Obviously. She licked her lips.
“Look, we’re just talking. No harm, no foul. I’m not like the guys you hear about that go around hustling women. Women call and ask for my company. The guys you have to worry about hang out on the streets and try to hustle you into a cheap hotel and all those Hollywood sleazy clichés you hear and see on television. I’m perfectly content to sit here and talk. I’ll be honest though, and tell you I find you absolutely beautiful. Taking you and giving you pleasure would make me feel like a man should feel. And I would treat you the way a woman should be treated by a man.” He turned and motioned to the bartender.
It was good he didn’t keep looking at her because she was struggling not to have an orgasm sitting on the barstool. “I’ve never, um, you know, paid for sex before. How does that work?”
He smiled at that, a playful smile lighting his face and changing him from a professional escort to a warm and delightful man. “Well, how would you pay for someone to be your lover and do anything you want for you?”
“I’m not sure.” She thought about it for a moment or two. “Do you pay by the stroke? I know my ex-boyfriend would only make about twenty bucks a night then go to sleep.”
“We could do that, but you’re a very sexy woman. It might run about two thousand dollars if you paid me that way.”
Janice bit her lip and clenched her thighs tight. “Damn, there’s a thought. But be honest. How does this work?”
“I guess it depends. It depends on the woman, the way I feel. Looking at you I can picture us doing things that would make other women jealous. The kind of night you only read about in books. Pleasure so intense that you can’t even catch your breath, let alone find the strength to stop the unbridled ecstasy you feel.”
“Oh, you’re good.”
Chapter Three
Janice stepped inside and tossed her keys and handbag on the small table by the door.
“As you can see…”
Her voice went quiet as his lips touched her neck. She rolled her eyes back when his hands slid up her belly to cup under her breasts.
Hot breath blew in her ear when he gently nibbled and licked her lobes. The tingling quickly shot through her body to between her thighs. Whatever he was doing, it definitely was working. Definitely!
His hands touched everyplace all at once.
She tried to open her eyes, but they fluttered as he pressed against her pelvis, forcing her tightly against him. She felt his groin with her ass and the hardened shape nestled between her cheeks. His body felt rigid and tight with the muscles flexing. They were melting together as they stood in silence. She reached her arm up and behind his head while he kissed and sucked at the back of her neck. This was her heaven.
“Should we…”
Again she was cut short as he spun her around with his strong hands around her waist. Now she faced him and his quiet demeanor accentuated her arousal. The mysterious man was staring hungrily at her with one thought in his mind. And she knew what it was.
She frantically tugged at his shirt, almost ripping it loose. He grabbed her shoulders and forced her against the wall in the narrow hallway. With a thud she lost her breath and he smothered her mouth with his lips and his viperous tongue as they kissed. His hands groped at her body, tense with anticipation.
He reached around and cupped her ass in his hand and squeezed it. With a quick tug he peeled her panties down. She wiggled her legs and the wet fabric fell around her ankles. Stepping out of them, she felt the urge to spread her legs apart.
He kept kissing her. Passion and lust filled their embrace. There was no what if between them. It was just a matter of when. Janice was so hot and turned on that she didn’t care what this beautiful slab of beefcake did as long as he fucked her.
His strong arms forced her back against the wall again, and he dropped to his knees in front of her. She grabbed a thick tuft of his hair and shivered as he pushed her skirt up. He grabbed the back of one thigh and pulled her leg over his shoulder. Janice’s eyes rolled back when his mouth began rubbing between her legs. His wicked tongue danced around her slippery pussy, and she ached to feel it pierce the inner sanctum.
With a shriek she felt his tongue enter her. With precision he found her clitoris and seemed focused on devouring the juices that flowed from inside her.
Janice’s hand tugged at his hair. Her other hand was braced against the wall to keep her balance. Her eyes glanced skyward, then closed as he sucked and licked her pussy. She felt weak-kneed when the first wave of her orgasm crashed over her. He continued to suck and growl, all the while eating her out like it was his last meal.
Her body felt limp and relaxed. Warmth flowed through her veins and along her inner thigh. He stood and his large frame rested against hers, pushing her against the wall. Her hand instinctively reached down to his crotch and she moaned when she found her prize. He was definitely worth the wait.
She unfastened his pants and undid the zipper, releasing the hulking beast from its captivity. Her hand wrapped around his cock and as they kissed she stroked the length in her hand. She wanted to feel him inside her, swelling and pushing in and out of her needy pussy over and over. It had been so long since she had such desire for a man in her heart. The inner need to feel a man take her was overwhelming.
Her hand held onto her prize, and she led him to the bedroom. She knew what she wanted and knew how she wanted it.
She freed his cock from her grasp and smiled. He was so handsome. Janice pulled at his shirt and took it off of him. Her hands wiped across his broad chest like paintbrushes. She leaned in and kissed his muscles ever so softly. He moaned as her tongue played with his tight nipples.
“Damn, you are so fine,” she said in a low, seductive voice.
Walking to the side of the bed, she slid the straps from her dress off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor, feeling any apprehension drop with it. She knew she wasn’t a supermodel-looking type or someone that made men drool and ogle her. But she was a woman, a strongly sensual woman in need of a man to satisfy this craving she had.
She stood naked and unashamed of what she was doing on this night. A one-night stand was never her way, but she wanted to fuck this man like a whore. To do all the taboo things she’d read about in those trashy S.L. Carpenter books.
Tugging the blankets back, she slid into the bed. Her gaze never left his. Licking her lips, she lay back and slipped her hand between her legs, toying with the opening of her pussy, watching his reaction. Her want, her desire, her passion were all begging to be unleashed.
Janice glanced down at his cock, growing as she played with herself. He stepped back and dug a condom from his pocket.
She stared as he slipped it on. She felt the hot juices trickle along her fingertips. Her appetite was for what he was going to give her, passion, lust and a good, long fuck. Everything was all pent up and in desperate need of being released.
“It’s been a long time for me. I don’t know… I…”
His mouth found her tightly erect nipple and suckled at it. He couldn’t have known how hot it made her. She always loved her little buds toyed with but not pinched and pulled on like they were pimples that needed squeezed.
Was this wrong to have a single night of unbound sex with a stranger? Did this make her a slut? Was it a sign of desperation?
When he took her hand and lowered it to feel his hardened cock she knew.
Oh fuck the doubts—I need this!
She tugged at him a little and clawed at his back as he climbed over her and hovered until she felt him pressing against her pussy. With a slow downward thrust he entered her. The inner walls of her pussy adjusted to him, but she wanted more. Her hands grabbed his ass and pulled him to her and she arched up, eager to feel all of him inside her.
With a whimper she wrapped her arms around his back and squeezed tightly. She gasped for a moment as his weight pressed against her.
It was perfect.
Aaron wiped beads of sweat from
his brow. He was breathing heavily, and his legs were feeling the strain of plunging himself into her over and over. The slapping sound of their flesh echoed in the room. Her muffled groans of pleasure were his sign of impending climax.
He grimaced as he held back, and the walls of her pussy began to spasm around his cock. He groaned loudly, burying himself as deep as possible within her. Her body lifted from the bed in response to his thrust. He was afraid the condom would burst from the power of the volcano erupting from his loins.
“Damn, I’ve been holding that in. Oh shit, you have no idea… Whew, you’re…fucking incredible.” He pulled himself free and plopped down next to her.
Janice lay limply on the rumpled sheets, the wetness between her legs gleaming in the low light. He thought he saw the sheen of tears in her eyes.
“I know I’m paying you, but it feels so good to be desired and wanted like this. It’s been a long time since I, well, since I was properly fucked.” She laughed and blinked away the hint of moisture.
“It’s my pleasure. You shouldn’t have a problem with men. You’re sexy. You seem like a powerful woman. You don’t have buck teeth or armpit hair.” He smiled at her. “Of course, your legs need a good close shave…”
She looked back at Aaron uncertainly. “So now what?”
“That’s up to you. What would you like?”
“Honestly…can you just stay here tonight? I don’t want to be alone.” She rolled to the edge of the bed and dug into her purse, then placed his money on the nightstand. “It’s okay if you don’t. I’ll understand.”
For a brief moment Aaron’s brain played ping-pong with the request. Should he take the money and run or stay the night spooning with a sexy woman. Choices, choices. It was a little out of the ordinary to stay all night with a new client. He’d stay with regulars if invited, but this seemed different.
Reaching over Janice, he turned the light off and curled up behind her. He could feel her warmth radiating from her soft skin and he pulled her into his body, enjoying the sensation and the fragrance of her hair.
She sighed. “Thank you. This isn’t like me to act like this—take a stranger home. Let alone a male escort. I just needed—I don’t know. I just needed to feel this way.”
He pulled her hair from her cheek and eased her closer.
“Um, Aaron?”
“Yes?”
“Are you planning to poke me in the back with that sticky condom all night?”
He chuckled. “Well, he kinda has a mind of his own, but I’ll talk to him.”
“I have a feeling we’re not going to get much sleep.”
Aaron woke up to the sound of something buzzing. It would erupt and buzz then drift away. He started to laugh quietly when he realized it was Janice snoring.
She was lying beside him on her back, breathing deeply. He looked at her and set his head on the pillow. She looked so peaceful, except for the recurring rumble from her nasal cavity. Her hair was messy but natural, her scent all funky and warm.
Maybe this was something he could get used to. Waking up next to someone in the morning and not having to make excuses or lies about other arrangements. This was a different kind of reality.
He got gently out of bed, not wanting to wake her, and headed for the bathroom to take a shower. He figured the hot water would wake him up and bring him back to his real world.
A few minutes later, Janice lifted her head from the pillow and mumbled something about being late for work. She sat up and yawned. The slimy taste in her mouth reminded her of eating a slug or something disgustingly gross. She could imagine her breath smelling like something had climbed into her mouth and died. Breathing into her palm and sniffing it answered her question as she got queasy.
A pang of sadness struck her as she looked at Aaron’s empty pillow. Last night had been a hell of a lot of fun and her sore thighs were a reminder of the wild adventure. Her bladder reminded her she needed to pee, and she stumbled toward the bathroom, opening the door to the low sounds of a moose mating call.
It was actually Aaron singing.
The bright lights made her squint as she tried to focus on the shadowed figure in the shower. As she sat peeing, she tried to see Aaron through the tinted glass. Damn this guy has a big… The loud moose calls continued until she was done and flushed the toilet.
The moose call quickly changed to a squeal. Ahhaaaaaah.
Aaron popped his head out of the shower and turned off the water. “I see you’re trying to get a look at me naked. Is there really anything you didn’t see or feel last night?”
“Shit, I’m sorry. I’m not awake. Haven’t had my three cups of coffee yet.” She was still blinking in an attempt to clear her brain of cobwebs. “You want some eggs? I saw some in the fridge when I got here.”
“Sure. Let me get dried off here and dressed.” He dropped the towel and stood naked in front of Janice. “Unless you want to dry me off yourself?”
“Umm, uh, you want sausage with your breakfast?” She couldn’t stop herself staring at his cock.
“No, do you?”
She grinned. “Maybe. How do you want your eggs?”
“Just like my women, over easy.”
Heading for the kitchen, Janice was on autopilot. Without her caffine blast she couldn’t be expected to do anything that needed her to think. She inhaled her first cup of coffee and realized her brain was starting to function again. Nerve endings kicked in and she could feel the soreness of muscles that hadn’t gotten a workout like that in a long time. She could feel the pleasurable ache between her legs from the hours of sex the night before. Her jaw was sore from kissing, the tongue dances and straining as she was moaning and climaxing over and over.
She looked down and saw the eggs in the pan like two breasts and her nipples ached for his mouth to suckle them again. The sausage she’d found in the fridge was glistening in the heat and it reminded her of how his cock had shone with the slick juices from inside her as she’d ridden it to paradise.
She was surprised at herself. For a woman who was all business as usual, it wasn’t like her to get wet with the desire to turn the stove off and go fuck Aaron again until she passed out. She looked up and clenched her legs tightly together as he appeared out of the bedroom, pulling a shirt over his tightly rippled chest and abdomen.
Oh shit. She stood dumbfounded and had an egg dangling from the spatula. Yeah, I gotta get some more of that. Soon.
Chapter Four
Aaron paused and pulled the remnants of an eggshell from his mouth. “Hmm. Different. Crunchy eggs.”
“I’m sorry. I don’t cook much. The eggs started out over easy but ended up scrambled.” Janice sat at the table with her oversized T-shirt drooping over her shoulder. Her legs were pulled up against her chest, and she quietly sipped on her cup of coffee.
“I appreciate it. Besides, it’s the thought that counts. So tell me a little about yourself.” He sat eating, casually taking a sliver of shell from his mouth every now and then.
She shrugged. “There’s nothing much to tell. Typical story. Never married. Been engaged though. Work is my life, and relationships take a back seat these days. Most people say I’m overly driven to succeed. I just call it achieving my goal.”
She took a sip of coffee and continued. “This trip is a vacation from all that. It started out differently since it was going to be a getaway with my boyfriend. But here I am, alone, and the trip ended up as a solo vacation.” She paused, noticing Aaron was actually listening and paying attention to what she was saying.
“Please go on. I’m listening.”
“That’s just it. You are listening. I’m not used to that.”
“My mom taught me well. Besides, how can I expect you to listen to the things I say if I don’t show you the same courtesy?”
She nodded. “Makes sense. Well, this trip, I planned it a long time back and Mr. Perfect ended up being a douche bag.” She paused a moment. “I don’t know why I’m rambling on like this. I
guess having a man actually listen to me is odd.”
“Hey…hearing you talking is really nice. I don’t get to do this a lot. I’m always running around, making appointments, trying to get caught up in my overly busy life. Either that or someone is telling me to leave, or just kicking me out because they are done with me. It’s nice to share some downtime and hear about other people for a change.”
“It must be difficult at times for you.”
Aaron shrugged. “Sometimes I meet some really interesting people, powerful people. I go to some of the finest places. It’s not always about sex—sometimes I’m just an escort and go places with women to be a companion, arm candy, or to make their girlfriends jealous. Those times are fun. I hold and snuggle close to an older woman and make her feel all giddy because their friends are wide-eyed and gasping, and can’t believe she’s with a younger guy.”
“You’re bad.” Janice chuckled. “That’s kind of cruel, but it does sound like fun for the woman.”
“It’s not all fun though. I do get paid for sex. Sometimes it’s not such a pleasure. I hate when husbands pay for me to fuck their wife and they watch. It’s demeaning and loses all intimacy when a guy is yelling at me to fuck her ass harder or to be rough. I guess people live through others. I don’t know.” Aaron paused and looked at Janice. “I apologize. I’m in a great mood and talking about this isn’t what I should be doing. Please forgive me.”
Her smile said it all. “No worries. It’s what you do. I don’t judge people like that. We do what we have to do. I love and hate my job too. It’s just a different place.”
“You really are a breath of fresh air, Janice. Thanks for listening.”
“So are you going to do the standard operating procedure of men and make an excuse to leave? Did you get your money?”
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