Rent Me By The Hour

by Leslie Harmison

  My alarm started buzzing and I look dazed and confused. Me not being a morning person, I do my mummy walk into Jordan’s room. He was already up; he’s brushing his teeth and dressed.

  “I’m ready mom.” With a big smile on his face.

  “Yes. I see.” I’m still trying to get my eyes used to the light.

  He marches downstairs to the kitchen and fixes himself a bowl of cereal. While I’m making a pot of coffee, my phone rings again. It’s probably Matt telling me they’re on their way. I answer without checking who it is.

  Goosebumps cover my body when I hear Jeremiah’s raspy voice through the other end, “Good morning sweetheart.”

  “Good morning. You’re up early.”

  “So are you.”

  “I have to get Jordan ready for his fishing escapade.”

  “Tell him I said hi, to have fun, and be ready for next Saturday, because we’re going to catch the biggest fish.”

  I raise my eyebrows at Jordan when I noticed he’s watching me as I’m on the phone. “Ok I will.”

  “I’ll see you later. Have a good day”

  “Ok you too. Bye.”

  As I hang up, Jordan questions, “Mom who’s that?”

  “Jeremiah. He told me to tell you have hi, have fun, and be ready for Saturday because the two you of guys will catch the biggest fish.”

  With a smile on his face, “That will be so awesome mom.”

  “I know.” I’m just going along with Jordan’s excitement. “Now hurry and eat your breakfast because they’ll be here soon.

  When Matt, Rick, and Patrick arrived, I hand Matt Jordan’s gear that I bought from Academy yesterday. Matt narrows his eyes at me, “You know he will be alright right?”

  “Yes I know. But you know me. Miss Over Too Protective.”

  Matt and Rick both chuckles, “Yes you are.”

  I hand Matt cash. It takes about three hundred dollars to fill up my thirty four feet Wellcraft Coastal boat. It has a comfortable cabin. Since the guys stay out so late into the evening, Jordan and Patrick can sleep on the full and twin beds.

  “I stocked the food pantry and fridge so all you would need to buy is ice for the fish you guys catch.”

  “Will do.” Matt salutes me like I’m the captain.

  After Rick and Matt managed to hitch my big boat trailer into ball mount, I give Jordan a kiss on the top of his head and he squeezes me for a hug. I hope he’ll be alright. I know he’s in good hands but sometimes I still worry. After I tug on his backpack straps he jumps into Matt’s truck. I wave my goodbye and head back to bed since Jocelyn is still asleep. As I try to go back to bed, all I could think of is Jeremiah. Lying there thinking of him causes my lower stomach to ache. I pull my dildo from my side drawer and turned it on blast. I need that strong vibration between my legs. I slowly caress my clit with the tip of the dildo. The hard vibrating tip alone can make me come. I pause for a second just to stop myself from already coming. I start again. I insert the whole dildo inside me thinking of how sexy he looked yesterday. Him lifting the bales of hay; the way his muscles flexed ripping through his shirt. And thinking of how sweaty he was made me come violently on my dildo. The spasms between my legs made my back arch like a cat with the tips of my toes barely touching my bed. I really needed that. All I’ve thought about was him to the point where I was thinking straight.

  I wash my dildo, dry it, and hide it back inside my night stand. My clit still tingles and aches yearning for the real thing. He needs to be inside me. I want to feel how he feels and see what he will do to make sure I am satisfied. Thinking of the things he might do turns me on again. I force myself to control the throbbing sensation that creeps from my clit to my stomach but I can’t. I touch myself and I’m slippery. Sticking a finger inside me I flinch at how sensitive I am inside. With my other hand I rub my breast; pulling and tugging softly then hard then softly again. One hand merrily roams in my clit and in between while the other hand massages my breast. The thought of Jeremiah licking his lips, flexing his muscles, and talking with that sexy raspy voice gets me more excited. The moment I am about to climax, my cellphone rights. Dammit, that ruined it.

  “Hello.” I’m gasping for air.

  “Sweetheart are you playing with yourself? “Fuck you sound so sexy.”

  It’s Jeremiah and I’m so embarrassed, “No.”

  “Yes you are. Please continue and let me listen to you.”

  “I wasn’t playing with myself.”

  “Jacquelyn yes you were and I hope you were thinking of my while you were touching yourself.”

  “I was. I mean I wasn’t touching myself.”

  “Please continue. I want to hear you. Stick two fingers inside. Deep inside. Are you wet?’

  “Yes.” Moaning to his instructions.

  “Yes baby. Rub your clit for me. That’s it. Let me hear you. Fuck Jacquelyn you sound so fucking sexy right now. Dammit I wish I didn’t have to work today. I would be over there right now. Keep touching yourself baby. Rub your clit hard and faster. That’s it. Keep moaning. Let me hear you.”

  “Oh Jeremiah.” I sigh louder.

  “Yes baby. Come for me. Let me hear you come.” With his demand I climax on my fingers. “How did that feel?”

  “Inc incredible.” I’m trying to catch my breathe.

  “Baby I can’t wait to see you later.”

  When we hang up, I wash my fingers, and then check my business phone. There are no missed calls. Its seven thirty and I decide to get at least an hour of sleep before Jocelyn wakes up.

  Around nine, Jocelyn climbs on my bed. “Mommy are you up?”

  “I am now.” I get up slowly rubbing my eyes, “What’s wrong baby?”

  “Nothing’s wrong.” She lies next to me, “When are we getting our nails done?”

  “After we eat breakfast and get ready.”

  “Well you don’t think we should get up now mommy.”

  “Yes smarty pants.”

  After we eat breakfast and get ready we head to Cool Nail Spa. Jocelyn loves getting her nails done here because they have a kiddie chair specifically for little girls who want to get pampered just like their mothers. Jeremiah calls again but I ignore him. I need this quality time with my daughter. While she sits next to me and we’re getting our nails done we talk about school, cheerleading, spending a night with Stephanie, then about Jeremiah.

  “Mom do you think he likes spending time with us?”

  “I know he does. He would be crazy not to.”

  “I think he does. And I think he really likes you.”

  “What? Why do you say that?”

  “I don’t know. I just hope he does.”

  “Why do you hope he likes me baby?”

  She stays quiet and doesn’t answer me. She doesn’t have to tell me. I already know her and Jordan also wishes he would be the one who plays that fatherly role. It’s been awhile since a male showed them the attention they needed. The attention a father usually shows their kids. And last night Jordan and Jocelyn felt the love their father always displayed through Jeremiah’s actions. I call Victoria and Cynthia to let them know we will be done in fifteen minutes.

  We meet up at a local barbeque joint. Jocelyn shows off her beautifully done nails to Stephanie. They remind me so much like me and my best friends. Though it’s been a week since they’ve seen each other, they pick up their conversations right where they left off. After we order, Jocelyn excitedly explains to Stephanie our excursion with Jeremiah yesterday making Victoria and Cynthia intrigued for more details. They glance over at me waiting for me to spill the beans, but I tilt my head over to Jocelyn. I do not want to discuss anything between Jeremiah and me in front of my kid. The suspense is killing them because they know they have to wait till we are alone to hear everything and most likely it will be Friday during our lunch date. My cell phone rings and its Jeremiah again. My nosey friends want me to answer and I wink at them to kill their hopes. Right then and there it dawned on me. Victoria’s of
fice does the STD check-ups for our customers so she has to know Jeremiah is a client. My heart starts beating fast. I glance at her and she gives me the kindest and loving look. What a true friend. She isn’t going to judge me for anything I do or plan on doing. My eyes start to burn and I softly whisper I love you to her. She winks then nods and says she loves me back.

  After we eat, I hand Jocelyn her backpack, give her a big kiss and hug, and head home. I decide to call Jeremiah back so he won’t feel like I’m ignoring him.

  “Hello sweetheart.”

  “Hey. Are you on your way to Baytown?”

  “I’m stuck in a meeting. I’ll be there later.”

  I remain quiet for a minute. How did I know? “Oh ok.” I’m so disappointed. I had hopes of seeing him.

  “I’ll call you later ok.”

  Disappointed, “Alright.” I hang up. What am I going to do now? I guess I can rent a movie and make it a date night with Mufasa and Mulan. I head home and to my surprise, Jeremiah is leaning against his car in an Italian ensemble. He really knows how to dress. My heart palpitates as I pull closer to him. My crooked smile can’t hide my excitement. As I put my car in park, he opens my door, and with sexual frustration he yanks me out and lifts me off the ground while he embraces me.

  “Do you know how difficult it is to keep my hard on down in a meeting? All I could think about was how fucking sexy you are.” He gives me a peck, “By the way, I love your nails.”

  He noticed, “Do I turn you on?” I lick my lips as I reach down and grab his thickness.

  “You have no idea.”

  My legs are wrapped around him as he holds my ass with both hands. I grip his caramel waves in my palms lightly pulling as he squeezes my butt when our tongues intertwine. As our tongues stroke he grabs my behind firmer so I tug on his hair tighter. We stand in my yard for five minutes sensually kissing.

  “Give me your house keys.”

  Still in his arms, he opens the door, and Mufasa and Mulan runs out. He closes the door behind us, locks it, and takes me upstairs to my room with me still in his arms. He gently lays me on my bed. He hovers over me. His bright blue eyes sears through me. I can feel his heart beating fast. I copy him as he licks his lips and his dimples form. I rub my thumb over one of his dimples. He angles himself so our lips touch. Delicately he licks my ears causing me to shiver. Before he trails down to my neck with his lips, he softly whispers something in my ear which evokes me to bite my bottom lip. He lifts my tank top above my head and with one snap, he removes my bra. He examines me like he’s the sculptor and I’m the art. I can never get enough watching him lick his lips. I think I can come every time he does it. He pecks my man made breast with his luscious rim. The sucking vibration against my nipples feels incredible. Me moaning builds the kindle between us. He carefully massages one breast while he engulfs on the other. He unbuttons my shorts removing it with one swift move leaving my panty on. He still has on his three button suit while I am down to my panties. Tenderly leaving wet paths from my stomach to my breast, back to my stomach, then to the contour lining of my inner thigh. Teasing me he skips the crease between my legs and kisses my other thigh. As I cry for him, he nibbles on my lower stomach. He continues to rib my cleft. He wants me to beg.

  He removes my panty worshiping my aperture, “What do you want me to do sweetheart?” His lustful voice begs me to guide him where I want his head.

  I corral his head between my legs and the second he traces my groove my juices explode in his mouth. He savors my nectar and licks every drop. His tongue wedges between my lips and my back arches like a cat. As he gets deeper I grind my clit against his upper lip. With a flickering I convulse in his mouth again. Lightly brushing my fluids with the strongest muscle on his body, I pull on my bed sheets. All those times I’ve imagined him tasting me and now he’s here right satisfying my needs. Giving my tender spot time to heal, he gets off the bed, and removes his suit. All I remember in the hotel was the silhouette of his dick through his boxers. As he removes his boxers and drops it on the floor, my assumptions of him is true. He is well endowed. He pulls a foil wrapper from his wallet and slips it on his oversized cock. He gravitates over me whispering the same words in my ear. Trying not to hurt me with his solid shaft he conscientiously glides inside my hot cavity.

  “Oh Jeremiah,” I purr, “You feel so good.”

  I mimic his pelvis accepting him wholly even though it aches my interior. It’s a good pain. Our rhythmic movement is so celestial. Caught up in his euphoria I’m floating away. Our essence exchanges as our tongues knead.

  His jaw sharpens as I cry for him, “Oh Jeremiah.” Begging, “Please baby.”

  “What sweetheart? Tell me what you want me to do!”

  “You’re hurting me.” I pray.

  He rests, “Sweetheart do you want me to stop? I do not want to hurt you.”

  Scratching his back I hum, “Oh baby don’t stop. I like the pain.” I fix at his beautiful face features and glom his head forcing him to kiss me. Without hesitation he impels his tongue with mine and thrusts himself in my orifice. He claws on my ass pulling me closer to his pelvis while his protrusion buries me. As we passionately kiss, my center bellows on his iron rod releasing secretion.

  He’s satisfied that he made me come three times already, “Yes baby. That’s it. Let yourself go.” He starts fucking me faster and harder, then he stops, “God dammit.” He pulls out.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “The damn condom broke and I only had one.”

  Watching how he looked at me. The passion he displays makes me do the unthinkable. I cup his face with my hands, pull him to kiss me, remove the torn condom, and guide him to continue. His bulge implodes my secret area. As our juices stir inside me, he fervidly makes me moan even louder.

  “Baby I’m about to come.” Jeremiah trying to catch his breathe. “Tell me what you want me to do baby.”

  I warmly whisper, “Come inside me baby.” And just like that he erupts in my uterus. He affectionately kisses me softly on my lips and I return the words he whispered in my ears earlier, “I love you too.”

  He studies my tangible feelings and while inside me he continues to stroke my passage way with his scepter, “You know I really mean it right? I really do love you. I feel in love with you when.”

  I place my finger over his mouth and pulled him closer to my lips. Our first time having sex was wonderful and I didn’t want him to accidentally say something that will ruin it. I didn’t think it was possible to really love someone that fast, but I did and with the ambience he portrays, together our passion is deep. Gazing at me he licks his lips and attends to his craft pleasuring me. He slowly and softly cocks himself inside my chamber making sure the pain he is giving me feels good. Lifting me off the bed with one arm he positions me over his lap. I straddle him staring down at this beautiful man who loves me. One arm pulls my butt hammering my clit over his shaft while the other massages my breast as he imbibes my nipples in his mouth. The harder he sucked, the harder I fucked him. Pounding his pole upwards inside me, my stomach throbs at the pleasurable pain. He grabs my neck directing me to his lips. I claw his face with my fingers forcing my tongue into his mouth. The pulsing sensation on his dick causes me come and he echoes along with me. I stay sited over him while he implodes everything he has in my cell.

  Gently brushing is finger tips across my back, he whispers, “I love you Jacquelyn.”

  Smiling so in love, I sigh the same words to him. Once we managed to pull away from each other, I got dressed as he watched me naked on my bed. Such a magnificent sight. He could pose for Playgirl or some other nude magazine.

  “Did you bring clothes or are you going to wear that suit all day?”

  “I brought extra clothes but it’s in my car. I wouldn’t feel right walking around your house naked?”

  Without thinking, I ask him something very disturbing, “Do you need a robe?”

  Swallowing the lump in his throat. “No.”

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nbsp; I can sense his discomfort thoughts. At Elite our ladies are trained to provide a robe for our naked clients so they wouldn’t be walking around the place with their rear ends showing. But how did he know that if all he did was outcalls? I offer, “If you give me your keys, I can go get it for you.”

  He gets off the bed and hands me his keys. I slip into my flip-flops and head outside. Mufasa and Mulan are still roaming the yard. I glance at Jeremiah’s car, and it is stunning. It’s armored down to the license plate. Who needs this much protection? What’s his stature that he requires his license plate to be bulletproof? I really need Cynthia to do a background check on him. I know it’s probably creepy that I’m going to do it. But if he wants to continue being around us, I need to know more about him. I’m kind of scared to get near his car. The car gleams as the sun bounces of the glossy black paint. His car is humongous and the tires come up to my chest. It looks like a limousine in here. The leather bucket seats are trimmed with white stitching. The four seats in the back recline facing each other. There’s an entertainment console in the middle equipped with individual video game systems for each seat. On each side of the SUV hang two forty-two inch flat screen televisions. My kids loved riding in here yesterday. I tippy toe as I try to reach for his duffle bag in the trunk.