The Billionaire and the Escort

by Evelyn Mahony

  “Josh, honey, he’s much older than you.” She repeated his words, and there was concern in them. “You’re a handsome boy, and if he’s taking advantage of you—”

  “No one is taking advantage of anyone. He…he treats me like a gift, Ma. You should see the place we’re staying, the food we eat. In Jamaica, he—”

  “Jamaica? Joshua, when—?”

  “Shit… Shoot,” he amended quickly, sighing heavily as he realized his mistake as his mother used his first and middle names again in admonishment. “Sorry. He just… He’s so good to me. I promise. If he weren’t, I wouldn’t have flown here with him.”

  “Are you two serious now? I mean, you’re in Italy, for goodness’ sakes! I just wished you’d mentioned him to me. I saw you a few weeks ago, and when I asked if you’d met anyone, you said you hadn’t. It says here he’s bisexual and out. I know you are too, so why would you lie? Is he making you lie?”

  Josh winced at her hurt, worried tone. He’d always told her everything, except for his escorting. He couldn’t very well tell her now and that it was how he’d met James. Chewing his lip, he was careful but honest with his next words. “He’d never ask me to lie. He’s a good man, really. He’s kind, and he’s so generous. He always makes sure I’m comfortable and happy. We laugh. I— We’re not serious. I mean…not yet, I don’t think,” he said, because even the thought of someday ever being serious made his stomach tumble. “But he’s great, Ma. I swear… He makes me so happy.” The more the words came out, the more Josh realized how true they were. He leaned his head back on the couch and closed his eyes, smiling. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. But I know you’d love him.”

  There was silence on the line and Josh managed to rein his smile in as he waited for her reply.

  “Sounds like you really like this man,” Sarah replied, hesitance evident in her voice over the line. “I just don’t want my baby getting hurt by some powerful tycoon-type. Are you sure he’s taking care of you? If you’re… Are you safe with him? He’s not into any of that—”

  “Mom!” Josh exclaimed, his face flaming, despite him being alone, “Yes, we’re safe, and yes, he takes care of me. I wouldn’t put myself in something that wasn’t safe. You know that!”

  “It’s my job to worry about you, sweetheart. As soon as I saw these pictures, I had the worst fears. You have to understand that. You look awful happy in them, but I couldn’t be sure without hearing your voice.”

  Josh looked back down at the computer in his lap, and she was right. He did look happy. Actually, they both did. They were walking hand in hand, and Josh could remember the exact moment. He was smiling at James as he explained something about the architecture of the building they were next to. Josh actually looked like he was in awe as he listened, which showed just how evident his affection for James actually was. Josh’s cheeks grew hotter the longer he stared at the photo. “I’m sorry I worried you. I didn’t mean to. I was trying not to by not telling you. I’m good, I promise. I’ll be home in two days, and I’ll come right over and tell you everything.”

  She seemed to accept his apology and his words as they chatted for a few more minutes. As he hung up the phone with an ‘I love you, I’ll see you in a few days,’ he let himself stare at the paparazzi photos for another minute. He was just about to close the laptop when James’ voice startled him out of his daydream about their previous day’s adventure and how actually true his words had been to his mother.

  “I want you to know that I know. I shouldn’t have listened, but I walked in and she was on speaker and I heard everything. I’m sorry.”

  Josh jumped out of his skin, his laptop sliding off his lap as he stood quickly, spinning to face James where he was standing at the entrance to the living room. He looked sheepish as hell, his tie hanging undone around his neck and his suit coat in his hands. “I didn’t hear you come in,” was all he could muster. James offered him a gentle smile.

  “I figured.”

  They stood and stared at each other for a long moment before Josh cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck. “Listen… About what you heard, I—”

  “No, no.” He waved a hand, shaking his head. “I shouldn’t be making you lie to your mother. I’m sorry.”

  “You didn’t make me do anything. She doesn’t know what I do, and if I told her it would break her heart. I just had to keep it up for her” And I meant everything I said, screamed itself inside his mind, the words dying on his lips as he stared at James and tried to read his expression. On impulse, Josh walked around the couch, running a hand through his wild, messy hair as he ignored how un-fancy he was in his ripped jeans and white T-shirt next to James’ business attire. “She just worries about me. And I’m the one who didn’t tell her I was going overseas. She’s protective.” He shrugged a little and offered James a half smile. “Did you see the pictures?” he asked curiously.

  James nodded. “I did. I was going to tell you about them when I got home. My PR team is working to have them removed and to maintain your privacy. I’m really sorry that happened. Some amateur photographer sold them. This stuff happens occasionally.” James sighed heavily and ran a hand through his own hair, and Josh suddenly wished to do the same. “I’m still sorry.” Josh could tell by his tone and that gentle, wounded expression that he was sincere.

  He took a step forward, resting a hand on James’ forearm, out of second nature at this point. “Seriously, it’s fine. It was good to hear her voice, and I know she still loves me.” He laughed, trying to lighten the situation with some humor. “She called you handsome, at least, so there’s that.” Josh smiled hopefully, trying to ease James’ concern. He wasn’t worried about it negatively affecting his life back home, since his name wasn’t written in the article and his clients knew he was away. He’d have to send the pics to Nadia and Andrew later, if for nothing other than a laugh.

  “Yeah? I missed that part. I came in around the time she was calling me your ‘wealthy, much-older boyfriend’.” There was finally humor in his eyes, but something else Josh couldn’t place. Josh flushed, knowing everything he’d said after.

  “Well…as far as everyone knows, that’s what you are. Those are just facts.” He shrugged, feigning seriousness.

  “And everything else you said?”

  Josh raised his eyes immediately to James, a little surprised by the forward question. While he couldn’t remember every word he’d said, he had a general idea and flushed hotly. “Yeah,” Josh replied a little more wistfully than he’d intended, knowing that no matter how much he meant it, it wasn’t about to change anything. “I meant all of it. You’re wonderful, Jamie. There’s no way around that.”

  James stood quietly for a long moment, long enough to make Josh start to worry he’d said the wrong thing. His cheeks were pink as well and Josh admired that as he waited for a reply, holding his breath. “Nah. I’m not that great,” James replied, a noticeable change to his voice—a little lower, a little huskier. Josh felt it to his very core.

  “Pretty sure I’ve already made up my mind on that one. I’m the one who’s been in your presence almost nonstop for the past two weeks,” he replied, letting himself close the gap between them. James stayed where he was, but his body language invited Josh closer, the jacket leaving his hands as he reached for Josh.

  “I’ve just got you tricked.” A ghost of a grin lit James’ features slightly as Josh made sure there was minimal distance between them. James was a magnet he was drawn to and there was no denying himself the man when they were in close proximity and alone. James didn’t seem to mind as he found Josh’s waist and gripped tightly. “I ain’t that good, pal,” he murmured softly, caressing the skin under Josh’s shirt. He shuddered.

  “I’ll fight you to the end of the line on that,” Josh replied before he shushed James with a slow kiss, ending the discussion with something he’d been craving since the man had left that morning. It was slow, almost tentative, as if he were prepared for James to bolt. That didn’t ha
ppen, though, as James wound his arms around Josh and he pulled their bodies together, chest to chest, as their tongues danced, the taste of James making Josh need him even more than he already thought he did.

  James didn’t reply with words, but his kisses were telling. Josh took the reins, backing James gently against the archway where they stood, pressing himself against the man as their deep, languid kisses continued. James’ beard was scraping his face as they both groped, letting the kisses take over. Josh forgot about the pictures, about his mother’s call and his own internal confession. He focused solely on James, on making him groan, on getting him to let out those whispery little noises he made when Josh found a particularly good spot.

  Josh pushed his thigh against James’ hardness, making the man shake. “Fuck,” he gasped into Josh’s mouth, grabbing Josh’s ass to knead. “Kissing you is… Oh God…”

  Josh wanted to press for what exactly he was going to finish that sentence with, but the friction on his own cock from their grinding position against the door was making him groan instead. He chased the feeling while rubbing his leg against James, letting his mouth wander low on the man’s neck. James happily and eagerly granted him access, twisting his head up and away so his whole neck was bared to Josh for the assault.

  “You keep doing that, and I’m gonna need you to fuck me right here.”

  Josh chuckled darkly against James’ throat. “I’ve got something better in mind,” he said as he took James’ hand and pulled him off the wall and up the stairs to the bedroom.

  They were already half naked once they made it there. It was a short trip up the stairs, but they’d been busy. Josh’s shirt was on the stairs, James’ somewhere in the foyer. James’ shoes had been discarded, his tie and belt gone. Josh was already stroking him with a tight grip through open pants and James was rubbing Josh through his jeans, fumbling with the button because Josh had him absolutely wrecked against the wall inside their bedroom.

  It was so easy for them, Josh realized amid the passion and need. They just did this. It had never been this easy before, always a little awkward and contrived with other clients. But with James it all clicked into place. And Josh’s body wanted nothing more than to react to James’ every touch and noise.

  They kissed frantically as James tried to get Josh’s jeans down his hips. His grunts of frustration only made Josh’s heart clench in that odd, adorable way. It was a joint effort until they were pooled at his feet, revealing nothing underneath. James looked very pleased as he leaned back to survey the sight.

  “Mmm-m, need to taste you, sweet boy,” he murmured with intent before he pushed off the wall and shoved Josh into the room. Their laughter was natural through more kisses until Josh found himself flopping onto the bed. He positioned himself in the middle as James shed his pants and boxer briefs, making Josh’s mouth water.

  “God, I love when you’re feisty, Daddy,” Josh groaned as James climbed over him, kneeling between his spread legs. His cock was already weeping against his belly, begging to be touched. James didn’t seem to have the patience to wait.

  “Can’t help it. You make me this way, baby boy,” he replied before he leaned down without further ado and took Josh into his mouth with no hands. Watching that bearded mouth work him over was something Josh knew he’d never get tired of. Sliding his hands in James’ hair, he didn’t push or fuss, simply gave in to the assault that was James’ mouth.

  It was hot and wet and perfect, and Josh could hardly keep his eyes open to watch. Straining, he held it together as best he could. He felt more than saw James’ hand on himself. When he finally cracked an eye open, he took in such a pretty sight. James was working himself open while he sucked Josh down deep and hard. Josh jolted and pulled James off by his hair, panting and struggling to keep it together. “Holy…fuck…”

  “Getting myself ready for you, baby boy,” James rasped, wiping his mouth with his hand as he adjusted his position and arched his back. Josh’s mouth fell open in awe as he watched James prep himself. It was something Josh hadn’t known he’d needed to see. It was exceptionally sexy.

  “You gonna get on my cock, Daddy? Ride me?” Josh purred, dragging his hands up and down James’ arms and shoulders, hungry for more. James’ groan was broken as rocked harder onto his own fingers.

  “B-bare,” he began, stuttering over his words as his face flushed. “I wanna ride you with nothing between us. D-dying to feel you… Please, Josh, please…”

  Desperation filled his voice, heated and hungry, and it was evident in the blue gaze he lifted that he meant it. It was filled with pleading.

  Josh didn’t break his rules. It kept him safe. It kept him separated. But with James looking at him like that, it made his heart clench in a way he wasn’t ready for. His body went hot. Oh fuck.

  Even though his resolve was fracturing already, he still muttered a weak, hesitant, “Jamie…”

  “Please,” James begged, looking Josh in the eyes and making his heart race even harder. “I want it so bad. Can’t stop thinking about it. Do it all the time…”

  Josh couldn’t say no to this man. Even though he knew better, that crossing this line would lead to no good, he simply could do nothing but give in.

  “You wanna feel just me, handsome? Want my cock inside you with nothing else?” He couldn’t believe himself, but something inside him cracked. Oh shit, I’m in so deep…

  “God yes,” James all but moaned, and his entire body shuddered as if his words alone had sent a rush of pleasure through his veins. “Want you to come inside me, Josh. Wanna feel it…”

  It was almost enough to make Josh lose it right there. “You’re killin’ me, Daddy,” he groaned, grabbing at James to pull him closer. “C’mon, baby. Come get what you want.”

  Grabbing the towel Josh hasn’t even known was near, James stopped his prep quickly, wiped his wet hand and moved up Josh’s body. Peppering kisses as he came, Josh found himself tensing and eagerly awaiting the feel of a hot body surrounding him. It had been so long, and he just prayed he’d be able to last long enough to get James off, because this was going to feel that good.

  He reached for the lube and was surprised when James handed it to him with a shy smile, having obviously used it to open himself up. He popped the lid squeezed the slick liquid over the red tip of his length, watched as it dropped down to cover his flesh. Josh grasped himself and heaved a sigh. Oh, oh, this is going to feel so good, and it will be with James. Josh was sure he would not survive.

  James stared with those starved eyes as Josh made sure his skin was slippery. James hovered, occasionally dropping kisses to Josh’s lips until Josh reached between them to stroke James’ cock. “You sure you’re ready, handsome?” Josh asked quietly but with great concern. James nodded adamantly.

  “Beyond fuckin’ ready,” he assured him, and Josh drew him down for a kiss. It was desperate but deep, and Josh felt like his soul would jump out of his body.

  “Well, take your time anyway.” Josh needed this to last. He needed to memorize every inch of James’ body enveloping him—and the way James looked while taking his cock…

  James chuckled a little as he positioned himself, one hand on Josh’s broad chest and the other on one cheek, separating himself for Josh’s length. Josh held his cock up and still, his breath hitching as he waited for the feeling of heat. James dropped his hips, seeking out the wet head and letting it probe against his loosened hole. It was a tease that made him gasp, and James did it a few times, enough to make Josh wonder if he could feel the slit in his tip. Josh was about to crawl out of his skin if James didn’t sit down on him in the next few seconds—

  Then he did and… “Oh fuck, oh fuck,” James chanted as his body opened to allow the head of Josh’s cock inside him. Josh stopped breathing at the sensations. James’ body was tight, despite how James had gotten himself ready, and Josh had a brief moment of wondering why in the hell was he sleeping around when he could have this every night with James—no condoms, no need f
or anything but their bodies together. It sounded like heaven and it felt even better. While the thought was a fantasy, it was the fantasy Josh craved.

  Josh’s focus bounced from where their bodies met to James. James was flushed, glistening from sweat already. His cock was hard, jutting out as he held himself just on Josh’s tip for a moment. Josh roamed his hands up his thighs, caressing in a gentle form to let James know it was okay to take his time, even though he might explode. “F-feels so g-g-ood,” Josh stuttered. The view was exquisite and the feeling of James’ body slowly wrapping around him was…incredible.

  James was panting, both hands now on Josh’s chest as he slowly started to ease down. Their gazes met and Josh reached up immediately, overcome. “So beautiful,” he whispered. James’ broke out in a smile, before his mouth fell open in an O as he sank lower.

  “G-God, Josh… It’s so… I’m… It’s…”

  “Different,” Josh finished, stroking James’ cock twice. “It feels better than anything,” and it was true. To be inside him bare was so wrong—and yet it felt so good. “Take it all, handsome. That’s it, good boy.”

  James’ settled against Josh’s thighs, their bodies flush as they both panted. Josh wanted to come right then, and judging by the tight look on James’ face, he did too. Instead, Josh pulled him down into a hungry kiss, as their bodies stayed joined and still.

  Then somewhere mid kiss, James started to move. Josh saw stars as James rocked his hips experimentally. Josh gripped his waist encouraging but not demanding. James had the control for now. He needed to warm up.

  Thus began a slow crescendo. They began to move together, Josh following every sway of James’ hips as he rode Josh harder and harder. His movements gained momentum and their groans mingled with the sounds of sex throughout the room. It was surreal for Josh, being engulfed by the wet heat of James’ body over and over, knowing nothing separated them. When he’d fantasized about this, it was always with someone he loved—a fact that subconsciously hit him square in the chest. He ached for the man above him, who whimpered his name and who held on to his chest for dear life.