Living in Sin (The Escort Series)

by Lucero, Isabel

  He reaches into his nightstand and pulls it out.

  “You didn’t even have it with you at the restaurant?” I screech.

  Handing it to me, he shows off his perfect teeth with a confident smile. “I had to make sure you ended up back here with me.”

  I yank the phone from him. “Cocky much?”

  “Maybe,” he answers.

  I guess he has a right to be cocky. He did get me up here after all.

  A thought finally hits me. “How did you get my address to send the flowers to?”

  “I didn’t think you were gonna ask,” he replies with a smile. “I had to go through your contacts in hopes of finding your house phone, but it’s not in there. I found your work number though, and asked for your address so I could return your lost phone.”

  “Who gave you my address?” I snap. “They should have had you deliver it to my work, they don’t know if you’re a psycho killer or not.”

  “I used my charms on the woman on the phone. She gave it to me, no problem.”

  I scoff. I’m gonna have to find out who gave a stranger my home address.

  He walks me to the elevator in his suite and when it opens, he goes to step in with me.

  “That’s okay. You don’t have to come down with me. You’re not even dressed. I can make it from here.”

  He tilts his head in confusion and his eyes narrow. “I’d like to make sure you’re not out there waiting by yourself.”

  “If it’s not outside, I’ll wait inside until I see it pull up. No worries.”

  “Okay,” he drags out and looks at me skeptically.

  “Okay,” I reply. “Uhh, thank you…for tonight.”

  I don’t know if I’m thanking him for dinner, or sex. Maybe both.

  “Anytime, Adrienne.”

  I smile and hit the button to close the elevator. I need to be alone with my thoughts. This was a one-time thing. That’s it. Not gonna happen again. It was fun, hot, amazing, delicious sex…that will never happen again. He’ll move on to one of his many girls, and I’ll continue my busy work schedule and be good to go without sex for a while. Yep. That’s that. I can go without again.

  It’s Friday, and time to go meet Marc for his appointment with a client. I haven’t heard from Adrienne since last Sunday, and I guess I didn’t really expect to. She doesn’t have any of my contact information, and the only information I have of hers is her work number and address.

  I’m sure I could get in touch with her if I wanted, but what would I say and what would it be for? She’ll eventually wonder what I do, I’ll tell her, and she’ll run. My work keeps me busy anyway. I can’t have any sort of regular relationship with anybody. She was good in bed, no doubt. If all she wanted was for me to fuck her every now and then, I would be good with that. However, she ran out of here so fast last time, and didn’t bother with any ‘I’ll call you’ pleasantries, so maybe she isn’t interested in that either. I wonder if I’m slippin’ on my skills. Nah, couldn’t be.

  I’ve just never had someone not want to be with me more than once. Call me a conceited bastard if you want to, but it’s the truth. They’ve never ran away from me so fast. I wonder if maybe she has a boyfriend or something. Ah well, I don’t have time to worry about it. My job awaits.

  About twenty minutes later, I arrive at a hotel just off The Strip. Scanning the area, I notice Marc standing alone near the entrance. I walk over to him, and notice he’s got his preppy look going on. He’s got on a white long sleeve shirt, and on top is a blue and white argyle vest. He has his blonde hair parted on the side, and he’s running a hand through each side, making sure it’s perfectly in place. Marc has got to be the most metrosexual man I’ve ever known, but the women love it.

  “And people call me pretty boy,” I say jokingly to him.

  “Shut up,” he laughs. “I gotta make sure I look good.”

  “Whatever. So what’s goin’ on tonight? Did she say?”

  “Not really. She just wanted us to meet her here. She’s already in the room; I was just waiting on you.”

  “Oh okay. Well, let’s do this thing.”

  We walk through the lobby and since she’s just on the second floor, we take the stairs. Once at her door, Marc knocks, and a few seconds later the door opens. The woman at the door is a pretty blonde with hair that goes to her waist. Probably in her early forties. Her nails are painted blood red, and she’s holding a champagne glass.

  “Marc!” she exclaims, “So good to see you again.”

  “You too, Christine,” Marc replies leaning in to kiss her cheek.

  She looks over at me. “Who’s your friend?”

  “This is Jay.”

  “Well, it’s nice to meet you, Jay,” she says with a smile. “Please, come in.”

  I’m not the only one who doesn’t tell clients my real name, but Marc and Troy use their real first names. Nico is short for Nicholas, and I’m not sure if Kade is his real name or not.

  She opens the door wider and we walk in after her. There are a few candles lit, and some soft music playing from somewhere. I notice there are a few bottles of champagne on the table, and one looks more than half empty. Walking back to the table, she refills her glass.

  “Care for some, guys?” she asks.

  “No thank you,” Marc and I answer simultaneously.

  “Christine, you look gorgeous tonight,” Marc says to her.

  It’s only then that I pay attention to what she’s wearing. Obviously Marc is playing the part, because I find nothing gorgeous about a cream colored, floor length night gown. It’s plain and less than flattering, but you can’t say that to her.

  “Thank you, Marc,” she says happily, running a hand down the dress.

  Christine isn’t a bad looking woman, though. She’s got bright red lipstick on to match her nails, and although I’m not usually a fan of red lipstick, it looks good on her. She has nice sized tits from what I can tell, and has a little extra meat on her bones. Nothing wrong with that.

  Cutting to the chase, I ask, “What are you wanting to do tonight, Christine?”

  She blushes a little and walks over to the bed. “Come sit with me.”

  Marc and I join her on the bed. We’re sitting at the foot with her in between us.

  “I’ve never done this before. What I’m about to ask anyway. I’ve always been curious, and the last time I was with Marc, he made me feel so comfortable, so I figured why not.”

  I smile at her, waiting for her to continue.

  “I’d like to be with both of you…at the same time.” Her face flushes, and I can tell she’s embarrassed to admit her fantasy. A lot of people usually are.

  Marc looks over at me, probably trying to gauge my reaction, but I don’t have one. I assumed that’s what it was, and it’s not like I haven’t done it before. I’m pretty sure Marc has as well, but I don’t really know how he feels about it.

  “We can do that,” I reply, rubbing my hand up and down on her back.

  “Okay, I don’t really know how to go about it. I mean, like who goes where and when.”

  I let out a small laugh. “Don’t worry about all that, we’ll work it out.”

  “I’m going to use the restroom. I’ll be right back.”

  She hurries off. I understand her drinking almost a full bottle of champagne now. Nerves.

  “Hey, man. You sure you’re okay with this?” Marc asks.

  “Yeah. It’s not really like I have a choice. This is my job,” I say jokingly.

  “I know. I just didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable. We’ve never done this together before.”

  He looks kind of nervous, which is strange, because Marc is always pretty confident.

  “Are you okay with this? Have you had a threesome with another guy before?”

  “Kind of, but we didn’t both fuck the chick at the same time. She wanted us both, but wanted to fuck me while the other guy watched and vice versa.”

  “Oh. Well, it’ll be alright, man. We wo
n’t be doin’ each other so don’t freak out about it,” I laugh. “Unless you’re just worried I’ll out shine you.”

  “Please,” he laughs.

  The door opens and Christine comes out no longer wearing her granny night gown. Now she has on a corset type thing that barely covers her ass and pantyhose. She looks much better this way. Her curvy body is on full display.

  She walks over and stands between Marc and me. Facing him, she begins taking off his clothes starting with his pants. While she pries the button apart, Marc takes his vest and shirt off. Once she’s got his pants undone, she pulls both his jeans and briefs down. Turning to me, she runs her red nails down my chest. Once she reaches the hem, she lifts my T-shirt up, and I have to help her get it over my head. She then starts undoing my pants and tugging them down.

  Both Marc and myself are now completely undressed, and she drops to her knees. Taking my dick in her hand, she begins stroking it slowly. Her head turns towards Marc’s cock, and she takes him in her mouth. I hear her moaning around his dick while she pleasures both of us. After a few minutes, she switches, but she doesn’t take me in her mouth right away. She licks my shaft from the tip to the base, getting it slick with her saliva. Finally putting her mouth around my growing cock, she tries her hardest to take me all the way in.

  Using her right hand to stroke while sucking as much of me as she can, she begins moaning and shifting her body more and more. I see her other hand stroking Marc’s dick with such voracity.

  She stops sucking me, and simultaneously jerks Marc and me off. She examines both of us in her small hands while moving them up and down along our length. Marc stumbles forward a little, which causes her to bring our dicks closer together, almost touching. I take that moment to reach down, lift her up and lay her on the bed.

  Squealing in delight, she scoots further up the bed with a playful smile on her face. Marc makes his way around towards her head, and I position myself by her legs. I flip her over onto her hands and knees, and she quickly takes Marc in her mouth. I watch as his dick goes in and out, his hands going for the back of her head.

  I grab a condom from my pants on the floor, slip it on quickly, and as soon as I’m on the bed again, I thrust into her soaking pussy. She screams out, almost gagging on Marc’s dick as the force of me diving into her pushed her forward. I ease out, grab the base of my cock, and tease her by pushing my engorged head into her pussy, and pulling out. I do this several times until I feel her pushing her ass back, trying to get more of me inside of her.

  “You want more, Christine?” I say in a low voice. Continuing my teasing.

  “Mmm, yes!” she pleads from around Marc’s dick.

  “Are you sure you’re ready for it?” I ask.

  She pulls away from Marc and turns her head towards me. “Fuck me!”

  I smile at her, grab onto her hips, and slam into her hard and fast, causing her to yell out. Pounding her pussy with such force is causing her ass to shake, and I’d be lying if I said it didn’t turn me on even more. I’m a sucker for a big ass. The soft flesh is slamming into my lower stomach, and I wonder if she’ll allow one of us to fuck her ass.

  “Is this what you wanted? You like that?” I ask.

  “Oh God yes,” she pants out, her whole body moving as I fuck her hard and fast. Marc stays on his knees in front of her, slowly stroking himself.

  When I pull my dick out, I lie on the bed near Christine. She’s still on her hands and knees, unsure of what to do next.

  “Come ride me, Christine.”

  She begins climbing on top of me, but I stop her.

  “Turn around. I want to see that ass move up and down when you ride this dick.”

  I hear her moan, and she complies immediately. She wraps her hand around my cock, and guides it into her pussy. My hands instantly go to her ass while she begins bouncing up and down on my shaft. I push her forward so I have a better view of my cock disappearing into her heated core.

  Thinking of Marc, and his inability to have much fun with us two in this position, I have her turn around. Pulling her closer to my chest, her ass is now available to Marc. He gets in position behind Christine, and I feel his fingers rub against her pussy, and in turn, touching my dick as it moves in and out of her.

  I pull out a little, and feel his finger slide into her pussy while my dick is still inside. She cries out in pleasure, and I hear a moan come from Marc’s throat. After rubbing her pussy, and lubricating his fingers, he pulls away.

  “I want to fuck your ass, Christine. Is that okay?” he asks.

  She hesitates momentarily, but then gives into her desires and nods her head. Marc begins probing her tight hole, because she tenses up and stops moving. Making sure she’s comfortable, I stop my movements as well, and instead focus on her tits. The outfit she has on exposes her bottom half, because she has no panties on, but the top is tight, and has her boobs pushed up as high as they can go. I begin undoing some of the clasps until I free her big, natural tits. I squeeze them together and take turns sucking on each nipple.

  I hear her take in a sharp breath.

  “That’s it, honey. I promise this will feel good,” Marc says to her. He probably has a finger or two in.

  I peak over her shoulder and see him spit onto her ass, lubing her up more. His hand is moving faster and faster, his fingers able to move in and out easier. Christine has her eyes closed, and her bottom lip in her mouth.

  Marc pulls his fingers out, grabs one of the condoms I pulled out earlier, and slides it on. He’s standing on the bed behind Christine’s ass, and I see him spread her ass cheeks apart, and then guide his cock into her slowly. Her face contorts, and she begins moaning. It feels like forever before Marc pushes himself all the way in.

  We both stay still, allowing her to move first. I feel her begin grinding, and she feels even tighter now.

  “I’m okay,” she breaths out.

  “You sure?” I ask.

  “Yes. It feels fine.”

  Marc begins slowly moving in and out, and I can feel his cock moving along the length of my own. I start thrusting, and Marc and I get into a rhythm. Christine is moaning, cussing, and scratching my chest, but I can tell it’s because she’s enjoying it. We aren’t moving too fast or too hard, but with the pressure of Marc’s dick against mine through her tightly stretched perineum, the feeling is intense. Marc’s eyes are closed and his head is thrown back, I’m sure it’s even more intense for him, being in her tight asshole.

  She begins moving more, feeling more comfortable and enjoying the feeling of two dicks in her at once. Marc’s eyes open, and he briefly looks at me, before holding on to her waist and plunging faster into her ass. Christine goes rigid.

  “Oh fuck. Fuck. Oh God, It feels so good, don’t stop. Yes.”

  She continues mumbling for only a few more seconds before exploding all over my dick with a loud scream. I hear Marc grunt and see the muscles in his arm flex.

  “Shit, I’m gonna come,” he says.

  I feel Christine’s pussy constricting around my dick, her juices coating me, causing her to slide up and down easier. Marc forces himself into her ass harder, then stops moving and I feel his dick throbbing while he comes. With all the intensity and pressure on my dick, I come a few seconds later, hard and loud.

  A few hours later, I’m sitting on my couch trying to find something to watch on TV. I scroll through several channels before deciding to just put it on a sports recap show. A little while later, as I’m starting to fall asleep on the couch, my phone starts ringing.

  “Hello?”

  “Hey man,” Troy’s voice says from the other end.

  “What’s up?” I ask, stifling a yawn.

  “Not much. Were you sleeping?”

  “Nah, it’s all good. What’s goin’ on?”

  “Well, I just got off the phone with Marc. He was talking about the opening. What did you have in mind for it?” Troy asks.

  “Ah man. I don’t know. What you got?”

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nbsp; “Shit. You know I don’t plan shit like this. I’m just the brains behind it all.”

  I laugh. “Whatever, man. You ain’t the only one with a degree. Anyway, when are we thinking this is gonna happen?”

  “I talked to the contractors earlier, and they gave me the estimate of about two months.”

  “Damn. That’s sooner than I thought.”

  “Yeah. They puttin’ in work.”

  “Okay. Well, I have an idea. I’ll talk to Marc and let him know.”

  “Sounds good. I’ll talk to you later.”

  “Okay, cool.”

  After I hang up with Troy, I give Marc a call to discuss the opening of our business. It’s been a long time coming, and I couldn’t be more excited about this new path I’ve carved into my life.

  It’s been almost two weeks since I’ve had the best sex of my life. I thought fucking him would settle a craving, and I’d be good to go for a while. Instead, it awakened a sexual beast that I had living inside of me. It’s all I think about now.

  Sex.

  I want it.

  I need it.

  I fantasize about Jace and his huge hands doing wonderful things to my body. I can still remember the way his tongue felt as he slid it into my pussy, and the warmth of his mouth as his lips encircled my clit. I was sore for days. My entire body ached from the pounding he gave me. I’ve used my fingers and my vibrator, and neither one will do. I crave his body like a pregnant woman craves pickles and ice cream.

  How can I tell him that I want to use his body for my own pleasure? What would I even say to him? I’ve never had to chase after a guy. I haven’t asked anybody out on a date, haven’t initiated the first kiss, and certainly haven’t asked anybody if they want to be fuck buddies. I just can’t do that. Plus, I have no idea how to get ahold of him. I only know where he lives, and I definitely won’t be showing up to his suite like some sort of stalker psycho.

  I groan and force myself to get out of bed. Before I make it to the bathroom, my phone vibrates on my nightstand. It’s Em.

  “Hello?”

  “Wake up, we have plans,” she says excitedly.