release. Couldn’t keep going.

  “Yes!” She shuddered beneath him.

  He exploded a moment later, the orgasm rocking him. Everything flickered black for a moment as he emptied into her. The climax battered him in the best possible ways.

  Strength fled his body and he dropped down, shaking from his release. Still inside her, where he belonged.

  “Holy shit,” she said, out of breath, her eyes still closed. “Holy shit.”

  “I agree.” He kissed her neck before going back to lying there like a log.

  “I’ve never felt like that before. Like this. I would say except earlier in the garage, but I can’t. It wasn’t as good in the garage. Excellent, but not as good.”

  “That probably had something to do with cold glass against your ass.”

  She laughed softly before half jerking.

  “What’s the matter?” he asked tiredly.

  “I was going to hug you, but it turns out my arms don�
�t work.”

  “Cool.”

  “I only need a tiny catnap, and then it’s round two.”

  “I’ll just lie here until you’re ready.”

  “Good news. That way, I’ll know where to find you.”

  “Exactly. I’m thinking ahead.”

  He laughed before drifting off to sleep.

  Sometime later, the soft flickers of the candles strobed across his eyelids. Pleasure rolled through his body as something hot and warm enveloped his pounding cock. He opened his eyes to find that he was now somehow lying on his back. A goddess was rising and falling on his hips, and his hard dick disappeared into her slippery pussy.

  He breathed out a sigh as the sensations overwhelmed him.

  “Good night,” she said softly, her legs bent, helping her bounce on his cock. She rubbed her clit and her head fell back in bliss. “It’s not morning yet, so that’s the only greeting that makes sense.”

  She swirled her hips in that way she did before sitting down a little harder.

  “Uh!” He jolted as pleasure zinged up his middle.

  “Sorry to wake you. But your dick was hard, so I figured I better fuck it.” She leaned forward and braced her hands on his chest. Her hips jerked up and back as she rode him. “I made it hard, of course.”

  He grabbed her hips, lifting her at just the right time so he could thrust into her.

  “Oh yes, Ethan.” She sighed and bowed over him. “Oh ye-es.”

  He ran a hand up her chest and cupped a breast. She reached between them and started massaging herself again. “Best…wakeup…ever,” he said, plunging into her with abandon.

  Her moaning increased as she rocked against his hips. His cock plunged deeply. She worked herself, giving him an excellent show.

  Before he realized it was about to happen, he pumped into her one last time and burst, shaking with the orgasm. A moment later, she moaned and gritted her teeth, shuddering. She kept playing with herself, the shudder lasting. And lasting.