Pleasure

by Adrianna Dane

  Again, he chuckled and shook his head. Once the door closed behind him, she turned back to the glass, watched as John fondled Mary, pushing his fingers deep inside her. Helen’s own hand moved downward, two fingers slipping beneath the drenched silk to tease her clit. She allowed her legs to fall open as she watched the people in the other room.

  Then she saw the door open and Fallon stepped inside.

  CHAPTER TEN

  The couple turned to him, both smiled. John pulled his fingers from inside Mary and they sauntered over to Fallon. Mary reached up to kiss Fallon as John untied the robe and pushed it from his shoulders. Fallon reached out to knead Mary’s breasts and she arched into his hands.

  “Is she here?” Helen heard John ask. It was only then she glanced up above the glass and saw an indication where there were speakers inlaid into the wood. She would be able to hear everything that went on in that room.

  She shuddered in anticipation. It was like being a witness to a play staged just for her—a very erotic play.

  “Yes, John. She’s watching us at this very minute.”

  John grinned. He looked at Mary and she smiled back. After removing Fallon’s robe, John pushed the silky pajama bottoms down over Fallon’s hips. They slid down his legs and pooled at his feet. He was left wearing nothing more than very skimpy black bikini underwear that molded to every curve of his delectable body.

  Helen could see the impressive bulge of his cock. John fondled him through the underwear.

  “You sure you don’t want to break some rules tonight, Fallon? We’d pay handsomely for the chance to fuck you.”

  Helen had to smile because she had just made him basically the same offer not moments ago. She again grew all tingly at the thought of watching Fallon fuck another man. She might even forego her own chance just to watch.

  She’d never thought of herself as possessing a fetish about sex, but watching Fallon do anything would afford her more pleasure than she thought possible.

  And that was it, right there. It wasn’t just a case of watching anyone involved in a sexual encounter. It was watching him. It was like watching a movie star one was attracted to in every movie possible. God, she loved watching him move, loved the way he looked, the elegance and sensuality of it. She was afraid she’d never get enough.

  That’s what he zoned in on. And she was certain that was why he did so well in his profession. She wasn’t the only one who was drawn to him in this way. Obviously, the couple in the other room felt the same way.

  Watching—anything—had never been this enticing. She relaxed and leaned back in the chair, ready for the show to begin. Eager to see what came next.

  She saw Fallon shake his head, a rueful smile on his face. He looked down at his body. “I guess you can tell that you both arouse me, but you know that’s not the way it works.”

  John shrugged and then leaned over, cupping Fallon’s face and planted a deep kiss on his lips.

  Helen felt the heat inside her build to almost boiling, watching the two men embrace so intimately. Fallon continued fondling Mary’s breasts, her hands were on his chest, teasing his puckered nipples.

  John was a very well-endowed man, in many ways just as attractive as Fallon. His cock stood out, already stiff and ready for action. He pulled away from Fallon and looked at him.

  “Get me ready for her,” he growled. “You know how I like it.” He reached over to thread his fingers through Mary’s hair and pulled her toward him. He kissed her and then turned to look at Fallon. “And she likes watching us together. You know how aroused it makes her.”

  Helen felt her juices dripping onto her thighs at the thought of what she was going to see. She was entranced as Fallon moved toward the dresser and reached inside pulling out a small packet.

  Mary turned her focus on him as he walked back toward them. He knelt in front of John and unrolled the condom over John’s burgeoning cock. John grabbed the base and, thrusting his hips, seeming to offer it to Fallon.

  “Suck it for me, Fallon. Make it nice and wet for Mary.”

  Fallon gripped John’s ass cheeks and leaned forward. Helen saw him grin up at John. “Whatever you want.” Then he consumed the sheathed cock inside his mouth.

  Helen’s jaw dropped as she watched him attend to the cock. His cheeks hollowed as he sucked. Mary knelt behind him, kneading his ass cheeks through the flimsy material of his underwear.

  “Mmmm, I wish you weren’t wearing these, Fallon. At the very least I’d love to see your cock, be able to touch it. Ah well, I guess you’re right—it would be too tempting.”

  Helen frantically pushed her panties down over her hips and let them drop to the floor. Hurriedly, she thrust her fingers inside her vagina and worked her engorged clit. This was so hot to be watching him this way—servicing the man while the woman stroked his body.

  What would it be like to be that comfortable naked in the same room with two men? It was a delicious thought that she might have an opportunity to try that one day. But for now it was arousing to watch them.

  “I’m ready,” John groaned and his glistening cock popped from Fallon’s mouth. “It never takes long with you, Fallon. You’re a master cocksucker. Damn.”

  Mary dropped back and Fallon rose to his feet. He took Mary’s hand, led her to the bed, and then climbed on after her. He settled himself behind her, his hands sliding across her breasts, down over her abdomen, to pull her legs wide. Then he leaned down to kiss her sensuously as they waited for John to join them.

  As John walked over to the bed, Helen picked up the vibrator and positioned it at the opening of her pussy. As she watched, he positioned himself above Mary. Using two of his fingers, he tested her readiness.

  “Oh, you’re wet, Mary, love. Really wet. Do you want me inside you?”

  Mary broke the kiss with Fallon and looked at John. “In me, John. Fuck me now.”

  Fallon moved his hands from Mary’s breasts and John’s hands took their place. Helen saw his hips surge forward and Mary moaned and arched, meeting his thrust. Helen pushed the vibrator deep inside her channel, could almost feel John’s cock thrusting into Mary. Then her attention turned from them to glance at Fallon and her breath caught in her chest.

  His eyes locked with hers through the glass, drawing her into the sexual encounter. Although the glass separated her from them, his dark gaze kept her connected.

  As John pulled out, Helen did the same. She matched him rhythm for rhythm and felt her orgasm build. She reached up with her other hand to knead her breasts, tugging at her nipple. Oh, God, it was too much. Intimacy without truly being intimate. The passion seared her, driving fast and hard. Fallon was the focus upon which they all turned—he connected them.

  Helen heard Mary scream, saw John shudder, and felt her own climax overpower her in deep spasms. She shuddered, bit down on her lip as she attempted to hold back the keening cry of release as she came. It seemed as though the world stopped right there and then—so much pleasure consumed her, driving through every other thought that might be lingering in her mind.

  Finally, Helen dropped back into the chair and pulled the vibrator from inside her. Her pussy sucked at it as it pulled free. She set it onto the table next to her, then dropped her head back and closed her eyes, sighing deeply.

  The next thing she knew, Fallon was bending forward in front of her. His robe and silk pajama bottoms were on. Quickly she glanced through the glass and saw John and Mary tangled together on the bed, stroking each other.

  “You enjoyed yourself,” Fallon remarked as he helped her up from the chair.

  “I-I’ve never experienced anything like that in my life. How do you do that?”

  He smiled as he helped her slip into a silk robe he apparently had brought in with him. “My talent.”

  She let him lead her from the room and with slow steps she made her way back to her room. Fallon was definitely one of a kind.

  When they entered her room, he walked toward the bathroom and turned on the water i
n the bathtub.

  “You don’t need to stay,” she murmured. “I can take care of myself from here.”

  He escorted her into the bathroom, then helped her out of the robe and bra and into the bathtub. “That’s not the way it works, Helen. Pleasure doesn’t end on the climax—that’s one part of it. The pampering—like now—is also a part of the service.”

  She sank back in the tub allowing Fallon to bathe her, his hands warm and hard, soothing and arousing all at the same time.

  Part of the service. “If you ever need a recommendation, let me know,” she murmured. “I can definitely state you offer five-star pleasure, Fallon. Nothing can compare.”

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  The days of summer were far too quickly drawing to a close. Helen had expected her lust to abate and instead it had only increased with each encounter with Fallon. She tried not to examine her motives. Helen lay back again the pillows, the mauve silk sheet draped over her hips, watching Fallon as he dressed. She felt relaxed and content.

  “Why don’t you ever have sex with your clients?”

  Fallon’s hands stopped in the process of buttoning his shirt, but he didn’t turn to look at her. This was her fifth visit to the inn and summer was nearing an end. Rationally, she knew this couldn’t go on much longer—eventually it would be discovered where she was going and what she was doing.

  Fallon sat on the edge of the bed and stared out the window. “When I first came to Las Vegas I was as green as they come, but I wanted excitement. I was determined to get rich and have lots of great sex.”

  “Did you?”

  He was silent for a long time before he continued. “I got involved with the wrong showgirl and I paid a pretty hefty price for fucking her. I spent a long time in the hospital. Basically the back injuries from the beating left me impotent for a time. So I was broke, had a huge doctor’s bill, and I couldn’t fuck.”

  “My God,” she gasped. “Did they find the people who did that do you?”

  He laughed, but it wasn’t with amusement. “That’s not the way it works in this world. But I did learn a lot and grew up pretty fast. And I found a way to make the system work for me. At the time, becoming an escort was the easiest and best way for me to make the cash I needed to get by. And I set myself to learning other ways to please rather than using my cock.” He shrugged. “It worked to my advantage in the long run. I taught myself a lot of things along the way. The other thing I learned was that getting rich with the cards wasn’t going to do it.”

  “I’m surprised you didn’t leave.”

  “Nope. I was hooked on the life. I like the lights, the action—I just needed to find a way to make it work for me.”

  “You said for a time you were impotent, but you’re not now?”

  “No.” Then he turned to look at her, his gaze raking over her as she lay there naked except for the sheet. “But, I’m guessing the reason I have such a…loyal…clientele is because I don’t use my cock to please. The service I offer is unique.”

  Helen shifted uncomfortably in the bed. He was probably right. She liked how he made her feel, what he did to her body. She never left unsatisfied with their dates and the aftermath. This afternoon he’d given her a sensual massage and then, much to her shock, he’d shaved her pussy. But it wasn’t just a shave, he’d made her come several times as he played with her. It was something she’d never forget.

  But it was an unspoken challenge to attempt to find out if she could get him to fuck her—if the price was right.

  “You might be right. You certainly have a special gift for what you do.”

  “Fantasy Escorts gives me free rein for the most part. They’ve been pretty good like that—not like some of the other so-called escort agencies around Vegas. I was lucky to get in with them.”

  “How long can you keep doing this?”

  “I haven’t gone crazy like a lot of people do here. I paid the hospital bill, kept my nose clean, and made some good investments. The escort business isn’t the only thing I do in Vegas.” He turned to survey the room. “As a matter of fact, I own this inn for a start. I’ve already started winding down. I haven’t taken on any new clients since you.”

  “I see.” But she didn’t really. This was the first time he’d shared anything personal about himself and she had to wonder what had brought this on today. She certainly saw a different face of him, knowing he owned the inn. No wonder they never asked her any questions when she checked in.

  “Do you, Helen?” He studied her for a long time and then turned away to lean over to put on his socks and shoes. He stood and pivoted around to look at her. “You’re a beautiful woman.” Abruptly he whirled away and strode over to the chair to put on his jacket. “This is our last time, Helen.”

  She shot up from the bed. “What do you mean? Why?”

  He gazed at her from across the room. “This is business. I’ll be honest. I’m attracted to you in more than a professional manner. It has to stop. I can’t let this get personal.”

  Her body tingled at his words, grew warm from the thought of getting involved with him on a more personal level. “Is that so bad?”

  Again he laughed without amusement. “You know better—you’re an intelligent woman. I’m a professional escort, and from what you’ve said without being specific, you hold a pretty important position in your town. It could never work—you know it and I do, too. Best that I end the association now before either of us gets hurt. You’re a good woman and you deserve a good man. Don’t sell yourself short.”

  Helen knelt up on the bed, gripping the sheet around her. “What if I want to take the chance?” She knew it would have to end, but not yet. She wasn’t ready for that.

  He shook his head. “Face the ridicule? I would never ask you to do that. You deserve better. You needed some excitement in your life and I tried to give it to you. But it’s time for us both to move on.”

  She sank back onto the bed. “I don’t think I’m ready for this.”

  He walked over, cupped the back of her head, and bent forward to kiss her. “You’re a one-of-a-kind, Helen. Always leave the table on a winning streak. It’s time. The one thing that’s kept me alive here, is knowing when to walk away. This is one of those times.”

  “If you’re doing it for me, then don’t. I can take care of myself.”

  He smiled. “I know you can.” His eyes turned dark, his emotions masked. “If you really want me to refer you to another escort, I can do that.”

  She reeled back from him, shocked by the suggestion. “You can’t be serious. I don’t want another escort. I want you.”

  He was the reason she kept coming here. She didn’t want someone else.

  “Well, you can’t have me. Not anymore. It’s over.”

  Without another word he walked out of the room, leaving her alone. Hot tears welled in her eyes and it was at that moment she knew it had become far more than a paid companion providing her pleasure. Far more.

  He’d kept a cool head—had he sensed something from her? She’d never said anything specific, she was certain of it. It was not going to be easy going back to being good Helen all the time. She wasn’t sure she could do it.

  She wanted something she didn’t dare acknowledge even to herself. Yet she had known from the beginning it wasn’t possible.

  She lifted her chin. Well, she wasn’t going to beg. If she were truly honest with herself, she accepted he was right. Once she got back into her life, the summer ended, she would be able to accept that she would never see Fallon again. And there certainly was no way she’d ever attempt to hire another escort. At some level it became so much more than hiring a paid companion. And he was correct—it wasn’t about the sex—it never really had been.

  Slowly she rose from the bed. His scent still clung to the air. She had to get out of here before she did something really stupid. Maybe eventually this void inside her that gaped open when he walked out the door would close. She just needed to give it some time.

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nbsp; CHAPTER TWELVE

  It didn’t seem like her life any longer. She’d tried to return to the person she was but found herself fantasizing about Fallon and Vegas. Three months had passed since their last encounter and more than once she’d picked up her cell to call the agency and then stopped. She would not beg. And even if she did, she doubted Fallon would change his mind. He didn’t seem the type of man to reverse a decision once he’d made it. Maybe the children coming home for the winter break and preparing for the holidays would take her mind off Fallon. She was afraid she had become obsessed with him.

  The problem was, her life seemed empty and bland. She’d started a journey, learned a great deal about herself and her needs, and now, to attempt to shut the lid and go on without a key part of who she was seemed like a one-dimensional existence.

  When she looked at people, attended functions, went on about her regular life, it was as though someone else lived it. She was going to have to make a decision on how she should proceed, because this just wasn’t working any longer.

  She looked down at the papers on her desk. It was time for her to think about re-election. Did she really want to trap herself into another term?

  Rising from her desk, Helen slipped on her coat and left her office. She felt suffocated and needed to get out and walk it off. She had reached a turning point and which direction she took mattered a great deal. The fact that she felt trapped when she thought of serving another term was not a good sign.

  Fallon might not be a part of her life. It never was a relationship that could go anywhere. She looked up at the sky. What was he doing right now? Who was he with? It wasn’t that she was jealous. Or maybe it was, because she couldn’t be a part of it any longer.

  She liked watching him. At first, she’d fought her own ideas of morality on the issue. But everyone involved was a consenting adult and everyone’s fantasies were being fulfilled in a safe environment that Fallon provided. It might be naughty and unacceptable to others—but it was her life.