by Faye Avalon
“Mmm.”
“Could you let me do this all night?”
She couldn’t speak for a moment, as the tip of his finger was stroking a really sensitive spot. “I’d prefer you do other stuff, too.”
He slid his finger in and out, slow and deep, making her muscles contract pleasurably around him. “What kind of other stuff?”
She moved her hips sinuously in time with the rhythm he set up. “The kind that needs your pants off.”
His laugh was ragged, but he didn’t stop. “We’ve got a whole lot more to do before we get to that.”
Her eyelids flickered open, her insides shivering in anticipation. “Like what?”
Pure wickedness gleamed in his eyes. “This.”
Watching her, he lowered his head. Seconds before his mouth closed over her heat she let her eyelids drift down. His lips were warm, his breath hot, and his tongue—oh sweet heaven, his tongue.
This was what her fevered dreams had consisted of for so very long. His hands, his mouth, his tongue … doing deliciously wicked things to her, making her simmer, burn.
He pushed against her shimmering flesh, his devilish tongue knowing exactly what spot … exactly what spot to tease in order to pull the most amazing reaction from her body.
Her body was like a flame, every part firing up beneath his tantalizing touch. But the catalyst of her pleasure was at the point where his tongue dipped and twisted. So deep inside her now that she pressed her feet against the sofa cushions, elevating her hips to urge him ever onward. Ever deeper.
Inside her everything pulsed; everything throbbed. Damn it, but if he didn’t stop … if he didn’t stop…
“Oh, oh, bloody hell…”
She came hard. Part of her had wanted this to last, to string out every minute, every second, to have the first orgasm he gave her be so momentous that she could remember it for the rest of her days.
Instead, she surged, her needy flesh clamping beneath his mouth, around his tongue, holding him inside her.
Every muscle tightened and pulsed; colors flashed and deepened. As the climax faded, her hips dropped back down to the cushions.
She sucked in breath, felt the oxygen fill her lungs, the warmth of her blood caressing her skin and the residual pumping of her intimate muscles refusing to release James from his oral accomplishment.
Throwing one arm over her head, Lexi licked her dry lips while uttering satisfied little sounds.
James withdrew, sitting up slowly and drawing his tongue across his lower lip. It was as if he were tasting the sweetest of nectar, and his own pleasure was evident.
She pushed away the thought that he was adept at playing a role, acting out a scenario for women who were looking for exactly what she was looking for. A night of robust, unadulterated sex with a man who could undoubtedly provide it.
Except those other women hadn’t had that man fill their dreams, had they? They hadn’t dreamed of this night since forever. Hadn’t anticipated every single thing they hoped he would do to them since they’d turned eighteen.
Before she could say anything, do anything, he lifted her leg and eased her over until she was on her stomach, her backside inches from his head. She made herself comfortable, then looked over her shoulder.
“Look at this gorgeous bare ass,” he said, low and throaty. “Just waiting to be spanked.” He leaned down, his hands on the cushions beside her shoulders, his mouth close to her ear. “Like that, would you? My hands slapping down on your naked ass?”
Right then, she couldn’t think of a damn thing she’d like more. “Do I get to spank you? After?”
He chuckled, the sound reverberating sexily in her ear. “That’s not how it works.”
“I thought it worked however I wanted it to work.”
He didn’t reply, but levered himself up to sitting, his palms molding her backside. Little pulses began between her legs again, her stomach clenching against the fabric of the sofa. He kneaded, squeezed, pinched, until she was clenching her teeth to stop from crying out. Bloody hell, she was desperately wet, burning up, and aching.
He raised one of his hands, and seconds later it swatted down hard on her cheek. She jumped, squealing from the initial shock of it. His free hand slid beneath her waist, lifting her hips a few inches, and then he spanked her again. Although she anticipated it this time, she still couldn’t help jerking, squealing.
It seemed to spur him on because his spanks got faster, harder. Then they slowed, became softer. Her ass positively burned. She closed her eyes, biting her lip. Hell, but it was amazing, the contrast between pain and pleasure, hard and soft, fast and slow.
After another sharp slap, he left his palm on her cheek, and leaned down again. The fabric of his trousers grazed lightly against her tender flesh, his masculine scent invading her nostrils. “That’s for your games.”
With the side of her face pressed against the cushion, she muttered, “Games?”
“For luring me up here. Making it so that I can’t resist doing this to you.”
Everything inside her glowed in the same manner she imagined her ass did. She’d made it so he couldn’t resist her? Did that mean he really wanted her?
She turned her head a little. “Then maybe I really should get to spank you, too. You played your own games. Refusing to honor the booking.”
He whipped her around again until she was lying on her back. “Not going to happen.”
“Why not?”
“Because this is your night.” Something flashed quick and soft in his eyes, but was gone before she could even blink. “You only paid for the Plus package. That means the client gets serviced. Straight sex. No frills. I’ve given you a little extra with the spanking. My treat.”
He opened her legs, placed his palm on her mound. The way he moved his fingers against her slit put paid to any disappointment she endured at hearing him spell out, yet again, the reason they were together.
“What package would I have to get to do things to you?”
He shrugged, his fingers not stilling. “Escort Extreme.”
“What sort of things would that include?”
“Anything goes.”
She squirmed a little as he pressed his thumb an inch inside her. She was worked up again, so wet and ready, that it felt as if he went really deep. “No limits?”
He flicked his thumb, so that he hit exactly the right spot. She bucked her hips.
“You don’t want to be thinking along those lines.”
She was so turned on, she didn’t care that she was this exposed to him, didn’t care that his eyes were narrowed and shooting out warnings. “It’s a free country. I can think along any line I choose.”
He withdrew his thumb and slipped two fingers along her crease, his movement aided by her wetness. “You think you know how it is? You’re wrong.” He pushed inside her, one hand on her thigh keeping her wide open. “You can get burned.”
It seemed incongruous to be holding what amounted to a conversation while he was slowly, sensuously bringing her to climax again. “Maybe I want to get burned. By you.”
His fingers stilled, his narrowed eyes dark and forbidding. “I’m not lover material, Lexi.”
“Who says that’s what I want?”
He sat back, withdrawing from her. “Seems you’ve got all these mixed-up versions of me in your head. Do you think that sex is anything but a job to me?”
She hitched herself onto her elbows. “How could I think anything but, when all you seem to do is shove that aspect down my throat?”
“It needs repeating. There are no hearts and flowers involved in what I do. I fuck for money.”
She winced at his harsh, crude statement, and seconds later she was coaxed from the sofa and marched across the room to the full-length mirror. He pulled her in front of him and stared at her in the glass.
He brought his free hand up to cup one breast, squeezed lightly. “I’ll do whatever you want me to do to these plump, ripe breasts of yours.” His thumb flicked against her
nipple sending shooting arrows of need between her breasts and her core.
His hand slid down, over her ribcage, over her stomach, and he cupped her mound. “I’ll do whatever you want me to do to this hot, wet pussy of yours.” He pressed the tip of his finger a bare inch inside her.
He bit down on her earlobe and pressed his cock roughly into her back. “I’ll fuck you until you scream.”
Applying more pressure against her heat, he teased her intimate flesh with his fingertip. “But get this straight. There are no rainbows or unicorns at the end of it. Like I said, I fuck for money. Period.”
Every word he said pushed like a knife into her ribcage, into her heart. Shattering her stupid hopes that there could be something more for them. But she wouldn’t show him how he’d hurt her, how brutal he’d been with his words and insinuations. Instead she let her temper take over, protecting herself from his cruel taunts.
She stood her ground, facing him in the mirror. “Except you haven’t yet, have you? Fucked me, I mean. And that’s what I’ve paid for, so bloody well get on with it.”
His eyes glittered. “If that’s what you want.”
“It is. It’s all I want. So don’t get so damned high and mighty with me, you arrogant prick. You said you’re not lover material? Well, who the hell cares? If I wanted lover material I wouldn’t be hiring a male escort. And certainly not you.”
Before he could say anything, before he could start spouting on about how she was deluded, idiotic, naïve, she marched into the bedroom, not caring about her naked state.
She threw back the duvet and turned around, glaring at him when he came into the room and just stared at her.
“Get your bloody pants off and do what I’ve paid you to do.”
His nostrils flared in warning, but she was too damned mad to care. After several infuriating moments, when Lexi thought he might actually turn and march out of her apartment, he toed out of his shoes and reached down to pull off his socks.
“You’re sure?”
She huffed, still so incensed that her breathing came in short sharp gasps. “Get naked. Do your job.”
Since he was hell bent on continually reminding her of what he was and what he did, she would remind him that she was the client. He was here at her request. She paid his salary, at least for that one night.
Her erratic breathing wasn’t helped when he unfastened his belt and slid the zipper on his pants. He shrugged out of them. Commando, she thought, her stomach jumping as his erection sprang free. She’d never known a man who went without underwear.
It was ridiculously hot.
Naked, he stood in the doorway, hands on his narrow hips. Like some returning marauding warrior, about to demand his spoils from the woman he’d left behind. Her insides did the most amazing dance.
He was built, his chest toned and tanned. The Celtic cross tattoo on his left pectoral made him seem dangerous and wild, more like the rebellious youth rather than the suave, sophisticated professional who sold his skills for money.
But she wasn’t going to think about that. Not about the money thing. She was going to have this night with her very own bad boy. The bad boy of her dreams. The one she’d fallen for so many years ago and hadn’t quite been able to get out of her system.
“Get on the bed,” James instructed, not moving from the doorway. “Lie on your back and spread your legs.”
Briefly, and since he took pleasure in reminding her he was only doing his job, she considered reminding him that she was the one in charge. But his bold demands pushed excitement into her core, and she relished his commanding manner.
Dutifully, she did as he instructed, her breath catching as he strode toward her. He hadn’t taken his eyes from hers, and he looked deliciously sexy with his hint of evening stubble striking out over that strong, determined chin. She thought about how his mouth had felt between her legs, how the stubble had grazed her delicate parts and sent thrills over her as he plunged his tongue deep inside.
Bloody hell. How was it that she’d gone from furious to lust-filled in a matter of seconds? She’d come twice already, almost three times if you counted the spanking thing. Now here she was wet and ready to climax yet again.
She hoped, this time, he’d be inside her.
She looked down, realizing for the first time that he carried a small box. He took out a condom, then placed the open box on the table beside the bed. Lexi swallowed. How many times would they have sex that night? she wondered, before being completely distracted by the erotically charged way he slid on the condom.
Suitably attired, he came around to the bottom of the bed, grabbed her ankles, and pulled her down until her lower legs dangled over the edge. He stood between her knees, gripped her hips, and yanked them up.
Lexi had one heady moment to think that what she’d dreamed about for years was about to happen when the head of his cock pressed against her heated folds. She jerked, tensed.
James halted, his chest expanding as he inhaled. “Okay?”
“Of course.” She willed herself to relax, to go with it, to experience what she’d waited so long to enjoy.
Lexi closed her eyes, biting her lip as his wide girth stretched her open, the sheer force of his possession stealing what little breath she managed to snatch.
“Keep your eyes open.”
At the low, graveled command she did exactly that, and was enthralled by the intensity in the deep chocolate depth of his gaze. He pushed farther, one hand going to her inner thigh, anchoring her as she tried to close her legs to ease the force of his entry.
He went slow, so slow it was almost excruciating. But she sensed he was taking his time for her benefit. Because she’d tensed, because she’d jerked at the first nudge of him. She wanted to really love him for that, but the pressure was building so fast, heightened by each slow push forward.
She gasped and hiked her hips as much as the weight on her inner thigh would allow.
Then he was inside her, all the way. To the hilt.
He pushed her hard into the mattress, retreating momentarily before pushing back again. The rhythm he set was no longer slow, and it snatched away her breath again. She bit her lip, determined not to cry out his name as he pumped inside her. She didn’t want him to think she craved anything more from him than what he was currently giving her.
One hell of a fuck.
She threw an arm over her head, gasping with each pummeling thrust. His eyes were almost closed, but she knew he watched her, that he caught every nuance. His biceps worked fiercely as he held the bulk of his weight from her, his pectorals contracting with each shove forward. She linked her ankles around his waist, drawing him even closer, wanting him ever deeper.
Her inner muscles gripped him, milking him hard. She wanted him as lost in her as she was in him. She wanted him to realize that he’d waited for this moment, too. To admit that he’d spent years wanting her, desiring her. She wanted him to love her.
There was no time to ponder that last realization because he’d angled himself a little differently and was stroking her sensitive inner flesh so amazingly that she felt the first warning clench of orgasm.
“James…” His name left her lips before she could stop it, what little barrier she had erected against him tumbling down to ashes as she came. Hard. Over and over.
Her body was on fire, her mind in some faraway place where she held no form, no substance. Only the feel of James inside her, taking her on a blistering journey of erotic pleasure.
“Fuck!”
His grated expletive anchored her again, and she came down from the heights as James enjoyed his own orgasm. The delicious feel of him, even with the barrier of the condom, was almost as sensational as her own release. Almost.
For long moments, her feminine muscles continued to contract around him.
“For fuck’s sake, Lexi. Quit that.”
“I can’t.”
Since they were both fighting for breath, chests heaving with the effort, neither of th
em said anything more for what seemed like ages.
Lexi lay with her eyes closed, her legs still wrapped around James’s waist, her arms thrown wantonly to the side. He was heavy above her, although still with one arm braced beside her hip holding his weight from her. She breathed in his enticing scent. It was hard not to, since he was all around her. Every breath she took was filled with him. Oh hell. How on earth was she supposed to keep up this façade that she couldn’t give a damn about this being any more than it was?
Sex. Pure and simple. At least for him.
Chapter Three
James wasn’t entirely sure what the hell had just happened. One minute he was taking his time, remembering that this was Lexi, the girl he’d watched grow up, the girl that despite what she tried to have him believe was still at heart that naïve, sweet kid sister of his best friend.
But he’d no sooner felt her wet heat wrap around his cock than he was lost to any kind of thought. She morphed into Lexi the siren, the temptress, the woman he’d tried to push from his mind over the years but who’d remained the one he’d let get away. The one he’d pushed away.
Shit. He’d pumped into her like a fucking train. What kind of guy did that make him? And what had happened to his professionalism, his ability to switch off from all thought and just do his damn job? Keeping women happy. That’s what he did. It was the way he earned his living.
Yet, here he was, trying hard to keep his weight off her so he didn’t crush that lush body of hers. Attempting to atone not only for the way he’d treated her back when, but also for the way he’d treated her tonight. Okay, he wasn’t a stranger to fierce, almost violent sex—some of his clients demanded it—but he’d always drawn the line at downright hurting them.
He looked at her, ashamed to realize that he was in no hurry to withdraw his cock from her hot, heady depths. Until her muscles tightened around him again.
“Shit, Lexi. I’m not kidding.”
Her eyes narrowed like a cat’s. One who’d tasted the cream and knew it was in her power to claim more. “I can’t help it. You’re really big.”
“My ego doesn’t need stroking.”
