by Ada Scott
She shivers in excitement. I still haven’t seen her breasts, but I kneel down on the bed behind her to reach around her front and feel them, my breath on her neck, and I hear a gasp from her as my hands squeeze her soft breasts, my hardness pressing against her back. My thumbs make small circles along the soft flesh up to the hardening buds at the center of each breast.
“You feel incredible,” I say in a low rumble that nearly melts her. “I want to see the rest of you. If you want to stop at any point, just say coffee. Then I’ll stop completely—just say that one word.”
“Okay,” she breathes, then turns her head to look at me a moment before smiling and turning back around, laying back on the sheets to let me help her wiggle the rest of the way out of her dress.
Sitting there in nothing but her panties, she makes my cock swell so hard that I’m worried it will burst out. She looks stunning. When I thought of her like a piece of artwork earlier, I was wrong.
No art could do her justice.
“Fuck, Jane,” I say in a husky tone, and that makes her smile and blush. I want to ravage her right here and now, but I want to see what she means by fooling around. Her eyes devour me, and I roll my shoulders back as I walk toward her on my knees.
“Can I see it?” she asks, her eyes fixed between my legs. That simple question fills my body with fire, and I cup her face in my hand to kiss her on the lips before standing back up and removing my belt. I pull my pants down and let my shaft spring free.
She’s stunned silent as she watches the length of my cock stiffen in the air before her like a pillar. She looks hypnotized, and her mouth hangs open a little, full lips looking more delicious than ever.
“Do you want this?” I ask again, my massive hand wrapping around my cock and giving it a stroke up and down, making it stiffen even more.
She nods instantly yet slowly as she swallows. Her eyes flit up to me, pleading.
“I want to touch it. I want to…I want to make you feel good,” she breathes, and I can tell she can’t believe the words are spilling out of her lips.
In response, I lay down on my back, propped up a little by the pillows on the bed, and I work my pants off the rest of the way, letting her gaze on my full body.
“Touch it,” I encourage her as she looks on at my cock in complete wonder, her tongue swiping across her lips. “Do what feels natural—I’ll help you through the rest.”
She nods, coming forward on all fours at me and kneeling between my legs, her innocent eyes enchanted by the thick, vein-ribbed shaft that runs up to the swollen, bulging crown.
Her hand reaches forward, hesitating a moment before she lets her fingertips brush the shaft. At her touch, my cock stands stiffer, and she almost pulls her hand back, but she presses on instead. “It’s so much bigger than I ever thought it would be,” she breathes.
She wraps her fingers around my shaft, and I draw in a breath at the feeling. Her hands are soft and small, but they make my whole body feel electrified. She goes up and down the shaft, and her other hand goes to my balls, cupping them in her palm. She feels their weight and almost plays with them. Her face is bright and attentive, and it makes my heart feel warm.
“And these are so much heavier than I thought,” she breathes. “God, it’s all just...just so much more than I thought.”
“Don’t be shy,” I say reassuringly. “Touch the crown.”
She obeys, bringing her hand up to the dark head of my cock, and my whole body shudders as she rolls her thumbs over it like I did to her nipples. She licks her lips and looks at me as if asking for permission, and I nod.
Slowly, she brings her lips down to my cock and puts them to the tip. My whole body feels a rush of energy as her soft, warm lips touch me. My body is large and powerful, but the slightest touch of hers at my most sensitive spear makes it all on fire.
Encouraged, she gets a little braver. In one hand, she rolls my balls back and forth in her palm while she lets her hot breath roll over my cock. Her long eyelashes flutter closed almost in reverence, and, as she moves her lips softly against my cock with her head bowed like that, she almost looks like she’s in prayer.
Her tongue rolls out next, tasting my crown, and her face flushes red for a moment before she tastes even more of my cock. She brings her lips further down, letting them wrap around the rim of my head while her tongue lavishes the tip with attention. It’s hot and wet, and it promises so much about what it’ll be like between her legs.
My body is poised for her. I reach up and run my fingers through her hair while she tongues my cock, urging her onward.
She nearly purrs in response, arching her back and taking a little more into her mouth as she starts to run her hand up and down my shaft more regularly. She’s starting to find her own rhythm, discovering every new thing about my cock at her own pace while my strong hands hold her.
She starts drawing her tongue over the slit of my tip, and it drives my senses wild. My body feels electric. They say a man’s pleasure is all centered around his cock, but it can be so much more in the right hands, and Jane is a natural.
My fingers tighten into a firm but gentle hold in her hair, as I let her take more and more of me into her mouth. I feel the length of her tongue cradling me, moving back and forth.
Her lips are a soft and smooth edge to the sleeve she’s made her mouth into. She starts experimenting with her tongue, rolling it left and right, feeling new parts of my shaft that she hasn’t tasted yet, then curling her tongue around it like a cradle to feel the weight.
I hear her sighing, gasping breathing as I close my eyes and tilt my head back. “That’s a good girl, Jane,” I groan, and I mean every word of it. She takes that well, leaning forward and pushing my cock back a little to expose the underside.
She runs the tip of her tongue along the softest skin there, playing with fire as she gets excited with her little motions. Soon she takes her whole mouth away from my cock, then lets her tongue out and strokes up the entire length of my cock’s underside.
My heavy chest rises and falls with a ragged shudder as I feel my tightness mounting. I glance down to see a playful smile on her face as she explores my manhood. She brings her lips to kiss my heavy sac, warming them at her touch as she moves from one to the other, moaning into the soft skin beneath my cock.
When she’s had enough of this, she slowly brings her lips up the length of my shaft, peppering it with warm, wet kisses and letting her tongue wash over it generously before she comes back to the tip.
With her upper lip perched on the tip, her eyes flutter open to meet my gaze for a moment. She’s holding my cock with both hands now, looking like she’s clutching a crucifix she’s praying over...and kissing.
“I want to make you finish,” she breathes over it. “How...how do I…?”
I smile, adjusting my position a little to make it even easier for her to handle me. “Keep going, and get a rhythm going. Slow and steady, then a little faster with time. Don’t force it, let it come.”
She takes a breath, then dives in.
Her mouth engulfs the tip of my cock, and she brings her tongue from the bottom of where her lips reach to the tip, and there she lingers a little, washing her tongue back and forth over it in little circles before she repeats the motion. And again. And again.
Her hand moves up and down, and she keeps her thumb on the underside of my shaft as she goes. It isn’t long before I feel my cock pulse, needy for release. She almost slows down at the feeling of the pulse, but she keeps going, knowing she’s not done yet.
With another taste, a sound of surprise from her tells me she’s gotten her first taste of my precum, but she’s in it for the long run, and she just uses it to lubricate the already-soaking tip of my cock as her tongue dances around it and her hand works harder.
Her rhythm gets steadier, faster with every second, but she doesn’t lose control of the situation. And I never lose control of her. My fist is almost tight in her hair, but it doesn’t stop her. When I sque
eze, it just makes her more enthusiastic.
Finally, I feel the tension in my cock start to roil over the point of no return. I draw in a sharp breath, and Jane takes that as her cue to let loose. She starts swirling her tongue all around the tip of my cock while her hand starts pumping my shaft hard, wantonly, the rhythm giving way to raw energy before my balls tighten and my cock twitches hard, my own back arching as my jaw hangs open. My whole body tightens, my fist grips the sheets, and with this innocent virgin’s lips on my cock, I come.
Pearly, hot fluid shoots out of the tip of my cock into her mouth, and the sound of her gasping sigh is like a musical note from heaven in the air. The first shot is long and hard, and the second and third fill her mouth.
To my surprise, she keeps her lips around my cock, and she swallows before I’ve even finished. She moans into my cock as pulse after pulse fills her up, but she just takes more of it into her while my body uncoils, emptying itself into her completely.
At last, the shots of white gold start to slow down, and Jane relaxes, finally taking her lips off my cock and gasping for air as she looks at me with a slack jaw.
We smile at each other, breathing heavily, and suddenly, a final shot of my seed spurts from my shaft and lands on her breasts. She giggles, and I give a deep chuckle as I sit up slowly, pushing her back onto her back to use my fingers to take it off her breasts before kissing those talented lips and locking eyes with her, pinning her down in rough, strong hands. I make her lick the last remaining seed from my fingers as I watch.
“How was that?” she asks softly, smiling up at me hopefully.
“You’re incredible,” I say in a husky growl that makes her shiver. I stroke her hair gently, letting the silence hang blissfully between us a moment before I speak again. “Let me return the favor. No penetration, just my mouth—would you like that?”
Her eyes watch me steadily for a moment, her blush already glowing on her cheeks, and she nods.
I’m not wasting time. With that consent, I sit up enough to pull her panties down and off, and without giving her the time to adjust, I seize her legs, hands sliding up and down those smooth thighs until I get a hold of her hips, and she’s mine.
I bring my tongue to her slit and breathe in her arousal as the first stroke gives her as much attention as she gave me. But Jane is completely inexperienced, and her body’s reaction shows it.
She gasps loudly, a shudder wracking her whole body—is she already so close? That doesn’t mean I’ll go easy on her. I draw my tongue across her again, focusing on her clit and letting my tongue linger there a little before I dive in again.
Soon, my tongue is darting in and out, fast, torturing her poor clit as she writhes under me. Her hands wrap around my head, fingers in my hair, but where I held onto her for control, she holds onto me for support. Her body is overcome by her pleasure, and I’m driving it forward with abandon.
She starts trying to thrust her hips upward just a little, as if in rhythm, but I have total control of her body. I angle her up as I drink from her, her honey flowing freely already, and it isn’t long before I hear the telltale whimpering from her lips.
I groan into her lips as she grabs a fistful of sheets, wraps her legs around my neck, and lets out a scream as her whole body crashes through an orgasm. My face is soaked with her as she comes, and her scream fades into a blissfully satisfied sigh. I feel her body practically melting into the bed, and when I lift my face from her pussy, I see her looking dead, save for her breasts rising and falling with her breaths.
With a low growl, I stand up, and her eyes flutter open. Wordlessly, I step into the bathroom, and I hear her call after me, “Caleb?”
When I return, the sound of water running can be heard from the bathroom. I walk back to the bed and scoop her up in my arms, She yelps, putting her arms around my neck and smiling up at me as I do to her.
“That was...oh my god, that was amazing,” she says, breathless.
Instead of responding, I walk her back to the bathroom, where I’ve already started running a bath in the two-person jacuzzi.
“You’re amazing,” I say gently, kissing her on the forehead as I lower her into the warm water.
“Oh, you didn’t have to—” she starts, but I shush her with a smile.
“You’ve had a long day, and it helps to wind down a little after,” I say. As hot water runs, I take a washcloth and start gently running it over her body in the bath, and after a moment’s hesitation, she leans back and lets herself gets washed off, a peaceful smile on her face.
After a few minutes, the water is up past her thighs, and she looks thoughtful.
“Something the matter?” I ask.
She thinks for a moment, then speaks carefully. “Tonight’s been unbelievable,” she breathes, sounding half-dreamy in the daze of her afterglow.
“But?” I ask.
Again, a pause. She almost looks afraid to speak, and I know what she’s going to ask. “Caleb, what happened back there, at the gallery? What really happened? Why were we in danger, who would want to throw you out or interrogate you or whatever?”
I squeeze the washcloth in the bathwater, then look at her honestly. I won’t hold anything back from her. We’re past that. The next words from my mouth are heavy.
“I’m involved with the mafia, Jane,” I say, and I can feel the weight of the words drop as her face pales. “I hired you tonight because I needed an escort, and you seemed like you’d have an eye for art. Those forgeries—that art gallery was filled with men who are taking my bosses for a ride.”
She’s silent, her face stunned, and she has every right to be. I don’t feel I need to say much more. I set the washcloth on the side of the tub and stand up slowly, wiping my hands dry on a towel before looking back down at her.
“I like you, Jane, but you didn’t sign up for this, no matter what your contract says. I’m going to go for a walk. I’ll leave everything here. If you’re gone when I come back, I won’t come after you, I won’t ask questions, and I won’t be angry. You can walk away from this, and I’ll do everything I can to keep the mob off your back. I can’t promise anything, but I can give you a way out. I’m sorry.”
Without another word, I walk out of the bathroom, get dressed, and head out the door.
A storm of emotions brews in my heart. I know that if she leaves, she might not get the money from her contractors—maybe I can figure out how to lie to them and say she was with me the whole week. And I’ll have to act fast if I want to keep the mob from trying to go looking for her if we were really spotted at the gallery. But all that is the least I can do for dragging this sweet girl into this.
For now, I start on a walk around the block, because I have to clear my head and get ready for her not to be there when I go back to the hotel room.
Because if I’m honest with myself, as much as I want to deny it...I don’t want her to go.
Jane
I’m lying in the darkness of the early morning, listening to the hum of neon lights outside, the whoosh of cars passing far below on the streets.
After Caleb left me here in the hotel room, the space suddenly began to feel claustrophobic and lonely, so I opened the window just a crack to let some of the night air waft in through the screen. I can hear the occasional laughter or yell of a drunken hotel patron walking along the sidewalk, and I wonder what their lives must be like. If they can afford to stay at a place like this without having to offer up their bodies for sale, they must be pretty well off. I imagine they must live easy lives, surrounded by luxury and softness and so, so many options. Will I fly to Dubai this weekend? Or Barcelona? Will I buy myself a new Ferrari or a Jaguar? Will I quit my job to go on a three-month journey to “find myself” in Bali?
Sitting on the edge of the bed, I roll my eyes and sigh. I can’t possibly relate to that kind of lifestyle. That kind of freedom. It goes beyond a sense of stability and safety, it’s just pure frivolity at that point.
Still, I can’t help but feel j
ealous. All these fancy people who inherited their money from a wealthy parent or whatever—they never have to feel the sting of terror I feel when I think about the fact that my grandfather could die simply because we weren’t lucky enough to be born into a wealthy lineage. And it’s not like we’ve been lazy. Grandpa has worked his ass off his whole life, just like my parents did, and just like I will. Those rich folks… they’ll never have to worry about whether they can afford medical treatment. It’s just another chunk of money to put on their endless tab.
“What a life,” I murmur aloud, standing up and walking into the swanky en suite bathroom. I glance over at the bathtub, remembering viscerally the sensation of Caleb’s strong hands softly scrubbing at my skin, squeezing foamy, floral-scented water over my shoulders and down my back. His fingertips sliding down my arms, giving me goosebumps even in the warm water. Basking in the afterglow, recovering from the shock and surprise of what we’d just done. I can’t help but shiver thinking about it. The bathroom still smells like rose and jasmine, the scent hanging in the air like a question I’ve been avoiding asking of myself.
Do I stay or do I go?
I don’t know the full scope of the kind of dangerous life Caleb leads, but I do have a sense that the longer I stay around him, the further into the muck I’ll be dragged. The look on that guy’s face earlier tonight at the gallery… well, that wasn’t just the expression of a regular business rival or jealous guy. That was something much worse. He looked like he really wanted to hurt Caleb. And hurt me, too.
I swallow hard and look at myself in the bathroom mirror, my face illuminated perfectly under the bright lights that had to have been designed for professional makeup artists. Every curve of my cheeks and smooth line of my nose and jaw are on display. The makeup so artfully applied by the team of experts at the spa what seems like ages ago now has pretty much faded, evaporated away. My mascara and eyeliner are smudged, the lipstick long since rubbed off. And those permanent, faint bags under my eyes are peeking through again, reminding me of what my usual lifestyle is like.
