by Alex Lucian
But it didn’t matter whether she did or not, I had to remind myself. Because I was her client. No matter what that douche did to her, or who she was when she left this room, I was her client.
So I ripped at my shirt, matching her frenetic pace, knowing that I’d do my damndest to fuck her until we were both raw from the inside out before the sun rose.
Chapter Thirteen
“Where the fuck is the zipper?” Elias growled against my neck as he pawed at my body, big hands searching for the zipper tucked against my side. His breath was hot and sent shivers down my bare back.
I guided his hands in my own to the zipper, which he dragged down roughly. Rough enough to break the zipper, but in that moment I didn’t care. I’d worn this dress for Elias. I couldn’t imagine wearing it again for someone else. Just then, a thought of Nicholas popped into my head, momentarily distracting me from Elias.
“Fucking finally,” he breathed, when the dress slid down my body to a heap on the floor, around my ankles. He stepped back to get a better look. “Jesus.”
I was in heels and a matching bra and panties. From the way I was already breathing, I knew my breasts were heaving, spilling out of the top of the bra’s cups.
He traced a finger over the lace, dragging his nail along the curves of the petal-like cups. Then, he dipped a finger between the top of the fabric and my skin, and yanked so one breast fell out and into his awaiting palm.
His face was in the shadow of the dark room as he rolled my nipple in between his thumb and forefinger, twisting gently at first and causing my body to jut in reaction. “You like that?” he asked quietly, but with a hint of darkness in his voice.
I nodded and he moved his fingers to the other lace cup, dipping his finger in and releasing my breast from its confines so that I stood there, my breasts spilled over the slip of lace still wrapped below them. My breasts were generously sized, but not so much that they didn’t work with my body type, and when Elias covered them with his palms and curled his fingers down, they felt like the perfect size.
“You’re perfect,” he said huskily, as if he was echoing my thoughts. “Back up.”
I did as he asked, walking backward toward the bed until he stopped me with his hand.
“Turn around.”
Once again, I obeyed, turning so that I faced the mirrored closet doors.
“Put your hands on the mirror.”
I didn’t even hesitate. As I placed my palms on the mirror, I took in my face. Lipstick was smeared all around my mouth, my hair was much fuller than it had been earlier. My nipples were pointed and a pink flush covered my chest. And, in my reflection, I saw Elias admiring me over my shoulder, from behind.
I watched as he stepped closer to me, his features becoming more defined the closer he stepped, so that his face wasn’t in the shadows but was in the light the mirror reflected. He’d removed his dress shirt, so when his arm wrapped around the narrowest part of my waist, I got to see the way all of his tattooed skin looked when it laid across my bare stomach in the mirror.
“I like this,” he said reverently as his face came to my shoulder. “I can see. And I can touch.”
My legs felt rubbery, like they were suddenly carrying too much weight as I watched his hands slide up the curves of my hips to my waist and to my breasts again. Once again, he covered them with his hands and curled his fingers down, squeezing hard enough that I bucked against him. Not in discomfort, but in the sharp pleasure his touch had caused.
He dropped his hands and his gaze in the mirror to look at my ass.
“I didn’t give this nearly enough attention the first time,” he said as his hands slid down my back, sending shivers of anticipation up my skin. He pulled on the back elastic strap holding my underwear in place and then let go so it snapped against my skin. The sting wasn’t uncomfortable; if anything, it made me more eager to see this through.
But his hands kept gliding down my ass, over the rounded curves of each cheek. When he reached the bottom of them, he cupped them in his hands. “I like holding all the curves of you, just like this.”
He’d crouched behind me so that I couldn’t see his reflection in the mirror anymore. I could just feel him, admiring my backside as he touched all that his eyes could see. His fingers came to my inner thighs and tapped, motioning for me to spread my legs a little.
My body was teetering on the edge of impatience, but I did as he asked, spreading my legs so they were a little more than shoulder-width apart, and was instantly rewarded with his fingers slipping in between the thong and my pussy. All he did was rub along the seam of my lips with two fingers, and I felt that impatience simmer violently within me. I pushed myself into him, wanting his touch to become more firm, but he removed his hand from between my legs and stood behind me.
“Are you needy?” he asked, bringing his hands up to my breasts to pluck and pull at my nipples.
I could only nod because the sharp stings of pleasure were making my body react irrationally, pushing me against him when I should’ve pulled away at the assault on my nipples.
Then his hand slid down my torso, coming to rest at the top of my panties, his fingers then sliding beneath the fabric to brush against the front of my pussy. When he scraped one finger against my clit, I bucked against him again. But he slid further down my front, spreading my lips with two of them as a third finger grazed against me.
“Please,” I said, my head falling back as he teased my opening, circling around it before pulling away.
“You want more?” he asked, his lips right at my ear, his breath hot on my neck. His other hand came up to my neck and tilted my head back further, so I rested it on his shoulder and his fingers rubbed against the skin of my throat. He dipped one finger inside of me and I felt myself clench down, greedy for the contact.
“Yes,” I answered him, but my voice sounded foreign to me, all breathy and broken.
“Where should I fuck you?” he asked, using his teeth on the sensitive skin down my neck. “Here? In front of the mirror?”
My fingers on the mirror curled to hold me steady, because I was coming unglued from his voice and his touch as he dipped inside again and swiveled that finger around before hooking and pulling down on its way out.
“I want you on the bed,” he said, before pulling his hands from my body. I nearly whimpered at the loss of touch, but he had turned me around and, holding onto my hips, walked me back to the bed that was covered by a comforter that reminded me of a cloud when he laid me on it.
“Look at you,” he said, standing over me and undoing his pants. “You look like some kind of Goddess.”
It made me smile, watching as he unbuttoned his pants and freed himself of his clothing. I reminded him of a Goddess, but there he stood before me like Adonis, the most prominent lover of Aphrodite.
His hands came to the straps of my panties and stretched them. “Are these expensive?”
“Very,” I said.
“I’ll owe you then.” And then he ripped them by the lace that held them together before tossing the scraps away. He tapped my inner thigh again and I spread my legs, feeling like this position was much more intimate than when he’d been behind me in front of the mirror. Here, I was laid out for his perusal, open and vulnerable.
His fingers dragged between my lips before his thumbs spread me open. I watched his face descend and his mouth was a second from kissing me in the most intimate place on my body before I grabbed his face and yanked him up to kiss me on the mouth.
If he was surprised by my interruption, he didn’t show it. His tongue speared into my mouth, and feeling that alone was enough of a hint of what he might’ve done to me had I not stopped him.
I felt his arousal against my belly and lifted my hips to bring him closer.
“Fuck,” he said against my mouth before rolling off to grab the condom off the nightstand. As soon as he’d sheathed himself, I climbed over him while he was still sitting up, still wanting to be in control by being on top, an
d gave his balls a squeeze before I positioned myself right above the tip of his cock and slid down.
The sensation of being filled by him made my eyes close in sheer pleasure. His body was so warm, and when his hands tangled in my hair, I dropped my head back. “Fuck me,” he ordered, moving a hand to my hips.
I opened my eyes to look at him, and took my time lifting my body up and down, raising myself up so high that he nearly fell out before I sank back down slowly. I could tell, from the vein that bulged in his neck, that my pace was undoing him. But he’d teased me in front of the mirror.
Over and over, I rode him slowly, little breathy sighs escaping my lips when I wasn’t careful.
But then he gathered me in his arms and tipped me back onto the bed so he was on the top, and pumped into me while holding my wrists in his hands above my head. Each thrust was bringing me closer and closer to falling into a white hot kind of oblivion, but I didn’t want to be on the bottom when I came.
“Let me ride you,” I said, when his lips came to my breasts.
To his credit, he maneuvered me agilely, flipping me to my stomach before his arms came around my waist and pulled me up so that I was sitting on his lap, both of us facing the mirrored doors.
“Do it,” he ordered again, and this time I did, sliding up and down on his cock over and over as the orgasm built even higher within me. His hands again tangled in my hair and pulled my neck back so that he could kiss my skin. And when my body started tunneling into my orgasm, Elias pressed his finger right against my clit as he bit down, gently, on my neck. White spots flashed behind my closed eyelids and one long moan rang from my lips as he grunted his own release.
And after, when Elias was in the bathroom disposing of the condom, I realized how completely and wonderfully distracting he had been. I hadn’t worried about Nicholas once.
Chapter Fourteen
A crack of sun slipped through in between the hotel room curtains, hitting me full on the face. I squinted, stretching my arms over my head with a groan. Every muscle in my body was loose and relaxed, the kind you can only get from a thorough fucking.
And I’d had that. Three times the night before, in fact.
Next to me on the bed, Ruby sighed and snuggled into her pillow. Her dark hair was in tangles around her face and over her shoulders. We were both stark naked, realizing after the second round that it was probably easier that way.
The third time, I’d woken her up by sliding into her from behind, using short, hard thrusts to bring us both to completion. Getting up to throw away the condom had felt like the biggest chore in the world afterwards, given that my body had wanted to do nothing more than wrap around her just like that and fall asleep.
When I’d returned to the bed, she was already rolled onto her side and breathing deeply, apparently lulled to sleep by her third orgasm of the night. I grinned, tucking my hands behind my head and letting out a deep sigh when I thought about how perfectly we seemed to match each other in bed.
I turned my head to face her, skimming my eyes over the smooth, unblemished skin of her back, the plump curve of her breasts where they were pressed against her arms. Her mouth was relaxed and her face looked younger than it did in the light of day.
Ruby was a fucking stunner. Maybe even the most beautiful woman I’d ever been with. The fact that she seemed to have the brain and the personality to match was almost staggering. How had she fallen into the life of a paid escort?
I wanted nothing more than to dig around and figure it out, but there was no doubt she was good at shutting down, cutting off the flow of personal information with the ease of twisting a faucet off.
With a frown, I carefully stood from the bed and searched for my boxer briefs, only sliding them on after I took a piss. She was still sound asleep when I flushed, and it did strange things to me. In her line of work, it didn’t seem possible that she could sleep so heavily unless she felt comfortable. Maybe with me, Ruby recognized that she was completely safe.
Using hushed tones, I called the concierge and ordered some room service.
“Yeah, two orders of buttermilk pancakes, side orders of bacon and sausage patties. A ham and cheddar omelet and some coffee.” I glanced over at the bed and saw her stir. “And make sure to add extra syrup, please.”
I hung up and made my way back to the bed, sliding in next to her and burying my nose in her hair.
She shook with laughter when I started growling, nipping along her shoulders and down her spine with tiny, sucking bites along her skin.
“You’re insatiable,” she said in a sleep-thick voice. It made me ravenous for so much more than food. For her. I wanted to swallow her whole and see how she felt if she was completely inside of me.
“Your fault. If you woke up looking like a hag, I’d be able to leave you alone.”
“Ah, but you’re not paying me in order to leave me alone,” she teased, sitting up and stretching her arms over her head.
I lifted my eyebrows, strangely disappointed by her words, even though they were true. “You’re right. I’m not.”
Before I could say anything, she smiled at me, all but erasing any annoyance that I had. “Did you sleep well?”
She was sitting naked in the bed, with the sheets only covering parts of her legs, and she was asking me if I slept well with a sweet smile on her face.
“Like a fucking rock.”
Ruby laughed. “Me too. And you say that a lot.”
“Fuck?”
She nodded, finger-combing her hair into some semblance of order. It didn’t really work; she still looked a little wild and a lot hot. “Did you know that one of the earliest instances of the word fuck was in the thirteenth century and had nothing to do with sexual intercourse?”
I couldn’t contain my smile.
Ruby blushed. “What?”
“You’re so fucking sexy when you teach me things.”
Her eyes darkened when I said it, and she crawled to me, using one hand to push me back on the bed. “We could play a game next time I see you.”
“Oh yeah?” I sounded breathless, because she was dragging her fingers down my chest, using the tips of her nails to lightly score my skin.
“I’ll be the teacher; you can be my naughty student.” Ruby leaned down and tugged on my earlobe with her teeth, which made me hiss. “I’ll even bend over my desk for you.”
“God, you’re potent, aren’t you?”
I gripped her face and took her mouth in a hard, fast kiss. Her hips started making tiny, maddening swivels on my lap when there was a knock on the door.
“Fucking hell, why do we keep getting interrupted?” I groaned while Ruby flopped onto the bed next to me. I opened the door wearing only my boxer briefs.
A smiling hotel worker moved to push the cart past me and I shook my head, preventing her from entering the room. “I’ll take it from here. Thanks.”
For a second, her eyes dipped to my chest before darting back up again. I handed her some cash and pulled the cart into the room. Ruby was clutching a pillow to her chest, smiling up at me when she saw how much food there was.
“Good Lord. Hungry?”
With a pointed look between her legs, I said, “Starving.”
She rolled her eyes, scooching to the end of the bed so she could lift the metal tops of the various plates. “Mmm, I love pancakes. Thank you.”
“I had them send extra syrup in case we wanted to play a little bit before we left.”
Ruby didn’t even flinch at that, taking a delicate bite of pancake off of her fork. “Too sticky. I prefer whipped cream if we go that route.”
I laughed. “Noted.”
It felt perfectly natural, to sit on the bed with her and share breakfast. She took a bite of my omelet and I shared the bacon with her. We didn’t even talk all that much, which made it even more interesting. Sharing silence with someone is the ultimate test of compatibility, at least to me. If it feels awkward, then you know you’re not fully comfortable with them. But Ru
by and I didn’t seem to have that problem, unless she was that good with all of her clients.
The thought gave me pause, so much so that my fork was suspended in front of my mouth.
“So,” I started after setting the utensil down. “You said that guy was a client, right?”
“What guy?” she asked, licking a spot of syrup off of her lip.
I raised an eyebrow. “From last night.”
“Oh.” Ruby took a deep breath, visibly shoring herself up. “Yeah. A client.”
There it was again, that careful blankness in her eye. Suddenly the silence didn’t feel easy. It felt loaded. Like she damn well knew that I didn’t believe her, but she had no plans to let me in further.
“How long did you see him?”
“On and off for two years,” she said without batting an eye.
“Long time.” I took a sip of my coffee, watching her over the rim of the mug.
She shook her head, meeting my gaze head on. “Not really. A lot of us get repeat customers.”
“So what happened with him?”
“He got too attached.” There was no life in her eyes. Not a single spark of the woman who’d used her teeth on my dick the night before.
“Simple as that, huh?”
“Simple as that,” she repeated.
Whether I believed her or not about him being a client, I couldn’t help but think about what I would be like if I saw Ruby for two years. Even if it was once a month, I’d feel like she was ingrained in me. She’d made her mark on me in the two weeks since I first laid eyes on her, so how much more invested would I feel after countless nights together?
It was unfathomable.
Again, the impermanent nature of our relationship was like someone flashing bright lights in my eyes. Thirty days was probably nothing to her. Maybe she’d had long term clients like me before.
I clenched my teeth and took a deep breath.
