[Escorted 01.0] Escorted

by Claire Kent

  “What’s wrong?” she asked, grabbing him by the arm. Something wasn’t right here, and she still wasn’t positive about what it was.

  But she was starting to get an idea.

  Ander looked over at her absently. “Sorry. I was trying to remember where I put the condoms when I took them out of my case. I know I had a lot of extra.”

  Lori blinked at him, momentarily distracted from the larger issue. “Didn’t you have some in your place already?”

  “No.” With a small, rueful huff, he admitted, “I’ve never had sex here before.”

  Despite all she’d learned about Ander over the last months, she still felt dizzy from astonishment. “What?”

  “I’ve never had sex in this apartment before.”

  “But you’ve lived here for ten years.”

  “Yes. What’s your point?”

  “But...” Lori gulped, processing this revelation. “You’ve only ever had sex with clients?”

  Ander glanced away. “Since I started working... Yes.”

  And now Lori was sure she knew what was going on, why Ander had been stalling, why he was acting like everything was normal when clearly something was bothering him. Not sure how to address it, she dealt with another issue first.

  Putting a soft hand on his chest, she murmured, “Ander, I don’t think we need to use a condom.”

  She felt him jerk very slightly. “What do you mean?” he gritted out. He wasn’t quite meeting her eyes.

  “I mean, you’re the only man I’ve ever had sex with, and you haven’t had sex with anyone but me in over seven months. Right?”

  “Right.”

  “I know how vigilant you’ve been about your health. You’re healthy. I’m healthy. Neither of us is having sex with anyone else. We don’t need the condom.”

  “But I’ve had sex with all those other women—”

  Lori felt a pang of sharp pain at the thought—at the thought of Ander fucking all those women over all those years. But she pushed through the pain to what she knew was true. “They’re in the past, Ander. And you didn’t get a disease from any of them. We don’t need the condom.”

  Ander’s face changed, softened. He reached over to cup her cheek with a hand that had always been so warm. “Lori, unless you’re ready to start having babies, we still need the condom.”

  Despite the seriousness of what they were dealing with, Lori couldn’t hold back a giggle. “I didn’t forget about that, Ander, but I’ve been on birth control for ages. As soon as I decided to see you regularly, I went to the doctor. I know we were always careful about the condoms, but accidents happen, and I really didn’t want to get pregnant.”

  Ander made a strange guttural sound. One she didn’t recognize. Then he looked away from her again.

  Her heart racing frantically and her fingers trembling a little, Lori reached up to take his face in her hands and make him meet her eyes. “Ander, just tell me the truth. Why do you keep stalling?”

  He swallowed so hard she saw it in his throat. But this time he didn’t evade the answer. “I do want to. Desperately. I’m just... I’m just terrified.”

  Lori’s lips parted, half-astonished although she’d suspected something like it. Just not so extreme. “Why are you terrified of making love to me?”

  “Because that’s what it would be.” Ander swallowed again. Looked horribly uncomfortable. But he managed to force out, “I’ve never done it before.”

  Emotion rose from Lori’s heart to her throat, so deeply she almost couldn’t breathe. With one brief sob, she threw herself against him and hugged him urgently, burying her face in his shoulder to hide her sudden storm of feeling.

  Ander hugged her back with fierce passion, and they stood in the entrance of his bedroom, embracing for a long time.

  Finally Lori pulled away and managed to say, “I’ve never made love either. Not for real. It’s the first time for both of us. But don’t you want to try?”

  He laughed unexpectedly, half-ironic and half-affectionate. And he said, “Yeah. I want to try.”

  LORI WAS SO RELIEVED by Ander’s answer that she couldn’t stop herself from kissing him. It turned out to be a good idea.

  Ander kissed her back with a fervor that took her by surprise. And after a few minutes of kissing in the doorway to the bedroom, they stumbled over to the bed without any further reflection or discussion. With some muttered cursing from Ander and some giggling from Lori, they managed to yank off all their clothes while still kissing and caressing each other.

  Then finally they were naked in the bed together, with Ander settled between her thighs and her arms twined around his neck. It had been so long, and it felt so familiar. But the look in Ander’s eyes wasn’t familiar. He’d never looked at her like this when they’d had sex before.

  It wasn’t just hot, hungry, or needy. It was tender and possessive both. Like she was everything to him—everything he’d ever wanted. She still occasionally caught a flicker of anxiety, but it didn’t get in the way. She was a little afraid too—her hands were shaky as she stroked his back and the curve of his head, but the nervousness didn’t matter.

  Lori’s heart felt like it was flying with a joy too rich for giddiness, and her body was responding quickly. She hadn’t had sex in months. And, while she’d made good use of the vibrator Ander had given her almost a year ago, it just wasn’t the same.

  But now Ander was here. His body was hot and heavy on hers, and his flesh was solid and deliciously tight.

  “Oh, Lori,” Ander said, his voice already thick with desire. He’d pulled out of the deep kiss and was trailing his mouth down her neck toward her breasts. “Fuck, you feel incredible. You have no idea how good you feel.”

  She whimpered in response to his words and then arched up as his mouth closed around one of her nipples. He sucked and flicked his tongue until jolts of pleasure shot down to her heated arousal.

  When she was clawing at his neck, he finally pulled his lips away and mouthed his way down her belly and back up to her other breast. Soon Lori was gasping and mewing and trying to rub her groin against his thigh.

  Ander spent a long time on foreplay. While she was desperately eager to have him inside her, she understood his moving slow.

  So she let him kiss and fondle her until she was sopping wet, writhing, and flushed from head to toe. She clutched frantically at Ander’s head, which was pressed against her belly. One of his hands was tweaking her sensitized nipple while the other was massaging the back of her knee.

  “Ander,” she begged at last, wound so tight she was afraid she was going to come just from foreplay. “Ander, please, I can’t wait anymore.”

  He grunted against her abdomen and then slowly raised his head, as if it was too heavy to lift. His eyes were glazed, and his face deeply flushed. He took a few raspy breaths and stared down at her, sprawled wantonly beneath him. “Yeah,” he said hoarsely. “Neither can I.”

  With eager hands, she helped him position himself between her legs. His cock was fully erect, so hard she was afraid to touch it. So she let him line himself up at her entrance and push the tip of his cock inside.

  His eyes met hers. They were still a little glazed, but she could see the blaze of emotion and the flare of fear mingled in their depths.

  “Me too,” she breathed, tightening her arms around him. “Ander, me too.”

  He understood. He pitched his hips forward.

  Nothing between them now. Nothing at all.

  Lori cried out loudly on the initial penetration. Her inner walls stretched pliantly with the intimate intrusion, but she was tight and he felt so substantial. It didn’t hurt. It was just all so overwhelming.

  After the first surge of aching sensation, her long restrained lust took over.

  Whimpering with pleasure and need, she pumped her hips beneath him involuntarily, too far gone to even wait for him to thrust.

  “Lori,” Ander choked out, his arms bent and his mouth right at her ear. “Fuck, Lori. You’re..
. You’re... Oh fuck.” His hips started to move with hers, their motion fast, clumsy and wild.

  Lori was practically sobbing in pleasure, need, and emotion. They were out of control and wouldn’t last long, but it was so much better than it had ever been before.

  She knew Ander cared for her. He knew she cared for him. And they were sharing something far more than their bodies.

  “Ander,” she gasped, her back arching up as her pelvis bucked shamelessly beneath his. She was so wet she could hear the wet noise of suction beneath the slapping of their skin together and the shaking of the bed. “Ander, gonna come. Oh God! Make me come.”

  Ander released a groan so loud it was almost a shout. His hips pistoned against hers, his cock sliding inside her in tight, primal thrusts. “Lori. I can’t... Fuck, Lori. Come, baby. Come for me.”

  His hoarse, uneven words were the most erotic thing she’d ever heard. The pressure at her center coiled up so tightly she couldn’t keep quiet. She made helpless, rhythmic sounds—something between gasps, sobs, and screams.

  And then she did scream as the tension finally broke.

  Ander came with her, her clenching inner walls trapping him inside her and pulling him into climax too. She cried out Ander’s name with a lot of other wordless sounds as her body bent back like a bow and her pelvis kept riding out the spasms of her pleasure.

  Because Ander came at the same time she did, all she was conscious of was his twisting face, the shuddering tremors that ran through his body, and the breathtaking look of shattering release in his eyes. The choked sounds he made as he came were muffled by her flesh since he bent his head forward to bite the dip of her shoulder.

  They clung together, gasping and kissing with sloppy ardor as she became aware of something she’d never experienced before.

  Ander’s semen inside her.

  He had collapsed on top of her, not pulling off as he always had before. He buried his face against her hair and neck, muttering out incoherent endearments as they both tried to pull themselves together.

  Lori couldn’t remember anything ever feeling as good as his hot, heavy, sated, softening body on hers. She’d never gotten to feel him this way. Never gotten to experience anything after the orgasm.

  When he finally heaved some of his weight off her and met her eyes, his expression wasn’t what she expected. His features were deliciously relaxed, but she saw a flicker of disappointment in his eyes.

  “I’m sorry it wasn’t any better,” he said, sounding awkward and hoarse.

  For a moment Lori’s chest hurt so brutally she couldn’t breathe. “You didn’t think it was good?”

  He stared, blinking several times. “Of course it was good for me. It was— I don’t have words to describe it. But I could barely even make it until you came.” His face twisted, painfully embarrassed. “Pathetic.”

  “Oh,” Lori growled, suddenly so mad she could scratch him. “Just stop it.”

  Ander blinked at her again. He was still propped up above her. His sated cock hadn’t even slipped all the way out of her, and she felt a gush of fluid where they were joined. “What?”

  “I said just stop it.” She took his face in her hands in an attempt to make him understand. “Your role here isn’t to please me. Just get that out of your head. Your role is to be with me. We please each other. And don’t you ever act like I’m expecting a certain kind of performance. You’re not that man anymore. That’s not the way we are together now. So just stop it.”

  Ander stared at her for a long time, and she saw something torn in his expression. Then his mouth started to twitch in that expression she so loved. “Right,” he murmured. “I guess you told me.”

  She pulled him down into a hug. “It was amazing, Ander. Truly. Better than... than anything.”

  “Yeah,” he breathed, pressing kisses into her hair. “For me too.”

  They lay tangled together and kissed for several minutes until Lori felt an inexplicable sensation between her legs.

  “Oh,” she gasped, jerking her lips away from his and trying to focus on what she felt.

  Ander murmured, “Hmm?” as he edged a hand between their bodies to squeeze her breast.

  “You’re getting hard again. That’s quick!”

  With narrowed eyes, he drawled, “Have I ever given you reason to doubt my powers of recovery before.”

  “No,” she admitted with a snicker. “But this seems really quick. Yay me!”

  Ander’s body shook with stifled laughter, and he leaned down to kiss her again, his tongue stroking deeply and hungrily.

  By the time he pulled out of the kiss, he had hardened all the way inside her. He helped her adjust her legs so they were bent up with her heels pressing against his ass.

  The position let him sink inside her more deeply, and they both moaned at the penetration.

  Ander straightened his arms, pulling his chest off hers a little. And he started to thrust with a slow, pleasing rhythm. Every stroke of his body sent tingles of sensation to a newly growing orgasm at her core.

  As they moved together, they held gazes, and she saw everything she needed to know in his eyes. She had no idea how she’d gone so long without seeing, without knowing, without realizing the kind of man Ander really was.

  He wasn’t a cool man, despite the pretense he put on. He was a passionate man who’d learned not to be.

  But now she saw real passion in his eyes, in his expression. And it matched the depth of passion in her own heart.

  He moved over her rhythmically until she came, arching up and gasping out his name, and then he kept thrusting with a deep, naked tenderness until she felt her body clench up once again.

  Drowning in feeling—both emotional and physical—Lori’s irony came to save her. A spark of memory inspired her, and she adjusted her hands so they were clinging to his shoulders.

  Then she started to tap the fingers of one hand in quick succession on his shoulder.

  Ander’s rhythm faltered, and he blinked at her dazedly. She could tell from the tension in his features that he was getting to the end of his control.

  That only made it better.

  “Aren’t you going to lose it?” she asked breathlessly but with a characteristic tartness. “I thought this was what you liked the most.”

  She tapped her fingers some more for good measure, even though she was pretty sure she was going to come with just a little more stimulation.

  Ander’s face transformed with enlightenment, and his elbows buckled. He shook against her, gasping out his amusement as his hips moved in delicious, involuntary thrusts.

  It was so good—and so full of memories—that Lori whimpered in pleasure, her orgasm starting to tighten.

  “Fuck, Lori,” Ander gasped, his body still shaking helplessly. He seemed to be laughing and making love to her at the same time. “You’re incredible.”

  “You too—” Lori’s spine arched as her climax crested, spasms of sensation pulsing in rich tremors through her body. “Oh Ander! Oh yes!”

  Ander let out an uncontrolled exclamation and started rutting for real, pushing against the contractions of her orgasm as he built up to his own release. “Lori,” he grunted, sounding primitive as he ducked his head, clearly on the edge of his control. “Lori, baby.”

  Lori gasped frantically as she started to come down, loving the feel of his wild abandon. “Ander,” she breathed, giving in to the irresistible urge to dig her fingernails into the back of his head.

  Ander made a burst of noise as he froze on the cusp of his climax, his features twisting with leashed pleasure.

  Then his pelvis jerked and twitched against hers, and he rolled his hips with the flood of sensations. He ducked his head down as his cock pulsed inside her. “Love you, love you, love you, love you, love you.”

  The words were mumbled, torn out of him without conscious thought, and released with the last of his breath. They washed over Lori, filling her with a satisfaction she’d never experienced before.


  It all felt so natural—even the repetition making them seem that much more real—that it took her a minute to process what he’d said. His body was softening above her, and she’d just about caught her breath when realization caught up to her.

  She stiffened beneath him. “What?”

  “That’s what you call sex,” Ander murmured fondly, kissing the spot on the dip of her shoulder that he’d bitten earlier. “I thought I’d taught you that a year ago.”

  Lori stifled the urge to laugh at his wit. He must not have realized she’d heard him this time. But she had. He hadn’t been able to restrain himself as well as usual, and she’d come down enough to register the words.

  “That’s what you say when you come?” she asked threadily. “Love you?”

  Now Ander stiffened.

  “That’s what you say?” she demanded, grabbing his face to look him in the eye.

  After a tense pause, Ander’s expression relaxed. “That’s what I said this time.”

  She glared at him suspiciously. “And all those other times you wouldn’t tell me?”

  “Just nonsense,” he said with impressive plausibility. “I told you not to pay any attention.”

  Her heart beating as wildly as the feelings in her heart, Lori begged, “Ander, tell me the truth. You love me?”

  His mouth twisted, but he didn’t look away this time. “Yes. Didn’t you know that?”

  “Well, I thought probably...” She swallowed. “But you hadn’t said it before. You really burst out with the words when you come?”

  “Is something wrong with that?”

  She snickered. “Certainly not. I just didn’t think you’d be so clichéd.” Before he could bristle, she said, “I love you too. You know that, right?”

  Something deep and warm ignited in his eyes. “I thought you probably did. Why else would you hook up with your gigolo?”

  Laughing, she pulled him down into a hug. She just reveled in sappy feelings for a minute before a spark of curiosity prompted her to ask, “But really, Ander. Is that what you said when you came? All the time?” Her voice broke on the possibility.