Living in Sin (The Escort Series)

by Lucero, Isabel

  “Yeah. It sounds like it’s gonna be a good story,” he says with a smile.

  “Okay, well while she’s trying to ride him, I’m sitting on his face, and then she starts complaining about how it’s too big or hurts too much and she can’t do it right. So his dick goes soft, and she doesn’t want to blow him, so I get down there to do it, while she takes my old spot. Once he’s hard again, I get on top of him and ride him. Me and her are pretty much face to face, but she doesn’t want to touch me or have me touch her, so it was weird. After a while, she just leaves.”

  “Wait, she just left the room? In the middle of sex?”

  “Yep. Come to find out later, she liked the guy and just wanted to have sex with him, and that was her only shot. She was mad that he and I were doing it better, I guess. I don’t know. It was wack.”

  Jace starts cracking up.

  “Hey, don’t laugh at my terrible sex stories!” I frown.

  “I’m sorry, I’m just picturing it. I can’t believe she up and left like that.”

  “I’m sure even you have embarrassing sex stories,” I say.

  “Oh, you have no idea. I’m sure I’d take the cake.”

  “Are you going to share?”

  “No. I think I’m good.”

  “Come on!” I say as I shove him. “After my embarrassing threesome story, you’re not gonna share one?”

  He looks up and to the side like he’s trying to figure out which one he wants to share.

  “Do you really have that many to choose from?” I ask.

  His head comes down and he shoots me a serious look. “Like I said, you have no idea.” He takes a sip of his drink and then a small smile plays on his lips. “Well, there was this one girl I was with that wanted to be tied up while we had sex. I’m all good with that, so I tied her hands to the headboard and her feet to the footboard. She was really excited about it, wanting to touch me, but not being able to. Everything was going fine until right when she was about to come. All of a sudden she yelled, ‘Wait, stop!’ so of course, panicking, thinking I hurt her or something, I pull out and back away. I ask her what’s wrong and she asks to be untied, so I start undoing the binds, then I hear it…the sound of her peeing on the bed.”

  My eyebrows shoot up and my hand goes to my mouth. “Oh my gosh!”

  “Yeah. She peed herself, and the bed. I’m just glad I wasn’t still inside her when that happened.”

  I begin laughing hysterically. Once I get going, it’s hard to stop. So I laugh until I have tears running down my face.

  “I’m sorry. That’s too funny. It’s not too embarrassing for you though. If I were her, I’d be mortified! I’m assuming you never saw her again?”

  “No, I’m sure she didn’t want to face me after that. It reeked of piss in that room.”

  “I don’t blame her,” I say with a laugh.

  “Can I ask you a personal question?” he asks.

  “Okay,” I reply slowly, worried what the question might be.

  “Why haven’t you tried anal?”

  “Uhh. I don’t know. My ex talked about it doing it, but he’d come in two minutes anyway, so there was never enough time to try. Sorry, that’s probably TMI.”

  Jace laughs. “That guy sounds like a winner.”

  I roll my eyes. “Oh yeah.”

  “So, that means you’re willing to try it?” he asks.

  My eyes widen and I’m sure there’s panic all over my face.

  “What?” he asks, laughing.

  “I don’t know if I could try with you! I mean, you know…I might die.”

  He barks out a deep laugh. “I wouldn’t let you die. Well, maybe feel like you’ve died and gone to heaven,” he says with a playful smirk.

  “Oh please,” I laugh.

  All of a sudden Jace is standing up and grabs my hand to stand me up with him.

  “Adrienne, I never want to hurt you. I only want to make you feel good.”

  His right hand sweeps hair away from my face and his left hand caresses my cheek before grazing the side of my neck.

  “Can I make you feel good, Adrienne?”

  Unable to find words, I nod my head in response. He dips down and takes my face in between his hands. His tongue brushes against my lips, parting them, and then he gives me a deep, passionate kiss. Our tongues collide; one of my hands goes to the back of his head and the other to his back, pressing him closer to me. I feel like I can’t get enough of him. I need him closer, on me, in me, everywhere. I just need him. My moans and pants become louder as we continue the kiss, and he sucks my tongue into his mouth. I reach for his shirt, trying to tear it off of him. In one quick movement, he lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his waist. He walks through the house, barely breaking his mouth from mine.

  When we arrive in his bedroom, I slide down his body until my feet hit the floor. He undoes the back of my dress and it falls gently to the floor. I’m instantly left in my white lacey bra and panties and silver heels. He throws his blazer off and onto the floor; he doesn’t bother with the buttons on his shirt, as he rips it open and throws it next to the blazer. As he finishes taking his clothes off, I stand there and enjoy the show. When he turns to grab a condom from his nightstand, I catch the black wings tattooed across his shoulder blades, moving with every muscle that flexes.

  He turns and stalks towards me with lust-filled eyes. Grabbing my hand, he leads me to the floor- to-ceiling window that takes up one whole wall. Turning me to face the window, he spreads my legs apart and I place my hands on the window. I hear a low rumbling sound come from his throat. I turn my head and look over my shoulder to see him watching me. He rips the condom package open and stretches it over his hard length.

  “Turn around,” he demands as his body reaches mine.

  I do as I’m told. I feel the warmth of his body on my back; his hand reaches around and rests on my lower stomach. He pulls me into him and then takes both my wrists in his other hand and raises them above my head on the window.

  “Don’t move,” he growls.

  I leave my hands together stretched above my head, resting against the window. I feel his hands run down my sides until he reaches my panties. Slowly, he pulls them down my legs, and I step out of them. He unhooks my strapless bra and lets it fall to the floor.

  Once again, he’s at my back, his mouth is at my neck, licking and nibbling until he reaches my earlobe. I feel his fingers slide across my wet folds before inserting two fingers. My head goes back and rests on his shoulder.

  “You like that?” he asks.

  “Mmm,” is my only reply.

  He removes his fingers and I groan in protest, but I’m instantly treated to his thick cock being thrust inside me instead. I yell out in surprise and my hands come down. He grips them again in one hand and pins them to the window while he fucks me from behind. I’m slightly bent over, giving him easier access. He lets my hands go before turning me around, pushing my back against the window.

  He lifts my right leg up and my foot rests on his shoulder while he enters me. Holding my hips to keep me balanced, he pumps into me in a steady rhythm. I look down and watch his impressive length move in and out. Moving slightly, he causes my leg to drop, but he quickly picks me up and my legs drape over his forearms, while his hands rest under my ass. He fucks me standing up, impaling me onto his dick over and over again. I scream, I cuss, and my nails dig into his shoulders. I’ve never been more turned on.

  Jace carries me to the bed and puts me down while still inside of me. He stays on his knees while my feet are planted on the bed, and thrusts into me slowly. His dick finds my g-spot while his fingers play with my clit. Within minutes, and with a guttural scream, I come all over him.

  “That’s it, baby,” he whispers gruffly.

  He slides his dick out, and spreads the wetness all over my pussy with his fingers. Thrusting two fingers inside, and then running them up to my clit, he quickly gets me ready for another orgasm. My pussy is so fucking wet, and I can feel it
pulsating around his fingers. Suddenly, I feel his fingers drop lower..and lower.

  He brings them back up and inserts them into my soaking wet pussy, and then drops them back down to my ass. Looking up at me, the question is in his eyes. He’s asking if it’s okay to go there. I give a slight nod and he instantly spreads my legs wider and drops to his stomach. His face is in between my legs and I feel the warmth of his tongue slide over me.

  “Oh shit!” I exclaim.

  His tongue dips into my pussy before he licks my other opening. I gasp and grip the covers in my fists. Such a foreign feeling, but so good at the same time. He pokes and prods with both his fingers and tongue, getting me wet and ready. Jace moves momentarily, reaching into the end table and retrieves some lube. He squeezes some into his hand, massaging it onto his finger and my ass.

  He sits up on his knees again and ever so slowly slides one finger into my ass. I clench on instinct.

  “Relax, baby, I’m not gonna hurt you. I promise. Just relax.”

  I try to relax. I take a deep breath and feel his finger go in deeper. His tongue is on my clit, moving in circles. I moan in pleasure as his finger fully makes its way in. Continuing to lick my pussy, his finger begins its journey out, and then back in. Before I know it, he has a steady rhythm going. It doesn’t hurt. It actually feels really, really good. But I know this is nothing compared to his dick.

  After a few more minutes of him fingering my ass, and licking my pussy, I get the overwhelming urge of needing more. I need it harder and faster. I just need more. The pressure is building, but I want more.

  “Fuck me now,” I pant.

  “You sure?”

  “Yes, yes! Please. I want to feel you inside me.”

  He retracts his fingers, and positions himself before me. He’s sure to rub more of my own juices over my ass before attempting to slide in. As soon as I feel his head try to enter, I clench. He leans over me and looks into my eyes.

  “Baby, we can stop anytime you want. I promise to be gentle. Okay?”

  I nod and he kisses my lips. Staying over me, he caresses my face with one hand while his other hand guides him in. My hands go to his hips, ready to push him back if I need to. Slowly and as gently as possible, he enters me. Just the tip at first. I grunt and squeeze him, and he stops, giving me time to adjust. I feel him push into me further and my eyes squeeze shut as I bite on my lip. He squeezes more lube onto himself, and a little more slides in. My grip tightens on his hips, and he pauses again. I can feel a burning sensation, and momentarily, I think that I won’t be able to go on. I almost feel like I’m going to rip in half. With a few more gentle pushes, I’m stretched around him.

  He pulls out a little, and then pushes back in. With every small thrust, I feel it sliding in easier. Thank God for lube. After what seems like ten minutes, it doesn’t hurt as bad. It’s not the most comfortable feeling, but I’m not dying. As long as he keeps his thrusts slow and gentle, I’ll be fine.

  “You okay?” he asks, his face right next to mine.

  “Yeah,” I breathe.

  Moving onto his knees again, he makes small and deliberate movements. His fingers go to my pussy and I feel him in both places now. The pressure is intense, but it’s starting to feel good. I don’t know if it’s the alcohol in my system or what, but I decide I want to be on top. I feel like I have more control that way. He flips us over carefully without ever pulling out. I’m afraid if he did take it out completely, I wouldn’t want to have him put it back in.

  I move up and down, allowing his dick to stretch me open. With my hands on his stomach, I grind down on him.

  “Oh fuck,” he growls. “Your ass feels so good, baby. It’s so fucking tight.”

  I groan in response. His fingers find my clit as I continue to move up and down. With pressure building once again, I quicken my movements, grinding on him a little faster. Grinding is better than lifting myself up and down on him, I’ve found out. His fingers work diligently to help me along.

  “Oh, oh, oh. Fuck, Jace! I’m about to…I’m about to come,” I yell as the waves roll over me

  “Let me feel it, baby. Come for me.”

  With another throaty scream, one that’s for sure going to have my throat hurting later, I come. I come by him fucking me in the ass, and it was amazing.

  After the few minutes it takes for me to catch my breath, and allow him to pull out, I flop over onto my back. He changes out condoms, and then drives into my pussy hard and fast. His dick feels extra hard, and I know it won’t be long before he reaches his climax. Five minutes later, it’s his turn to yell out as he comes.

  Best. Sex. Ever.

  When I wake up I feel an arm wrapped around my waist. I turn slightly and see Adrienne curled up behind me. A smile plays on my lips as I look at her. Last night after I went to the bathroom to clean up, she had fallen asleep in the bed. When I returned to the bedroom, I crawled into the bed next to her and fell asleep, too.

  This is the first time a woman has ever stayed the night at my house. I’ve never invited or even wanted a woman to stay over. She fell asleep and I didn’t think twice about it. Sometime in the middle of the night she must have woken up because she is now wearing the shirt I was wearing last night.

  I move as slowly and quietly as possible as to not wake her up, and make my way to the bathroom so I can pee and brush my teeth. When I get back to the bed, she begins stirring. I watch her as she stretches her arms above her head. Her eyes slowly pop open and she looks around, looking confused at first. Then she spots me.

  “Morning, gorgeous.”

  She gives me a shy smile. “I doubt I’m very gorgeous right now. Can I use your bathroom? Oh, and do you have an extra toothbrush I can use?”

  “You’re always gorgeous to me, and of course you can. If you look in the cabinet in the middle, there should be some things you can use. I buy a few of everything at a time, so there’s toothbrushes and toothpaste there for you.”

  “Thanks,” she says as she climbs out of bed and walks around the bed to the bathroom.

  While she’s in there, I throw on some gray and black flannel pants and one of my sleeveless workout shirts. I walk to the kitchen and start making breakfast. Ten minutes later, Adrienne finds her way to the kitchen.

  “You cook?” she asks, sounding shocked.

  With a laugh, I respond. “Yeah. What? You think men can’t cook?”

  She shakes her head and smiles. “Well, I’ve never met one that did.”

  “Now you have,” I say with a smile. “The eggs and bacon are done, and these pancakes will be finished soon. I have coffee brewing and orange juice in the fridge.”

  With a smile, she hops onto a stool at the breakfast bar. “What don’t you do?”

  “Oh, I’m sure there’s something. Actually, this is the first time I’ve cooked for somebody else. I always only cook for myself, so hopefully you like my cooking. If not, pretend you do,” I say with a wink.

  “I always assumed single guys just ate out all the time. It’s good that you know how to cook.”

  “If I ate out all the time, I probably wouldn’t be able to afford this house. I eat a lot.”

  She laughs. “Yeah, well we don’t want you losing this place. It’s amazing.”

  “Well, I’m sure I’ll sell it sometime and buy an actual house, with a yard and all that.”

  She looks surprised by that response, but doesn’t say anything. I place all the food on the bar and we dig in.

  “Thanks for breakfast. That was really sweet of you.”

  “Sweet? Am I gonna need to prove my manliness to you?” I joke.

  “I think you did that last night,” she answers with a sly smile.

  “Well, I’m always down to prove it to you, if that’s what proves it.”

  She only smiles and continues eating. I wish I could continue making her smile, but I know I’m about to make that smile go away. I’m just hoping it’s not for good. I keep telling myself that this is a good thing. I h
ave to tell her the truth. She needs to know everything, and then we’ll be able to move forward. I know she’s somebody I want to try to be in a serious relationship with, but I know that can’t happen as long as I’m keeping something from her that’s been me for so long.

  “Adrienne, remember last night when I said that…”

  The phone interrupts me. “One sec.”

  I jog over to my cell. “Hello?”

  “Jace! What the fuck, man? I tried calling you a million times last night. Where the fuck you been?”

  “Man, I’ve been minding my own business. Where the fuck you been? You’re the one who keeps disappearing,” I reply to Troy. I say that, knowing damn well he’s been sneaking off to go see Emilie, but not saying anything about it.

  “Whatever,” he says, deflecting. “We got the opening next weekend and since Marc is finally back in town from his trip with that client, we all need to get together and have a pre-celebration since we’ll be busy and stressed as fuck opening night.”

  “Alright, that sounds good to me. Where and when?”

  “Tonight, but let me talk to Marc first and then I’ll tell you time and place.”

  “Okay, cool. I’m bringing Adrienne if she’s free.”

  “Oh. You think Emilie will come, then?”

  “Maybe. Why?” I say through a grin.

  “Just curious. Talk to you later, man.”

  I laugh as I hang up and walk back to Adrienne.

  “What’s so funny?” she asks.

  “Troy. He still hasn’t told me about him and Emilie meeting up, but I can tell he’s feelin’ her. He asked if she would be coming tonight.”

  “Tonight?” she asks with a furrowed brow.

  “Oh yeah. You’re coming with me tonight,” I say with a smile.

  “Oh I am? And where am I going with you?”

  “I don’t know yet. Troy wants to celebrate the opening of the club, before the opening of the club, since he says we’ll be busy and stressed out.”

  “You probably will be, but okay. I can’t stay out too late though. I do have work tomorrow.”