by Claire Kent
With her free hand, she caressed up his thigh and then dipped it below her face so she could find his balls. She cupped him, feeling him gently. Then she applied a little pressure.
Ander grunted, and his pelvis twitched up just a little. It startled her momentarily, but she managed not to fall out of rhythm.
She trusted Ander. He was skillful and considerate. He knew this was her first time, and he’d never let her down before. He wasn’t going to try to fuck her throat.
She shifted her hips restlessly, more aroused now than ever as she processed Ander’s reactions to her ministrations. She intensified her rhythm and felt his body tighten even more.
Using her thumb, she stroked his sac, squeezed the base of his cock and bobbed her head. Ander’s free hand had started to fumble around in the bedding, and his head jerked uneasily on the pillow.
She hummed around his hard flesh at these signs of how she was pleasing him.
It felt so good to please him. Better than anything.
“Lori,” Ander said thickly, his body so tense now he was almost shaking.
She hummed again as she worked over his cock the best she could, adjusting her body to get better leverage.
Ander’s hand tightened at the back of her head, fisting in her hair until he made himself loosen it again. “Lori.” His head was propped up slightly, and his eyes never left the sight of her mouth around his cock.
Humming out another response, she felt her intimate muscles clenching instinctively, as if she were trying to pull him inside her.
“Lori!” Ander rasped, his back arching slightly as he visibly fought to keep himself still. Both her hands had tightened with her clench of arousal, squeezing his cock and his balls simultaneously.
Her mouth worked ceaselessly. She’d generated a lot of saliva, and the flavor of the condom was dissipating. But at this point she was too into the moment to care. While it was a little sloppy and inexperienced, her blow job appeared to be having a good effect.
She could feel tremors run through Ander’s body. Both his hands had fisted now—one in the bedding and one in her hair. His hips were rocking very slightly, involuntarily. And his face was flushed and twisted with what looked like effort and pleasure.
“Lori,” he choked out, his head jerking to the side. “Lori, I’m going to come. If you don’t stop, I’m going to—” His words broke off in a guttural exclamation as she squeezed his balls again.
She knew he was trying to warn her in case she wanted to make further use of his erection. But that was nonsense. Of course she wanted him to come. So she sucked as hard as she could, fondling his sac one more time.
His body pulsed as a choked sound escaped his lips. Prepared in advance, she listened carefully to hear the words, but he’d fully stifled whatever it was he said, biting his bottom lip so hard it whitened.
Then the tension in his body shattered beneath her. His hips gave a few clumsy jerks against her mouth, and his free hand groped frantically on the mattress beside him. With a series of thick gasps and exhalations, he rode out the spasms of his climax. She could feel his cock pulse in her mouth.
The condom prevented her from having to swallow his semen, but it felt like he’d released inside her just the same.
She finally let his cock slip from her lips, and she sat on her knees, staring at his flushed, damp face.
Lori was gasping just as desperately as Ander was.
His climax seemed to have wiped him out. His body had softened so completely he looked limp and boneless. Feeling a swell of both pride and tenderness, she carefully removed the condom and tied it off so he wouldn’t have to get up right away.
She managed to stand and walk to the bathroom to throw it away. She stared into the mirror for a moment and processed her appearance. Her cheeks were just as red as Ander’s. Her nipples were standing out visibly through her lacy chemise. And every time she moved, she was conscious of her hot, wet arousal.
But she’d wanted Ander to come just now more than she’d wanted to herself.
When she returned, Ander was still sprawled out on the bed. But he turned his head toward her as she approached. “Thanks,” he said hoarsely. “You didn’t have to take care of the condom.”
“Why not?” she asked with a shrug, climbing back onto the bed. She slanted him an anxious look. “Did I do all right for my first time?”
Ander choked on a laugh. Then another one. For a minute his whole body shook with helpless, ironic laughter.
Lori frowned at him. “I know I didn’t do that bad.”
“Lori,” Ander gasped. “Are you blind? You saw the way I came. You really need to ask if you did all right?”
“Oh.” She squirmed a little, in pleased embarrassment. “Well, I didn’t know. I mean, maybe I did a bad job but you came just to boost my confidence.”
He shook his head, looking strangely tired. “You really think I’m that good an actor?”
“Aren’t you?”
“No.”
Lori’s belly twisted again with that same jittery emotion, and she lay down next to Ander, turning on her side so she could look at him.
She didn’t know what to say, so she just remained quiet. Ander’s breathing was leveling off now, but his body looked loose and relaxed. Absolutely sated. She’d done that to him.
She hadn’t expected Ander to react the way he had to her blow job. She hadn’t expected to feel the way she did about his reaction. She hadn’t expected to be so turned on afterward. And she hadn’t expected to experience this chaotic churning of emotions—confusion, pride, pleasure, embarrassment, discomfort, and bone-deep fear.
Suddenly her swirling emotions became so intense she wasn’t sure she could handle them. Since looking at Ander had intensified them, she turned over onto her other side so she was facing away from him.
Trying to talk herself out of her foolishness, she breathed deeply and sorted through her confusion.
Before she had a chance to figure out anything else, Ander’s voice came from behind her. “Lori? What’s the matter?”
“Nothing.” She was pleased when her voice was mostly natural.
Evidently Ander didn’t believe her. She heard a rustle of the bedding as he moved closer to her. Then she felt his warm hand on her bare shoulder. “Lori? Did you not like it after all?”
His voice held just a hint of hesitance, and it made her turn her head back to look at him over her shoulder. He’d propped himself up on one arm, and his gaze was sober and intent.
“Lori,” he prompted softly. “You need to tell me if there was something about what happened that made you uncomfortable.”
“I’m not uncomfortable,” she began. At his look of obvious skepticism, she hurried on. “I mean, I liked it. I really did. It’s just that I didn’t... I didn’t expect...” She trailed off, realizing there was absolutely no way for her to tell him the whole truth.
“What didn’t you expect?” His face had become oddly still, in the unsettling way it sometimes did.
She found the least disturbing part of her feelings to admit to him. “I didn’t expect to get so turned on by doing that.” She blushed a little, even though her admission didn’t come close to the true nature of her reactions.
Ander’s face relaxed. He gave her a smile that was almost naughty. His hand moved from her shoulder and stroked down her bare arm. “Well, that’s definitely not a problem,” he murmured.
She smiled back, feeling better now that the mood between them was more familiar. She straightened her head, no longer looking back toward Ander. And she let him settle himself behind her, pressing the lean lines of his body against her back and stroking her breasts, belly, and hips with one skillful hand.
After just a minute, she was breathless with arousal again and wriggling back against Ander as he gently fondled her nipples. “Oh God, Ander,” she gasped. “I want you so much.”
She felt a new sensation then against her bottom. After a moment she realized what it was. He was
growing erect again—far more quickly than she had expected.
“Already?” she asked, looking at him over her shoulder and shamelessly rubbing her bottom against the hard length poking into her from behind.
Ander made a guttural moan in response to her squirming, and he lowered his mouth to the hollow of her throat, mouthing her skin and nipping a little.
Then, with strong, gentle hands, he turned her over onto her stomach and started gathering her chemise into his hands so he could pull it off over her head.
She let him undress her, loving the feel of his weight on top of her, the way it pushed her into the mattress. She groaned in helpless pleasure as he squeezed the flesh of her ass and mouthed the nape of her neck.
He reached over for a condom from the nightstand and quickly rolled it on. Then he raised her hips, sank two fingers inside her to test her readiness and, finding her sopping wet, aligned his cock at her entrance and then eased into her from behind.
She let out a long, wet sigh, enjoying both the feel of his body and the way he wasn’t making her handle all the decisions. She braced herself on folded arms and bumped her bottom back against his groin.
He grunted at the impact, but then he followed her silent urging and began to thrust.
Lori was incredibly aroused, and the fast, pleasing rhythm he developed sent jolt after jolt of sensation to a quickly building orgasm at her center. She huffed at each of his deep strokes, and her body instinctively followed the tempo, eagerly rocking back against him to intensify the sensations.
Pretty soon the feelings inside Lori became so intense that she couldn’t remain quiet. She started to make little grunts on each of his instrokes, and then the grunts transformed into breathless exclamations.
“Good, Lori. So good,” Ander gritted out, his thick voice proving he was already pretty far gone, despite his earlier climax. His speed had accelerated, and his fingers dug into the flesh of her ass, guiding her frantic motion. “Come for me.”
She was already close. So close she sweated as waves of heat slammed into her. Her breathless exclamations turned to sobbing sounds. “Coming,” she choked, “Yes, Ander! Gonna come.”
Then she did come, hiding her face in the pillow as she screamed out the intense spasms of pleasure. Ander made a strangled sound as he kept thrusting.
Before Lori was through riding out her first orgasm, she felt another one swell up on its heels. Her whole body shook frantically, her breasts and the flesh of her ass and thighs jiggling with her shameless motion. And she came again. Hard.
This time she didn’t have time to hide her face in the pillow, so her cry of release was loud and naked.
“Oh fuck!” Ander gasped, his hips pistoning wildly against her ass. Then he choked out something she was too overwhelmed to hear properly.
He came. She felt his body shuddering behind her, felt his cock pulsing inside her, felt his fingers grip her body so desperately they would leave bruises.
Lori was panting hoarsely as her body slumped forward. Ander fell with her, and for a moment his hot, sated weight rested on top of her again. He panted too. On each exhale, he made a sound like a moan.
And Lori would be perfectly happy for them never to move from this position, from this visceral satisfaction.
But he did move. Without speaking, Ander eased his softening cock out of her wet passage and heaved himself up off the bed.
He walked silently to the bathroom. She heard the water run in the sink. And she didn’t hear it go off.
After a minute, a jolt of sharp curiosity propelled Lori out of her sated stupor. She climbed off the bed and hurried over toward the bathroom, determined to find out what Ander did in there when he took extra time.
The door was halfway open, so she could peer in. Ander stood in front of the sink full of running water. Ander was leaning over, bracing himself with both hands on the counter. His shoulders were slumped, his eyes closed, and his head bent. His face and head were streaming wet from where he’d evidently splashed water on his face.
And he appeared to be taking deep breaths.
Lori gaped for a minute. He looked exhausted. Overwhelmed. And strangely aching.
“Are you all right?” she asked without thinking, her voice breaking with her concern. Her heart started to hammer in anxiety and apprehension.
Ander’s whole body jerked clumsily as he whirled around toward her. “Yes,” he said hoarsely, recovering himself quickly. “Just catching my breath.”
It had looked like he was doing more than that. In that moment she’d seen him vulnerable, he’d appeared almost... battered.
Her eyes started to burn as she wondered whether using himself in this way took a bigger emotional toll on him than she realized. Maybe having sex with her ripped him to shreds. “You didn’t like it?” she asked in a wavering voice. She cringed at her needy, childish tone
Ander made a huff of sound and put his arm around her as he urged her back toward the bed. “Don’t be ridiculous, Lori. Of course I liked it.”
She liked the feel of his arm around her, and her heart unclenched at his answer. As they crawled back into bed and under the covers, she said shyly, “You didn’t wait for me to tell you to come.”
“I know.” He gave her a rueful half smile. “Sorry about that. You probably could have come a few more times if I’d managed to hold out.”
“Don’t be sorry. I prefer you to come when you want. Really.” She peered at him and saw that he was genuinely unsettled by his involuntary climax. Keeping her voice light, she added, “I’m amazed at the control you usually have. It’s quite remarkable. In all these months, that’s the first time you came without asking me first.”
A flicker of expression on Ander’s face reminded her of something.
“It wasn’t the first time,” she said slowly.
“No. It wasn’t.”
“When I came back from Hong Kong.”
Ander nodded moodily. “Twice now. Not a good record. I’m not normally so weak.”
She made a dismissive gesture. “Now you’re being ridiculous. I want you to come when you want.” Despite her confident words, she darted a nervous look over at him. “So you’re really all right? It’s not that you don’t like it?”
Ander’s mouth twisted, and he stared at the ceiling. “I told you so already. I like it. That’s the problem.”
His words washed her with a flood of warm pleasure. She wasn’t sure if she should believe him. After all, his job was to please women in any way he could. He’d spent years telling his clients exactly what they wanted to hear. Maybe that was what was happening here.
But instinct told her something different, and his words made her feel really good.
THE NEXT DAY LORI SAT in front of a computer and pulled up a database of articles from major Seattle newspapers over the last three decades.
She shouldn’t be doing this. The idea had crossed her mind more than once over the last several months, but she’d always ignored it—knowing that Ander’s personal life was his own and it was far healthier for her to keep her relationship with him purely professional.
But here she was anyway. She began to type in a series of search terms, various combinations of the words “Ander,” “Alexander,” “bald,” “hair,” “son,” “businessman,” and “disinherited.”
It took her less than ten minutes to find the information she sought. She pulled up a brief article from a local publication that focused primarily on business news. The article, from twelve years ago, mentioned how twenty-two-year-old Alexander Milton—the son of a very wealthy, notorious man—had refused to join his father in business and had been legally disinherited.
Lori stared at the story on the monitor. Stared at the picture of a very young Ander, as bald then as he was now. Stared at the name, printed there in black-and-white.
It all made sense. Everything Ander had told her about his father and about his early life. And everything she had sensed about the way he’d been emotionally
victimized as a child. The truth of his identity closed the final gap in her understanding.
And she had no idea what to do about it.
No idea if she should tell him. How she should tell him. What she would say. What kind of difference it would make.
She had no idea what she was doing with Ander anymore. While she was still trying to ignore the confusion of her feelings, she was honest enough to admit to herself that she’d gone way beyond the professional with him.
But one thing she now knew.
For the last six months, she’d been fucking the estranged son of Peter Milton—who was CEO of one of Seattle’s largest corporations and very likely a white-collar criminal.
Ten
NATURALLY, ANDER COULD ice-skate.
He could do everything well—from cunnilingus to military history to pillow fights. She should have known he was an expert ice-skater as well.
Apparently, he’d played a lot of ice hockey when he was younger, so he slid across the ice with such ease and confidence that Lori couldn’t help but glare at him in annoyance.
She’d never ice-skated before. She’d always wanted to, but she’d not gotten the chance as a kid. In high school, she and her best friend were supposed to visit an ice rink so she could learn, but something had come up and they’d never rescheduled. And once she’d grown up, the interest had basically disappeared from her radar.
But that afternoon, while thinking over what she wanted to do with Ander, the idea of ice-skating had randomly crossed her mind. Then she couldn’t think of anything else she’d rather do. So she’d mentioned it in half jest in her response to Ander’s email, asking where they should meet.
And here they were. Not at one of the big rinks, but at a newer, smaller one that Ander said was less crowded and had more convenient public skating times. She couldn’t help but wonder how many other clients he’d taken ice-skating in the past.
For the last few weeks, ever since she’d found out Ander’s real identity, she’d felt weird about just meeting him at their regular hotel for sex. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to have sex with him. She did. And they always had sex for the last couple of hours of their scheduled engagements. But, especially knowing who he really was and the kind of sophisticated monster he had for a father, Lori started feeling cheap and guilty about meeting up with him purely for sex.