Hush, Hush

by Franco, Lucia

  Pausing with my hand on my pussy, I listen to the silence, my fingers teasing my lips. Shit. It's my cell phone. I groan inwardly. I can't catch a fucking break.

  I climb off the bed and walk to retrieve it from my dresser where I left it before work. No personal cells allowed when I’m on the job.

  I quickly swipe it open to read the text message.

  Daniel: Hey, pretty girl. Any plans for tonight?

  I smile to myself. He couldn’t have texted at a more perfect time.

  Me: Netflix and chill?

  The reply bubble pops up immediately and my chest tightens with anticipation.

  Daniel: It's like you read my mind. LOL!

  I grin. Of course I can read his mind. It's my fucking job to know what a man wants.

  I tell him to text me his address, then I place my phone back on the dresser and walk to the bathroom to clean myself up. I need a quick rinse in the shower since I can still feel James’s mouth all over me and my pussy.

  Quickly, I turn on the shower and remove the lacy garment, then I tie my hair up into a bun so I don't get it wet.

  Stepping under the hot spray, I revel in it for a moment before I eye the showerhead. I was so close to finishing and still aching for release.

  I shouldn't, but I can't stop myself as I reach for it. Not when James is all I see and feel.

  Placing it between my legs, I aim the stream at my clit and almost fall over from the pleasure that rips through my entire body.

  Yes, this is what I needed.

  "Ahh," I gush, holding myself up against the wall. I wish James was holding the showerhead for me. Between the pressure of the water and the vibration, the visual of James’s mouth on my pussy, the way my tongue felt wrapped around his thick cock, it doesn't take me long to come.

  I have a feeling climaxing with him would be earth-shattering.

  Breathing heavily, I release a sigh and stand upright to finish rinsing off. I could easily go for another orgasm, but Daniel is waiting and I plan to get lucky at his place.

  Hopefully I'll be sated then.

  * * *

  "Hey, Au—"

  Daniel opens the door and I attack his mouth, cutting him off mid-greeting. The door closes behind me and I push him against it, plunging my tongue into his mouth as my hands roam his body.

  "Whoa, hey," he says, trying to slow me down. But he doesn't get far.

  I reach for the hem of his shirt and yank it off him, tossing it to the floor. My hands are back on his stomach, feeling his toned abs.

  Daniel laughs against my mouth, trying to grab my wrists to hold me back. "I don't usually have sex on the first date."

  "Luckily this isn't our first date."

  "Good point," he responds.

  Kissing me back, Daniel threads his fingers through the hair at the nape of my neck, clenching around my loose locks. He tugs, pulling my head back and I feel a jolt of desire to my pussy. I sigh into his mouth. We rip each other's clothes off as we cross the short distance to his bed. For once I'm happy lofts are small.

  I push him down onto his bed and climb over him and meet his gaze. Daniel's eyes are brown, not blue like his. Thank God.

  "I want to ride you," I say, breathing heavier.

  "Whatever you want, sweetheart."

  Don't call me that, I want to tell him, but I don't.

  "Grab my hips and hold me hard. I want you to fight me on this."

  I need the fight. I need to feel bad and work for this.

  "I don't want to hurt you," he says sweetly, and it just annoys me.

  "It's okay. You can." I lean over him.

  He shakes his head.

  "Condom," I say, and he reaches into his nightstand for one.

  I tear the foil packet open with my teeth, and roll the condom down his erection, then I climb on top and sink down on him. My head falls back and my eyes rolls shut. A moan vibrates in the back of my throat as I feel him swell inside me.

  Yes...

  Expelling a deep breath, I lift my hips and look down at James.

  Shit. I mean Daniel.

  I look down at Daniel and take note of his soft eyes. I can tell he wants me, but he's missing the hunger in them that James has, the hunger that just takes me higher. He holds my hips, guiding me up and down his cock, but he's gentle when I asked him not to be. He doesn't squeeze them, and his fingers aren't digging into my flesh the way I want them to, like when James held my legs apart and went down on me.

  I squeeze my eyes shut. Why can't I get James out of my head?

  My body picks up speed and I bounce on him, my heavy breasts moving with me. I'm worked up but I'm not ready to orgasm just yet. Daniel grunts, his body stiffening. He finally grabs my hips the way I want him to and a lazy smile tugs at my lips. I'm getting closer. I glance down, and Daniel is already coming. His head is arched back, exposing the chords in his neck. His chest is flushed with desire and I think about how James is just like this when he's about to unload, the sounds that erupt from his throat and the strength is his body.

  A shot of pleasure goes straight to my clit as I imagine I'm riding James, and I'm finally coming too.

  Only, I'm angry and confused for letting my Valentina side override my Aubrey side, and while I came, it wasn't enough, and I don't feel sexually satisfied. Not even close.

  "Don't move," I say, my voice a little raspy.

  I pull off Daniel and turn around, guiding his cock back into my pussy again within seconds. I don't want to picture James's face while I fuck someone else. I need to focus on my pleasure, as Aubrey.

  "Fuck, babe. This feels too good like this," Daniel says. "Fuck," he says again, drawing the word out.

  I ride him hard and fast, the bliss spiking through me. I like it this way, I can feel his cock at a different angle and it helps me focus on my orgasm. Closing my eyes, I feel another orgasm quickly rising inside of me and reach up to pinch my nipple. I twist it hard and apply pressure, my pussy contracting around his cock from both the pain and the pleasure.

  "Oh, yes," I say, panting. "Fuck me harder, Daniel."

  He does, thank God. He thrusts his hips rough and hard and I finally start feeling the type of pleasure I need to feel sated. My pussy squeezes his hardness as I come on his cock. Daniel lets out a deep moan and he orgasms again as we both fall into a pit of euphoria together.

  Breathing heavily, I stay in place for a few seconds, trying to get ahold of myself. When I feel like I can move again, I climb off Daniel and fall back onto the bed. I watch as he reaches down to remove the condom and drops it to the floor. His cock is glossy with his cum and I want to reach for it to stroke it, to feel it, but I don't.

  "That was the last thing I expected when you walked in," Daniel says, staring up at the ceiling in awe.

  "What did you expect when I said Netflix and chill? For me to read you a book while you braid my hair?"

  Daniel barks out a laugh and turns over onto his side. "I didn't expect you to attack me when you walked in, that's for sure. You were like an animal."

  "Sorry." I blush, feeling a little bad I acted like a raging nymphomaniac, all because of James. What is it about him?

  He reaches over and brushes a lock of hair behind my ear. "Don't be. I like a girl who takes charge."

  I lean over and drop a light peck to his cheek. "I couldn’t help myself. You just looked so cute," I lie. It’s not like I could tell him why I was horny as fuck. I had an itch that needed to be scratched.

  "I like you," he says.

  "Thanks. I hear I'm the life of the party." I smile.

  He gives me a soft kiss to my lips. "I like you," he repeats quietly. "I know we've only been around each other a handful of times, but you've made me happy each time. I want to be around you more."

  A blush climbs over my cheeks and I take in the sincerity of his tone. He’s cute, and not bad in bed. And I really did have a good time with him on our date. He could be good for me. A good balance for my Valentina side. A bit of normalcy. Real

verses fantasy. Can prostitutes be normal?

  "Do you think if I hadn't ordered that coffee that day, would you have talked to me?"

  His thumb grazes my jaw. "Yes. I was drawn to you the moment I walked in. You had this look on your face, like you were deep in concentration and debating life. I knew I had to talk to you and was going to find a way to make it happen."

  "Daniel," I say, a bit embarrassed to know I was being watched. "You know how to make a chick feel good."

  His lips tug up gently and he blinks like he's thinking about the first time we met. "I had a feeling you were going to say no when I asked for your number, but I held out hope you'd come back. Not many women want a triple shot."

  I swallow at the kindness in his tone. His touch is soft, his words even softer, and it shifts something in my chest.

  "I'm glad you didn’t give up," I say and lean into him.

  He wraps his arms around me and rolls me onto my back. His eyes gleam as I feel his length hardening. My heart races with the way he looks at me. Much to my surprise, I like it.

  He lowers his mouth to mine and kisses me, leaving me breathless.

  Twenty-Nine

  Christine asked me twice this week to see James and I shot it down both times. One more and she’d call me in for a reevaluation. I can’t lose this job, but I don’t know if I can see him again either. And at the same time, I’m not ready to give him up.

  Truth is, I love being in his presence. I love the sound of his voice. God, the way he expresses his words, they sound like they’re deep in his throat. The way he carries himself in a suit, or nothing at all. But most importantly, he doesn’t look down on me for what I do with my body. He didn’t judge my decision to be an escort. He didn’t make me feel less because of it. For all his “we’re equal” talk on our first encounter, he made me believe it.

  "Aubrey?" Daniel says, and I focus on him.

  He studies me. I can tell he wants to ask what I'm thinking about, so I quickly conjure a lie.

  "I'm sorry, I was just thinking about my grammy."

  Fucking James.

  "You're close to her?" he asks, forking some pasta.

  He insisted he take me to Carmine's Italian Restaurant since I said I’d never been. He was nearly flabbergasted by my confession, and now here we are sharing a family size dish of penne alla vodka. It's enormous and tastes fantastic, except for the fact he wanted anchovies in it.

  "I am. She's my best friend. I haven't spoke to her since I took her out for Thanksgiving dinner last week and it worries me. She looked like she was under the weather but tried to cover it up."

  I'd noticed Grammy's steps were slower than normal, which she blamed on the weather and arthritis. And the cough she’d had a few weeks ago was still present. But her eyes lit up with surprise when I took her to Elio's Ristorante for real, handmade fresh-to-order Italian food. The owner, an immigrant from Italy, was known for singing Italian Opera on Friday nights and holidays, and their baked clams and veal dishes were a favorite among customers. I knew she'd love it. There were even rumors the Gottis visited often, that's how popular it was. She was worried about how I could afford it and offered to pay a portion. I told her I had picked up an extra nanny shift just for the occasion, then slipped a fifty into the bottom of her purse when she wasn't looking. I hated lying to her, but I could hardly tell her the truth.

  "Why don't you surprise her with a visit? I bet she'd love that," Daniel says, and I can hear the concern in his voice. "Maybe take her out for lunch. What does she like? Bring her something that will make her happy."

  His suggestion warms my heart and I soften a little. I take a small sip of the Chianti he ordered for us.

  "I probably should. She's obsessed with her cats, so buying something for them will make her fall over with happiness."

  "Bring her some mice for the cats to catch."

  "Daniel," I say his name firmly, and it's enough for him to get the hint.

  His smirk is filled with charm. The way he tilts his head as he looks at me is endearing. He licks his lip.

  "You know, I told my mom about you. She wants to meet you."

  I freeze. I'm not ready to meet the parents yet. It never even crossed my mind for Daniel to meet Grammy.

  "You don't think it's too soon? We haven't been dating that long."

  I start counting the weeks in my head, but I'm overwhelmed by the idea that I can't think straight. I take a long sip from my wine glass until it's gone and Daniel watches, chuckling.

  "I didn't ask you to marry me. Calm down."

  "In other cultures, that's pretty much the same thing." My lips twitch. "It's like taking the relationship to the next level. What if she asks what I'm bringing to Christmas dinner that I didn't even know I was invited to until that second, which makes it totally awkward for us since we didn't even talk about it, and then she starts asking about us having kids one day?"

  My eyes are wide and my heart is racing with apprehension. Now I'm really worried that this all will actually happen. I'm not ready for it, or the lies I'll have to tell about being a nanny to more people. What if I end up loving his family?

  Daniel shrugs then says, "So we tell her you're already pregnant with twins and you're bringing cheesecake."

  Flattening my lips, I stare at him in both shock and horror. "You're evil!" I joke and laugh. "You're so bad. Here I am panicking and you're loving the fact that I'm suffering inside."

  Daniel reaches across the table and grabs my hand. He laces our fingers together as he pours me another glass of red.

  "You’re adorable, and I love your reaction. My mom is just nosy. To be perfectly honest, I don't know if I'm ready myself. Whenever it's time to meet your grammy and my meddling mother, we'll decide together."

  My shoulders loosen and I relax a little. Thank heavens. I'm a little caught off guard by how easy and gentle he is.

  "Really? You're okay with not being ready?"

  "Of course," he responds, almost insulted. "I'm not going to push you or anyone into something they're not comfortable with because I wouldn't want the same for myself. You get what you give in life."

  I nod slowly, agreeing with him. We spend a few moments eating in silence. I appreciate that he isn't pushing me into this. It's too soon and I'm just not ready.

  "I'm surprised you're not married yet."

  Daniel seems like a good catch who actually cares about who he's with and what they want.

  "I was engaged once a couple of years ago." Something darkens in his eyes.

  I sit up a little straighter. We haven't talked much about past relationships. Not that I care to since it's in the past, and who he's been with doesn't bear weight on the present, but this is something entirely different. This is almost marriage.

  "Can I ask what happened?"

  He looks directly into my eyes. "She was a lying, cheating whore."

  I take a small sip of wine then place my glass down.

  Would escorting make me a lying, cheating whore?

  I have money bands from the jobs with numbers in the double digits hidden in my room that I'm sure could be considered cheating to most people. Regardless of being emotionally attached to someone or not, having sex with another person other than your significant other is cheating. So I guess my answer is yes.

  I don't respond because what the hell do I say to that? Instead, I reach for my glass again and take a large swig, hoping it drowns out my guilt.

  "She fucked my best friend for months until I found out. I walked away from both and I haven’t been in a serious relationship since," he says, his tone dripping with resentment. "Until you."

  Of course he goes after a woman who secretly sells her body for money.

  With the exception of James, sex with my clients means absolutely nothing. It's just sex. Just a blow job. Just some fucking, weird ass, kink fetish. None of it bothers me in the least, but something in my gut tells me Daniel wouldn't see it that way.

  I decide right then and there not to tell Daniel about my double life for a long time. When the time is right, then I'll sit him down and tell him I've been doing this job since before I met him.

  Exhaling a sigh, I finally say, "I'm really sorry, Daniel. I can't imagine how hard that was for you."

  He shakes his head, like his thoughts are dark and he doesn't want to go back there.

  "There's only two things I expect in a relationship. Honesty and faithfulness. It's really not that difficult to be a decent human. There's nothing worse than breaking both when you're in love with someone." He pauses and looks away for a moment. "They got married, then a year later she cheated on him."

  Daniel huffs under his breath, a revengeful sneer scarcely tipping his lips, and I get the vibe he's happy about karma being dealt.

  Once the check is paid and we're walking hand in hand outside, I lean into him and he wraps his arm around my shoulder, holding me.

  "I like this," I say softly. "Thank you for dinner."

  The comfort between us is creating a warmth in my chest I wasn't expecting. Being with Daniel is easy and I briefly wonder if this is how relationships are supposed to feel. My eyes fall on the people walking briskly around us, rushing from block to block. New York is such a rat race and it feels good to not have to be in a hurry for once.

  Daniel looks down at me, and I give him a sated, lazy smile. He returns it too.

  "I like this, and I like you, Aubrey. All I ask is that you don't fuck me over, and I won't either."

  "I don't usually do relationships, Daniel, but I'm trying for you." I swallow down the guilt eating away at me.

  "You're trying, and that's what matters. Don't spread your legs for another man, and I won't dip my dick in another woman. We'll be golden. I'd like to be exclusive with you. I don't do well with sharing."

  He’s not asking for a lot. It's what’s naturally expected of any normal relationship, but my stomach is roiling with unease because come tomorrow, I will be spreading my legs for a man whose name I didn't even know.

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