“Well, good. I’m glad you see that.” I tried to rub her back, but she stepped away from me.
“Look, Joe. Thanks for the date. You did a great job, but I’m just going to go up to the room, have a couple more drinks that I’ll undoubtedly regret in the morning, and go to sleep. So can I have the key please?”
“No. I’ll see you upstairs, and then I’ll go if that’s what you really want. But I’d like to stay. God, come on, Faith. Do you know how they’re going to talk if I’m not here in the morning?” My insides all clenched up in anger just thinking about it. Her sisters would be vicious.
“It’s not your problem.” She finally looked up at me, because she was getting pissed. That was fine with me. Pissed was better than sad. “Jesus, you really are hot. I’ll bet just looking into your eyes makes women drop their clothes.”
I had no idea what to say to that. Normally, I gave a thank you or spouted out some smart ass comment. But I was flattered when Faith said those things. I wanted her to think I was hot. I wanted her to like to look into my eyes.
“No more talking about other women. I’m here with you, not another woman. Now, stop being stubborn and let me stay the night. We can get drunk together if that’s what you want, and I’ll sleep on the couch. Scout’s honor.” Yeah… I never was a scout.
“Fine.” She pushed the elevator button and the door opened with a soft ding. I grabbed her elbow when she stumbled slightly on her heels. “What floor are we?”
I opened the jacket that held the key card. “706.” She hit the button for the seventh floor and we slowly started to ascend.
“I don’t know why I let them get to me. They’re right, anyway. I am husky. Why in the hell did I agree to wear this stupid dress?”
“Faith, you are not husky. Fuck, you were the hottest woman in that room. It’s all I could do to keep my hands from roaming down your body to grab your ass and pull you into me.” We were just passing the third floor and I walked over to her, crowding her back into the corner. My hands were digging into her hips and my lips brushed her ear. “You drive me insane, Faith Graham. All I can think about is burying myself so deep inside you that you won’t be able to think about anything but how good I make you feel.”
My lips crushed hers in a bruising kiss. Something inside of me snapped. I lost all control. Our teeth mashed together, and I forced myself to slow down. Ding. We passed the fourth floor, or was it the fifth? I didn’t know. I didn’t care.
Faith was trying to push me away, even as I felt her tongue push past my lips. I loosened my hold, but deepened the kiss, thrusting my tongue against hers, swallowing her moans. She didn’t know what she wanted, and I knew I was being a rat bastard. God help me—I knew I was taking advantage of her.
My right hand was now under her dress, through that lovely slit, cupping her bottom. Just like I’d been thinking about. I felt for her panties and was rewarded with bare skin. A little farther and I discovered the thin strip of silk to her thong. Nothing would have pleased me more than to see her wearing nothing else but that thong. And maybe her sparkling, strappy high heels. Fuck!
In the background, I dimly heard the elevator announce our floor. Faith was still clinging to me as I walked us backward out of the elevator. When I gently pulled away from her, she let me go with a groaning protest.
She looked up at me with her half lit, glassy eyes, and my damn honor came to the forefront. I was not going to take her when she was in that state. When I fucked her—no—when I made love to her for the first time, she was going to be there with me one hundred percent.
But you know what? Fuck it. That doesn’t mean I can’t get her off. Hell, who knew? Maybe I’d find enough satisfaction in making her feel good to make up for me being left with a raging hard-on.
Faith stumbled a bit again as I unlocked the door and we made our way into the room. Before she could change her mind, I backed her up against the wall and kissed her deep again. Luck was with me. She even helped me wrap her legs around my waist, giving a little jump up as I put my right hand under her thigh using my left against the wall for leverage.
“Hold onto me, Faith. I’m going to make you feel so good that you’ll never want to let me go.” She nodded her agreement and pulled at my tie. It took her a bit, but she got my tie undone and my shirt unbuttoned.
“Seriously, Joe. Nobody looks like this.” She ran her hands down my bare chest and abs. Before she got to the waistband of my pants, I stopped her.
“Faith, I need you to hold onto me. I want you pushed up against this wall right now. Help me.” I knew I couldn’t let her get her hands on my dick. There’s no way I was strong enough to say no if she got her hands on me.
My lips brushed her throat as she put one arm around my neck and one around my back. She tasted unbelievable. It’s funny how one person tastes different than another. Although, really, I haven’t done this much before. I’m not a kisser. It’s too personal, but with Faith, I can’t get enough.
When I gently bit down on her bare collarbone, she let out a squeal of delight.
“Oh, do that again.”
Only too happy to oblige, I licked and nibbled on her some more as my hand found its way back under her dress. I gently lowered her feet to the ground to free up my hands. Ever so slowly, so I didn’t scare her off, I caressed her thigh. With each caress, I moved an inch higher until my thumb was brushing the silk covering her pussy.
“Wait. Joe, I—“
I went back to kissing her lips, as I’d found it was an extremely effective and satisfying way to make her stop thinking. Her panties were wet when I made my way back to them. Not damp, but wet. You have no idea how much I wanted my mouth on her. To taste her right at her core.
“Faith. Lift your dress for me. Let me see you.”
“What? No, Joe. I can’t.”
She tried to push away from me again, but I coaxed her back with soothing kisses. It didn’t take much convincing. The next time my hands drifted closer to her, I lightly ran my palm over her pussy, groaning at the dampness left behind. She didn’t pull away so I ran my thumb over her with more pressure.
“Oh, God. That feels so good.”
“Good,” I breathed out between kisses. “Just relax and feel.” I continued my onslaught and let my thumb slip inside her panties. Her knees were trembling as I ran it along the folds of her pussy.
She was so wet that it was driving me mad. All I could think about was tasting her, lapping up the abundant juice I could feel all over her pussy. I was starting to lose control again. She was too much for me. Me. Joe fucking Starling brought to heel by a five-foot-six bit of woman.
I picked her up and raced over to the bed. Almost angry by how much I wanted this woman. Knowing I wouldn’t have her that night, I practically threw her on the bed. I climbed up and over her, fusing our lips together before she had a chance to stop me.
My hands went right back to her legs and I pulled her dress up. She was grabbing me frantically and thrusting her hips upward. I don’t even think she was aware of it. I’ve never seen a woman so hot for me, not even slutty Sophia.
Her inhibitions were surely lowered thanks to the copious amounts of liquor she’d consumed. “Please, Joe. I need… something.”
I wish I could say I calmly and slowly kissed my way down her body and smoothly took her thong off with my teeth, but that’s not how it happened. What I did was grab it with both hands and tore it off, pulling her down to the edge of the bed as my knees hit the floor. When I got my first taste of that sweet pussy, I felt the low groan that left my throat in every part of my body. She tasted even better than I imagined.
She stiffened with shock and need. I made myself relax my hold on her and gave her long, sensuous licks stopping on her clit, sucking gently on that perfect nub.
“Joe. I’ve never—”
Her speech was cut off when I blew on her sensitive pussy, immediately following with another sharp, quick suck. It was entirely possible that I was having the b
est night of my life. Although my cock was ungodly hard and wanting.
“Ah, God.” My smile widened as her legs involuntarily did the same, giving me greater access to what I wanted. I took full advantage and doubled my efforts for her pleasure. I wanted the wedding party, seven floors down, to hear her scream when she came.
Her hands gripped and twisted the bedding the closer she got to release. I backed off quickly. It was her begging that I was waiting for. Raining light kisses over her heated flesh got me a sharp tug on my hair as she grabbed a fistful and pulled me back toward her core.
“Finish me, Joe. Please. Finish me.”
Good enough. I sank back into her with abandon. My tongue lapped at her while I gently inserted one finger into her opening. One second, then two went by as I allowed her to get used to me inside of her. Slowly I slid another finger inside, my cock twitching as I did. I crooked both fingers, moving them until I found that perfect spot that brought a surprised gasp from Faith’s lips.
“Oh, God, Joe. Yes. Yes! Don’t stop.” Faster and faster, my fingers went until I felt her tightening around me. Her breaths were short and shallow, and I sucked hard on her clit as my fingers continued to fuck her. “Jesus. Yes. God, yes. Ah, fuck … Joe!” She roared my name.
Honest to God, I almost came right then. Of course, that could be because I’d freed my cock sometime during her moaning and was pumping it hard and fast. I didn’t let up on her yet since she was still making lovely mewling sounds of pleasure. All of a sudden, my orgasm sprang up on me and I moaned into her still contracting pussy as I came onto the side of the bedspread.
“Holy Mary, Mother of God, what was that? I’ve never. I have never had an orgasm like that. Wow. I really hope I remember it in the morning.”
She glanced down at me with a horrified look on her face. “Did I say that out loud?”
My head was still resting on Faith’s thigh while I recovered from the intense orgasm that just ripped through my body when I felt her legs sliding down the side of the bed. I peeked up at her to find her asleep. Just like that. One screaming orgasm and then nothing.
Chuckling, I finally got to my feet, stuffed myself back in my pants, and moved her so that she was lying fully on the bed.
After I cleaned up the mess I’d made, I stood staring down at Faith, wondering what to do about her dress. If she woke up naked, I’m pretty sure she’d be mad at me for undressing her. But should I let her sleep in her dress? I mean, we were just about as intimate as two people can get, weren’t we? Sweet heaven, I could still taste her. What I wouldn’t give to climb up on that bed and play with her some more, ending with my cock buried balls deep inside that magnificent wet pussy.
Instead of doing what my body yearned for, I wound up grabbing a beer from the mini bar, sitting down in the oversized chair next to the bed, and watched her sleep. It bothered me a little that I was content to simply watch her sleep. I’d spent all of eight hours or so with this woman, but yet, I took notice of the way the sparkles on her gown kept winking at me with each tiny movement she made. I paid attention to how her still kiss-swollen lips parted as she breathed the breath of the slightly inebriated. When she turned onto her side, her dress twisted around her legs. She moaned her frustration while she kicked and tugged ineffectively at the material. I got up and unzipped it for her, thinking only of her comfort and then left her in peace—for about five seconds. Resistance was futile. My clothes hit the floor quicker than a whore pockets her money, before I divested her of her dress.
Then the damnedest thing happened. With both of us under the covers, I fell asleep, and didn’t wake up until the first rays of sunlight filtered in through a small slit in the curtains. Insomnia is an ever-present pest in my life, so sleeping all night was a rarity, and a treat. But the best part was that when I woke, Faith was still wrapped up snug in my arms. I think I could get used to that. It was a softer side of me that I don’t often feel where women are concerned. Of course, I was also involuntarily rocking my formidable hard-on against Faith’s ass. So, okay… baby steps.
CHAPTER 13
FAITH
I WOKE UP by degrees. As soon as I was aware of my surroundings, I noticed two things. One, Joe’s cock was riding the seam of my bottom, and two, I was ready to hurl. Honestly, I wasn’t sure which one to address first. My body made the decision for me.
“Oh, God.”
Joe stirred behind me, rubbing my belly as he said, “I liked the way you said it better last night.”
Crap! I was going to puke. I could feel it coming up. Oh, my God. My dress was draped over the chair by the window. Awesome—I was naked. How was I going to make it to the bathroom? “Shit.” I made a bare naked run for it. There was little choice for me.
The bathroom door slammed shut as I lunged for the porcelain god just in time. The more I vomited, the sicker I felt. What a disgusting way to wake up. I swore I’d never drink again. Not ever.
To my eternal mortification, Joe walked into the bathroom. I’m sure the sight of my bare bottom sticking up at him as I heaved into the toilet bowl was a picture he’d not soon forget. Me? I wanted to disappear from the face of the Earth. Just as I was sure I would die of embarrassment, I felt myself being covered. A robe maybe?
“Aw, Faith. I’m sorry, sweetheart. I should have put the trashcan next to the bed for you.” His voice was soothing, and I wanted him to keep talking. The sound of the toilet flushing roared in my ears. Everything was amplified in my overly sensitive head. He gently wrapped his arms around me and helped me up. God, I just wanted him to leave. I already owed him another bazillion dollars or something for staying all night. Why wouldn’t he go?
“Thank you. Please go now. I’ll send you a check for staying all night.”
“What? I told you I wanted to stay. That was me, not my job.”
“Oh, is that how it works? You don’t make your dates pay extra if they have sex with you?” I knew I was being caddy, but I was so sick, I didn’t care. With Joe’s help, I made it back to the bed. All I wanted was for the room to stop spinning. Just as I was about to lay down, Joe stopped me.
He ignored my questions, too. “No. Don’t lay down, Faith. Here, sit in this chair and I’ll get you some water.”
Maybe he had a point. My head didn’t swim so much when I wasn’t horizontal. I drank a quarter of the bottle and pushed it away. Time would tell whether the water was going to stay down or not. “Thank you. Now please go.” He needed to leave. I needed him to leave.
“Let me stay until you’re feeling better. I can take care of you.”
“Why, Joe? What’s the point? You did your job and then some.” Wait. And then some. My head snapped up to his, making me dangerously dizzy again.
Holy shit! It all came back in a rush. Kissing in the elevator, more kissing in the room, Joe ripping my thong, and—oh, my God!—me screaming his name while he—oh, God. I buried my face in my hands, embarrassed at the memory of what I let him do to me last night. And now he’s seen my entire, huge body. Ugh.
Joe came over to my chair and got down on his knees in front of me, taking my hands in his. “Look, Faith. This is new to me. I don’t want to just go away and never see you again. Let me spend the day with you. We can talk and just relax. When you’re ready, I’ll get you something to eat and you’ll feel better. Okay?”
“No, Joe. I’m sorry, but you need to go. I’m sorry about last night, too. Alcohol is not my friend, and I will not be getting together with it ever again.”
The look he gave me made me kind of sad. He looked disappointed or maybe confused. His lips were compressed together, his brows were furrowed, and his head was tilted. It was a mish-mash of emotion. “Faith, let me stay. I want to get to know you.”
I honestly saw no point in getting to know him. He was way out of my league. Why didn’t he see that? My family certainly saw it. And just for arguments sake, let’s say I agreed to get to know him—when would I see him? When he had an occasional night off? Or maybe after
he’d been with another woman? No thank you.
“Please, Joe. Go. I’m sure you have a beautiful woman to escort somewhere tonight.” I was starting to feel somewhat human again, but I needed to go back to sleep. “I’ll make excuses for you to my family.”
Not another word was spoken as I watched him shake his head and stand up. He gave me one last look and punched the door jam on his way out.
He was actually angry. Maybe he really did want to get to know me. I want a man in my life. Why do I keep pushing them away? When will I ever believe I’m good enough? Shit! I think I may have just made a huge mistake. Sometimes I doubt everything I do.
CHAPTER 14
JOE
JUST ABOUT A week’s gone by since my date with Faith, and guess what? I miss her. A lot. From the way we left things, I think I have to accept that she’s just not interested in me. But I have this nagging bit of hope that won’t go away. Honestly, I don’t know what to do.
She does have a point about the whole job thing. Who in their right mind would want to date a man who goes out with other women three or four times a week? But the idea of quitting scares me a little. Yes, I have plenty of money saved, and I have been thinking about going back to school to finish my degree in architecture, but being a number one escort is what I am. I’m good at it. What if I try something new and find out I suck?
One thing I am sure of is that I’m changing. I’m sure age factors into it somewhat, but Faith does, as well—or at least the idea of Faith. What am I doing going from one woman to the next? Where’s the substance in my life? I’ll be twenty-seven at the end of the month. Maybe it’s time to move on from Perfect Ten. Time to set the wheels in motion anyway.
It was just before noon on Friday when I knocked on my boss’s door. “Hey, Stan. You have a minute?” I already knew he wouldn’t like the conversation we were about to have. I was, after all, the biggest money maker the agency had, and until the next guy came along to take that spot, he’d do a lot to keep me.
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