Say You Need Me

by Carrie Lomax

  “There’s a lot of money in business development, if you’re good at it. Some companies use consultants to help them get an edge in the pitch or procurement process.” Olivia cast her a speculative glance.

  Janelle couldn’t hide her wistfulness. It was nice to fantasize about being good at something for once, but if business development meant dealing with money, she’d probably get tripped up by her credit problems before she got started.

  As if he sensed her thoughts, Trent leaned close. “You already got me one contact. The only viable one so far.”

  “I’m glad I could help, Mace.” An ember of satisfaction flared in her chest, bright and scorching. She’d done something right, for once. She’d helped him.

  The title of the next session Trent was going to didn’t sound like English, so instead Janelle tailed Olivia to one on government procurement for IT contractors instead.

  “This is my bread-and-butter,” Olivia explained. “Solid, long-term contracts that pay decently and on time. I’m providing for my extended family.” She flashed a grin.

  “Extended family?”

  “I hire veterans, mostly. A lot of them struggle in the civilian workforce. I provide good jobs, and I get to make all the big decisions.”

  “Does Tr… er…Mace run his business the same way?” Janelle asked.

  “Nah, he likes the specialist security work. He keeps his team small, works them hard. It’s a riskier path, but that’s his style. He has a talent for thinking five steps ahead of anyone else. He struggles with the human connection, and so much of IT and business is about the human element. I’m glad you’re here, Rachel. You’re good at getting people to talk, and if anyone needs to, it’s our man Mason.” Olivia winked as she used Janelle’s fake name.

  Our man. Olivia made her feel like part of a team. She knew exactly what to say to make Janelle feel capable and bold. She drank in the feeling of competence, so different from her usual defeated inertia. Janelle again took notes, intent on learning everything she could. She’d come here looking for a path forward, and, unexpectedly, she might’ve found one.

  * * *

  When Janelle arrived back at the room, the shower was running again. What the heck was he doing in there? Was he OCD?

  The next event was a cocktail mixer. Armed with her new understanding of the field and Olivia’s encouragement, Janelle planned to make business contacts like it was her job. She was going hunting for business cards.

  Housekeeping had stopped by, so she found all the sheets and blankets and began remaking the couch into a bed. Absorbed in laying out the unruly white cloth, Trent’s voice startled the hell out of her.

  “Nice view.” He smirked, naked but for his boxer briefs.

  Janelle whipped around so hard, the ends of her hair smacked her cheek. Her ass had been exposed as she bent to tuck in the bedding, skimpy thong and all. A flush of heat coursed through her as she sat said behind on the couch.

  “Likewise.” She narrowed her eyes.

  “Nothing I haven’t seen before,” he smirked, sprawling out across the bed to give her a front-row view of his package. It grew longer and stiffer. Janelle felt her eyes widen. Trent had a truly impressive cock. The glimpse she’d had this morning had confirmed the video proof from yesterday. Now she was watching him get hard, just talking to her.

  Tongue-tied, Janelle tried to breathe. No oxygen reached her lungs. They burned. All of her burned.

  If you make another move like that, I can’t promise not to take you up on it.

  If she made a move, he’d fuck her. Would it hurt? Trent’s cock was huge. She’d give anything to feel like Penny had in that video, which she’d watched the morning Trent had left her alone with his computer. All the way to the end, where Penny had put a strange device up his ass. No wonder he was hung up about that video. He must’ve taken a ton of flak while he was serving in the military.

  It sure looked as if he’d enjoyed it, though.

  “I’m a good girl.” She swallowed. She’d come here to try on being bad. What was the worst thing that could happen if she asked Trent to sleep with her?

  He might split her in two with his massive cock. Definitely not worth the risk.

  “So you keep telling me. But you’re the one who came to Las Vegas to have sex with a stranger for money.” Trent truly didn’t seem fazed by her idiot plan. He didn’t judge her for it, only pointed out her inconsistency.

  “I backed out when I realized it was a terrible idea!” Janelle threw the pillow at him. “Put some clothes on, Trent.”

  Before she threw herself at him, instead.

  He didn’t. He caught the pillow, gave it a fluff, and lay back with his hands behind his head. The tattoo on his oblique was clearly visible, a tribal motif that probably didn’t mean anything. It was the kind of decoration an eighteen-year-old left to his own devices would think cool. “Hope you’re enjoying the view from up there on your high horse.”

  Her cheeks flamed. Janelle wished she’d brought more t-shirts and khakis so she wouldn’t have to sit here in her thong and short skirt staring at her roommate’s mouthwatering chest. Her limited wardrobe made his point for him. She’d packed for a weekend in bed, not a business conference. She’d come here to experience casual sex in a context that wouldn’t ever get mixed up in her real life, only to discover that being ordered to get on her knees and give her sugar daddy a blowjob was nauseating, not hot.

  Janelle shuddered at the memory.

  “I can prove I’m a good girl, Trent Mason.” Why was she so obsessed with this?

  “Yeah? How?” He grinned up skeptically, the sharp lines of his face turning wolfish. She wished she had another pillow to toss at him.

  “I didn’t like anything Rich Jerk tried to do to me. Most of which wasn’t dissimilar to what you and Penny did in the video. Which I watched.”

  That wiped the smugness of his handsome face. Good. Get your feet back in those high-horse stirrups, Janie.

  “Maybe because he wasn’t the right person to try it with,” Trent shot back.

  Suddenly Janelle was clinging to her high horse’s saddle for dear life. If he made the slightest move she knew she’d jump at the chance to try it all—the dirty talk, any position he wanted her in, even putting something in his ass, if he wanted it. The idea made her abdomen clenched, hard. She shifted on the little couch, cursing the short skirt as it rode up high over her thigh. He didn’t need to see the wet spot on the crotch of her thong. She wiggled her bottom, looking for relief. The blanket and sheet slid halfway to the floor.

  “If you’re not comfortable on the couch, you can take the bed tonight. I’ll sleep on the floor. I’ve slept worse places.”

  “It’s your room. You keep the bed.” The reason for her discomfort had nothing to do with stiff foam and polyester stain-resistant upholstery. She could lie to him all she wanted, but she’d never fool herself. “We could share, if you promise to stay on your side.”

  The outline of his dick stirred under his boxer shorts. Not that she’d stolen a glance or three. The man was delicious, and he was putting it all out there for her to enjoy. Janelle could only look on helplessly, clinging to her good girl status even though she was less and less certain what it meant.

  Or that she wanted it anymore.

  “Probably not a wise idea,” he finally responded before picking up his book from the nightstand.

  “It would be fine,” Janelle declared airily. “We’ve established I don’t like dirty sex. Your innocence is safe, whatever’s left of it.”

  The rest of the blankets slid off the couch and puddled in the gap between the bed as she shifted again, trying to ease the pressure between her legs and still maintain some modesty. She was such a liar. Her body was burning for his touch. She shouldn’t be this turned on. All they were doing was talking.

  “I can’t say the same for yours.” He sat up and swung his legs into the gap between the bed and the couch.

  Janelle was very aware of Trent�
��s large, nearly naked form two feet away. Her pulse rate picked up like the time she’d accidentally hit the treadmill button for top speed. All she could think about was the sensation of his hands holding her wrists as he’d kissed her in the nicest dirty way possible.

  Harder. Longer. Now.

  It could only lead to frustration and disappointment. Loss.

  More failure.

  “Besides, Janie, we haven’t established anything, other than the fact that we have enough chemistry to blow up a lab.”

  Words, only words. Janelle swallowed, but couldn’t respond. She was so focused on watching his face move closer, she didn’t notice her skirt had hiked up again she tucked her legs up under her on the couch to avoid touching Trent’s hairy calves. If they made contact she’d spontaneously combust. Her obituary could not read burst into flames mid-conversation at Las Vegas casino hotel; horniness suspected as cause. It would be a fitting end to her humiliating life, though.

  He sat on the edge of the bed, facing her, beyond semi-erect and not caring that she could see it. That’s what she got for trying to play it cool this morning.

  Nothing you haven’t already seen, girl.

  She wanted a better view. She wanted to touch. She wanted him in her mouth. “I’ll prove it to you.”

  Janelle leaned forward, her hands gripping the couch beside her knees, her feet back on the floor. Her lips closed chastely over his. Trent grunted softly and raised one hand to her face to pull her closer. Gently, he pressed his tongue to her lips. Janelle didn’t try to resist. She kissed him back as dirty as anything as he’d done to her in the hallway. Lightheaded, she tasted him until they were devouring one another, wet and openmouthed.

  He broke contact to move next to her on the couch and hauled her into his lap. “I’m not sure what you’re trying to prove, Janie, but keep going.”

  She couldn’t remember, either. Trent’s hands kneaded her naked ass cheeks as her hips ground against his erection. Janelle hissed, so far gone that even minimal contact threatened to send her over the edge.

  He tugged her tank top up. Janelle sat back to pull it over her head. She tossed it aside and hesitated. She wasn’t going to have sex with someone she’d met barely twenty-four hours ago. But the way he was staring at her breasts in their pretty lace prison made remembering her boundaries extremely difficult. For the first time in her life, Janelle was happy to have been excessively endowed in the boobs department.

  The tip of his tongue poked out from his sensuous bottom lip and licked slowly across before disappearing. “Janie. Jesus. You’re incredible.”

  Then, he leaned forward to kiss his way over the tops of her breasts. If there was any blood left in her brain, it immediately rushed to swell them against the fabric of her bra. Trent sucked a sensitized nipple through the sheer lace, and she arched against him; Janelle clutched his short hair as every nerve sang and her nipple tightened painfully.

  “Off,” she gasped. “Take it off.”

  He fumbled with the clasp in the center of her back. “I can’t figure it out.”

  Janelle almost laughed. “Aren’t you an expert at this?”

  Trent smiled, but the joy in eyes dimmed. “It’s been a long time.”

  “Really?”

  “Since Penny. Six years, maybe? I stopped keeping count.”

  Janelle pushed herself back and sat up, straddling his thighs. “You can’t be serious.”

  He nodded once, the heavy fringe of his lashes shading his blue gaze. Nothing in his posture changed, but Janelle sensed the tension in his body. “Is there a reason?”

  He laughed, startled. “You mean did Bad Penny give me some incurable disease?”

  “I…Yes, basically.”

  “No, Janie, I’ve never had an STD. I was in a desert war zone for six years. There’s no Tinder for active duty army grunts.” His hands rested loosely on her hips, the only thing separating them the thin strap of her thong. Trent poked a finger beneath the edge and ran it slowly along her hip. She shuddered as the touch radiated through her abdomen.

  Well then. Carry on.

  Janelle couldn’t. Not without more reassurance. “Can you prove it?”

  Trent laughed again, for real this time. His arousal hadn’t subsided at all during what should’ve been an awkward conversation. It wasn’t, though.

  “A condition of my enlistment was monthly drug screening and physical testing. There’s random drug checks for all enlisted personnel, but I got special scrutiny. If they hadn’t been desperate for warm bodies, I’d never have been allowed in. I have all six years of records if you want the full report.”

  “Later,” Janelle replied, flicking her bra open. She tossed it aside. Once they’d gotten as far as exchanging their true names, he’d been nothing but honest with her; there was no reason to doubt him now. Besides, she had two condoms in her bag. Trent’s big hands skimmed up her back, pulling her close. He buried one hand in her hair and tilted her body to one side to kiss her thoroughly. Unhurriedly. She pressed against him, her breasts aching and hard.

  She hated it when men touched her chest, but the rough glide of Trent’s thumb over her nipple brought incredible, short-lived satisfaction, and left a surge of desire in its wake. He cupped her full breast in his hand. Janelle moaned softly against his mouth. Her thong was soaked through, and she shifted away from the tempting ridge of his cock. If he knew what this was doing to her, they’d be on the bed screwing within seconds, condoms or no condoms.

  She wasn’t taking the risk. Not while her last few brain cells were still functioning.

  “Janie,” he whispered. His throat worked as he swallowed.

  She had to do something to put out the fire raging between them, before she did something she’d regret. Lifting her butt, she moved one leg and then the other to the floor, her heart galloping. Trent’s cool dark eyes were hooded and wary as she knelt between his knees. She hesitated, the muscles in her throat convulsing tightly.

  She glanced down and Trent’s dick twitched hard. The round head poked out of his underwear.

  Her gaze trailed up from the intimidating lump at the apex of his muscular thighs to the corded muscles of his abdomen. Higher. His small nipples topping perfectly formed pectorals.

  Higher.

  Janelle forced herself to look at the broad spread of his shoulders, the clean delineation of bicep and deltoid. The sight made everything between her bellybutton and her mid-thighs turn to jelly.

  His Adam’s apple jutted above the hollow of his throat and led to the hard line of his jaw. Above, a sensuous mouth with a hint of humor at the corners. His mouth was moist at the center as though he’d licked his lips in anticipation.

  Up again. The straight line of his nose came into view.

  The last was the hardest part. Her eyes met Trent’s and her entire body flared in response. His eyes weren’t cool any more. They were incandescent.

  “Will you let me?” A whisper, a plea.

  Trent answered with an almost imperceptible nod.

  Janelle hooked her index fingers into the waistband of his boxer shorts and inched them down until they cleared his narrow hips. He shifted to let her pull them over his ass, freeing his dick with a happy bob. Janelle sat back on her heels to pull the fabric down over his knees. From there, Trent kicked them off over his big feet.

  Janelle wrapped her fingers around his thick length. She’d never been so excited about giving oral. She enjoyed it, but there’d never been an answering pulse in her body. Janelle ran her tongue up the vein on the underside of his penis as she ran the pad of her thumb down his tight testicles. Trent’s raw gasp told her he hadn’t been expecting that.

  She followed the path of her tongue with her thumb, then licked the precum off the head. Then she wrapped her fingers around him and smoothed them up, followed it with a twist. Janelle’s mouth fell open as part of his skin slid up and over the head.

  What the fuck?

  Oh. Trent wasn’t circumcised. She glance
d up. “You’re not…”

  “First time?” he rasped.

  She nodded. “Do I need to do anything special?”

  “Use the foreskin.”

  Janelle felt her eyebrows arch. How? Experimentally, she ran her hand up and down the shaft. A hood went up to cover the head, then slipped down again on the return trip. She did it again with more force. Trent’s body relaxed, though the muscles in his hips flexed as she found a rhythm.

  Now that she’d figured out how it worked, she licked the top again, tasting his salt. Then she opened her mouth and took his plump head into her mouth, working the foreskin with her lips and tongue. He dug his fingers into her hair, tense and hard as she took him further into her mouth, a ragged moan escaping his parted lips.

  Her pussy tightened at the sound. She was so close. What would Trent say if she started touching herself? He might not notice. If he did, he might think it was weird. Better to focus on getting him off. She could take care of business later.

  Trent’s cock swelled against her tongue. Janelle gagged a little as the first pump of semen hit the back of her throat. She gagged, mastered herself and sat back on her heels, wiped a drip of cum from her chin and pumped her hand over him until it was sticky. That was a lot of cock. But apart from choking at the end, she’d done it. She collapsed with her back against the side of the bed.

  I did it. She’d given a porn star head, and she was strangely proud of it.

  “Janie, I…” Trent gasped. Milky fluid puddled in the grooves between the corded muscles of his abdomen. “Christ.” He lay boneless against back of the couch, eyes barely open.

  “Good?” Experimentally, she sucked a drip from her hand. He tasted good. Salty and clean, almost wholesome.

  “You have no idea.”

  A slow grin of pride spread over her lips. Janelle crawled up from the little nest she’d made in the blankets and headed to the bathroom. Her need hadn’t subsided at all.