“Mason?” she said. “I…I’m sorry, I may have the wrong room number.” She frantically dug through her purse for her phone as I continued to watch her. She was just as beautiful as I remembered her. She wore a white lace dress that molded itself to her sexy curves that had matured over the years. Her luscious breasts were on full display, making my fingertips tingle in anticipation of cupping them. My eyes moved to her sexy lips that were pulled into a frown as she gazed at her phone screen, slightly shaking her head.
She finally looked up at the number on my door with a sigh. “I guess this is the right room,” she said softly.
“Yeah…” I trailed, rubbing the back of my neck. Well, this was fucking awkward. When I’d ordered an escort, I was expecting a random woman for me to fuck and send on her way. I definitely didn’t expect my high school sweetheart—the one person I’d ever loved—to be standing in front of me to have my last hoorah with.
“So…” she started. “Are we going to do this in the hallway or…?”
“Fuck, sorry. Come in,” I stammered, stepping aside. She walked past me, the smell of cocoa butter and strawberries wafting behind her as she moved. I closed the door behind her, watching as her eyes moved around the suite.
“Nice room,” she commented.
“Thanks,” I said, biting my lips when my eyes dropped down to her ass. Not so fast. This is Aaliyah, not a random woman.
I cleared my throat. “Um, do you want anything to drink? There’s a mini bar and the room comes with complimentary champagne.”
She shook her head. “No, I’m good. Thank you though. I, um, guess we should get started on what you paid for?”
The moment I laid eyes on her, sex was no longer on my mind. I had so many questions, the main one being why she was an escort. We didn’t keep in contact after we broke up on graduation night, so I never knew what happened to her after I’d left for college. The last I’d heard about her was when I’d ran into one of her old friends and was told that she went to live with her grandparents for a while because one of them was terminally ill. I never would have thought that she, our class salutatorian, would end up being an escort.
“Actually…I want to talk first,” I said slowly. She shifted her purse strap uneasily as she looked around the room.
“Um…okay. I guess that’s fine,” she stated. I led her to the living area and we both sat on the love seat. We were both silent for a few moments. Her expression was hard to read. After what had happened between us, I was probably the last person she wanted to see.
“So…how’ve you been?” I finally asked, clasping my hands together as I slightly leaned forward.
“Fine.”
I sighed. “How long have you been…doing this?”
“I don’t think that really matters,” she said with a sigh, fiddling with one of the curls in her hair while keeping her eyes low.
“I was only asking because I thought you were…doing something else,” I said carefully.
Her sexy lips were still pulled into a frown. “Well, life happens and things change,” she said, her voice flat. “Do you always call an escort service?”
I shrugged. “From time to time.”
“Does your girlfriend know you do?” she asked, finally meeting my gaze.
I grinned. “Is that your way of trying to ask if I’m single?”
She rolled her eyes. “Your relationship status is the least of my worries. You paid me to come here for sex; not to date you.”
I cleared my throat, suddenly becoming uneasy. She looked familiar, but the woman before me wasn’t the one I’d fallen in love with years ago. And even knowing that, it didn’t stop my heart from beating faster or feeling is if I had butterflies in my stomach.
“I’m not in a relationship,” I said.
After a long moment, she scoffed. “That’s surprising,” she said. “Ladies’ Man Mason doesn’t have a girlfriend. It’s hard to imagine that.”
“Ladies’ man?” I cocked an eyebrow. “Where did you hear that from?”
“I’ve heard a couple of things over the years,” she replied, folding her arms across her chest. Though I was curious to what she’d heard, I didn’t want to bring up my addiction if she didn’t know about it. Knowing that I still had the same problem I did back when we were in high school would probably kill any chance I had of getting back with her.
“ Any particular reason why?” she suddenly asked.
“Why what?”
“Why you’re still single. On paper, you seem to be the perfect dating material. You’re sexy, good job—”
“Sexy, huh?” I asked, stroking my growing beard. She playfully rolled her eyes.
“Whatever. It just doesn’t make sense why you’re still single when you’d be the perfect man for someone.”
Though what she said was innocent enough, she spoke as if I’d never be the perfect man for her. You’re getting way ahead of yourself. She’s a paid escort; she’s not here to rekindle a relationship.
“Okay, I’ll be honest. Something may be wrong with me.” A slight smirk was on her lips as she looked at me, waiting for my answer. I held her gaze as I spoke. “I haven’t been able to date anyone because I seem to still be stuck on you.”
It wasn’t a lie. There wasn’t a day that went by that I didn’t regret hurting her, but she’d left before I’d had a chance to talk to her about it. I didn’t blame her though. Had the shoe been on the other foot, I wouldn’t have stuck around either.
Aaliyah’s smirk fell from her lips, her baby doll features hardening a bit. “I see,” she said. Neither one of us said anything for a little while. Maybe it was a bad idea to try to talk. Her stiff posture and lack of eye contact made it obvious that my answer wasn’t what she wanted to hear.
“Sorry,” I finally said. “I didn’t mean to make things weird.”
“It’s fine,” she murmured.
“Are you single?”
“Not that it’s your business, but yes, I am.”
Her body language made her look uncomfortable, as if she wanted to be anywhere else but here. I’d thought about what it would be like to reunite with her from time to time, but I never thought it would be like…this. She couldn’t even look me in the eyes for long periods of time and her tone was flat and uninviting. She was nothing like I remembered, but then again, we weren’t teenagers anymore.
I sighed. “If you want to go ahead and get this over with, we can. I guess I just wanted to catch up with you, but that isn’t what you’re here for.”
She looked up at me and gave me a tight smile. “We can talk if you want, Mason. We can do whatever you want during the time you paid for.”
“Can I ask you something?” She just looked at me, waiting. “Did…well, have you thought about me at all over the years?”
She leaned back and crossed her legs. “There were times that I did. Whenever I’d meet up with friends from school, they’d always ask if I’d seen or talked to you and they’d tell me whatever rumor they’d heard about you.”
“Rumor?” I asked with a raised brow.
“There’s plenty of them that I’ve heard, but the main one is that you’re still a sex addict,” she said. I sighed. So much for not bringing up that topic.
“Well, it doesn’t go away overnight,” I muttered.
“You know,” she started. “Sometimes I used to wonder what would’ve happened between us had we still been together. I wondered if we would’ve gotten married once we finished college and how many beautiful babies we would’ve had.” I held her gaze. “I think we would’ve been so happy.”
We probably would have. All of our friends used to comment on how cute Aaliyah and I were together, how I was going to be the successful lawyer and she was going to be an in-demand plastic surgeon. Everything would’ve been so perfect had I not gone and fucked it up.
“Do you remember when we’d spend the majority of our study sessions making out in your room?” she asked with a small giggle. I smiled. How
could I forget? I could almost feel her warm body grinding against mine, needy with lust and desire as my tongue explored her mouth. I remembered how wet she’d get for me when I’d slip my hands into her jeans and caressed her clit, kissing her to keep her moans quiet so my parents wouldn’t hear.
“Of course,” I said with a chuckle. “And once my parents forced me to start keeping my room door open when you came over, we spent that time making up names for our future babies.”
“Yeah,” she said, a dreamy look crossing her face briefly. “I still can’t believe you wanted to name a boy Tibias Timothy.”
“Yeah, now that I’m older, that name probably is a little corny,” I said, shaking my head. She grew quiet again. “Aaliyah…I know it’s been a long time and it happened so long ago, but I want to tell you that I’m genuinely sorry for hurting you.”
“You didn’t just hurt me, Mason,” she murmured. “You shattered my heart.”
“I know,” I sighed. “I—”
“And it wasn’t just me you hurt either. I mean you had sex with Malcolm’s girlfriend. Forget about me; how could you do that to your own brother? Your twin?”
I ran a hand over my face. I’d made a terrible mistake back then. Malcolm and I had thrown a graduation party. Our parents were out of town that weekend, so we figured a little house party wouldn’t hurt. My dad had called earlier in the day and we’d fought over something I couldn’t even remember anymore, but it had triggered me and made me feel like a complete failure, as if I couldn’t do anything right.
Aaliyah hadn’t made it to the party yet and I needed her. I’d tried calling and texting her, but couldn’t get a response. I needed to bury myself inside of her, I needed to feel satisfaction from knowing that I was the source of her pleasure, that I knew what her body wanted and could give it to her. Frustrated, I’d gone to the pool house away from the party where Malcolm’s tipsy girlfriend Diana was. She was a pretty little thing, biracial with dark curly hair, nice tits, and a round ass. She was rolling pool balls across the pool table, sipping on a wine cooler when she noticed me and mistook me for my brother.
“You’ve waited two years, baby,” she’d slurred, wrapping her arms around my neck. “I want you to take me right here on the pool table.”
I knew it was wrong, I fucking swear I did. Thoughts of Aaliyah crossed my mind as Diana kissed my neck, but they disappeared the moment she started to caress my cock through my shorts. Next thing I knew, I was fucking my brother’s girlfriend across the pool table and Malcolm and Aaliyah caught me in the act. Aaliyah ran away before I had a chance to talk to her and Malcolm told me he hated me. To this day, I didn’t think he ever forgave me for that.
“It’s something that I have to live with every day,” I finally said, which was the truth. “I’m trying to be a better man. It’s just…hard.”
Aaliyah sighed. “The first step on the road to recovery is to admit you have a problem,” she mused. I nodded.
“I’ve admitted it. I’m a sex addict.”
“Are you getting treatment for it?”
“Support groups. I’m actually going to one tomorrow.”
“So, why are you with me tonight?”
I shrugged. “It’s kind of like a last hoorah before going cold turkey, I guess. I’m trying to think of it as a bachelor party before getting married and being on the straight and narrow path.”
“Ah,” she said. “Well, your time is winding down, so I guess we better get to it.”
*
I led her to the bedroom. Instead of feeling anxious to just jump into sex as I normally did with escorts, I was hesitant.
“You seem nervous,” she said, as if reading my mind. I rubbed the back of my neck.
“It’s not every day that your ex happens to be your escort,” I admitted. “It’s just a bit odd.”
“I agree.” She took a step forward and pulled on my bathrobe belt, exposing my naked body. “But it’s not like we’ve never done this before.”
“It’s technically not the same though,” I breathed as her warm hand stroked my cock. “Back then, you were mine. Now you’re not.”
“I’m yours for right now,” she whispered, standing on her tip toes to kiss me. Lust vibrated through me as I took her in my arms, my hands exploring the curves of her body. A soft moan escaped her lips as I kissed along her neck, my hand slowly pulling down the zipper of her dress. She pulled away and pulled the dress off her shoulders and let it pool around her feet. She stepped out of it before wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me into another kiss. I shrugged the robe off, walking her backward until we both tumbled onto the bed. I propped myself up and looked down at her. Her black lacy bra was see-through, her dark nipples teasing me as they hardened. My gaze traveled down her body, my fingers moving along the trail of tattooed butterflies that started at her ribcage and went down to the middle of her right thigh.
“Sexy tattoo,” I murmured, hooking my fingers around her panties and pulling them down. She lifted her lips, her chest rising and falling in anticipation of what was to come. Kissing her lips once more, I moved back down to her breasts, freeing one of them and latching onto her nipple. She bit her lip and reached up to pull down her bra straps, freeing the other. My growing erection pressed against her hot core, anxious to sink inside of her, but I wanted to take my time. I didn’t know if this was the last time I’d see her and I wanted to cherish every single minute I had with her, even if I had to pay for it. I didn’t realize until now how much I really missed her. I missed feeling her warm bare skin against mine, the way she moaned for me, her sweet pants against my lips as I pumped into her. It didn’t feel real to be this close to her again and I wanted to make it last as long as I could.
“Mason,” she moaned as I kissed my way down to her stomach and settled down between her legs.
I looked up at her. I didn’t normally go down on women, especially an escort, but she was still special to me. She gasped when I took her clit into my mouth, her hand caressing the top of my head. The sweet sound of her lustful moan sent a chill down my spine and straight to my cock, which was now fully erect and throbbing. I closed my eyes and relished in the taste of her, memories of better times flooding my mind. Even though it had been years since we’d been together, her body still reacted to me as it did back in the day. She ground her core against my mouth, her hand tight on my head as she squirmed.
“God, I missed this,” I whispered against her wet flesh, squeezing her thighs as I lapped at her juices. Her body slightly froze and she went silent. I looked up at her. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” she breathed, her voice small. “Keep going.”
“You sure?”
“Yes,” she said, though she didn’t look at me as she spoke. When I didn’t continue, she went back to grinding against my mouth. “Please. It feels so good.”
I tried not to take her reaction personal. Whether I liked it or not, she was here to do a job, not rekindle a relationship. Focus on the task at hand and not your feeling, I scolded myself. I slipped two fingers inside of her and latched onto her clit, watching her as she trembled and moaned in pleasure. Out of nowhere, the one thing that never happened during sex finally happened after all this time. I finally felt something. Somewhere inside of me, a spark of desire and lost feelings I’d had for her were slowly taking over me. All the feelings I’d dismissed and pushed aside were now clawing to the surface. A groan slipped from my throat as I devoured her, love creeping its way back into my spirit for a woman I knew damn well I couldn’t have. My cock ached to be inside of her and I couldn’t wait any longer. The moment I stopped, she sat up and looked at me with wild eyes.
“What’s wrong?” she asked breathlessly.
I grabbed my wallet from the nightstand and retrieved a condom, returning to the bed and positioned myself between her legs. I kissed her without a word, a soft moan leaving her lips as she tasted herself on my tongue. I pulled away long enough to open the foil wrapper, joining our
lips again as I rolled the condom on. She gasped as I sank into her, tightening her legs around me. I gazed into her beautiful eyes as I slowly pumped into her, pleasure shocking my nerve endings with each stroke. She held my gaze, thrusting her hips to match my stroke. Why did this feel so natural? Why did she still feel as if she were…mine?
“I’ve missed you so much,” I whispered upon her lips before kissing her again. She looked at me with glossy eyes, but she didn’t respond. I couldn’t blame her. One heated night of passion wasn’t going to erase my sins against her. Burying my face in the crook of her neck, I thrust quicker and harder into her, still needing to let go of everything that happened today. Her walls tightened around my cock, eliciting a deep groan from me as I pounded into her. Her moans were like a soundtrack I’d always keep on repeat, a sweet melody that I’d never get tired of.
“Mason, I’m almost there,” she panted, her nails scratching my back as pleasure consumed us both. I hooked my arm behind her knee and pushed her leg back, sinking a little deeper inside of her.
“Fuck, you feel amazing,” I groaned, my eyes nearly rolling in the back of my head as her heat and wetness consumed me. “I want you to come all over my cock, baby.”
Her moans turned into pants and she held me tight, finally screaming as she climaxed, squirting as she jerked beneath me. I continued pumping into her, coming to my own release with a primal growl. She laid beneath me with her eyes closed, her chest quickly rising and falling. I kissed her neck before tenderly nuzzling it.
“I always loved when you came for me,” I whispered.
She let out an airy giggle. “You know what’s funny? You’re the only one that can make me do that,” she nearly whispered.
“I know your sweet pussy inside and out. It’ll always be mine,” I murmured, capturing her lips in a deep kiss. Her hands rubbed up and down my back as our tongues danced, her dripping core pulsing around my softening erection. We both jumped when a shrill ringing filled the room. “What the hell was that?”
“Looks like our time is up,” she mentioned, slightly pushing against me. I fought the urge to groan as I rolled off her. Right; we only had limited time. She was only here to do a job and now she was done. She’d go back to her to life and I’d have to go back to mine and…what? Now that I’d had a taste of her again, there was no way I’d be able to stop thinking of her or the next time I’d get to have her. It would be like breaking up all over again, being tormented with the memories of what once was and the memories we’d never get to form.
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