by J. L. Perry
‘I’d invite you in,’ I say, once I’m able to string two words together, ‘but Rupert is staying in the room next door.’
‘Come back to my suite then. I’m not ready to let you go yet. To be honest, I’m not sure I’ll ever be ready.’
His words both melt and break my heart. I don’t want to let him go either, but I know I don’t have a choice. It just makes me hate M even more. I’m still bound to her for two more years. A few weeks ago, it didn’t feel like a long time—now it feels like an eternity.
‘Okay,’ I reply. I’m taking a huge risk, but if tonight’s going to be the end of us, then I want to experience it all. He’ll forever remain the first man to hold my hand. My first kiss. I want him to be the only person I’ve ever wanted inside me. The first person I’ve had sex with, without being paid or forced. I wish there had never been any other man but him. Sadly, that ship sailed years ago.
‘Really?’ His whole face lights up with surprise. I nod.
He grasps my hand in his and leads me back to the lifts before I can change my mind, which I know I won’t. I want this night with him more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.
Once we’re inside the lift, he presses the button that takes us to the fiftieth floor. He must be staying in the penthouse suite. The moment the doors close, he backs me up against the wall, caging me in. Threading my fingers into his dark hair, I pull his mouth to mine.
His hands glide down the sides of my body, before coming to rest on my arse. He lifts me and I wrap my legs around his waist. We’re so lost in each other, it takes a few seconds for us to realise the lift has stopped.
Stepping back, he carries me towards his suite. He balances me up against the wall while he fishes in his pocket for his room key. Using his shoulder to push the door open, he carries me inside and closes the door with his foot.
His lips are locked with mine before my back even touches the wall. He pushes my hair back as his lips trail a path down my neck. ‘I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want you right now,’ he breathes against my skin.
‘Take me. I’m all yours.’ I’m surprised at how liberating it is to say those words. They’re something I never thought I’d say willingly. The men in my life have only ever taken, whether it was offered to them or not.
‘Jesus,’ he groans as he pulls the cardigan I’m wearing down my arms. ‘Your skin is so soft.’ His lips trail along my collar bone. I need this singlet gone. I want his lips all over me. Reaching for the hem, I tug my top up and over my head, revealing my white lace bra.
Brock looks at my chest. Usually the way I’m ogled by my clients repulses me, but in this moment, the look of appreciation I see on Brock’s face makes me feel beautiful, not dirty.
Shifting my back slightly off the wall, he runs his hands up the length of my spine so he can unclasp my bra. ‘You’re fucking perfect,’ he says when it drops to the ground.
Unwrapping my legs from around his waist, I stand. My fingers work their way down his shirt as I undo the buttons. I need to feel his skin against mine. My hands move up to his shoulders and down his arms as I peel the fabric away, letting it fall to the ground.
I drink him in, marvelling at his chest and his ripped abs. He’s even more beautiful than I imagined. ‘You’re perfect too,’ I say as my fingertips run down his body before hooking into the front of his jeans. Using my thumb, I flip the button open before sliding down the zip. I want to give him something back. I want to thank him for everything he’s given me today.
When I fall to my knees, Brock growls. I pull his jeans down around his thighs. His large erection bulges from inside his black boxer briefs. My tongue trails a line along his skin, just above the band.
‘Jesus, Jade,’ he breathes as his hands fist in my hair. I’m going to give him a blowjob that he’ll never forget. Over time, I’ve become a master at it. When I learnt that men love a good blowjob just as much, if not more than, sex, I watched every porno I could find on the subject until I had it down to a fine art. If I could do it well enough, there was a chance I wouldn’t have to sleep with them. Somehow sucking a man’s cock didn’t seem as personal as having them inside me did.
If I couldn’t escape my wretched life, I needed to find a way to make it at least bearable.
*
BROCK
Jade seems sweet and innocent, yet she can suck cock like a damn pro. I don’t even want to know how she learnt to do this. Just the mere thought of it sets off a raging jealousy inside of me. That’s a feeling I’m not accustomed to and I don’t like it. In just a few short days, this woman has managed to turn my whole fucking world upside down.
A minute or so in, and already I’m gonna blow. As much as I’d like too, I can’t bring myself to come in her pretty mouth. Reluctantly I pull away, placing my hands under her arms and pulling her to her feet.
‘I wasn’t finished,’ she says as her brow furrows. Without giving her a chance to mutter another word, my lips crash into hers. My fingers immediately go to work on her jeans. Once they’re undone, she takes over, pulling them down her incredibly long legs.
I step out of my jeans and underwear before scooping her into my arms. ‘My turn,’ I whisper as I cross the room and gently lay her on the bed. Seeing her sprawled out like that, wearing nothing but a tiny pair of white lace panties, is a sight, I can tell you. She literally takes my breath away. Does this woman even realise how spectacularly beautiful she is?
Out of the corner of my eye, I spot the red tie I wore to the office earlier today slung over the back of the chair. I’ve never felt compelled to tie a woman up before, but for some reason with Jade, I do. I’d like to have her tied to my bed permanently if I could. That thought shocks me. It usually doesn’t take long for me to lose interest, but I get the feeling that won’t be happening any time soon with Jade.
Kneeling beside her, I place my lips on hers briefly before I grab hold of her arms, pulling them above her head. The moment I wrap the tie around her dainty wrists, I see fear flash across her face before her eyes clamp shut.
‘Shit, Jade,’ I say, quickly removing the tie. ‘Are you okay?’
When her eyes spring open I see tears glistening them. Fuck. Placing my hands on her shoulders, I pull her towards me, wrapping her in my arms. I can feel her body trembling as I hold her.
What the fuck just happened?
‘I’m sorry,’ I whisper. I don’t know what else to say. Me and my bright fucking ideas. I hold her until she stops shaking before leaning back on my haunches to make eye contact with her. ‘What’s this all about?’
‘Nothing. I’m okay,’ she answers.
Like hell it was nothing. My mind is swimming with all kinds of fucked-up scenarios. Something’s happened to her in the past to make her act this way, and I intend to find out.
‘Please.’ She holds her wrists out in front of her, but there’s no fucking way I’m going there again. I throw the tie across the bed.
‘Please Brock,’ she pleads. ‘I need this.’
‘Why did you look so scared when I tied your wrists? Has somebody hurt you?’ It’s the only logical explanation I can think of. She shakes her head vigorously as her bottom lip starts to quiver. She can shake her head all she fucking wants, but I know the answer is yes. Rage boils inside me at the thought of someone hurting her. ‘Talk to me,’ I plead as my hands tenderly cup her face. My eyes search hers, looking for answers, but I find none.
A small smile tugs at her lips as she pulls my mouth down to hers. She can avoid this conversation all she wants, but I’m not letting it go.
When she pulls out of the kiss a few minutes later, she reaches across the bed for the discarded tie, before lying back down. The pleading look on her face as she holds it up to me has me crumbling immediately. I have a feeling I’m going to have a hard time denying this woman anything.
‘Are you sure?’ I ask.
After giving me a reassuring smile, she moves her hands above her head. I watch her careful
ly as I bind her wrists again. I’m having huge reservations about doing this now. Any sign of a freak-out and I’m done. I refuse to be a part of anything that’s going to make her feel uncomfortable.
‘I trust you,’ she says.
I like that she trusts me. I hope she knows I’d never intentionally do anything to hurt her. She remains calm as I finish tying her wrists before securing them to the bed head.
‘Are you okay?’
‘I’m perfect,’ she replies.
‘If at any time that changes, just say the word and I’ll untie you immediately.’ When she nods, I smile before kissing her.
Pulling my mouth from hers, I kiss a trail across her jaw and down her neck. My hand skims over her toned stomach before palming one of her breasts in my hand. She has the most amazing tits. I’d presumed they were fake, but I’ve felt enough in my life to know these aren’t. This pleases me to no end.
She pushes her head further into the pillow and moans when I roll her hardened nipple between my fingers before replacing them with my tongue. She moans again the moment I suck the taut peak into my mouth as her chest pushes towards my face. I love how responsive she is to my touch.
When my lips eventually find hers again, my hand glides down her skin until my fingers are dancing over the lace of her panties. I smile to myself when she opens her legs for me and I run my hand between her thighs. The dampness I feel through the fabric makes my cock throb. I need to touch her, I need to taste her, but more than anything, I need to be buried balls deep inside her heaven.
Grabbing the lace, I tear it easily from her body as my eyes drink her in. She’s even more beautiful than I imagined. Her hips raise towards my hand as my fingers glide over her perfectly manicured pussy and she whimpers when my thumb circles her clit. I slide one of my fingers effortlessly inside her. I love how ready she is for me. She’s perfect. Everything about this woman is damn perfect.
Kissing my way over her abdomen, I don’t stop until I’m settled between her thighs. Then I push her legs towards her torso, opening her up for me. I need to see her.
‘You’re beautiful,’ I whisper as my mouth bears down on her magnificent pussy. She tastes sweet, just like I knew she would.
‘Brock,’ she whimpers, tugging on her restraints. I love hearing her say my name like that. I want to hear her scream it when I make her come. ‘I need to touch you.’ That will have to wait. I’m not stopping until she comes all over my face.
Moments later, her body starts to tremble and her head thrashes from side to side, and I know she’s close.
‘Yes, that’s it. Come for me, beautiful,’ I demand against her sensitive flesh.
‘Oh, Brock,’ she screams as her orgasm takes hold. That’s what I wanted to hear.
Making my way back up her delicious body, I kiss her as my hands go to work at untying her from the bedhead. I’m craving her touch. The second she’s free, her hands fist in my hair as she pulls my lips closer to hers.
‘Thank you,’ she whispers into my mouth, and her words touch my heart for some reason. I’m not sure if she’s thanking me for untying her, or for the incredible orgasm I just gave her. Either way, I feel like I’m the one who should be saying thank you.
Reaching across the bed, I open the bedside drawer to retrieve the box of condoms I know will be in there. Staying in the penthouse suite comes with perks. It was one of the requests I made the first time I stayed here a few years ago. I’ve noticed every time since, the suite is always stocked with my preferences: my favourite scotch; the kind of snacks I like to eat; even right down to the brand of shampoo I use.
Leaning back on my haunches, I tear open the foil packet with my teeth. Jade’s exquisite green eyes follow my every move.
‘Are you okay?’ I ask once I’m settled between her legs again. I’m dying to be inside her, but I’m still concerned about her little freak-out earlier.
‘I’m wonderful,’ she replies, tenderly stoking the side of my face. ‘I’m more than wonderful.’ Her sweet words make me smile. This woman is something else.
Lining myself up with her opening, I take one more glance at her face to make sure she really is all right. I’d hate to do anything she’s not ready for. She’s smiling when she pulls my face forwards. Resting my forehead on hers, I gaze into her eyes as the head of my cock slides inside her.
‘Sweet Jesus,’ I groan the second I push all the way in.
‘Brock,’ she whispers as her eyes drift closed. Hearing her utter my name so sweetly touches a place deep inside me.
‘Look at me, beautiful. I need you to see who’s making you feel like this … who’s giving you pleasure.’
A smile spreads across her face as her eyes flutter open. ‘Nobody could ever make me feel the things that you do, Brock. Nobody.’
Normally if another woman said that to me, I’d freak the fuck out. If anything, Jade’s words set off the caveman inside me. I want to be the only person to make her feel like this. I don’t want anyone touching her.
She’s mine.
*
JADE
Tonight Brock’s given me more than he’ll ever know. He’s shown me how beautiful sex can be when it’s with the right person. Tonight I’m not a hooker—I’m just plain old Jade, a woman. What a wonderful feeling that is.
With every thrust he brings me higher and higher. I never knew it could feel like this. I guess those girls in the pornos aren’t faking it after all. Rolling onto his back, he brings me with him so I’m now straddling his waist. God, he feels so good.
Placing my hands on his shoulders for leverage, I move my hips in a circular motion as pure ecstasy consumes my body.
‘Jade,’ he breathes. Slightly lifting his torso off the bed, he sucks my nipple into his mouth. It sends pleasure shooting down to my core. ‘Christ, you feel amazing. I can’t seem to get enough of you.’ He sits up and I wrap my legs around him as his arms encircle my waist, bringing me even closer. ‘You intoxicate me, Miss Davis,’ he whispers against my skin.
That’s all I need to send me over the edge again. Wrapping my arms firmly around his neck, I throw my head back and moan as the most intense orgasm rockets through me. Within seconds, I feel his body shudder and I know he’s coming undone too.
‘Sweet Jesus,’ he groans as his mouth finds mine. We’re both breathless, but neither of us move. I don’t want to break the connection I have with him. I wish we could stay like this forever.
Brock Weston has managed to cleanse me of all my previous sins.
CHAPTER EIGHT
JADE
‘Jade. Wake up, sweetheart,’ I hear as someone peppers tiny kisses all over my face. Opening one eye, I see Brock smiling down at me. It’s a wonderful sight to wake up to.
‘Good morning, beautiful.’
‘Morning,’ I groan as my arms slide around his neck. I’m aching in places I didn’t even know existed. I feel like I’ve been hit by a bus.
‘As much as I hate the thought of kicking you out of my bed, it’s just after six, and I promised I’d have you back in your room before Rupert wakes.’
I sigh. I’m not ready for this to end.
Brock places a soft kiss on my lips before helping me sit up. ‘I’ve ordered us some breakfast. Maybe we can have a quick shower together while we wait for it to arrive?’ He stands and extends his hand out to me.
‘You’re amazing.’
I don’t know what feels better, the warm water beating down on my sore and weary muscles, or Brock’s strong hands as he washes me. Nobody has ever washed me before. There’s something so erotic, yet beautiful, about it. I’m not used to this attentiveness, but it’s something I could easily get used to.
‘You have the most incredible skin,’ he says as his mouth trails kisses down my neck and his hands cup my breasts.
‘I’ll never forget the time we’ve spent together.’
‘Neither will I,’ he says with a grin. ‘You say that like it’s so final. I don’t want this to be the e
nd of us, Jade. I want to see you again. Not just here in New York, but once we’re back in Sydney as well.’
Tears sting my eyes at his words. If only. I wish that more than anything, but I know it’s impossible. Fisting my hands in his hair, I bring his mouth down to mine. I want to savour every second we still have. I don’t want to ruin it by telling him I can’t see him anymore.
He backs me up against the tiles and deepens the kiss. As tender as I’m feeling, I need to have that connection with him one more time. Lifting my leg, I slip it around his waist. He growls into my mouth as he lifts my other leg off the ground and hooks it over his hip before sliding inside me.
‘I don’t think I’ll ever get my fill of you,’ he breathes as he withdraws to the tip before pushing all the way back in. I know I’ll never get my fill of him either.
Brock insists on walking me back to my room after breakfast. He had a mini freak-out when he realised we hadn’t used protection in the shower. ‘I’ve never done anything so careless before. I’m so sorry, Jade.’
He calmed down once I assured him I was on birth control. Although all my clients must use protection, M made me have a hormone implant inserted in my arm as a safeguard against pregnancy. Neither Brock nor I have ever had unprotected sex before, so I knew we were both safe in that department as well.
We ate breakfast wrapped only in our towels. He sat me on his lap and fed me. It was the sweetest moment I’d ever experienced. My heart felt heavy when it was time to get dressed and leave. I tried my best to hide that from him.
‘My panties,’ I’d said when I gathered up my clothes that were still sitting in a pile just inside the door.
‘I ruined them when I ripped them off that luscious body of yours, remember?’
‘But where are they?’
‘They may have found their way into my suitcase,’ he told me with a devious smile. ‘I guess they decided they wanted to come home with me.’