by Dez Burke
He made no sound apart from the raspy edge of his breathing. His fingers gripped her hips tight as he fucked her almost savagely, taking her to a place where pain and pleasure felt one and the same. He made her so full, yet so wet even his deep, hard shafting couldn’t keep her from taking her fill of enjoyment.
This was rough sex personified, each lunge of his hips jolting her into the table while her insides felt ready to disintegrate from the feral pummeling of his cock. Again and again his pelvis rocked against her punished ass, his penetration so deep she could feel his balls swinging against her lower section. The extent and angle of his inward thrusts soon had her mind reeling.
Her orgasm started in her brain, as she processed all the emotions she was feeling at once. Agony from the deep-seated ridge of his continuous penetration, pleasure from him reaching all her secret inner spots with ease, and then delight at being so mercilessly taken, with just the right amount of force and dominance to make her continue to drip down to her knees.
Tania screamed, erupting suddenly and noisily. Her body jerked while her inner muscles contracted endlessly. She felt Jordan fist her hair and tug her hard until her spine arched backwards in an even steeper curve than before. This brought her mouth close to his as he leaned forward and twisted her face to his for a hard, eating kiss that devoured her next series of moans.
To her surprise, she registered his shuddering as his whole frame strained against her. Deep within her pussy, he swelled and throbbed, elongating her climax as he intensified his thrusts to almost lightning repetition. Blam blam blam blam! Trapped beneath him, Tania had no way of fighting the colossal rush of sensations as he rode her into a thick, black oblivion, his body jerking out several more uneven thrusts as he came with loud grunts pressed into her mouth. Tania felt every pump and pulsation his cock made as he exploded deep with her walls which clung tight to him like Velcro. Her shivering matched his, their orgasms conjoined into one unseamed entity, devoid of space and time.
***
He must have carried her to the bed at some point, because Tiana woke up to find herself lying beneath the warm covers. The room was dim with just a faint glow from the lamp standing across in one corner. Tiana felt a desperate lurch in her chest until she felt around and then connected her hand with a solid, sleeping frame not too far away. Resisting the urge to roll closer and snuggle, Tiana smiled with foolish relief. He was still here, she thought with a deep sigh as she kept her hand resting on what felt like his lower back which rose and fell with his steady breathing. Not bothering to open her eyes, Tiana drifted back into an exhausted, replete sleep.
By the time she woke up in the bright radiance of morning, Jordan was gone. Tania would have felt like she’d dreamed the whole tempestuously passionate night if not for the fact that she woke up extremely sore. This told her that everything that had happened was real.
He hadn’t come cheap but Tiana knew she wouldn’t blink once at spending that kind of money again just to spend time with him. It was just a few days after, but she felt compelled to give it another go. Why wait? Unless of course, Jordan proved to be unavailable or already booked. But Tiana decided she would at least try. She could just be lucky and he’d be willing to make another appointment at short notice.
There was a slight tremble to her hand as she finally picked up the receiver. Clearing her throat, she punched in the numbers she now had written down on the pad next to the phone. Her heart started to pound alarmingly as the ringing came on at the other end of the line.
Chapter Six
Jordan shoved his hands back through his hair and turned away from Tommy’s accusing eyes.
“Really, Jordan? Again?” Tommy asked, his eyebrows propped high in individual V-shaped arches.
Jordan knew exactly what Tommy meant. Tiana. Calling him up again yesterday. Asking if he was available for another appointment. As soon as possible.
Hearing her smooth, feminine voice on the line again had sent him down memory lane – as if every moment of their encounter wasn’t already etched in his brain. Touching her, kissing her – eating her out and then getting his cock so deep inside her snug, welcoming channel he’d rocked against her uterus– he’d forget none of that in a hurry. He could still taste her spicy, honeyed essences at the back of his throat each time he swallowed. Damn, but he’d felt ready to never take his tongue out of inside her. Nothing ever – had tasted so good. Like burnt sugar, hot and sweet. Addicting.
“Could you…work me into your schedule again? Even if for just a few hours sometime this week. How about Thursday? Maybe for dinner and dancing? Or is that too soon?” she’d asked, her tone as professional as ever even as the sentence inched on too long. Jordan’s mind went as blank as the first time she’d ever called him.
At the sound of her voice, his cock was instantly so hard it felt ready to rip through the expensive fabric of his dress pants. Jordan even forgot he was right inside his office, just minutes from receiving an important client for a meeting.
All he could see in his mind’s eye was Tania’s face, prettily curved in an oval, her full lips tinted with dusky pink, her brown skin glowing with fresh beauty. He could see her deep brown eyes twinkling brightly as she teased him about asking a black woman if she could dance. He smiled suddenly as he remembered her grinding her delectable ass against him on the dance floor. An ass he’d mentally vowed then and there to rub and kiss all over once he got the chance. Before the night was through he did have that chance, after which he’d been so wild and hard for her, he’d fucked her up against that table until she’d virtually passed out.
Hardly himself either, he’d managed to carry her back into bed and lay next to her beneath the covers. A part of him had wanted to pull her soft, warm body against his for a cuddle, until he collected his senses and chose to keep some distance between them as she slept. He’d only meant to rest a bit before making a quick exit, but had ended up sleeping until the early morning. When he woke up, she was draped all over him, her lips softly breathing against his ear. He’d looked down to see her breast pressed against his arm, the sensation of her soft firmness making his already hard cock swell to almost painful proportions.
Jordan was so busy reliving every moment of the time spent with her that he’d forgotten she was on the line waiting for his reply. Until he heard her blurt out, “It’s okay if you’re already booked. I understand if you think this is much too impromptu. If you could suggest when you’ll be free…”
“How about tonight?”
The words had come out even before he could think them out properly first. But damn, he wanted her; had wanted her the moment he’d walked out of that room leaving behind a deliciously mussed and sleeping Tania, naked and lushly spread for him to reach out and take if he’d dared. But she’d wanted only one night and so he hadn’t lingered – but each step felt weighted with lead as he’d walked away.
No woman had got him so hard in a long time. Not once in his grownup life had a female made him want to throw everything away just to be with her again. Right now. At whatever cost.
At the back of his mind, it prickled him to think he still existed beneath a lie. She thought he was a male escort. She’d paid him on that assumption and was interested in paying him again for another encounter. On another level, the knowledge gave him a swell of cockiness. He’d given it to her so good she was coming back for more. Hell yeah he was free.
But then common sense returned and he tacked on hastily into the surprised silence, “Say, around seven or eight. I could spare a few hours. A client cancelled so I happen to have an evening free. As long as it’s not for the night like the last time…”
“No. I think…a few hours would be fine. I have an early morning appointment anyway. Do you want to come by the apartment for a drink first?” Her voice had a delightfully breathy undertone. Picturing the confident, professional Tania beside the wanton, submissive Tania of the bedroom gave Jordan more of a thrill than he’d have expected.
When
it came to women, he hardly had to make much effort. He was used to getting what he wanted and so far, he’d never got to face rejection or being given a difficult time by a female. Fact was, he couldn’t even remember ever having to ask a woman out. Somehow, when he met someone attractive, she usually found a way to get into his bed and Jordan usually played along if she was his type. Much of the same had happened with Chloe, his ex.
They’d been introduced through mutual friends at a dinner party, and the next thing he knew they were going on dates, meeting up at her suggestions. In a week they were in bed together and he couldn’t even remember making the move to officially ask her out or date her for real. It had just happened. Chloe, who worked as a successful fashion buyer, was one of those assertive women who didn’t bother about who got to make the first move.
She did what she needed to do to get her man and by the end of the month, was firmly ensconced in Jordan’s life as his ‘girlfriend’. But only because he’d let it happen, of course. He’d had the mistaken belief that just because she was beautiful, smart and successful, she was his type. But Chloe was in that category of female that could easily top the ‘sexiest women’ lists with her looks, figure and personality, but was actually rubbish in bed. Too uptight, too self-conscious, too squeamish.
All of the things Tiana wasn’t. She’d been enthusiastic about everything he’d been willing to try. For the first time in a long while, he’d got to enjoy rough sex just as he liked it. Ramming a woman so deep her whole frame jolted; taking control of her body and its needs and not being interrupted with pleas to stop or slow down. As fast and hard and deep as he’d taken Tania, she’d given right back, pushing him over the edge until he’d cum so forcefully his brain had almost shut down from the intensity.
It had been hard keeping things in perspective with Tania. That night, the sex had been very, very good for him. Probably the best ever. Maybe it was the circumstances; the role play. The fact that he was fulfilling a fantasy for her while at the same time, indulging in one he’d never even known he’d had. Every moment had been powerfully erotic and vividly sexy especially when Tania responded with so little inhibition. That had definitely made it all more than worthwhile for him.
And this time, he knew he could keep up the act of playing the professional gigolo just as well as the last time. She’d never guess the truth unless he told her.
The truth…
Even as they rounded up the call after confirming the time, Jordan replaced the receiver feeling a twinge of guilt. No matter how great the sex was, it still remained at the back of his mind that Tania deserved the truth. And yet, Jordan convinced himself that the truth wasn’t necessary to giving her a good time. All she wanted was sex, not romance. So long as she was satisfied and not getting harmed or hurt in any way, Jordan reasoned he was doing nothing wrong. At the same time, he was still interested in finding out who’d put his profile up there.
But even that took second place to the knowledge that at around 8 pm, he’d be meeting Tania at her apartment. She’d mentioned going to dinner and dancing, but he knew what she was really wanting was another red-hot session of sex. As his secretary let in his morning’s appointment, Jordan did his best to focus on the business at hand and keep his roving thoughts from a certain brown-eyed beauty with gorgeous, upturned breasts with nipples so thick and round he felt he could nibble on them for ages. Shaking off that distracting image, he rose to greet his client with a professional demeanor.
***
Tiana found it impossible to tell Alyssa about tonight’s planned meeting with Jordan. It was embarrassing and humiliating to admit she was hiring Jordan again. God! She felt pathetic just thinking about it.
It was an effort to get through the day. As it happened, Mondays were usually pretty slow and she could duck out before five to rush home and make minor preparations for the evening’s date.
She gave Alyssa some excuse for not being able to meet her after work for a drink and when she was finally home, let out a deep ‘whoosh’, letting herself exhale for the first time that day, since she’d called Jordan on the phone.
He’d sounded really pleased to hear from her again. Had she been a good client? She hoped so. She was glad he’d agreed to a second encounter. Tiana liked to think he’d enjoyed the last one. Maybe as much as she had?
Because hot damn she’d enjoyed every moment. The conversation, the dancing, the sex, the sensual massage – the total package. Jordan had never allowed for even an inch of awkwardness. He’d made it clear he was interested in her sexually, not as a paying client, but as someone he’d like to date. That the sex was a result of the natural chemistry between them and not because she was paying for his time.
If she could, she would imagine Jordan was just like any other male she might
have met on a night in town or at a bar or maybe even through friends. A casual acquaintance who turned out to be just her type and they’d ended up spending the night getting intimate. That wasn’t a bad scenario at all, was it? A pity it was far from reality.
Jordan was a male escort, a gigolo. Somehow, he managed to know exactly how to push her buttons and she’d melted like goo in his hands. What was more, she’d let him take full control of the proceedings. And yet never once had she ever felt ill at ease with the way he maintained authority. She’d got a thrill being dominated and taken by him.
Why the hell couldn’t more men be like him?
She slipped out of her scented bath soak half an hour later. She dried her body leisurely and as she tossed the towel aside, she caught a glimpse of her nude form in the floor-length bathroom mirror. For the first time in a long while, she ran a critical eye over her body. Great skin, with an even, smooth tone; breasts full and still firm with those large nipples she’d always disliked but seemed to drive men crazy – her small waist and rounded hips and long, toned legs.
She turned to the side and twisted round to check out her ass, what her ex-boyfriend had sworn was her best feature. But then he’d been an ass man and he’d always liked more than a handful. Tiana felt her skin flush as she thought of how much attention Jordan had paid to her rear that night and figured he was partial to that particular female attribute as well. Just thinking about the things he’d done made her start to grow moist between her folds again.
An hour later, she was waiting at her apartment with a bottle of wine and two glasses keeping cool on the table. Deciding she was already too excited to start on any alcohol, Tiana focused on changing into something slinky and enticing for Jordan’s arrival.
A few minutes later, she heard a firm knock at the door. Heart pounding, Tiana didn’t even think of hesitating but hurried for the door. She twisted the lock open with shaky fingers and then backed away as Jordan appeared, his jacket draped over his arm.
He came in, kicked the door shut behind him and flung his jacket on a nearby chair.
She saw his eyes barely skim over the wine cooling along with two glasses on the side table. And then his gaze swung to her, the grey orbs darkening when they rested on her silky black dress clinging tight to every curve.
Tiana’s words of greeting gurgled in her throat when she felt the full laser heat of his scrutiny. Something passed between them as their eyes met: something primal, dangerous. It made her stomach drop as she let out an audible gasp.
Everything that followed happened so fast.
In one smooth move, he backed her up against the wall. Tiana was whimpering, clutching at his shirt front. She felt him yank up the hem of her dress as he cupped her ass and lifted her off the floor.
Oh shit. Tiana wrapped her legs around his waist as they immediately started kissing. Red-hot and wet, so fucking wet. She moaned against his roughly eating mouth, her breasts rubbing into his chest. Her fingers rode up and sank into his deliciously silky hair and she clutched tight at the same time his palm spread over her breast, squeezing passionately over the lacy satin bra.
“Bloody hell, Tia,” he groaned, totally losing all co
ol. Keeping one hand grabbing her ass, he worked on his zipper and freed his cock. Tiana held tight to him with her arms and legs as she felt him working beneath to roll on a condom before aiming his already granite-hard cock straight for her pussy.
She was so moist and ready. It took just one powerfully driven thrust to have him seated deep inside her vagina.
Tiana heard him gasp as her walls, slippery and inviting, contracted snugly around him. Tiana clung desperately to his shoulders as she felt her inner passage start to pulse at the incredibly deep angle of his penetration. He moved her away from the support of the wall, keeping her up just by the strength of his arms and her legs still hooked tightly around his waist. He pushed her ass cheeks lewdly apart as he began to lift her up and down on his thick, long tube of a cock.
“Jordan. Oh baby,” she moaned mindlessly, blindly seeking his lips. He let out a growl of pleasure and caught her mouth with his in another fevered kiss of passion. There was nothing business-like or professional in the way he fucked her. They went at it like two long-time lovers coming together after months of separation.
Tiana felt the world start to rock as his thrusts grew deeper, choppier. Her eyesight blurred and she squeezed her lids tight to fight back the wave of dark ecstasy. Breathless for air, she tore her mouth from his and flung her head back in abandon. His mouth slid to her neck, working his lips over her collarbone, nibbling and sucking right before he bit her with enough pressure to make her cry out.
Everything felt so impossibly sweet; his cock buried inside her at the perfect slant to reach up into her most delicious spots; his hands squeezing on her ass with possessive passion while his fingers edged close to her clenching anal ring. It was hot, so freaking hot.
It was the most desperate sex ever. He hadn’t even taken an inch of clothing off except for the jacket he’d flung on a chair. He drove Tania up and down on his dick, making her feel him in amazingly far-flung corners of her pussy. Again and again he pushed her buttons, had her rocking on top of that cock and hitching to it like a lifeline each time she bounced on it.
