‘It is if you want me to suck that ginormous thing I can feel poking my backside,’ I retorted and he burst out laughing. I smiled, he had a very sexy laugh. There again it seemed Logan Steele had a very sexy everything.
‘So how about I show you how I like it, then I’ll return the favour. By the time I’m done, you’ll be wet enough to take me again.’
‘Ok,’ I gulped.
Encore Une Fois
Logan
I carried her back to the bedroom as she flopped against my chest in a post orgasmic haze. That had been the most incredible hour or so, I don’t think I’d ever forget the feel of her tongue and lips tasting me for the first time, or the look in her eyes as I’d flooded her virgin mouth and she’d spluttered. She’d done well for a first time, though could only take me about half way down, if I had time with her I could teach her to take me all the way, to deep throat me. There was so much more I’d love to have done with her, but our time was limited. She’d been a bit embarrassed when I’d lain her down on the sofa and had lifted one leg up and put it over my shoulder as I’d looked at her swollen flesh, still tender from my attentions earlier, but it wasn’t long before she was thrusting herself into my face and grasping my hair to keep me attached to her. I’d given her some multiple orgasms that had led to her stumbling as we’d gotten up. Mind you it was nearly two a.m. I was used to working nights and taking advantage of a morning or afternoon nap. Having to stay awake all night after heavy sexual escapades was why I limited the number of bookings a month. I had to conserve some energy to make sure I performed at my best.
I lay her on the bed and covered her with a blanket and sat stroking her hair as she fell asleep again. I watched her for a while, her lips slightly parting as she gently breathed, she may have lost her virginity tonight, but she still had that aura of purity about her. She was the perfect fit for this movie, sexy without realising it. I felt myself bristle as I thought of her co-star having his hands on her body, kissing her, seeing her bare breasts and had to remind myself that we were nothing. I was sure under normal circumstances we could be something, I mean I’d never reacted like this, not even with Lucy, my ex. Plus I’d finally felt that thing, that surge of energy that sizzled my skin every time we touched. I left her sleeping and went to get some water and a banana then dropped to the floor and did a hundred push ups, then crunches and planks, before standing up and flexing my muscles. I made an impulsive decision and texted James to say he wasn’t required in the morning. I was going to drive her home, I wanted every last second with her if this was our first and last meeting. I heard a noise from the direction of the bedroom and walked in to see her padding out of the bathroom, yawning and stretching. Still looking sexy as hell, bare legged in my shirt.
‘Sorry, I’m so sleepy, I’ve been working so hard lately and you make me so relaxed,’ she smiled.
‘Well you’d better wake up and fast, we have more studying to do.’
‘What did you have in mind?’
‘Too tired for a repeat performance of earlier?’
‘No,’ she grinned as her face lit up. ‘I’d happily do that with you all the time.’
‘Would you now?’ I laughed, wishing we could. ‘Still want soft and tender or are you up for a little more?’
‘Again I ask, what did you have in mind?’ she replied coyly as she looked up at me through her long lashes, hitting me right in the chest with a surge of feeling for her.
‘Trust me not to hurt you?’
‘Yes,’ she replied, quietly.
‘How about I just show you and you tell me if it’s too much, nothing kinky, no restraints, just you and me.’
‘Try me, I’m a quick study,’ she volunteered. I strode towards her, grabbed the edges of my designer shirt and ripped it open, buttons scattering as they spilled across the floor, exposing her gorgeous full pert breasts with their big pink nipples. She gasped as I gripped them and squeezed as I walked her back against the wall and kissed her fiercely.
‘I need to fuck you Summer, I can’t let you walk out that door in the morning without having fucked you.’
‘We fucked earlier,’ she panted between the thrashing of our tongues as she gripped the back of my shoulder blades, her short nails denting my flesh.
‘That wasn’t fucking, that was soft and gentle. I’ll dial it back, but I need more, tell me I can have it, tell me I can have you,’ I groaned as I let go of her breasts and unbuttoned my jeans, shoving them down to my hips. The desperation radiating off me.
‘What if you hurt me?’
‘It will sting to start,’ I nodded as I cloaked myself again, ‘but that amazing high you had earlier will seem insignificant compared to what you’re about to feel.’
‘It really gets better than that?’ she gasped. I yanked her back against my body and kneaded her naked full backside as I kissed and bit her neck.
‘O Summer, you have no idea the heights I could take you to. If your sex potential were Everest, earlier we barely made it to the start of the climb, let alone base camp or the summit.’
‘Take me part of the way then,’ she breathed in my ear as she kissed my neck in return and reached up to wrap her arms around my neck.
‘Just say the word if it’s too much,’ I whispered in her ear as I grabbed her and lifted her up onto my hips and backed her against the wall. I heard her let out a startled gasp. ‘Sex in a bed is a way overrated pastime,’ I grinned before taking her mouth again in a crushing embrace, and hooked my hands under her knees to encourage her to wrap her legs around my waist. I decided hard and fast was the best way to reacclimatise her with my own dizzying peak, and dove into her soft fleshy warm folds and felt her whole body tremble as she screamed. ‘O God baby, you’re so damn hot.’
‘Logan,’ she panted. I kissed her before I pulled back and thrust into her again. She winced and gritted her teeth.
‘Quit?’ I tested, praying she wouldn’t say yes.
‘No,’ she mewled, with an edge of determination in her voice. I tested her capacity with some slow forceful thrusts and when I heard her whimper and felt her hips move slight towards mine, I took it as a green light and started powering into her as I buried my face in her neck, kissing and nibbling. I felt her hands reach up to tug on my hair as she let out one cry after another, interspersed with my name. I longed for it to be my real name that she called out, but if this was as good as I got with her then so be it. I stepped closer to the wall, angling myself into her deeper and she screamed my name and started quaking with a powerful orgasm, her muscles nearly milking me to completion. I gritted my teeth, I was determined to drag this out, to enjoy her as much as I could, she’d be too sore when she woke up after this session to try again. The thought that it was my last time with her spurred me on, I reached up and clasped her face, resting my forehead on hers as I powered into her over and over, always varying the speed, force and angle to make sure she had as much pleasure as possible.
‘Summer, you’re incredible,’ I groaned as I sealed my mouth over hers to squash her moans. Our tongues duelled with an intensity I’d never experienced and I had to focus on something other than her to stop myself from coming when I felt her fall to pieces around me again, sobbing tears of joy into my mouth. I made myself think of Camilla Domville, my last client, who I’d had to fake it with for most of the night, but even that didn’t dampen my desire for the delicious woman wrapped around me now. I held her tightly as I turned towards the bed and we fell onto it, our hands clutching and needy as we grabbed at each other and I continued to fuck her like a man on death row. When she shattered for the third time, she juddered that violently I was worried she’d break something, not least my cock. I roared her name as my resolve to make this last failed me, and I had the most intense ejaculation during penetrative sex that I’d ever had. We both lay panting and damp in each other’s arms and when her eyes finally refocused, I smiled at her. ‘How was that?’
‘Tell me we just reached the peak, because it surel
y can’t get any better than that?’
‘For me I sincerely doubt it, but for you, we’ve not even reached base camp one.’
‘O shit,’ she sighed. ‘Then it’s good I’m trying to be careful with my money. If I booked you again, you’d probably kill me.’
‘Maybe it is a good thing,’ I sighed sadly, and kissed her.
The Hardest Goodbye
Logan
I cursed in the morning when I woke up, with Summer draped across my body. I never slept while I was working, I’d just felt so relaxed and content as she lay in my arms I must have drifted off. It really was good that we weren’t going to see each other again, she was going to completely ruin my professionalism with too many more nights. I checked my watch, it was already quarter to nine and nine-thirty was the latest I stayed with them. I sighed, if I didn’t get her up and out now, I’d end up fucking her raw for the rest of the day. I took one last look at her sleeping on me, kissed her forehead and carefully climbed out from under her, giving her a pillow to hold instead. I had a quick shower and shave, then dressed in fresh underwear, jeans and a shirt I’d left hanging in the wardrobe and lay out another set of new white lace underwear I’d kept for her here, packing her green used ones in the empty box for her to take home, and went to wake her up.
‘Morning,’ I smiled as she lazily opened her eyes.
‘I don’t do mornings,’ she sighed. ‘Can we sleep a bit longer?’
‘I need to get you home.’
‘We can’t do some more lessons first?’ she asked, looking at me as she bit her thumb nail.
‘No, because you’ll be hurting this morning. Would you like some breakfast?’
‘What do you have?’
‘Coco Pops, a milky coffee with one sugar and a croissant.’
‘How do you know these things?’ she gasped looking at me wide eyed. I smoothed her hair away from her face, kissed her forehead and headed out before I was tempted to take her up on her lessons request. How the fuck was I going to watch her walk away from me, when something inside me was screaming at me to never let her go or I’d regret it forever?
Summer
I winced as I cleaned myself in the shower, Logan was right, I was sore. I couldn’t comprehend how he could fuck any harder, or for longer, than he had last night. I washed and dried my hair and found a note next to the toiletries in the bathroom, saying that they were for me to take home in the designer metal train case with folding out compartments. He really was something else. When I found the new white La Perla underwear he’d left out on the bed, next to the box containing my used green set, I felt tears welling up. How would any man ever compare after a woman had been with Logan? I felt my stomach twist at the thought that not only would I never see him again, but that he’d be repeating the entire evening with another woman very soon, maybe even tonight. ‘It was always about losing your virginity and giving you some confidence, Summer Beresford,’ I told myself as I shrugged on my dress, which he’d thoughtfully hung in the wardrobe for me sometime last night. I pulled on my heels and headed out, without makeup, to see him sitting at the dining table, drinking coffee. I shook off my melancholy and went to join him.
I was surprised when he’d settled me into a gunmetal BMW i8, I’d thought he was bringing me down for his driver to take me home. I ran my hand over the interior of the car, it was gorgeous and super sexy, Logan to a T. I just prayed that Mum and Dad wouldn’t be sitting in the lounge looking out of the window waiting for me, how the hell would I explain this? I could feel some tension emanating off Logan as he drove, he didn’t even ask where I lived, not that it surprised me, he seemed to know pretty much everything about me. I wondered if I’d done or said something wrong, if anything it should be me that was tense, I didn’t exactly live in the nicest part of London and he was all rich and flash. I don’t know why it bothered me, but I didn’t want him to look down on me. I tried not to look at him as he was driving, he had on a pair of mirrored aviator sunglasses and with his hands on the wheel of a seriously sexy car, he just exuded masculinity and raw sexual charisma. How had I never felt this way about a guy before?
The journey went faster than I’d have liked and he expertly pulled into a space at the end of my road, thankfully a few doors away from my house. I was sure the throttled roar of his engine, along with me, dressed up like this at this time in the morning, would be enough to have all the neighbours twitching their net curtains and gossiping. He took off his sunglasses and tucked them into the top pocket of his jacket, then came and helped me out of the car. He surprised me by holding my hand, lacing our fingers together, and walking me to my front door. I suddenly felt tearful, I’d just had the most incredible and intimate night of my life and I was never going to see him again, I was surprised at how hurt I felt about it. He let go of my hand as I placed my bags on the floor, then clasped my face between his, forcing me to look up at him, but all I could see in the reflection of his grey eyes was my blue ones.
‘I know you probably won’t believe me, but I really had the most amazing night with you, Summer Beresford.’
‘I had an amazing time too, thank you so much for … everything,’ I nodded as I bit the inside of my mouth trying to stem the tears.
‘You’re welcome. Thank you for trusting me to take care of you. Just promise me that you’ll take care of yourself, don’t let anyone take advantage of you and work your arse off, you can do this role, you were born to do this role.’
‘You were born to do yours, Logan,’ I replied with a sad smile and reached up and palmed the side of his face. ‘I’ll never forget how special you made me feel.’ I tiptoed up to kiss his cheek and heard him inhale sharply.
‘I’ll never forget you,’ he replied quietly, seeming so sincere it made my stomach do that funny flip flop. He kissed me on the forehead, put his sunglasses back on then spun on his heels and walked away. I stood on the doorstep and watched him as some tears rolled down my face, part of me willing him to turn around and look at me, to let me know that I hadn’t just been another client to him, that he’d felt a connection to me, like I’d felt to him. I was still waiting for the sign as his expensive car roared past, his determined face fixed firmly on the road ahead. I leaned back against the brick porch wall and covered my face with my hands, wondering if all his women felt like this the morning after. I shook myself off, I couldn’t have any regrets, I’d got to meet the infamous Logan Steele, to lose my virginity to him, to experience at least some of his charms and skills, even if it was just for the night. He was just doing his job, making me feel everything I’d asked him to, I was nothing to him, but he was the man who’d put me in touch with my sexuality, who’d made me trust again. Escort or not, Logan Steele was going to be a tough act to top for any man.
Client Evaluation
Logan
I couldn’t speak to her in the car, for once I was lost for words, I had absolutely no idea what to say to her. Last night had been the most incredible night of my life, I’d felt more connected to a virtual stranger than any of my previous girlfriends. Besides, it wasn’t like she’d believe me if I told her that I was falling for her, that I’d love to see her on a personal level. She’d never believe me, let alone trust me. Hell, why was I even thinking about it? She wouldn’t even want me, what woman would when she knew what my career had been for so long? What woman would trust a guy with my damn history and reputation? I was the master of fucking deception with some clients, like Camilla Domville. I could win a damn Oscar for some of the sexual roles I’d played over the years, yet in this moment, as I looked over at her as I drove, my glasses masking the sly glances at her perfect face, I realised the only person I was deceiving was myself. I’d always imagined finding a nice girl, instead of years of playing the field, that we’d get married, settle down and have kids, then I’d gone and lost my job as manager of a new build firm that went under and thought I’d try this escort lark as a bit of fun to earn some money while I looked for another job.
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p; I’d never expected to do so well at it, or what money could be made from it, let alone that I’d still be doing it four years later. It had set me up with a very secure financial future already. I liked my designer clothes and flash car, eating in expensive restaurants and having an expensive wharf house apartment in Limehouse docks, an up and coming trendy area of London. Who was I kidding? I wasn’t the settling down kind of guy, I wasn’t the kind of guy that a sweet woman like Summer should be with. The closer we got to her house, the heavier my heart felt, I knew if I dropped her at that door and walked away I was fully committing to my life as I knew it for good. If I couldn’t take a risk on her, on someone who’d made me feel for the first time in years, who I’d relaxed with and let see a glimpse of the real me, then who could I settle down with? While I did what I did, I was never going to meet anyone other than clients. And no client in their right mind would think of settling down with a supposedly reformed male prostitute.
I parked the car and got out, removing my glasses and tucking them in the top pocket of my jacket as I held out my hand to help her up, trying desperately not to look at her sexy legs as she climbed out, then her backside as she wriggled her hips and tugged down her dress with her free hand, before grabbing her clutch bag, underwear bag and new cosmetics case. We walked silently to her front door and I watched a neighbour peeking out from behind her nets at us. It wasn’t a particularly affluent area, which only made me feel even more protective over her. Damn it, I felt so conflicted. I took a deep breath as we stood in her porch and she put her things down on the front door mat and I clasped her face as she straightened up.
‘I know you probably won’t believe me, but I really had the most amazing night with you, Summer Beresford,’ I sighed, speaking completely from the heart for once.
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