I nodded, my fingers cradling her jaw. “It’s probably for the best,” I mumbled, leaning in to kiss her again. “I mean, you and I, it’s probably a bad idea…” Our lips connected in another long kiss, her tongue wrestling mine in such a way that I could only wonder how amazing it would feel circling its way around my cock.
She sighed, resting her head against mine as her eyes met mine. She reached for her shirt and slipped it back on, not bothering to button it back up. She reached her hand up to smooth out her hair.
“I better go, Coop.” She hesitated before kissing me softly.
I watched as she stood up and left the room without looking back.
Fuck. That could have gone a little better.
I walked to the bedroom, annoyed with myself for not showing more control. Talk about making things awkward—I’d pretty much just mauled her in the living room only to be shot down. My pride was hurt, but not only that, seeing Mia this weekend had brought to surface all the unresolved feelings I’d shoved deep inside of me when she’d left twelve years ago.
Stripping off my clothes, I climbed into bed, confused by my feelings. I hadn’t seen the girl for so long that she should not have been having this—or any—effect on me. But she did. The thing was, I was feeling all this for a teenage girl I’d once had a crush on, not the sexy, beautiful brunette I’d been kissing tonight. Twenty-six-year-old Mia I knew nothing about. People change. I’d changed. I was far from the shy boy I was back then—though you wouldn’t know it, seeing me around her.
I closed my eyes and imagined she was standing in front of me. That face…that body…my hand moved down my stomach until it gripped my girth. Slowly, I began to work my fist as obscene thoughts of what I wanted to do to her began filtering through my mind.
I imagined her lying on the bed beside me, naked, her flawless skin up against mine. God, I could almost smell the musky scent of her perfume. I remembered how sweet her lips had tasted. Kissing her had been every bit as amazing as I’d imagined it would be.
Slowly, I’d trace my fingers up her thigh, enjoying watching her squirm at my touch. Her head would tilt toward mine as I leaned over to kiss her. Our lips would meet with an urgency and a passion unlike anything I’d ever felt. My finger would slowly move over the outside of her pussy, the softest touch providing her with so much pleasure. She’d gasp, her mouth forming a perfect O as I brought her to the very edge of orgasming.
My hand moved rapidly over the length of my dick as I imagined my finger sliding inside of her, feeling her. Her body would tense, gripping my finger, her hips thrusting forward.
I gasped as I released, the sticky warm substance trickling over my fingers and rolling down my wrist. I breathed heavily as I reached for some tissues to clean myself up. I rolled over, my breathing still rapid, her still on my mind. It had been so long since I had gotten myself off that I’d almost forgotten what it felt like.
I got up early the next morning and left Nic a note saying I had to get back for work. It wasn’t a complete lie—I did have to work, but that wasn’t the reason I was leaving at seven in the morning. It had a lot to do with a certain brown-haired beauty that I’d almost fucked the night before.
Why I felt the need to avoid her, I wasn’t entirely certain. Sure, things had gotten awkward fast last night after that kiss, but by leaving, wasn’t I just postponing the inevitable? I mean, she was moving in with me any day. Maybe I should’ve just sucked it up and dealt with the problem then and there, instead of letting it stew for a few days.
Too late now.
I stopped for fuel at a gas station shortly past the cabin. I checked my messages and saw one from Mia. I rubbed my lips together and clicked on the message. I felt oddly nervous about hearing from her. Running away like an embarrassed schoolgirl hadn’t done much for my self esteem, nor did it paint me in the picture of the mature, levelheaded adult I considered myself to be.
I hope I didn’t scare you off. I really enjoyed spending time with you, I just want to move things slowly. Mia xx
I chuckled and texted back.
No you didn’t scare me off. Headed back early to catch up with some work. Hope to see you later?
It surprised me how much better I felt after hearing from her. What shocked me even more was how much I was looking forward to seeing her again.
Chapter Eight
I unlocked the front door and threw my bag down in the hallway. The drive from the cabin had taken a good few hours, and now I felt like I needed a break to get over the last few days. A vacation from my vacation—that’s great.
Glancing at my phone, I saw it was just after one in the afternoon. I was meeting a client at four. That gave me enough time for a shower and an hour or so to relax.
Stripping off my clothes, I made my way down to the bathroom. I turned on the water, stepping under the stream once it had reached temperature. I sighed as the hot water ran down my face. Sleeping with Mia last night would have been a big mistake, and I was glad we didn’t let it get that far—but leaving this morning without talking to her about it was an even bigger one.
Way to make things more awkward. She was going to be there in a few days for god knew how long. Living under the same roof as a woman I was insanely attracted to was just asking for trouble.
I closed my eyes and ran my hands through my hair. Kissing her had been so amazing. The feel of her skin on mine, the way she touched me, and the way her hands had brushed past my erection. I glanced down and saw that I was at full mast. If I didn’t have to service a client in two hours, I’d have been yanking that thing like there was no tomorrow.
See? There were downsides to my job.
I turned off the water and got out of the shower, wrapping a towel around my waist. I used another towel to roughly dry my arms and chest. Turning off the fan and the light, I made my way down to the living room. Grabbing the remote, I slumped down on the sofa and yawned.
After I switched on the TV, I ran aimlessly through the channels, disgusted with the viewing options for a Monday afternoon. I sighed and turned it off, deciding that nothing was the better option. I picked up my phone again, feeling like hormone-driven teenager.
Almost done with work, and now I’m sitting in front of the TV considering watching The Secret Life of the American Teenager. I think I need to get out more. Or shoot myself. Not sure which yet.
She texted back right away.
Are you suggesting people who watch TSLOTAT don’t have a life? Before you answer, consider that you’re referring to one of my favorite shows, and us fans are a rabid bunch.
I laughed. Of course she shortened it.
This new information surprises me. I thought you were better than that. Honestly? I’m a little disappointed and considering retracting my offer of accommodation.
I chuckled to myself as I switched the TV back on. Now I felt obliged to at least give the show a go before I gave her shit about it. My phone beeped.
Oh, so now you offered? The last I checked, you were kind of roped into it by your sister. Either way, maybe I should retract my acceptance on the basis of your shitty taste in TV shows.
I roared with laughter. Now I had to watch the damn show, if only to give me more ammunition to use against her.
Shut up you idiot. I’ll see you later.
Putting the phone aside, I flicked it onto TSLOTAT—god, now I was doing it.
It didn’t take long for me to be fully immersed in the story, and on the verge of driving down to Target to buy the full four seasons. The only thing stopping me was the shit I’d get if my stash were ever discovered. If that got out, I’d lose all respect as a male escort—hell, I’d lose all respect as a man.
After three back-to-back episodes, I forced myself to turn the TV off. That shit was like crack, and Betty’s mispronunciation of the word ‘coincidence’ was getting on my nerves.
Fuck, I really did need a life. All I did was work and sleep. Maybe I needed to take a course or something. Things were serious w
hen you found yourself getting sucked into shows intended for fourteen-year-old girls.
Lying back on the sofa, I closed my eyes, suddenly feeling really tired. I couldn’t fall asleep—I had less that an hour to get to my appointment with Delaney, but I could daydream.
My mind wandered directly to Mia. I wanted to text her again, but I didn’t want to be that guy—you know, the male equivalent to the clingy girl who keeps texting and texting after sex. I threw the phone onto the armchair on the other side of the room and went back to thinking about her.
What I found most appealing was I could still see the girl I used to know in her. That crazy sense of humor. She was someone who would try anything, and if it fucked up, laugh about it. Everything I’d fallen in love with back then was still there, and more. And the crazy thing was, I couldn’t wait to get to know her again.
Chapter Nine
Delaney Balcott booked me every couple of months. Though she wasn’t a regular, she was a woman who I definitely looked forward to spending time with.
Attractive and single, Delaney oozed confidence in the workforce. On the odd occasion I saw her on the news, her conviction for whatever she was supporting sent chills down my spine. It was actually a huge turn-on, seeing these women on TV or in the newspaper and knowing I knew them in a way that nobody else did. And I was probably one of only a handful of people who could say ‘Yep, I’ve seen you naked.’
Apart from Amalie, Delaney was my only client who preferred me to meet her at her home. Located on the southern side of Manhattan, overlooking the lake, her place could only be described as a palace. And I thought my place was too big for one person. Her house made my apartment look like a shoebox.
I pressed the intercom and announced myself. As the gates opened, I drove through, parking in the garage. Getting out of the car, I hit the button on the wall that sent the garage door back down, and then I strolled over to the internal access door and knocked lightly.
“It’s open, Coop!” Delaney called out.
I turned the handle and pushed it open, stepping inside.
No matter how many times I’d been there, the beauty of the house still shocked me. The place was spotless. The living room boasted huge windows that showcased the breathtaking view—almost as good as mine. With the newest furniture and expensive artworks, Delaney’s house looked like something out of a magazine. Everything had a spot and nothing ever looked out of place.
I walked into the kitchen, where I could hear her puttering around.
She looked up and smiled at me. “Coop,” she said, walking over.
Her long dark hair hung loosely down her back. She was still wearing her work clothes, a grey pencil skirt and a white shirt that looked stunning against her dark skin. She leaned into me, her lips connecting with mine in a passionate kiss.
“You have no idea how happy I am to see you. I’ve been working myself into the ground the last few weeks and I need a release.” She grinned and reached over to the counter for the two wine glasses and a bottle of red.
“It’s good to see you too. You look stunning, as usual.” I placed my hand on the curve of her back as she poured the wine.
“You look pretty good too,” she said, handing me a glass. Her hazel eyes wandered over my body as she licked her lips. “Let’s go upstairs, shall we?”
She took off for the staircase, with me right behind her.
Looking at Delaney, the last thing you’d expect to find in her house was a dedicated sex room. We’re talking walls lined with various sized bats and whips, dildos in every color and shape, and various other toys,
“Over there,” she said, pointing to the king-sized bed against the far wall. “I’ll be back in a minute.”
I walked over the hardwood floor to the bed. The good thing about regular clients was knowing what to expect. Delaney loved to be dominated by men. Our sessions lasted anywhere from an hour to all night, depending on how busy she was.
You’re imagining all sorts of kinky things now, aren’t you? Well, whatever you’re thinking, trust me, the reality is so much better.
Delaney strutted back into the room wearing a matching lace bra and panties. Her hair was twisted up into a bun and fastened into place with several pins. The black stiletto heels she was wearing added several inches to her height, enough so that she now stood taller than me.
“Why don’t you take your clothes off,” she suggested, her voice serious. She stood in front of me, her arms crossed over her chest, watching me, waiting. I let my pants and boxers fall to the floor, and pushed them aside. I lifted my T-shirt over my head and dropped it to the floor.
She took a step forward, curling her hand tightly around my cock. Her eyes narrowed as she stared at me, slowly increasing the pressure her hand had on my dick.
“You want me on my knees, sucking your cock, don’t you?” she accused. I got the feeling Delaney sometimes struggled working in such a male-dominated field, and that encouraged her fascination with BDSM. Our games always started out with her showing her strength, which I slowly broke down until she was at my beck and call.
“I love the feel of a woman’s lips closing around my dick. It’s what women are best at.” I smiled at her. Of course I didn’t really believe that; it was what she wanted to hear. She wanted a reason to be pissed at me, because that’s what turned her on.
She wanted me to fuel the fire.
“Come on, Delaney. Stop wasting my time. Nobody likes a cock tease.” I strolled past her and over to the sofa against the opposite wall. I slid onto the seat and whistled her over like I would a puppy. She scowled, but obliged, walking over until she stood in front of me, her hands on her hips.
“On your knees, honey,” I sighed.
She glared at me as she squatted.
“Come on, take it in your mouth. You realize that when you’re at work, every guy is daydreaming about you sucking his cock?” I chuckled. “I bet that’s how you got to where you are, right? By spending a lot of time on your knees?”
Again, let me be clear: the way I was acting couldn’t be further from what I believe. I’d been with Delaney enough to know that this is what got her off. Her idea of Coop was a guy who thought he was better than everyone else, especially women. A guy who saw women as objects that were inferior to the male species. She housed a lot of anger and I was her source of release, because I reflected her perception of the ninety-nine percent male field she worked in.
She began to work her tongue around my length very slowly, her dark eyes flashing at me.
“Faster, Delaney. Don’t pretend a pretty little thing like you doesn’t know how to suck cock,” I said, mockingly.
Her eyes narrowed as she began to suck me harder.
“That’s a good girl,” I said, keeping my eyes on her. When she got annoyed she was really fucking scary. Her eyes went so black they looked almost evil as they bored into mine.
I sighed again, pretending to be disappointed.
“Okay, get up. This isn’t working for me, honey. I want to fuck you. Do you like being fucked by a real man?”
She stood up, not saying a word, the hateful expression on her face speaking volumes.
“On the bed,” I encouraged her as I walked over to it. I threw myself down, grabbing the condom from the nightstand and slipping on my dick while I waited. She was so precise in ensuring everything would go as she imagined in her head, right down to having the condom ready—which was the complete opposite of what she wanted to be in this fantasy.
She stood up and inched toward the me.
“I hope you don’t work this slow in the office. But then maybe that explains why all the guys get the promotions, huh?” I chuckled.
Her mouth dropped open slightly, and for a moment I thought she might respond. But instead, she closed it and stomped over to me, pulling her panties down and climbing onto me.
“God, yeah. Nothing better than having a woman hanging off your cock,” I said as she lowered herself onto me. “How about you t
ake that pretty little bra off too?” I suggested, cocking an eyebrow.
Her mouth twitched, but she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. Pulling it away from her body, I smiled as her breasts tumbled out. She began to ride me back and forth, her eyes closing as she got into the moment.
“Mmm,” she sighed softly.
“You feel good,” I muttered, my hands sitting on her hips. “Do you imagine yourself getting fucked by the guys at work? That’s what you like, isn’t it?”
She didn’t answer.
“Tell me it’s what you like,” I ordered.
“I like it. I imagine every man at work fucking me,” she said through gritted teeth.
I eased my hand behind her and tossed her over so she was on her back and I was on top of her. She gasped, caught off guard. Taking both her hands, I lifted them to the steel bedframe, where a long length of blue ribbon was already hanging, waiting. I curled the ribbon around her wrists, binding her into place.
“Mm, that’s better,” I sighed, running my finger down her arm, over her breast and down her stomach. “Are you wet for me, Delaney? Tell me,” I ordered after she didn’t answer.
“Yes!” she cried. “I’m wet. Please, Coop, I need this,” she whimpered.
I smiled and walked over to the wall that housed the toys. I picked off a few, inspecting each one before deciding on a Duet Lux—a two pronged vibrator.
“Delaney, you’ve got a lot of toys for someone who is supposed to be a good girl. What would people think if they saw you like this?” I sat on the edge of the bed, my fingers circling the inner area of her thigh. “Don’t you want people to know what a slut you are?”
She shook her head and groaned as I pushed my finger inside of her. I began to massage her clit as she grinded herself against my hand. Sliding my finger out, I placed some lube on the end of the Duet and pushed it inside of her. She gasped as I switched it on to vibrate, her body trying desperately to squirm away from me. I squeezed the prongs as I thrust it in and out of her pussy, now so wet she was making the sheets under her damp.
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