Hush, Hush

by Franco, Lucia

  After my girl day with Natalie, I did some serious soul-searching and finally let the negative views I was holding onto dissolve. Separating my feelings between Aubrey and becoming Valentina was key. Once I did that, the stigma that came with the job wasn't nearly as bad.

  I kept the jobs to a minimum during the weekdays. Between homework, Pilates, and the new clients, I was busy enough, but I wasn't stressed like I normally was either.

  I was also smoking more weed to sleep at night, but that was another story.

  The jobs I had lined up each weekend weren't bad—quick blowies, some kinky sex that could actually be fun if I wasn't focusing on trying to please the client, and of course a few questionable fetishes that made my skin crawl. I was adjusting, and while I felt guilty for that, I was also relieved.

  The next text I got from Christine said I needed to wear red lingerie, and that I would meet my client at Sanctuary Cove. Since I didn't own any, I went after class and bought a spicy little one-piece that made me feel sexy the minute I pulled on the lace. I loved it so much I bought one in black too.

  I add loose waves to my hair for a sultry look while I wait for the Percocet to kick in but skip on the vodka. The rooms are stocked with alcohol, so I’ll pour a glass as soon as I get there, then wait in the shadows for my next victim to arrive.

  I kid.

  * * *

  I’m about to take another deep sip when the door flies open, and I jump as the man bursts into the room. A breath hitches in my throat as I take in his height and build. I tip the glass to my lips and take a long, deep drink as anticipation swirls in my belly. A grin I know he can't see curls my lips.

  James.

  I guess he wasn't a test John after all.

  My body glows with craving at the sight of him. I'm warm from head to toe, tingly and hungry for this man I thought I might not ever see again. He makes my heart pound just being in the same vicinity as him. He's so much older than me, experienced, yet he's buying my time and paying me for sexual acts.

  Our eyes meet, his gaze fierce like he’s had a demanding day. He rips off his suit jacket and throws it on the lounge chair, then rolls up his sleeves to reveal the stunning colors that decorates one of his arms.

  James walks past me to the bar near the window, his steps wide with aggression. I can taste it pouring out of him, and I lick my lips, eager for more. He stops in front of the bar, the blinds half-mast, and pours himself a tall glass of what I assume is cognac. Shades of darkness slice across his large body as he downs it while staring at me the entire time. I gulp hard, feeling the blood rush through my veins. I can't break my gaze from his.

  "Take the coat off, Valentina," he orders, his voice rough and brass. It sends a shiver down my spine and I tell myself to block it out, but it's too hard. I love his voice.

  I watch as he pours another glass, the liquid splashing up the sides. His heated eyes take in the length of my body while I unbuckle my belt and remove my coat. I drop it to the back of the chair I was sitting in to reveal the shamelessly tempting piece of lace I paired with black strappy heels that lace up my calves.

  His eyes flicker with appreciation and I revel in knowing he likes what he sees. A seductive smile tips my lips and he notices. I don't deny that I'm pretty. I have great breasts, and in this ridiculously expensive ensemble, they're lush and supple and his eyes are focused on them. I look like a sex vixen.

  Swallowing hard, I like too much of what I see from him.

  James slams his glass to the table and advances on me. He eats up the ground in a few steps with his long strides. My heart jumps, and I take a nervous step back.

  He gives his head a firm shake. "No. Don't walk away from me," he says, and I freeze. My heart races in anticipation from his demand.

  James palms the back of my head with one hand and grabs my ass cheek with the other, then slams his mouth to mine in a brutal kiss. The taste of cognac on his lips provoke me, leaving little bites of heat in its trail. He doesn't ask, he just takes like he has a right.

  His demanding passion ignites something hidden within me and I kiss him back, wrapping my tongue around his and stroking him deeply, showing him just how good I could be. James growls and I feel the vibration against my chest, his fingers digging into me. I'm forced to step back as he devours my mouth, tugging on my hair as he consumes me. Yes. I moan into his mouth. I breathe him in and he's everywhere, his hands all over my body like he can't get enough.

  Breaking the kiss, he uses his teeth to tug on my bottom lip without reserve until it pops from his hold. I gasp, feeling it.

  "I've wanted to feel your pretty lips around my cock since the first time I saw you. I want you on your knees and sucking me off until I come inside that sexy mouth of yours," he says, lifting my chin so our eyes meet. "And I want you to swallow every single bit of my cum. Do you understand?"

  My lips part, my breathing labors. He sees it and his eyes lower, become heavy. Wetness seeps from me over his demand and my body reacts with wanting to please him. I want to do exactly what he says.

  "Suck me good, Valentina."

  My insides turn to mush over his order. I nod. I fucking plan to.

  Reaching between us, my body is burning for him as I tug on his belt and undo the button on his dress slacks. Blood flowing, the tension is so thick between us that I know he feels whatever this is, too. He's already hard as I push his pants over his hips and cop a good feel.

  Fuck. I'd love to know what he'd feel like inside of me.

  I can barely fit him in my hand, and I panic for a second wondering how I would actually fit him inside me, assuming that's where this is going to lead tonight. Thank God I’d used the coconut oil trick before I left the apartment.

  James steps out of his pants as I quickly remove his shirt and drop it to the floor. Placing my hands to his wall of a chest, I push him back until he falls into a chair, completely naked with his legs spread wide. His cock is erect between his hips. I allow my gaze to roam his body the way he did mine, taking in every inch of his glorious six-foot-plus height. For fifty-two, he's in incredible shape with the body of a professional football player and the power to snap me in half if I wanted him to.

  This is why I love men—and sex—so much. A man's body is something I can stare at all day and never grow tired of. I think about all the things they're capable of doing to me, the power and strength they wield, and it makes me weak in the knees.

  "Your body, James. Fuck." I sigh, and lick my lips, wondering where the fuck Valentina is because that was totally an Aubrey comment, and this is Aubrey lust oozing out of me.

  I'm about to lower myself to my knees when he stops me. "Get over here," he says low, almost a growl, and I feel it in my bones.

  I'm not really sure where he wants me to go since he's in a chair, so I climb onto his lap and straddle his hips, feeling his erection pressed between us. A rush of pleasure washes over me like hot honey.

  James slips my straps down my shoulders, yanking my top with it. My breasts spill out and he immediately takes a nipple into his mouth and bites down, his sharp teeth sending a shock straight to my core. A gasp escapes me, my mind blanking for a split second. His tongue laps around the hard point and I draw in a pleasure-filled breath.

  Cupping the back of his head, I press him into my chest and rock against his hardness. My hips move painfully slow, like I'm fucking him while giving him a lap dance. He shows the other breast the same attention and then licks my neck, allowing his teeth to pierce my skin.

  God, it feels so good. A sigh rolls off my lips.

  He pulls my hair, exposing my neck as he peppers kisses all the way up to my waiting mouth. We both get lost in each other, as if it's the last time we'll be together again. James's kisses are like foreplay. He's aggressive with his actions, greedy with what he wants and how he'll take it, but skilled enough to know how to give pleasure with finesse and make me melt under his touch.

  I don't have to have sex with James to know he's not a gentle
lover. I also don't have to have sex with James to know it would be the kind of sex I'd like and want more of.

  I break the kiss and slide down his body until my knees meet the plush carpet. Gripping his length in my hand, I twist my wrist a few times up his shaft, then take him into my mouth and go as deep as I can. James’s entire body slackens and leans back, his hips relax.

  I'm about to show him what he missed out on the last time we were together.

  His hand finds the back of my head and I peek up at him. Jaw flexed, there's a thick vein running down his neck that leads to the most gorgeous, intricate set of ink. If we have more time, I'd love to study the rest of them. James looks down at me, his eyes shadowed with hunger. There's something about pleasing a man and seeing him drown in pleasure that shifts something inside of me. I like to see that. It awakens my sexual frenzy and encourages more from me. And with the way James is looking at me, I want to give him so much more.

  Closing my eyes, I focus on stroking his cock with my tongue, sucking him deep as I try to block out the desire climbing inside of me. His hips are shifting back and forth, and his breathing deepens as I pull up with a pop of my mouth and then take him even deeper.

  "Fuck, Val, your mouth." He moans.

  Val. I like that. I suction my mouth as tight as I can and feel him twitch. I squeeze his shaft tightly, twisting, and his thighs flex.

  "Take it all, sweetheart," he orders, and I do, wanting to make him feel good. "That's right, swallow it."

  James starts coming and I take a deep breath, knowing I'm not going to be able to breathe for a few seconds. I go all the way down to swallow and suck at the same time.

  "Holy fuck," he draws out, gritting his teeth as he thrusts his hips into my face.

  Before I have a second to swallow the last drop and wipe my mouth, he's lifting me up and throwing me onto the bed. A gasp gushes from me and James is crawling up my body and kissing my mouth. He drops his weight and my eyes close at the feel of his body on mine. James is strong, big, and the way he dominates me through a kiss consumes my whole body. He grabs my leg and lifts it up, hoisting it over his back. Fingers at my pussy, he slides the lingerie aside and thrusts two inside. I clench around him unexpectedly and moan in utter desire.

  "James," I whisper, holding the back of his neck.

  He's pulling my flesh into his mouth, the fine hair of his beard provoking my senses. My heel digs into the mattress and my hips roll into his fingers.

  "I'm about to fuck you senseless," he rasps against my neck.

  God, his voice, it does things to my heart and makes my body tremble.

  "No condom," he says, but I'm not letting him fuck me raw.

  James pulls away and slides down my body. He climbs off the bed and I watch in confusion as he walks over to a table and pulls open the drawer. He reaches inside and takes out a container and what looks like a band of white feathers. James walks back over to the bed, but my eyes are on his gloriously hard and thick cock.

  I lick my lips. I shouldn't look forward to sex with a client, but with James, I do.

  "Honey dust," he says, and I nod.

  I’ve heard of the sweet powder before, but I’ve never used it.

  James uncaps the container and dabs the bunch of white feathers into it, then leans over my body and softly, gently, tantalizing, he dusts the powder over my shoulders and down my arms. He twists the applicator back and forth over my breasts, coating each one with what smells like raspberries to me.

  "I'm going to lick every inch of your body clean," he says. Goose bumps break out over my sensitive skin and I shiver in anticipation. "Then I'm going to fuck you until you’re filthy with only my cum."

  Yes, I want that so fucking bad.

  Sitting back on his heels, he says, "Spread your legs." My knees widen. "Show me your pussy."

  I reach down and slide the material over my swollen lips. James dabs more powder onto the feathers and then teases my wet pussy with them. I sigh in delight and my back arches as he applies more dust.

  "James," I say, but it's more of a plea. Talk about foreplay.

  "You're fucking dripping," he growls, his eyes swirling with heat and desire, like I'm sure mine are. "I can't wait to be balls deep inside your sweet pussy fucking it up."

  Have mercy.

  James places the feathers and dust on the mattress, capping it so it doesn't spill. I watch the way he moves between my legs and I reach for him to stop, but I'm not quick enough, and before I can say anything, he's licking me through the lace, trying to bite my pussy. He grabs my thighs and holds me tight as if he's holding my hips while he's fucking me. At least that’s how I imagine he would.

  “James, stop,” I say, but a moan escapes me and my back arches.

  His head pops up from between my legs and he almost looks high from indulging in me. “So. Fucking. Good.” Then he’s back down to business.

  I’m so confused with what’s happening and hate my body for reacting. I’m not supposed to respond to his touch like this, like I want him to fuck me senseless, but I do. God, do I ever. I need to quell the desire climbing inside of me. He reaches up and grabs my breast, twisting my nipple so hard it shoots a zing to my clit. I yell out in pleasure and my body reaches for him.

  I sit up and grab his face, forcing him to rear back and get on his knees, and I climb onto his lap. My breasts are pressed to his chest and I kiss the fuck out of his mouth, not caring that I’m a savage about it.

  “Little fuckin’ vixen.” His voice is guttural, fingers digging into my ass as he breaks our kiss. His tongue leaves a wet trail over my neck as he begins licking me clean. “That’s not how this works, sweetheart. Nice try, though.”

  James shoves me back and I fall to the bed. He’s securing my wrists above my head, hovering over me. Eyes glossy, I have a feeling mine probably look that way too. I’m breathing heavily as he says, “You’ve always had control when you fuck, haven’t you?”

  I nod. His cock rubbing against my pussy causes friction with the lace. He drags his swollen head along my wetness and my breasts rise in response. I briefly wonder if I suck his cock if I’ll taste the powder on him. I swallow hard and let out a moan so he knows how much I really am loving this. If I can make him come first, then I can after. Because I need to come and come hard and long.

  “Most of the time a man can’t find a clit. So yes, I have to be in control.”

  He lifts a brow, and smirks. “Stop fucking boys and get yourself a real man.”

  “I’ll put it on my to-do list,” I say, and he chuckles at my response. I’m happy he’s not as angry as he was when he first walked in. “I want to get off too, so I usually do all the work. I don't care, as long as I come."

  We're both breathing heavily, our eyes locked on each other's. I've already said more than I should have, but I couldn't stop myself. If feels natural to talk to him.

  James's head descends and his tongue draws circles over my nipples before moving lower. I want him to take my teddy off so I can feel his tongue on my flesh, but his mouth over the lace is even more seductive and I can see why he left it on. His tongue covers every inch of my body and by the time he reaches my pussy, I'm out of breath and drowning in desire for this man. He licks me over the lace and then moves the material to the side and goes to town on me like he can't get enough.

  "I need you to fuck me already," I admit to him. I don't even recognize my voice.

  His phone makes a sound and James scowls. He climbs off me and I get up on my elbows, watching his backside as he walks away, taking him in. His masculinity seriously turns something on inside of me, and it's not good. In fact, it worries me. I can't fuck up this job, but I can feel myself wanting his mouth back on my body. The desire he rouses inside of me is more than just a craving. It's a fucking need I want to drown in.

  James retrieves his phone from his pants pocket and reads something on the screen while he strokes his cock, squeezing the tip. I watch him, finding the way he plays with himself er
otic. I look down at my blushing chest, my nipples aching—

  "Motherfucking cocksucker!" he yells, then grabs for his pants. He's dressed and out the door faster than I can say what the fuck.

  Twenty-Eight

  I slam into my apartment and call out for Natalie, thankful when she doesn’t reply. I’m still too worked up over what the fuck happened with James at Sanctuary Cove. He left with a hard cock and without a single explanation, and here I am, trying to figure out if I’d just imagined it all.

  Definitely not.

  I rip my Burberry coat from my body and throw it across my bedroom. I didn’t bother changing before leaving Sanctuary. I just grabbed my shit and tore out of there as fast as I could. Nothing screams hooker more than riding home on the subway in a trench coat and stilettos, but I’m too aroused still to give a shit.

  The lace of my teddy presses into my clit and glides over my wet lips like silk. I rub my thighs together and moan under my breath. My body on the edge of bliss and in desperate need of an orgasm. I reach between my legs and find that I'm soaking wet. Drenched.

  Of all the clients I've had so far, none of them have made me feel the way James has. He just has a way about him. The thought of him and his cock make me seep with shameless desire. He's got me so wet, needy, and fucking bothered that all I can think about is him. How he felt. How he would feel inside of me. How his cum tasted on my tongue. I want him to request me again and finish what he started. I'm thoroughly fucked up in the head.

  I spread out on my bed and roll over onto my stomach, pushing my hand between my legs to cup myself. I sigh, loving how wet I feel. I grind my clit into the heel of my hand and bite down on my lip, clenching my legs. I’m so close. My sensitive nipples ache against the material of the lace teddy and my comforter, and I feel the orgasm steadily climbing when a sound catches me off guard.