Tease

by Missy Johnson

  “It’s unlocked,” a female voice called out. Okay then. I pushed the door and walked in, closing it securely behind me.

  There wasn’t much I hadn’t been asked to do, but seeing her draped over the bed, and him standing beside her, I had a feeling I was about to experience a first. Dusk was beginning to settle over the city, the magnificent view capturing my attention for all of a second. Then it was back to them.

  “Hi,” I said, moving toward the bed. She stood up and smiled at me.

  “Hello. Coop, I presume?” she asked. I nodded, shaking her outstretched hand. “I’m Brittany Lewis. This is my husband, Ben.” She placed her hand on Ben’s shoulder. He nodded at me as I tried to read his expression. Nothing. My heart began to pound as I realized I had no idea what I was getting myself into.

  Was he here to watch? Or participate?

  I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt so nervous about what a client wanted. The thrill of not knowing, combined with the endless possibilities racing through my head, was fucking mind-blowing. I’d had plenty of three-ways before, but never involving another man.

  The devil’s three-way.

  The thought of it sent shivers down my spine. I glanced over at Ben. They were a striking couple, both tall, dark haired and attractive. Brittany had an innocence about her that was incredibly intoxicating, and the idea of her riding my cock while her husband watched made me harden instantly.

  “Nice to meet you both,” I said smoothly, walking over to sit in one of the armchairs next to the wood fire. Brittany followed closely behind me. I sat down opposite Ben as Brittany sat on his knee. His arm wrapped around her back, slipping under her shirt, his gaze directly on me.

  “Trust me,” Ben muttered, smirking. “The pleasure is all ours.” He turned Brittany, his lips working their way down her neck.

  My eyes slowly moved over her body. The hem of her flowing black skirt stopped mid-thigh, showcasing long willowy legs. Her hair was caught up in a messy bun with loose strands escaping everywhere. She held her ice blue eyes on mine, her lips twitching into a small smile. My erection pressed against the fabric of my pants. She glanced down, her smile widening, as if she’d just uncovered a secret.

  “So, what were you after this evening?” I said smoothly, smirking at her. I stood up, taking her hand. I pulled her toward me, running my fingernails down the side of her face. She breathed in deeply, her grip tightening on my hand as her eyelids fluttered shut. She combed her fingers through my hair, pulling my body up against hers. Her lips crushed against mine, the sweet taste of her mouth clouding my senses. I was vaguely aware that her husband had slipped in behind her. His hand brushed against my erection as he slipped inside of her panties.

  My body jolted in shock against the feel of his touch. As accidental as it was, it had ignited something inside of me. This was fucking unbelievably arousing. I pulled away from Brittany, watching closely as Ben slipped her dress down over her hips, leaving her between us in only a tiny black lace thong. I reached out, tracing the outside of her nipple, flicking at it softly as it hardened.

  I undid my pants, letting them fall to the ground. I kicked them aside, along with my boxer shorts. My cock swelled at the sight of this sexy beauty in front of me as I eased out of my gray button-up shirt. Her hands curled around my girth like she was handling a golf club. She squeezed firmly, making me gasp.

  “I want you on the bed,” she said, kissing me. I nodded and walked over to the king-sized bed behind us. She climbed on top of me. She unclasped her hair, sending it cascading around her shoulders and her breasts. God, this woman was hot. This whole situation was incredible.

  She pushed me onto the bed, hoisting herself over me until she was straddling my chest. My hands rested on her thighs as she leaned down and kissed me again, her tongue teasing me. Ben kneeled on the side of the bed—suddenly very naked—behind her. Using his hand, he forced her head around until she faced him, and kissed her roughly.

  This felt so surreal. An incredibly sexy woman was straddling me, wearing nothing but a tiny thong while her naked husband made out with her. My fingers continued to explore her flesh, now focusing on the soft skin at the very top of her inner thigh. She jumped as my fingers trailed along the outside of her pussy, over the damp lacy strip of fabric that was her underwear. She moaned as I threatened to enter her.

  “God yes,” she mumbled.

  Ben disappeared behind her as I slowly moved a finger inside of her. Suddenly I felt the unmistakable sensation of a mouth wrapping around my cock. My back arched as his tongue wound its way around my length, sucking me slowly, and deliberately.

  Fuck. Holy shit.

  There were no words that could appropriately explain what I was feeling. I’d never fantasized about receiving head from another man, and never in a million years would I have thought I’d enjoy it, but this whole experience was fucking amazing.

  A mouth was a mouth, and when the owner knew how to work it, what hope did my dick have?

  I squeezed my arms under Brittany’s thighs and moved her up to my face. She cried out, grabbing at my hair as my tongue ran along the inside of her lips. My legs clenched as Ben began to suck me faster, his mouth moving rapidly up and down my shaft. I plunged my tongue inside of her, my grip on her legs tensing as my whole body began to throb, screaming for release.

  “God, Coop. Harder,” cried Brittany, riding the movements of my tongue.

  I felt her juices trickle down my neck as I nibbled on her clit. I gasped, jamming my tongue deeper inside her tight pussy as my back lifted violently off the bed. I could feel his hands on my ass as I pushed myself further into his mouth. Brittany jerked forward, crying out, but I could barely hear her. I was lost in my own release as I sprayed abruptly into his mouth. The feeling was euphoric as he sucked the remaining juices off my cock. I gently flicked my tongue as Brittany whimpered softly, her pussy so swollen and sensitive that my touch was too much for her.

  Then she was off me, flipped over onto the bed. I lay there, unable to move as Ben fucked his wife in front of me. His thrusts were fast and full of frustration, the need to come intense. Forcing myself onto my side, I kissed her neck, my fingers running over her breasts as his thrusts got slower and further in between.

  God I loved my job.

  “Do you think you could go again?”

  I turned to Brittany, a smile on my face. Again? I sure as hell wanted to give it a go. Ben smirked at me, his eyebrows raised.

  “Are you feeling adventurous?” he asked lightly.

  Adventurous? Wasn’t that what I’d just been? I nodded, trying to ignore the twinge of anxiety pulling in my stomach. With no idea what he had in mind, I felt like I was walking in the dark, with no idea where I was headed and no idea whether a truck was going to come out of nowhere and flatten me. I watched as he stood up and approached me.

  “Can I kiss you?” he asked, standing in front of me.

  I nodded, my voice not working. Another first. I had never kissed a guy before. I looked down and saw that Brittany had positioned herself between us, her hands curled around each of our cocks. I breathed in as she took me in her mouth, gently sucking on the tip of my cock.

  Ben reached out his arm, his fingers brushing over my cheek before settling around my neck. He slowly moved me closer to him, until our lips met. His kiss was rough, not soft like Brittany’s, but there was something sexy about the way his tongue circled around mine while his wife took my length in her mouth.

  The two sensations almost exploded against one another—the feel of her mouth on my cock while his lips crushed against mine. I was so hard, I felt at any moment I was going to come.

  “Oh Jesus,” I muttered, closing my eyes. I pulled away from Ben, unable to concentrate on anything but my own pleasure right at that moment. I sighed, vaguely aware as he took my hand and curled it around his erection.

  My grip inadvertently tightened as Brittany began to suck me harder. Her speed increased, her gag reflex seemingly no
nexistent as she worked my length from end to end.

  “Oh yeah,” I groaned, my whole body tensing as I came hard. Ben gasped, his hand closing over mine, jerking it back and forth as he released. Brittany smiled up at me, her tongue still circling the tip of my dick. I looked down at her on her knees, her innocence almost enough to make me hard again.

  I left the hotel feeling a sense of satisfaction, and confusion. Good on me for trying something different, but holy shit, the level of enjoyment I’d gotten out of that ‘scenario’ made me feel a more than a little bit uneasy. What I’d done today, while eye opening and something I’d never regret, left me feeling vulnerable.

  Even I had boundaries, and I thought I’d just reached one.

  Chapter Four

  My alarm went off at ten in the morning.

  Disgustingly early, I know, but I had so much to do that day that I was already running late. I climbed out of bed wishing I could’ve gotten just another half hours sleep—because that would’ve made all the difference. I made my way to the kitchen to put on some coffee, and then headed for the shower.

  After putting in a load of laundry, I cleaned up the kitchen by throwing everything in the dishwasher and switching it on, then I grabbed my keys and wallet and shot out the door.

  On the way to see Mom I stopped at the store for a bunch of flowers and a few magazines that she probably wouldn’t end up reading. They would get thrown on top of the stack of unread magazines that already sat beside her bed.

  I pulled into a parking spot at The Childerdale Center and climbed out of the car. I grabbed the magazines and flowers from the backseat. Lilies were Mom’s favorite, and every week I brought her a fresh bunch. There was something soothing about the smell of fresh flowers that made everything seem a little bit brighter.

  As I approached the entrance, I walked up to the security keypad and punched in the code. The doors buzzed, then swung open, allowing me to walk inside. They shut just as quickly behind me. I smiled as I approached the front desk when I saw who was standing there chatting to the receptionist. She spotted me, her eyes lighting up.

  “Liam, I was wondering if I’d see you today.”

  I winked at Lucy and handed her one of the lilies. She giggled, her face going a bright shade of red. Lucy was a good ten years older than I was, and my mother’s main nurse. Having consistent staff looking after each patient was another reason I’d chosen this facility for Mom; it was less confusing for her than if she’d had to remember a dozen or more nurses.

  Lucy was a sweetheart. She took care of Mom like she would her own mother, and she loved to flirt with me shamelessly. I didn’t doubt that if she knew what I did for a living she’d add herself to the top of my list. And would that be a bad thing? No. She was a pretty, curvy redhead with lots of spunk. I could see beauty in every woman.

  “You know I can’t stay away from you.” I leaned across the counter and flashed her a smile. “How is she today?”

  “Not too bad. We’ve had a pretty good morning. We remembered the day, and what we’d ordered for breakfast. We even remembered that you usually come in on Thursdays.”

  Wow. That was progress. I gave Lucy another wink and walked down to Mom’s room, smiling at an elderly lady I passed on the way.

  “Knock, knock.” I hit lightly on the open door. Mom was sitting at her table, reading the paper. She looked up and smiled.

  “Liam.” Her face lit up and I saw the recognition in her eyes. I sighed. She remembered me. I walked over and kissed her forehead and handed her the flowers.

  “For you.” I sat them down on the bed.

  “Oh, honey. It’s been so long since anyone brought me flowers.” She beamed at me. I didn’t have the heart to tell her it was only last week, or that every week she said the same thing to me.

  “How have you been?” I asked, sitting down opposite her.

  “Good. Same old same old around here. I’m not sure where your father is…?” She craned her neck to see out the door, shaking her head, her eyes flashing with annoyance. My heart plummeted. Forgetting that Dad had died over twenty years ago was something Mom did often. Having to remind her he was gone was not fun.

  “Mom,” I began gently, “Dad died back in 1992, remember? Nic and I were only little.” Her face clouded over as the memory of Dad dying came back. I couldn’t imagine how painful it would be having to be reminded of that every single day.

  “What happened?” she asked me tearfully. I explained it to her as I did every week: He’d had cancer of the liver. He’d fought hard for a year, then it had spread so much that treatment wasn’t an option. The last few months we all spent together, creating memories.

  Memories that this disease would end up robbing from my mother.

  I stayed with Mom until after lunch before I did some shopping and then headed back home. With an appointment at five, I had enough time to kick back and relax for a few minutes and then be on my way.

  I threw a frozen dinner in the microwave and put it on high for five minutes. While I was waiting, I grabbed a can of soda and took it over to the sofa. Setting it down on the coffee table, I arrived back in the kitchen just as the microwave finished.

  Yum. Frozen pot roast.

  I stabbed at it with my fork, washing down the flavorless meat with mouthfuls of soda. It wasn’t great, but it still beat my own cooking. I forced the last mouthful down, and threw the container in the trash. Maybe I needed to hire a personal chef.

  I freshened up—by which I mean I washed my face and changed my shirt, then headed out. I drove toward the hotel where my next client was waiting still thinking about Mom. I was so nervous the treatment wasn’t working. Too many days she seemed to be going backward. That had to be a bad sign. The worst thing about it was deep down, if I were completely honest with myself, a small part of me looked forward to the time when I could start the next phase of my life. Quit escorting. Do something else. God I felt so guilty even thinking about it, and maybe that was why I was so invested in doing everything I could to help Mom now. After all she’s done for me, it mortified me that even think about the future, when she was no longer around. Don’t get me wrong, I knew it was my choice to do what I do—nobody was holding a gun to my head. Plenty of other people have problems and deal with them.

  I was definitely not as together as the front I put on.

  Chapter Five

  Have you ever had that thought where you find yourself in a moment and wonder how the hell you got there?

  Take right then for example: there I was, my foot resting on the edge of the bath in the penthouse of one of the most expensive hotels in New York with a fucking naked Oscar-winning actress bent over in front of me, taking my cock up her ass. And this was one hell of a bathroom to fuck anyone in; marble and brass everywhere, spotlessly clean (at least it was five minutes ago) and a deep Japanese-style plunge bath I hoped to be soaking in later. That was the one thing I missed in my apartment—a bath.

  For sixty, Melinda Diveno certainly still had a healthy sexual appetite. She was “happily” married to her husband of over twenty years, but what I found most interesting about her was that out of respect to him, she declined any role with a graphic sex scene. Yet she saw no problem with paying me two grand to fuck her senseless twice a month.

  “Oh lord, harder!” she cried, craning her neck as my grip on her waist tightened. This was it—she was about to orgasm, and I wasn’t far off either. Whoever said you couldn’t mix work with pleasure obviously wasn’t getting paid for sex.

  “Come on, Melinda, come for me baby,” I crooned softly, as pushed myself harder and faster.

  She whimpered as her body released.

  I closed my eyes, my jaw tightening as I came, hard. “God, Mel, you’re so fucking sexy.” I pulled out of her and spun her around. Gripping her neck, my thumb resting on her chin, I tilted her head and kissed her roughly. She wrapped her arms around me, her lips crushing against mine.

  “You’re such a sweetie, Coop.” She s
miled and moved away, grabbing the bathrobe from the hook behind the door and sliding it over her shoulders before walking out into the living room. “Can I get you a drink?”

  “Sure, thanks.” I wrapped a towel loosely around my waist and walked in after her. The king-sized bed, complete with a mountain of pillows and a plush duvet, sat against the far wall. The floor-to-ceiling windows showed part of the reason why this hotel was voted New York’s finest at the last year’s Hotel Association Awards—the view was fucking spectacular. I walked over to the two burgundy suede armchairs that sat in front of the TV, sliding down onto one. Melinda smiled at me, her face still flushed from our earlier fun.

  She handed me a glass of wine. Her robe fitted snugly against her tight, slim body. She was hot, but then again, most of my clients were. I eyed her as she sat in the other chair, her robe slipping open, exposing her long, lean legs.

  “I have no idea how I survived without you, Coop.” She stretched, lifting the glass to her lips. “You’re amazing.”

  “I aim to please. Besides, fucking you is a privilege. You’re Melinda Diveno, for Christ’s sake. I feel like I should be paying you,” I chuckled softly.

  I finished my wine and then went back to the bathroom to take a shower. Melinda came in as I soaped myself up. She watched me for a moment, her eyes not straying from my cock. Finally she looked up.

  “I’m off, darling. I’ll see you next week. Stay for the night if you want to. Order room service.” She blew me a kiss and left.

  She never showered after our sessions, which struck me as odd, considering she was going home to her husband. I don’t know about you, but I can smell sex on a person—especially a woman. There is something about the fragrance of a woman’s scent after she’s been intimate that is enough to drive me insane. Maybe her husband knew what she was up to, and maybe he didn’t. Not my problem. My only concern was making sure she was satisfied with the service I’d provided and making sure I treated her with the respect she deserved.