Dan glided his fingertips up her spine, arriving at her bra fastening. He undid it, lifting the back straps to each side, and easing the shoulder straps off her shoulders. He carefully pulled the bra out from beneath her, Stacie lifting her upper torso slightly to assist. She heard a bottle lid being opened, then shivered as cool liquid was poured on her back. She could feel it start to trickle as Dan moved swiftly into action, rubbing the liquid into her flesh.
His hands manipulated her skin and eased her muscles. She felt her joints loosening and her body relaxing into contentment. His hands glided farther down her body to her waist. He tugged her jeans down a little then slid his hands down to her hips, then round and up her spine. He went back up to her upper back, then down the sides of her ribcage, just touching the outer edges of her breasts with his fingertips. She shivered, wanting him to touch her more intimately.
She lifted up her bottom then reached beneath her to unfasten the button and fly on her jeans. Dan pulled them down, leaving her wearing only her thong. She awaited his touch, trembling.
He cupped her bottom cheeks, gently squeezing her flesh and making circles with his thumbs. He poured more of the liquid on her bottom, she could feel it running down into the cleft between her buttocks. He moved his large hands over her cheeks, rubbing and caressing, then back up her back, in long slow delicious sweeps. Gentle noises surrounded her, the soundtrack from the television and, close by, the small noises Chrissie and Jason were making as they played around with each other. Earlier, when he was rubbing her back, she was so relaxed she could almost have fallen asleep, but now as he caressed her bottom and the tops of her thighs, her body was in a heightened state of awareness. He wrapped his hands round the backs of her thighs and slowly ran them up over her skin. His thumbs tickled mere millimetres from her pussy and she quivered.
The urges of her body won out. She turned over and lay on her back, staring up at Dan. She let her gaze deliberately drop to his crotch. His arousal was evident even through his jeans. Dan reached for the bottle again. It was baby oil, Stacie noticed. He poured the liquid across her breasts. It trickled in all directions, but he flew into action, gathering up the rivulets and massaging the oil into her breasts.
She closed her eyes, surrendering to his expert touch. It was hopeless, his fingers drove her crazy. He massaged around her nipples, deliberately avoiding her nipple area at first, although she pushed her breasts into his hands desperately. Her pussy throbbed with need and she tried her hardest not to wriggle her lower body. He glided his hands down and across her tummy, stroking in gentle circles around her navel.
Stacie opened her eyes to see Chrissie and Jason naked on the cushions. She looked up at Dan and saw him staring down at her.
“I want you to fuck me,” she told him. He didn’t say a word, simply stood up and took off his jeans, then knelt down next to her again.
Stacie sat up, taking hold of the massive bulge in his trunks. She licked her lips and moved her body into a better position, kneeling, caressing his manhood. She ran her fingers down the hard length through the material, feeling it respond to her touch, twitching and bouncing. She dug her hands in his waistband, and pulled out his cock, admiring it, caressing the velvety softness. She bent down and began kissing his shaft. She tickled his balls, tormenting them, using her tongue to run up the full length of his penis. She rolled the tip of her tongue around the tip of his dick, hearing him let out a groan. She smiled with delight that she was able to bring him pleasure also. He had given her so much.
Dan moved pulling his cock away from her. He took hold of her thong, pulling on the small piece of material. Stacie lay back, allowing him to remove her thong. Instantly, she widened her thighs showing him her full glory. He dropped down to feast on her pussy, already about to burst with hyper-sensitivity. She nearly hit the roof when his tongue touched her. She threw her head back into the pillows and thrust her mound in his face, reaching down to twine his hair in her fingers, holding his head in place. He came up for air, licking his lips before diving in again. Stacie sat up, leaning on her elbows wanting to watch him. He tormented her pussy with his tongue, she felt it roll over her clitoris, then dip into her vagina, making her cry out with pure delight.
He pointed his tongue and slid it in and out of her vagina; the sensations sent fireworks through her body, she bucked and trembled, and clenched her fists. When he stopped, she took her own hand down to her clitoris, rubbing desperately. He plunged his fingers inside her, forcing them deep. She lunged her bottom off the cushions, riding his hand. She reached behind her head with her other hand, grabbing a handful of the cushion. Then she felt it approaching, she rubbed harder and screamed with delight, riding the tsunami, letting it rock her body. She jerked over and over, thrusting her hips high off the cushion while her orgasm ran through her whole body. As the tremors settled, her body flopped, the endorphins that had just raced through her causing a delicious languor to spread throughout her limbs.
She felt Dan take hold of her hips and opened her eyes a crack. He encouraged her to turn over, moving onto all fours. Stacie glanced at the other couple, seeing Jason penetrating Chrissie. She groaned as he entered her. Dan grabbed Stacie’s bottom and she tilted her hips to allow him entrance. She felt his cock end teasing her pussy. Dan rubbed his manhood up and down her labia, and Stacie quivered at the sensations his soft skin caused on her still-trembling flesh. Dan widened her bottom cheeks, but instead of his cock, she felt his tongue licking and sucking at her sensitive womanhood. Stacie buried her face in the cushions and groaned, as he added his fingers to the agile tongue manipulating and teasing her craving vagina.
He dipped his fingers in and out of her pussy, whilst he ran his tongue between her labia, tasting her juices. She couldn’t control her pleasure, wriggling her hips and waist and squeezing her breasts as he rolled on a condom.
Stacie was hooked on him, he was her drug. She wanted to take all he could offer, she couldn’t get enough of him. Then he was there, in her, filling her, the pure delight of his cock within her causing her to scream with pleasure. She met his thrust, pushing her body back on him, wanting to take the full length of his girth deeply into her. Dan took hold of her waist, penetrating her deeply. He dove in and out of her saturated pussy, his rhythm getting faster, torturing Stacie with unbearable pleasure.
Stacie felt his cock hitting her nerve endings. She lunged her body into him, meeting every pound, his cock hitting her G-spot. His hand reached around and began to tease her clit. She cried out, feeling her heart racing, she was almost there, and then he stopped. He pulled out and turned her onto her side facing away from him. He lay behind her and snuggled her into his stomach. He lifted her leg up and slid back in smoothly, lowering her leg to rest on his thigh. He reached round and took a firm hold of her breast, squeezing and playing while his cock penetrated her. She glanced up, seeing Chrissie and Jason watching. It made her feel uncomfortable, but she was eager to have Dan, so she closed her eyes to the company, concentrating on the sensations Dan was creating.
She felt him start to move faster. His hand dropped from her breast to her clit, rubbing and tweaking. She pushed back on his every lunge, rubbing herself against him, grinding into him, losing herself in the animal passion. The tidal wave of pleasure hit her, consumed her. She writhed and bucked on the cushions, only dimly aware that Dan was gasping and moaning behind her, as he emptied himself into her. Her body shook and trembled, her cries echoing off the tiled floor. She felt Dan’s hands convulsively squeezing her flesh, the divine pain merging with the delicious pleasure to create a sensory fusion of delight.
Stacie dropped back onto the cushions to catch her breath, keeping her eyes closed, savouring the moment. She suddenly realised this would be the last time she would have him. The thought caused a stab of agony in her gut so sharp it almost caused her to gasp.
She felt Dan move away from her body and wanted to scream out No!
She twisted to look at Dan. He looked down at her
overwhelmed body and smiled. He bent down to kiss her and goosebumps erupted over her body.
He helped her to her feet, and passed her garments. Chrissie and Jason were getting dressed as well so she and Dan quickly pulled on their clothes. They went back to Dan and Stacie’s room, Chrissie, Jason and Dan chatting. Stacie let the others order a lavish buffet lunch. It was only when Dan asked if Stacie was okay that she mentally shook herself and made an effort to join in the lively conversation over lunch.
Chapter Fifteen
Chrissie and Jason left after lunch.
“Call me,” Chrissie had said to Stacie while they hugged in reception. “No matter what happens, call me!”
Dan and Stacie went back up to the room and Stacie felt her heart emptying—her time with Dan was also coming to an end. She packed her belongings, collecting up her clothes and makeup and toiletries, putting them mechanically into her bag. Stacie caught Dan watching her from time to time—she tried her hardest not to allow her emotions to show. The last thing she needed was Dan giving her another lecture on the fact she was only his client. She knew that, boy did she know that.
She found the necklace and earrings Dan had given her, lying in a glittering pile on the floor where she had thrown them after ripping them off after the ball. She picked them up and put them lovingly in their box before laying the box in the bag. She zipped the bag up and put it on the bed. Once done, she stood in the centre of the room. Where would her life go from here? Would she meet some charming man and live happily ever after? Did the fairytale ever work out in real life?
“I’m ready,” she told Dan, staring out of the window. The squeak of the bed told her that he’d stood up. She heard the wardrobe door open and then close.
“I have something for you,” he said, coming into her line of vision with a wrapped present. She took it from him, not feeling the usual thrill that came with a present. This was a goodbye present and she just stared at it. “Well, open it, then!”
Stacie looked at him. His face was filled with such a child-like anticipation that she smiled in spite of herself. She ripped away the paper, uncovering a very lifelike vibrator. She gave a little laugh, “Thank you.”
“I thought that it might come in useful for you,” he said with a pleased smile.
“What should I call it?” She paused for a second, thinking. “How about Danny Boy?” She giggled and he smiled.
“If you want to. Have I been that good?” he asked her.
Her smile fell away and a lump the size of Ben Nevis rose in her throat. “You’ve been amazing. Thank you. No, thank you isn’t enough, but I don’t know what else to say,” she said. She wished it didn’t have to end. She could always come back, but, no! She ruthlessly squashed that thought. If she came back, she would have this heartbreak all over again. He had no feelings for her other than fondness for a client he got on well with. It was better to just rip the sticking plaster off and end it right now.
Dan stepped forward and kissed her on the cheek. “I’m glad I could help.” Stacie pasted on a smile, hoping it would hide the fact that her heart was shattering inside her chest. She picked up her luggage bag.
“Come here,” he said, taking her into his arms and kissing her on the lips. If there was ever a moment to stop the clock, that was certainly one of them. Stacie tried her hardest not to release the tears that threatened to flood down her face. Her entire body ached, wishing she could rewind and relive her whole time with him. Or maybe rewind and delete, then it wouldn’t hurt so much.
Dan released her. Did she imagine that his eyes were dim, looking disappointed, Stacie knew she must make a move as otherwise she would spill her heart out.
She began to make her way toward the door. She looked back once seeing him standing where she’d left him, looking lost.
“Take care,” she said, only managing a whisper over the giant mountain in her throat. He didn’t reply. Stacie continued to the door and took hold of the door handle
“Stop,” she suddenly heard him yell. Stacie froze on the spot and turned around. He was striding across the room toward her. “Don’t go!” Excitement flooded her body, followed swiftly by despair. She’d already made her decision.
“I have to.”
“Please stay for tonight,” he said, reaching out to touch her shoulder. His eyes begged her.
“I have to go home. I have work tomorrow.”
“Please Stacie, I will pay the club,” he said. His eyes glowed with passion, begging her to stay. “I want to make love to you.” Her heart began skipping around the room like an excited loony who had just won the Lottery. Stacie stared at Dan. He would pay for her to stay? He wanted her to stay, not just as a client? He looked concerned. Concerned she was going to walk away?
“Are you sure, this place isn’t cheap?” she said.
“I think I know that. I want you to stay with me one more night,” he said, staring longingly into her eyes, pleading with her.
“Don’t you have any bookings?” she asked. Why was she trying to find an excuse?
“I do, but something more important has come up…you,” he said. He took her bag out of her unresisting hand, dropping it on the floor. He took both her hands in his and drew her close. “Stacie, I want you.” Her traitorous body reacted, pressing itself against him.
“What do I need to do?” she asked in a whisper. His face cracked in a delighted smile.
He kissed her, crushing her body to his, running his hands up and down her back. Stacie wrapped her arms around him, delighting in the feel of his muscles under her fingers. She let her hands drop to his taut buttocks, savouring their roundness, and pulling his pelvis close to hers. Dan pulled her over to the dresser, not relinquishing his hold on her for a second. He got the phone out with one hand and rang reception before passing the receiver to her.
“Good evening,” said the receptionist.
“Hi, it’s Stacie Clifford. I would like to book Dan for the night please.”
“Just checking his details. Is he still with you?” she asked, sounding puzzled.
“He is,” she said, turning to Dan with a smile. He smiled back at her, pressing his lips against her cheek.
“I’m very sorry, Miss Clifford, he’s booked tonight.”
“She says you’re booked,” Stacie mouthed at Dan, who took the phone off her.
“Hi, this is Dan. Sorry, I know I have a booking, but I need to cancel that client…Just give the client an excuse when she arrives and offer her someone else,” Stacie listened to him saying, “Yeah I’m aware of that…okay…thank you, Shannon, you’re an angel.”
Stacie got the price for the night from the receptionist and put the phone down. Dan nipped out to the ATM to get the money and Stacie paced the room waiting for him to return.
It seemed like forever before the door opened and Dan swung in, flashing her a huge smile. He reached into his back jeans pocket and pulled out a wad of notes, holding it out to her.
“Are you sure about this?”
“Of course, go down and pay for me, with my money.”
“Seems daft.”
“Don’t care,” he said, leaning toward her and kissing her on the lips. Dan moved his mouth to her right ear and whispered in the sweetest of voices, “Our secret.”
Stacie felt her knees crumbling and her heart skipping beats.
He whispered softly again, sending an eruption of desire through her weakened body. “Go and pay. I’ll be right here.”
Stacie couldn’t believe how bizarre the situation was. She felt like a teenager who had been told to stay away from a certain boy and instead they were meeting in secret. Why was he keeping her here? Didn’t that mean she was more than just a client? But just because he wanted to have sex with her, rather than with some client who might be horrible, didn’t mean he wanted more. It didn’t mean he wanted a relationship. But he was willing to pay the club, and forego his earnings for tonight, to be with her. It was so confusing. She tried not to think about it, pa
ying the money and heading back up to the room at a trot.
She arrived back to the room to see Dan had set the room for a romantic liaison. He had lit candles around the room, making it feel cosy and warm. A fresh bottle of wine had been brought up to the room. Dan sat at the table holding a glass out to her. His face looked warm and happy. She walked over to him and took it, sitting opposite him and taking a sip. He poured himself a glass and looked directly into her eyes. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. Maybe it was just dragging out the inevitable.
She sipped her wine, trying not to look at him. Why couldn’t he just say something like, “I love you and I want to be with you. Sod the club, sod my job, you’re all I want.” Then she would know exactly where she stood. Instead, all she knew was that he wanted to have sex with her again. He wanted her enough to give up a night’s pay, but that in itself didn’t mean anything more than just sex. Stacie took a gulp of her wine, watching the candles burn slowly, flickering in the cosy light and casting dancing shadows on everything. But sex was a powerful force. Men, and women, would do all sorts of things for sex, not always the right or the sensible things either.
Oh boy! Stacie gave in, turning her head to look at him, drowning in the hungry look in his eyes.
“How are you feeling?” he asked her.
“Fine,” she whispered.
Dan stood up, closing the short distance between them. He stopped in front of her and held his hand out. Stacie stared at it. This was new territory. Nervous didn’t begin to cover it. She took hold of his hand and stood up. Dan led her to the bed and sat on the edge, patting the duvet next to him. She sat and he held her hand tightly.
She turned her head, looking deep into his eyes. He drew in closer and she closed her eyes, anticipating his kiss. She felt his breath cascading over her face, sending shivers through her body. She inhaled his scent then felt his lips against hers. He kissed her gently, tasting, nibbling, as if for the first time. He put a hand on her knee, lightly stroking and she ran her hand up to his back.
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