Lorna's Gigolo

by Fawn Lowery

  “Lance,” she murmured. “I need an orgasm.”

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  Chapter 15

  “Put a damn condom on!” she screeched.

  “I'm gloved!” Lance assured her, pointing one hand at his long hard erection.

  For several moments, they stared at each other through the waning light in the bedroom. How could she scream at him and then immediately turn her emotions back to the reason she had yelled in the first place? She mentally chided herself for voicing her demands of him, but damn the luck, she wasn't about to make the same mistake twice.

  She ran her gaze the length of his chest, then lower. The condom was barely visible in the pale evening light filling the room, but there, nonetheless. She allowed a sigh to slip from her mouth.

  He came to her then and levered himself atop her fervid body. His chest met her breasts and his abdomen settled against her belly. She opened her legs wide, giving him plenty of room to enter her cavity.

  The tip of his cock stabbed with heated urgency at her opening, pushing in with a quickness that made her gasp. He filled her passage with his size, began to move in and out as though she were familiar territory and he knew exactly what she wanted.

  Lorna clasped his hips in either hand, opening her eyes to stare up at him as he pumped into her body. The pale light in the room bathed his silhouette in darkened hues as he hovered above her body, thrusting and plunging, his breathing ragged.

  Sweat popped out on Lorna's body as the needed orgasm grew near. She dug her acrylic nails into the rock-hard muscles of his buttocks, raising her hips off the mattress to meet his demanding thrusts. Her breasts jiggled as their bodies worked in unison to achieve their goal.

  She felt the onset of climax, those first tingling little signs that meant soon it would be full bloom and spiraling throughout her body. She quickened her movements, anxious to bring the good feeling along. Lance had begun to kiss her mouth, to heighten her passion to the apex.

  The crescendo of sensations took complete control of her mind and body as they began and rippled through her. She pulled in a quick breath and clutched Lance tightly as the climax came full bloom.

  “Oh my God!” she whispered. “It feels wonderful!”

  The sex act was one of the most fulfilling Lorna had ever experienced. Minutes later her body felt the barrage of sensations as they began to wane, regrettably. When Lance reached his own climax, and momentarily rolled off her body to lie beside her, she closed her eyes and tried not to admit that she had let her passion govern her actions—again.

  At least this time the sex was safe.

  Or was it?

  She hated to admit she might be on the verge of forming an emotional attachment to Lance Bishop. She sighed in exasperation. Why hadn't she insisted he leave, instead of sucking on his cock and telling him she needed an orgasm?

  “Was it as good for you?”

  “Shut up,” she growled.

  He chuckled audibly as he rolled to his side and got up from the bed. Lorna watched his shadowy figure as he went into the bathroom to dispose of the condom. A second later, the toilet flushed, and he returned to lie beside her.

  The sounds of the ocean seeped in through the open window, the gentle swishing of the water as it rolled up on the beach and spread across the sand, then oozed back into the blue depths.

  Lorna dozed, her body sated and relaxed, but then she felt the warm hand that slid across her stomach and the pair of hot lips that trailed along her jaw to her mouth. She kissed him back, savoring the feel of his expert lips as they melded so perfectly with her own mouth, but her senses were quickly coming alive with renewed interest as he snuggled against her side, his arms twined around her in a tight, yet seductive, grasp.

  “I could get used to this,” he whispered into her ear.

  “You're not moving in, Lance,” she said in a firm tone.

  “Then you come live with me,” he replied, poking the tip of his tongue inside her ear.

  His methods of persuasion were very good, hard to resist, but not very realistic.

  “No,” she stated.

  “Let's not argue.”

  “We aren't. You have a life and I have a life...”

  “And so the twain shall meet,” he finished for her. His low chuckle sounded in the quiet room.

  “That wasn't what I was going to say,” she stated. She wiggled out of his arms and sat up on the side of the bed. Having sex with him had been a mistake. By giving in to her own weakness for physical contact, she had given him the impression that there might be a way for them to work things out. Well, there wasn't. If she were pregnant, she would have an abortion. Nothing he said or did would change her mind—even if he were an attorney.

  Her brows drew together in uncertainty. “Why would a professional male escort become an attorney?”

  When she pulled away from him, he rolled to his back and clasped his hands behind his head. “There's no age limit on being an attorney.” He gave a short laugh. “As for the male body—”

  “Never mind. Forget it,” she cut him off. Why had she thought she'd get a serious answer?

  She could feel his eyes on her bare back, but she refused to turn and look at him. She could already imagine how splendid his body looked against the white sheet. His long muscled legs would be stretched out and crossed at the ankle, his chest exposed, bronzed and hair roughened. And his waist and abdomen tight and trim. And that impressive male organ at his crotch—

  “I was going to college to become an attorney—”

  “When you decided to let some sex-starved woman pay your way?”

  “Exactly.”

  Her head whipped around to glare through the darkness at him.

  “We've been through this before,” he reminded her. “Why bring it up again?”

  Lorna sucked in a deep breath. Should she tell him she was all too aware that she needed to make some changes in her life and that suddenly knowing him just might be the difference in her going nuts or making those needed changes?

  “I guess I'm just a glutton for punishment,” she snapped, levering herself off the bed.

  She rushed into the bathroom and turned on the shower full blast. The water was barely warm when she pushed aside the curtain and stepped under the spray. If only there was a simple solution to her life.

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  Chapter 16

  The hot water beat down on her head when she realized Lance was joining her in the shower. She opened her eyes and stepped back out of the spray. Wiping one hand across her face to clear her eyes and nose, she glimpsed him placing a condom on the shelf beside the soap. A chuckle leapt from her throat.

  “I remembered,” he said and reached for her.

  He pulled her wet body against his and kissed her mouth as his hands slid along her wet curves, caressing her backside and running his fingers between the rounded halves of her buttocks.

  Lance was intent on touching every wet inch of Lorna's body. His hands glided across her breasts and his fingers tweaked her nipples into hard little nubs. His palm slid across her belly as he turned her into his arms, pressing her butt against his rapidly growing erection. His fingers slid inside her wet pussy lips, found her clit and gently stroked the sensitive nub.

  Lorna contained her squeals of delight as his moving fingers quickly brought her body to orgasm. She pushed her butt against his hardness, slowly grinding her roundness into his length as his fingers slid inside her cave. A second orgasm traveled through her insides, making her gasp for breath.

  Lance pushed her forward suddenly, bending her at the waist and poked a finger inside her rear orifice, then quickly followed his probing finger with the head of his cock.

  Lorna was still enjoying the orgasms he had wrought and when she felt the head of his rod pressing into her rear orifice, she decided to allow him entry. She had only had anal sex once and didn't really find it all that enjoyabl
e. She'd vowed never to let a man do that to her again, but upon her confiding in Amber about the incident, Amber was quick to voice her enjoyment of the act. And now, with Lance and his supposed expertise in the sex field, if anybody could make it pleasurable for her, he could.

  She felt very full all at once as Lance pushed his cock inside her body. His hands grasped her buttocks and spread the rounded halves, then slid round to stroke her clit as he began to move back and forth, pushing in, pulling back, slowly, gently, so as not to cause her any pain.

  Lorna found the coupling quite sensuous, once Lance established a rhythm. The warm water of the shower beat against her arched back and cascaded across their joined bodies, acting somewhat as a lubricant for his moving in and out of her anal canal.

  Lance was quicker than she was in reaching an orgasm. He pressed hard against her butt and breathed raggedly while she tried desperately to keep from tumbling on her face. Her feet began to slide and he grasped her around the waist to keep her from falling.

  She felt his lips kiss her arched back as he pulled out then turned her in his hands. Dropping to his knees, he pulled her crotch against his mouth and began to suck her clit.

  Lorna moaned and grabbed his head, raising up on her tiptoes and spreading her legs to give him full access to her pussy. She rocked her hips, driving her aroused clit against his lips. In seconds, she was experiencing an orgasm that left her breathless.

  The climax was incredibly hard, shooting throughout her body with lightning speed. Her anal opening still felt rather strange where his hard flesh had penetrated. When he made her climax with his mouth, she wondered how extraordinarily good an anal climax might be. For a brief second, she found herself looking forward to the next time she would have anal sex, then berated herself because part of her didn't want Lance around and the other part was rapidly developing feelings for him—despite the possibility that she might be carrying his child.

  Rational thoughts fought the erotic sensations zinging throughout her body. They fought to surface, only to be pushed back into her subconscious. It wasn't often she let herself enjoy such sexual escapades, or knew anyone with such sexual knowledge as she felt Lance Bishop possessed.

  His mouth came down hard on hers, crushing her lips and forcing his tongue inside to taste her sweetness. She at once began a sensual play with his tongue, teasing it with her own until she heard him moan with carnal delight. The next she knew he was tearing his mouth away and trying frantically to open the condom package.

  Lorna giggled and plucked the condom from his fingers. With an expertise that amazed her, she ripped away the foil and extracted the rubber, then positioned the condom on the head of Lance's cock and rolled it along the smooth length with seemingly deft fingers.

  He pushed her against the wall, a bit roughly, and quickly stabbed her with his hard rod, making her yelp out loud. Penetration was deep, and when he began to move, he shoved in hard and pulled out almost to the point of extraction before lunging inside again. The rhythm he set was brutal, but oh so successful in bringing them both to orgasm.

  Lorna raised her legs, wrapped them around his waist while he pressed her back against the shower wall, and squeezed her buttocks in either palm. The orgasm crashed through her insides like a giant breaker slamming against craggy boulders lining the ocean shore.

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  Chapter 17

  “He did what?”

  Lorna smiled at Amber. “At first I couldn't believe I let him stay—then when we started having sex—”

  “Ooooh,” Amber exclaimed, nodding her head. “He moved in with you?”

  “No. No,” Lorna quickly corrected. “He hit the ceiling when I told him I would have an abortion if I found out I was pregnant.”

  Amber's lower jaw dropped open. “You haven't gotten your period yet?”

  Lorna shook her head. “I'm hoping I'm late due to stress. You know. The damn IRS thing.”

  “And the car crash. You haven't been yourself for months.”

  “I know.” She raked her fingers through her hair, pushing the heavy mass over her shoulder. “I'm thinking about going away for a while. A vacation, you know.”

  Amber cocked her head at Lorna. “You're not thinking about...”

  “An out-of-state abortion? No. I need to get away so I can think. I need to sort things out.”

  Amber rose from the chair in front of Lorna's desk and walked around to stand behind her. She placed her hands on Lorna's shoulders and began kneading her muscles. “God. Your muscles are tight.”

  “Amber,” Lorna said, reaching up to still her kneading fingers. “I'm attracted to Lance more than I want to admit.” She bit her bottom lip. “I don't have time for a relationship.”

  “You work too damn much,” Amber said, resuming the kneading of Lorna's tight muscles. “But I'm guilty of working too much, too.” She heaved a heavy sigh. “When Charlie suggested we move in together—”

  “You and Charlie are living together?” Lorna blurted out. The last time she had heard Amber mention her longtime boyfriend, he was on his way to Afghanistan to fight the war on terrorism. “Why didn't you tell me?”

  Amber laughed slightly. “Well, you were so consumed with blaming yourself for Mary's death.” She shrugged her shoulders and returned to sit in the chair before Lorna's desk. “You haven't been yourself. That's the reason I wanted to send you a man for your birthday. I wanted you to have something else to think about.” She giggled slightly. “Sorry. I guess I just gave you another thing to worry about.”

  Lorna waved a hand at Amber, dismissing her concern. “How could you know he was inept at his craft?” It was more a statement, or observation, then something Amber might try and answer. “So tell me about you and Charlie.”

  The telephone was ringing when Lorna arrived home. She tossed her purse and car keys on the counter and grabbed the phone in the kitchen.

  “Did you get your period today?”

  Lorna's first thought was to hang up on him, but since her heart-to-heart talk with Amber, she had to agree that Lance was trying his best to keep his word to her. He wanted to take responsibility for a mistake he may—or may not—have made. It was Lorna who refused to admit that there might indeed be a real problem. Change of an unusual sort may very well be in her future.

  “And hello to you, too,” she quipped, a smile pulling at her lips. She'd thought about their evening together off and on all day and found, to her surprise, that she had no regrets for having had sex with him.

  “Well?”

  “No,” she answered.

  “Lorna, there's a doctor I want you to go see.”

  “I have my own physician, Lance.”

  He expelled a long sigh into the receiver. “I have to go out of town for a few days. I want you to give me your word you won't do anything rash while I'm gone.”

  Lorna raised her gaze toward the ceiling. Should she promise him anything at all? Did he really have any say in what she may or may not do in his absence? And where in hell was her damn period anyway?

  “Lance, I'm nose deep in a damn audit of my business. I don't have time to give much thought to anything else at the moment.”

  “Audit? Maybe I can help.”

  “Are you experienced at being audited?” she quipped in a smart-ass tone. “Are male studs often audited?”

  “Ouch,” he remarked, then chuckled. “Give me the agent's name and I'll check into it.”

  “Carl Browne,” she said. “But I doubt you'll be able to do anything. I'm convinced the IRS is out to get me.”

  They exchanged a few more pleasantries, and hung up. Lorna let out a relieved sigh. Thank God, he was going out of town for a few days. That meant she wouldn't have to. But then she suffered a pang of regret.

  Furrowing her brow, she slid onto a kitchen stool. She was rapidly developing feelings for Lance, feelings that might be lasting, even though she doubted he could ever love one woman and remain faithfu
l. Her brows pulled together in a perplexed frown. There was something oddly strange about Lance and his male escort profession. For some uncanny reason, he seemed more grounded mentally then she imagined a male escort might be. And for him to confide in her that he was an attorney—one profession seemed to be the complete opposite of the other, almost as though he were two different people.

  She tried to push the matter aside. On the one hand, Lance Bishop was a handsome man whom she very well could fall in love with, if she thought for one second she could overlook the fact that he prostituted himself.

  “Impossible,” she mumbled, shaking her head. “Absolutely impossible.”

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  Chapter 18

  A sharp pain in Lorna's right side awakened her at dawn. She grimaced and opened her eyes. The pain came again, this time slicing across her lower abdomen.

  “Cramps,” she said out loud. “Thank you, God!”

  The worry about being pregnant was at its end. She sang at the top of her lungs the whole time she made breakfast, paused long enough to eat, and resumed her off-key noise as she drove to Adams, Incorporated.

  “You're awfully happy,” Amber remarked as Lorna strolled into the stockroom at the store. She gave her the once-over, admiring her stylish red suit and black strap sandals. “You look beautiful, too.”

  “Thank you. I'm on top of the world today. I'm not pregnant.”

  “You got your period. Congratulations,” Amber said, before laughing.

  Lorna laughed. “Today, I'm celebrating having cramps! I'm taking you to lunch at O'Rieleys.”

  O'Rieleys was a favorite bar and grill downtown. On occasion, the girls from the office gathered there after work to have a drink or two. It was small and intimate, nestled amid office buildings and loft apartments.