“These…” After eyeing my breasts, Brian whispers in my ear, his hot breath sending another chill through my body, “are perfect.” His mouth explores my earlobe down, only coming to a stop once he has a nipple in between his perfect teeth. My knees are weakening and I’m not sure how much longer I’ll be able to stay on my feet without falling over.
“I…I…” I’m a stuttering idiot now, I think to myself, unable to get a complete sentence out with him touching me like this. “I have to lie back on the bed,” I finally manage to get out. Still fully dressed, with only a couple buttons undone on his shirt, Brian takes a couple steps back and watches me as I take the spot I’d been occupying on the bed once again.
“You look perfect right there. Like you belong in my bed, Madeline.” His words scare me because I feel at home here and it is the damnedest thing. I don’t belong here. This isn’t my home, and this man isn’t someone I know at all. He is a man paying me for my time. I have to keep reminding myself of this. I can’t get swept up into this bullshit romance movie nonsense. Because this is exactly what it seems like. This stuff doesn’t happen in real life, not to people like me anyway.
“I think you’re overdressed.”
A smile replaces the serious look that masked his face, his mood turning somewhat playful. He is damn sexy and I don’t want to wait any longer for him. I’m sick of waiting on men. I’ve been doing it for years.
His fingers unbutton his shirt the rest of the way and he lets it fall to the floor covering my lace bra he tossed minutes earlier. He begins to unbutton his pants, still leaving them on while he joins me on the edge of the bed.
“How are you feeling?” he asks me, pushing my messy hair behind my ear once again. I’m not sure how I should answer his question, so I just come out with the simplest answer I can find.
“I’m fine, Brian. I’m ready for you,” hoping my reassurance is what he needs to continue what we are doing. “And you?”
“I’m so wrapped up in you. In this.” He leans over my body and begins to kiss me. But this time his touch isn’t sweet or kind. He is rough and filled with animalistic hunger. His fingers fist my hair roughly as his tongue explores every inch of my mouth. I’ve never had someone be so rough with me, but something inside me likes it. I love the newness of it all. I love the hint of pain with a whole lot of pleasure. My body responds to his touch in a way that can only be described as desperate desire.
“You like that?” he asks when his mouth breaks free from mine. “You like it when I’m rough with you?” I moan in reply to his question and his mood takes a drastic turn. Gone is the polite gentleman who has courted me all evening, replaced with a hungry man looking for one thing, and one think only. A fuck.
“I promise I won’t hurt you,” he whispers in my ear as his arms wrap around my body and toss me further onto the bed. My strength is no match for his. He can toss me like I am nothing more than a doll. I shouldn’t be afraid of him, but the rational part of me continues to say I got myself into a shitty situation that I should have avoided from the get go. Bad idea, Maddie. Bad bad fucking idea!
As I lay with my head on the pillows, I watch Brian’s every move. He begins to slide his pants down, leaving him in nothing more than boxers, the clear outline of his dick pressing against the plaid fabric. It takes me a minute to realize I am staring at him, actually gawking would be a much better word for what I am doing.
“Ya know, my eyes are up here,” he laughs before the serious look on his face is back. Brian’s hand reaches into his boxers slowly stroking the growing erection. All I can do is watch him, and I am also pretty sure I am the world’s worst prostitute. I’m like a deer in headlights when faced with him in this situation and I am unsure how I ever thought any of this would be something I could do.
I find myself blushing, even though I shouldn’t be. This is what I started and this is what I agreed to. If I left now, I know I would never be able to forgive myself for it.
“Oh, I know… I’m just… admiring,” I say quietly, trying to boost my own bravado. His hand slides in the top of his boxers, and he slowly starts to stroke his erection. I only watch, but never break the eye contact he initiated. Minutes pass by before he finally breaks the silence lingering in the room.
“I’m gonna lick you, then I’m gonna fuck you. Hard. After that I’m going to give you a full body massage and then make love to you nice and slow. Okay?” I nod and break our eye contact to watch him stroke his cock. I’ve never watched a man masturbate or even pleasure himself at all. You would think all the years I was married, I would have caught Drew a time or two, but I never did. Not once. I’m fascinated.
Pushing his boxers down to join his pants, his dick springs free and I’m surprised at the length. Yeah, Drew had a pretty thick dick but I’ve only ever seen something like this in porn. I laugh to myself internally thinking I’ve hit the hooker lottery. I only hope he actually knows how to really use it. I’m so lost in my thoughts, I don’t notice him making his way up the bed until his hands are touching me again. He parts my legs and begins to kiss up and down my thighs, teasing me all over again. The anticipation of knowing what he is about to do is killing me.
“I can smell how much you want me. I can see how wet you are. Your pussy is glistening for me. Do you want me, Madeline?” His words are enough to push me over the edge at this point. I’ve never had a man talk to me the way he is and, my god, I like it.
“Yes,” I say, simple and to the point.
As the words slip from my mouth, Brian lets out a deep groan and dives right in. When his tongue makes contact I throw my head back in pleasure. Finally! Contact! My body hums with pleasure as he tentatively licks up and down from my clit to my entrance; taking extra time to lick and suck on my clit and it drives me wild. This man knows exactly what he is doing and, my god, does it feel good!
I can’t control the loud moans slipping from my lips. Each movement, each touch, each lick is driving me closer and closer to the first orgasm I’ve had in years that hasn’t been from my damn self.
“Oh god! Right there! Right there!” I yell as my body careens closer to the edge, and boy does Brian take those words seriously. He focuses and increases the speed of his mouth licking and sucking on my clit. My legs begin to shake and I know I am right there. I try and control my body, but I just can’t help it. It feels too good. I close my eyes and bite on my bottom lip just as the first wave of my orgasm begins. I try to remain quiet, but there is no use. My whole body bucks and I completely lose control.
“OH FUCK!” I scream and instantly regret my choice of words. I shouldn’t be thinking about something as simple as profanity when I feel this damn good. I shouldn’t be thinking about that at all right now. Brian’s mouth is gone as the last bit of pleasure runs from my body. I am too spent to even look for him or open my eyes and look around the room. The bed dips and his weight is gone, but I am still not in a hurry to see where he went. I don’t think I could move if I tried.
The bed dips again and I can feel his body lingering over mine. I’m paralyzed from my own pleasure, but I know it is his turn now and he is going to take exactly what he wants. No questions asked.
“You ready, Madeline?” he asks while he spreads my legs open wide. “I’m gonna make this pussy mine now. You’re going to feel me for days. You are going to know who fucked you good and left you unable to think about anyone else. Are you ready for that?”
I smile without realizing it, but his words turn me on more than they probably should. “Yes, Brian.” I say, replying to his question. “Yes, I wanna feel you.” I manage to include, as I open my eyes.
His face is shining with just a hint of sweat and he is rolling a condom down the length of his dick. I wait patiently, spread wide open and waiting for him to take me. Fuck me however he sees fit, because at this point I really would do almost anything for this man. Sad to say since I barely know him, but… it’s all just so damn strange.
Leaning over my body, he hov
ers for a second and pauses looking down into my eyes. “Are you ready for me, Madeline? This is your last opportunity to say no.” He holds his hard cock in one hand and runs his other through his now messy hair. “But, I have no idea what I’d do if you said no to me now…”
“I’m ready. Please, Brian. Don’t make me wait any longer.” The electricity running between our bodies is too much to handle anymore. As soon as I give Brian the green light, the animal that was mauling me earlier is back with a vengeance. It’s been ages since I’ve had sex, but he doesn’t care or even seem to notice as he slams his dick right into me. No warning, no easing in. Pain and pleasure surges through my body simultaneously and that is when Brian begins. His hand fisting in my hair once again, pulling it tight as he roughly thrusts in and out of my body.
“You like that, Madeline? You like the feeling of my cock stretching that tight little pussy of yours?” His words take me off guard because this isn’t the man I’ve spent the evening with at all. “You aren’t a whore and you know it. There is no way you fuck for a living with a tight cunt like that. No way.” His pace quickens and I can only watch him. I am torn by his words. I don’t want to like him right now or even feel any kind of pleasure, but his dick is doing things to me none has ever before. He is hitting places never touched and, god, it feels so good. I’m not a woman that can get off over and over again, but I already feel another orgasm beginning.
“God, you feel good, Madeline. I’m never going to want to give this pussy up. You like it? Do you like the way I fuck you?” He slams into me deeper, harder, pushing in as far as his cock will go. His balls slap against my bare pussy and I try and give him exactly what he wants.
“Yes, Brian. I do.”
“Fuck, I’m not gonna last much longer… you’re too fuckin’ tight.” he says, like it’s a bad thing. I always thought guys liked women who were tight. Who knew it would be a curse?
I close my eyes once again and just allow myself to feel. Feel him as he takes possession of my body. Pounding me harder than anyone who has come before him. There is no doubt in my mind I am going to feel it for days. Just as he begins to slow his pace, I can feel his body begin to tighten up, at the same time that mine does with anticipation of another orgasm. I’m pretty sure whatever he has been hitting this whole time is that elusive g-spot I’ve looked for most of my adult life.
“Oh, ya. Right there. Right there, Madeline. Such a good girl for Daddy.” He pushes into me one last time and I can feel his cock jerking in release. Emptying himself into the condom separating our bodies. He collapses on top of me and wraps his arm around my now sweaty body.
“Thank you,” he whispers sweetly into my ear as he presses a gentle kiss on my cheek.
“You’re welcome,” I say and I can only think to myself… I’ve found Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.
For the first time in a very long time, I sleep comfortably wrapped in the arms of a man. Not because I never had one who enjoyed cuddling, but because I could never fall asleep with Drew draped all over my body. I’d roll over or roll away from him each chance I could free myself. He just wasn’t comfortable to me. But Brian is a totally different story. I shouldn’t, but I feel safe with him. Safe in his arms, and after he treated me like a cheap hooker while he screwed me so hard, he cherished my body for the rest of the night. Treating me like a queen. Bathing me, tucking me into bed, massaging me. Anything and everything a woman wishes her prince charming would do.
I guess this prince charming just has a dirty side.
As the sun peeks through the wall of windows, softly through a crack in the curtains, I lie in his arms and think about his past. Am I really the first? Is this a habit of his? Will he stop looking for women to fuck on the internet or will this be it? Do I want to keep him all to myself, or do I want to never look back once I go home this morning? One thing is for sure… I am confused as hell.
“You awake?” He whispers in my ear, but I am sure my movement must have given me away. Instead of answering him, I roll over, still wrapped in his arms, to face him.
“Good morning,” I say. Not really sure what else I can say. Is this one of those whole money’s on the dresser kind of things? I know I told him that I would wait until after breakfast but I really just want to go home so I can process the last couple days of my life. Figure out what the hell I am going to do with my life now.
“Your mind is running wild, Madeline. Let me in.” I want to laugh and tell him how wrong he is, but it’s almost as if he can see right through me. Am I that transparent?
“I’m fine, I just… I want to go home.” I’m honest, but in the back of my mind I think about this being my home. I think about this perfect life he was able to share with the perfect woman for all those years. I’m jealous of what they have because a love like that only comes around once in a lifetime and I know that isn’t what Drew and I had. Not one bit.
“Did I do something wrong?” His insecure question takes me off guard. After last night, this isn’t something I would expect from him. I thought it would be a cut and dry break in the morning, even if it hurt.
“I don’t think so. I just…” I don’t even know what to say to him. Everything last night was amazing which is the biggest problem of it all. It was more than I ever imagined and having any kind of hopes for this relationship is foolish at best.
“You just what? Thought I was going to throw you to the side once the sun came up? Madeline, you have to understand something. I may have replied to that ad out of loneliness, and I’ve replied to a lot of those ads in the past couple months. But, I’ve never slept with a single one of those women because they weren’t for me. I haven’t kissed a single woman since my wife died, and that isn’t because I didn’t have any women around. They tried. I wasn’t interested. I haven’t been interested in a single woman since my wife passed away. Whatever this is with you is different.”
I’m not prepared for everything that he dishes out to me and I don’t have anything to say in reply.
“Madeline, I know we didn’t meet under the best of circumstances and I know you aren’t going to stop whatever it is you are doing for me, but you aren’t just some kind of prostitute to me. I know you are a good person, and if you let me, I want to be your friend. I know it isn’t the most ideal circumstances, but I want some kind of long term arrangement. Possibly one night a week? Every Saturday night? I don’t know and now I am rambling, so I am just going to stop. You don’t have to stay for breakfast, but please remember what I’ve said.” He pushes up from the bed and moves to sit on the edge, still completely naked. I can see every firm muscle of his back. I remember last night and how I ran my fingers along them so many times.
“I don’t mean to be ungrateful or hurt your feelings, Brian. This is all just so new to me. Everything about this lifestyle isn’t me.” I begin to open up to him because the more I think about the situation at hand, the more I know he is virtually the only person I can talk to about it. He turns around and looks at me with curiosity written all over his face.
“What do you mean?” he asks me.
“This isn’t me, Brian. I’m not some prostitute. I’m a desperate divorcee.” No sense in going into this whole sad story of Drew leaving me and the fact that I can’t find a real job. None of it matters.
“I don’t understand?”
“I put that ad up for the first time yesterday because I read an article on the internet about a desperate woman who did the same. You were the first person I met. I’m not sure what I’m going to do from here on out, but the money from last night is enough to help me pay a couple things I’ve fallen behind on because not a single soul will hire me.” I’ve already said too much. I roll over and rise from the bed in search of the dress I wore over the night before. I don't even care about the bra or panties at this point, I just want to leave. I can’t bring myself to face Brian, or even look him in the eye after my confession. I’d much rather he think I was just some cheap whore.
“Madeline, ta
lk to me. Don’t run.”
I shake my head as I slip the dress over my head and begin looking for my shoes. For a few seconds, I completely forgot they are still downstairs but that gives me a reason to leave the silence of the bedroom. I reach for the door handle and his fingers wrap around my arm.
“I’m not sure what is happening or what happened, but please be the woman who was with me last night. Don’t do this, Madeline. Don’t run from me.” His words are so desperate and I feel horrible for running out on him. He deserves so much better, way better than me. The poor man has been through so much, and here I am about to throw more bullshit his way. Well, that isn’t going to happen. Not if I can help it.
“I’m sorry, Brian. I have to go. I had a wonderful time with you. I just need some time to digest this all. I need some time to get myself together because all of this is just too much for me to handle. I didn’t expect even half of this… I didn’t expect a connection, or to click with you. I’m sorry and I have no intentions of hurting you. I just need to figure this all out.” I can feel the familiar sting of tears coming to my eyes and I know that is my final cue because there is no way I am going to cry in front of him.
“I’m sorry, Madeline. Your money is on the kitchen counter. Please, e-mail me when you are ready.” Brian stands and walks into the bathroom, quietly closing the door and then fastening the lock. I can hear the click echo through the silence of the bedroom. A single tear falls from my eye and I wonder if I just ruined the only good thing that has happened to me in the past year of my life.
Three entire days go by. Each day I open my e-mail and see if Brian sent me anything, but I am disappointed when nothing turns up. I tell myself it is better off that way, even if I know it is a lie. The hours pass by slowly when the children are at school and my job search doesn’t get any better. Out of all the resumes I sent, I only landed two interviews, and neither panned out.
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