[Escorted 01.0] Escorted

by Claire Kent

  Lori exhaled in deep pleasure at the familiar feel of his mouth and hands on her body. And soon her self-consciousness was forgotten as her desire took on new urgency with the intensifying of the foreplay.

  Eventually his mouth moved lower than her breasts as he pressed little kisses along the line of her side and across her abdomen. He cupped both her breasts with his hands and squeezed gently as he breathed hotly against her belly.

  Lori had spread her legs and was trying to get any friction she could against her clit. “Ander,” she begged. “Please.”

  His mouth trailed even lower. Then his jaw brushed against the strip of trimmed hair between her thighs.

  She gasped as he parted her legs even farther and then nuzzled her intimately. Before she could even process what was happening, he’d used his tongue to part her intimate folds and expose her hot arousal to the cool air of the room.

  “Ander!” she panted, trying to get her mind to work when her body was flooded with sensation.

  He flicked at her clit, sending jolts of pleasure out from the touch.

  She had to fight to keep her thighs apart. She wanted to squeeze around his head, around the pleasure. Her hands groped at the bedding, and she instinctively tried to rub her groin against Ander’s mouth.

  He held her thighs apart and held her in place with strong hands as his mouth worked her over. He stroked and fluttered with his tongue, dipping into her wet entrance and curling up against her inner walls. He nuzzled and rubbed against her flesh with his jaw and his nose, and occasionally even his teeth would graze her very lightly.

  Lori whimpered and panted, her body growing tighter and tighter as the sensations built up to an unbearable peak. Her hands groped around, fumbling for purchase, moving from the comforter to the headboard to her own breasts. Eventually she gave in and clutched at Ander’s head, holding his mouth in place with shameless entitlement.

  He adjusted slightly to get his hand in position so he could sink two fingers inside her and pump them against her G-spot. Then he concentrated on her clit, nudging and twirling it until Lori wanted to howl.

  She started to make little sobbing sounds as she felt her climax bear down. And she shook desperately as the tension finally shattered and her intimate muscles clamped down around Ander’s fingers.

  As she panted and rode out her orgasm, Ander kept pushing his fingers against the contractions, but he turned his head slightly to the soft flesh at the very top of her inner thigh.

  He bit down.

  Lori cried out hoarsely, the jolt of unexpected pain sustaining the spasms of her pleasure.

  “Oh God!” she gasped as her body began to relax. “Oh God.”

  Ander gently slid his fingers out, and he lifted his head from between her legs.

  Lori gazed down on him hazily, feeling a flush of embarrassment at how wet the lower part of his face was.

  As he reached for a tissue to wipe his face, Lori remembered what she’d been trying to wrap her mind around earlier. “You didn’t use one of those dams.”

  Ander gave a half shrug. “No big deal.”

  “But you said—”

  Lifting his eyebrows, Ander reached for a condom from the bedside table. “You haven’t had sex with anyone but me, have you?”

  “No,” she said slowly, randomly wondering if he thought that was weird.

  “How significant a chance do you think there is of my catching a disease from you?”

  Lori couldn’t help but snort, her sense of irony triggered by his dry words. She should have known Ander had a rational reason for his atypical behavior. Obviously, there was no reason for protection if her only sexual experience was with him.

  It had felt extremely intimate, but Ander was a professional. It would be unforgivably foolish of her to forget that for even a moment.

  “Right,” she said with a relaxed smile. “Thank you for that, by the way.” She inclined her head toward her pelvis to indicate the oral sex he’d just performed. “Now maybe you can do something with that condom.”

  Ander quickly pulled off his clothes, and then he rolled the condom on over his erection. He positioned himself between her legs and aligned his cock at her entrance.

  But then he hesitated, scanning her face. “Did you want to use a different posit—”

  “This is good,” she interrupted, bucking her hips in a futile attempt to get him inside her. She didn’t always like to make all the decisions. “Hurry up.”

  He sank inside her, and then he lowered his upper body so he could kiss her.

  She could still taste herself in his mouth, and she rolled her hips against the penetration of his cock.

  After a lingering kiss, Ander reared up on his arms and began to thrust. She always liked it when they got going and he started to do things on his own, without always getting her go-ahead first. That way, she could enjoy the experience without all the responsibility of decision-making.

  Once he’d built up a pleasing rhythm, Ander adjusted to put more weight on his knees. Then he pushed her legs forward toward her chest, bending them up as he went. The move allowed him to sink deeper into her body, and they both groaned at the resulting sensations.

  Lori’s body was so sensitized that she was pretty sure she could come without stimulation to her clit. She tried to rock her body with Ander’s motion, and she hummed out silly, stifled sounds with their rhythm—something like “Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.”

  Ander’s face was flushed and tense above her, and his eyes seemed to devour her as he fucked her fast and hard.

  She jerked her head to the side as she came, writhing as the pleasure sliced through her.

  Ander grunted and kept pushing into her tightened channel. He braced himself on straightened arms, and the damp skin of his face and shoulders glistened in the sun-filled room.

  She kept her head turned, and her eyes squeezed shut as the penetration of his cock felt even rawer and more intense after her orgasm. She panted against the bedding and felt another orgasm coalesce.

  “Lori.” Ander’s thick voice spoke, not far from her ear. He was still pumping into her, his strokes shorter and faster.

  “Mm-hmm,” she whimpered, groping blindly until she found his shoulders to hold on to.

  “Lori.”

  She liked how he said her name. It pushed her even closer to climax. Her body was starting to shake uncontrollably.

  “Lori,” Ander rasped again, the pumping of his hips almost wild. This time she realized it wasn’t an expression of passion. He was trying to get her attention.

  She managed to open her eyes although her vision was blurred. She blinked up at him and saw that his features were twisted with effort and concentration.

  “Yes, damn it. Come!” she choked out, digging her fingernails in to the back of his neck as the coiled pressure inside her reached its breaking point.

  She felt something unleash inside of Ander. She was too overwhelmed to identify the exact signs, but she recognized the way he let himself go. His rutting became almost frantic, and a blaze ignited in his eyes.

  That was all it took for Lori to come. She arched up and sobbed in stifled gasps of pleasure as her body convulsed. And her orgasm pulled Ander into climax as well.

  His hips jerked clumsily a few times, and he choked out an incoherent word. Then she felt his body pulse as he found his release on the heels of hers.

  He lowered his weight on hers for a few moments, and she felt him panting against her neck.

  Then, impulsively, she turned her head slightly until her lips brushed against his.

  He kissed her back. It wasn’t a deep or focused kiss, but she liked how their lips clung together.

  But then he was pulling himself up and sliding his cock out of her body. He headed to the bathroom like usual, and Lori heard the water as he washed up.

  She released a long sigh, deciding that this was a pretty good way to spend a lazy afternoon in Quebec. Then, realizing she was completely naked and not under the covers, she lo
oked around for something to put on.

  Her eyes landed on Ander’s T-shirt, and she actually bent down to pick it up off the floor. But as she stared down at it, she decided against it. It would be unnaturally intimate for her to wear his shirt, no matter how cozy it might be.

  She dropped it again, and then she gasped when she saw that Ander was standing across the room near the bathroom, watching her.

  “Sorry,” she said, feeling herself flush hotly. “Just looking for something to wear.”

  “You can wear my shirt if you want,” he said, his face showing no expression.

  “Nah. Just bring me something from my suitcase, will you?”

  He brought over her lavender cashmere chemise, and she pulled it on while he put on his boxers.

  Then he got into bed beside her and stretched out. “You came, didn’t you?” he asked, almost diffidently.

  Lori’s mouth fell open. “Uh, yeah. Twice. Couldn’t you tell?”

  “I thought so. Just making sure.”

  She frowned at him. “I’m not as quiet as I used to be.”

  With a twitch of a smile, he said, “I know. But you’re still pretty quiet.”

  For some reason she stiffened. “Is that a problem?”

  “Of course not. Constant screaming can get old pretty quickly.”

  Lori made a face, trying to force back the pang of sharp discomfort she felt when she thought about Ander fucking other women, making them scream with pleasure, making them feel as good as he made her feel.

  “Anyway,” Ander continued, staring up at the ceiling. “It makes you more of a challenge.”

  That didn’t sound too bad. She thought she’d been getting pretty vocal lately, but maybe the sounds she made weren’t as loud and obvious as she thought.

  “You don’t make a lot of noise yourself,” she said, peering at his stoic face. “So you’re hardly one to talk.”

  Ander’s smile was a little bitter. “No one really wants to hear me.”

  Lori’s frown deepened. “What does that mean? I don’t care if you make noises.” She thought back over the grunting, panting, and guttural exclamations Ander made in the midst of sex. “What do you say when you come?” she asked, turning to him with her characteristic inquisitiveness.

  He blinked at her. “Excuse me?”

  “When you come it sounds like you say something. At least the last few times. What do you say?”

  Ander’s face was perfectly still for a moment. Then he gave her a dryly amused smile. “Here’s a piece of advice. Never pay any attention to what a man says when he comes. Anything might be blurted out at that moment, and it rarely means anything.”

  Lori chuckled, although she recognized that he hadn’t answered her question. It was probably none of her business anyway. For all she knew, it was some other woman’s name. “Nice.”

  “It’s true,” Ander said. “Who knows what I say? I might ask you to marry me. Pay no attention.”

  She snorted as she imagined such a scene. Her gigolo blurting out a proposal the moment before climax. “I wonder how much you would charge me for that,” she said with a laugh.

  The silence from the other side of the bed told her she’d offended him.

  Groaning, she said, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean anything by it. Really.”

  “I know. Don’t worry about it.”

  But Lori did worry about it. They’d been having a perfectly nice conversation, and she’d said something stupid. She knew by now that he didn’t like to talk about the money, but she kept bringing it up.

  It was unavoidable. No matter how good a time she had with him, she could never escape one basic reality.

  He was with her because she paid him.

  “They have a Sunday brunch here that’s supposed to be excellent,” Ander said pleasantly, obviously trying to move them past the awkward moment. “If we go out tonight, maybe we can sleep in tomorrow and go down to brunch before we see some more sights.”

  “Sounds good,” she said, turning on her side to face him and smiling. “I’m actually getting a little hungry now. I wonder if they’ll have anything good at this banquet.”

  Ander laughed, as she’d known he would. And Lori decided that, despite a few awkward moments, it was shaping up to be a really good weekend.

  And she still had all tomorrow to look forward to.

  Nine

  “SO THE BANQUET WENT all right?” Sabrina asked, puffing as she increased her level on the fancy elliptical trainer and accelerated her speed.

  “Yeah.” Lori paused to even out her own breathing. She’d been working out on the elliptical next to Sabrina now for almost a half hour, and she was hot, tired, sweating, and breathless. “Not exciting but not too painful.”

  “Ander didn’t go?”

  Lori wiped a stream of perspiration from the back of her neck and steeled herself with the knowledge that she only had fifteen more minutes to go. “No. Be kind of hard to keep my pen name a secret if he—” She cut off her words briefly to suck in a few deep breaths. “If he came with me.”

  “True.” Sabrina’s long brown ponytail swung with her motion. She was in better shape than Lori and didn’t have to work quite as hard for her requisite cardio time at the gym they both belonged to. “And the rest of the trip was fun?”

  “Yeah.”

  “You didn’t stay in the hotel room the whole weekend having sex, did you?”

  “Sabrina!” Lori tried to scowl at her grinning cousin, but she had to focus too much on keeping up her pace. “We did a lot of sightseeing and stuff.”

  “What kind of stuff?”

  “Don’t be crass. We saw a lot of the historical sights and an art museum. He’s really smart about art. And he knows a ton about military history.”

  “Really? Was he a history major or something?”

  Lori shrugged. “Don’t know.” After a pause to catch her breath again, she continued, “I think maybe his dad pushed military history. Named him after Alexander the Great and everything.” She sneered as she thought about the nameless man she absolutely despised.

  “Huh. Interesting.” Sabrina darted a strangely intent look over at Lori. “Have you heard from him since you got back?”

  “What do you mean? We have an engagement scheduled this weekend.”

  “That’s still on?”

  Lori was so confused by the direction of the questions that she slowed down her speed unconsciously. “Why wouldn’t it be? What are you getting at?”

  Sabrina gave her a sheepish look. “I had a talk with Belinda Forsythe a couple of days ago. She’s the one who first gave me Ander’s name, remember?”

  “Ye— Yeah,” Lori replied, feeling a flutter of nerves develop in her belly despite her physical fatigue.

  “Do you want to hear what she said?”

  Lori understood why Sabrina asked. It was remarkably sensitive of her cousin to check with her to make sure she wanted to hear details about another woman’s experiences with Ander.

  The truth was Lori didn’t want to hear about it. She didn’t like to think about Ander with his other clients. In the beginning, she hadn’t felt strange about his professional promiscuity, but lately the idea of him with so many other women made her feel kind of sick. She supposed it was inevitable. As she got to know him better, thought of him more as a person, it would be harder to accept the ways in which he let himself be used. But Lori was fighting the instinct to feel disgusted by the thought of him in bed with anyone else and was trying to ignore the visuals.

  It didn’t always work. Sometimes she had random flashes, visualizing Ander having sex with Sarah Jacoby or other nameless, faceless women. She immediately stifled the images whenever they popped in her head, but it was happening more and more often.

  She really shouldn’t feed her growing fixation. She should tell Sabrina no and change the subject. But she heard herself saying, “What did she say?”

  “She said Ander was retiring.”

  Lori felt a sharp
kick in her gut. “What?”

  “That’s what Belinda told me. That he was retiring. He wasn’t making new appointments.”

  For a moment Lori’s vision blurred over and she felt a sudden burst of angsty momentum, her legs and arms abruptly moving fast and hard on the elliptical. But it only took her a minute to figure out a sensible solution to the bewildering scenario.

  The tension eased in her chest as she explained, “He’s cutting back on clients.”

  Sabrina’s manicured eyebrows drew together. “Belinda said he was retiring.”

  With a shrug, Lori explained, “He probably wanted to let her down easy, and that was his excuse for refusing her appointments.”

  “And what is his criteria for keeping some clients and letting others go?” Sabrina frowned as if she remained unconvinced.

  “Who knows? Maybe he’s keeping the ones he gets the most money from. Or the ones that aren’t as much work.”

  “And he’s keeping you as a client?”

  “Yeah. He hasn’t said anything about canceling my appointments. We’ve got the rest of the month scheduled out.”

  “Hmm.”

  Lori jerked her head over to glare at her cousin. “What does that mean?”

  “Nothing,” Sabrina said, feigning innocence. “I was just thinking.”

  Gritting her teeth, Lori resolved not to dignify her cousin’s teasing with a response.

  “But seriously,” Sabrina continued, “you had a good time with him in Quebec? It wasn’t weird or awkward?”

  “Why would it be weird or awkward?”

  “I don’t know. Belinda told me that she took him on a weekend to London, and the business matters kept getting in the way of the sexy thrill.”

  Lori swallowed, trying to channel her irrationally conflicted emotions into her workout. It would be far wiser if she just dropped this subject completely. “What business matters?”

  “Oh, you know. Sorting out exactly what his role would be. Keeping track of all the sexual activity so she could pay him at the end. Getting a suite with two bedrooms so he could sleep in his own room. All the logistics.”

  Lori stopped moving, her legs sliding to a slow, heavy stop. “What?”