Into The Fire (Gorgeous Entourage #1)

by E. L. Todd

  “Fuck.” I released in her mouth and had a damn awesome orgasm. Seeing her take me in as much as possible just so I could squirt inside her was enough to make me come again. She didn’t gag as I released every last drop of seed. When I finished, I loosened my hold on her neck and caught my breath.

  She slowly pulled my dick out of her mouth and it fell against my stomach. She licked her lips then fixed her hair. “That was fun.”

  I stared at her incredulously, unable to believe that just happened. “Where did that come from?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “That awesome blowjob.”

  “You have a nice dick. I wanted it.”

  My spine shivered again and my heart rate increased. She was unbelievable.

  “I’m going to shower. If you’re leaving, I’ll see you later.” She got out of bed then grabbed a change of clothes before she walked into the bathroom. She shut the door then turned on the water.

  I remained in bed, still recovering from my high. I wasn’t going anywhere—not after that.

  ***

  She came out of the bathroom with her hair and makeup done. She wore a yellow sundress, the same color as the sunflowers I got her a few weeks ago. She obviously didn’t expect me to be there because she jumped when she spotted me on the bed. “Oh shit, you scared me.” Her hand was clutched to her chest. “I thought you left.”

  “Nope.” I sat up in bed while wearing my boxers. “You want to get breakfast?”

  “Breakfast?” It sounded like she didn’t know what breakfast was.

  “Yeah. You know, pancakes and stuff.”

  She tilted her head like she was still confused.

  “Or brunch. It’s a little bit of everything. Breakfast and lunch.”

  She seemed to finally get it. “Uh, sure.”

  “Cool.” I stood up and pulled my clothes on. “There’s this place just a block over I’ve always wanted to go.”

  “Why did you wait so long to try it out?”

  I shrugged. “Never had anyone to go with before.” I grabbed my keys and wallet. “Let’s head out. I’m starving.”

  ***

  “Ooh…mimosas.” I stared at the menu and wiggled my eyebrows. “I’m getting one.”

  “Really?” she asked in surprise.

  “Yeah.” I put the menu down. “What’s the big deal?”

  “It’s kind of fruity, isn’t it?”

  “It has orange juice in it.”

  She rolled her eyes. “That’s not what I meant. It’s a little girly.”

  “Girly?” I asked. “Well, I can make anything look masculine. I could sit here in a pink t-shirt with white skinny jeans and I’d look like one of the guys from 300.”

  “I’m sure you could.” An amused expression was in her eyes.

  The waiter came over and took our order.

  “I’ll do the double dipped French toast with strawberries with the bacon and eggs. But can I add hash browns and a huckleberry muffin? Ooh, and sausage. I love sausage.”

  Alessandra tried not to laugh. “I’ll have the egg white omelet with a side of fruit.”

  I stuck my tongue out. “What the hell is that? That’s not breakfast.” I turned to the waiter. “Get her some French toast too.”

  “You got it.” The waiter walked away with our menus.

  I took a long drink of my mimosa. “Alcohol for breakfast—sounds good to me.”

  She sipped hers. “It’s a classy way to get buzzed.”

  “Have you eaten here before?”

  “No. I don’t usually go out for breakfast. Just lunch and dinner.”

  “So, you make breakfast at home?”

  “I usually skip breakfast.”

  “That’s terrible,” I blurted.

  “Well, not everyone can look like you and eat whatever the hell they want.”

  “Just hit the gym. I go every day.”

  “Well, I prefer sitting on my ass and not eating.”

  “You do something,” I argued. “There’s no way you’re that sexy without lifting a finger.”

  “I jog but only a few times a week.”

  “Ooh, I’d love to see you jog…your tits bouncing up and down.”

  She rolled her eyes. “You saw my tits bounce up and down last night. I’m sure you’ve seen enough.”

  “I’m always down to see more.”

  She sipped her mimosa before she pressed her lips tightly together. “So…I was thinking.”

  That sounded serious.

  “Are we going to keep doing this?”

  “What?” I asked. “Breakfast?”

  “Sex,” she corrected. “Or was that a one-time thing?”

  I definitely didn’t want it to be a one-time thing. She was sexy as hell. “I want to keep doing it if you do. Why?”

  “Well, I do too. Honestly…” Her cheeks blushed like she was embarrassed. “You don’t know how nice it is to be with a man that knows what he’s doing. I realize I’ve missed out on so much, and I’m learning things too.”

  “More than happy to teach you, sweetheart.” I winked at her.

  “I don’t want this to end. But I have to end something else if that’s the case.”

  “What?”

  “Our contract. I can’t be your escort anymore.”

  “What?” I blurted. “But I need you. I can’t just show up with a new girl—”

  “Calm down,” she said. “I’ll still escort you—for free. I just can’t risk getting in trouble.”

  “Oh. You would do that?”

  “Well, I’m not doing it totally for free…” She gave me a meaningful look.

  “What does that mean?”

  “Well…you’d be paying me in other ways.” She glanced at my chest then my face again.

  My mouth broke into a smile. “Oh, I get it…that sounds like a great compromise to me.”

  “Good,” she said. “I’ll take care of it tomorrow.”

  “Done deal.” Now I was saving a shit ton of money, and I was getting busy with a gorgeous woman. I grabbed my glass and clanked it against hers. “To a beautiful day.”

  She chuckled then knocked her glass against mine. “To a new relationship.”

  I tried not to flinch at her choice of words.

  A few minutes later, the waiter returned with the food.

  “Oh yeah.” I rubbed my palms together. “Bring it on.”

  Alessandra chuckled from across the table.

  “Let’s do this.” I dug into my French toast then shoveled two pieces of bacon down my throat. I ate everything placed in front of me, even the toast. I hadn’t had breakfast like that in a long time, and I forgot how good it was.

  When I looked up, Alessandra was staring at me.

  “What?” I asked when I caught her look.

  “Hungry?”

  “Uh…why else would I want to go out and eat?”

  She shook her head slightly then picked at her food. She only ate a few bites, hardly touching anything she ordered.

  I demolished my plate then released a loud burp. “Yeah, that hit the spot.”

  “Gross.” She waved the gas away. “Do you have any manners?”

  “Sorry…I got carried away.” I finished my mimosa then moved onto the water.

  “So, what’s this story about you going to jail?”

  I froze at the mention of it. “Mom told you?”

  “She mentioned it in passing…something like she wished you would go to jail again so you would straighten up.”

  “That weasel…”

  “So, what’s the scoop?” She rested her elbows on the table and leaned forward.

  “Ugh! My past will always haunt me.”

  “Come on, spill it. You know I used to be a stripper.”

  “I wouldn’t mind watching you strip again.” I wiggled my eyebrows at her.

  “Don’t change the subject. I’ll either hear it from you or your mom. The ball is in your court.”

  Dammit. “I’ll t
ell you. Mom would botch it anyway.”

  She waited with an intrigued look in her eyes.

  “I picked up this girl at a bar. She was kinky, kinkier than most girls I know. We left the bar then waited at the curb for a cab but there weren’t any out where we were. She was super eager to get down to business…”

  Alessandra rested her fingers on her lips.

  “So, we went into the next alley. She bent over behind the dumpster and I came behind her and did my thing…”

  “Okay…”

  “Apparently, there was a cop car right at the curb. He came back from dinner and spotted us going at it. I was arrested for public indecency and thrown into the slammer.”

  She tried not to laugh. “Wow…that’s one heck of a story.”

  “Make fun of me all you want.”

  “You really didn’t notice the cop?”

  “It was dark and the streetlight was out.”

  “Then how did he notice you?”

  “The girl I was with wouldn’t stop screaming. Like I said, she was kinky.” I rolled my eyes at the memory. “So, that’s the deal. Mom would have told it differently.”

  “What’s jail like?” she asked.

  “Boring.”

  She raised an eyebrow. “That’s it? Boring?”

  “Yep. I stayed in a holding cell for three days. I peed in there because I didn’t have a choice but I didn’t do the other thing. There were, like, ten other guys in there with me. I was so pissed that my parents let me rot in there.”

  “Did any of them check you out…?”

  “I never made eye contact so I don’t know.” And I would break their necks if they tried anything.

  “Wow…I’ll make sure I never do it in a public place.”

  “Just don’t be stupid like me. Find a really dark corner.”

  She finished her mimosa just as the check arrived.

  I snatched it and put the cash inside.

  “Why don’t you let me pay for once?”

  “Because.”

  “Are you finished with the sentence?”

  “Because I said so.”

  Alessandra shook her head and decided not to argue. “Well, thank you for breakfast.”

  “Brunch.”

  “Whatever.”

  We left the table then headed to the sidewalk. I walked with her toward her apartment because I assumed that’s where we were going.

  “Well, I guess I’ll see you around,” she said. “Let me know next time you need me.”

  “What?” I asked.

  “What?”

  “You have plans or something?”

  “No…I just figured you would go home.”

  “Well, I don’t have anything to do. Can I hang out with you?”

  “Sure…” She still seemed confused.

  “Besides, I want to get nasty again. That was fun.”

  She smiled. “It really was.”

  ***

  A few days had come and gone, and all I could think about was that beautiful brunette. She had green eyes that shined brighter than a street light. They lit up during sex, and practically shot fireballs.

  I’d had a lot of good sex in my life with women I couldn’t even remember, but Alessandra was exceptional. She wasn’t necessarily super experienced but she was so enthused. It was like having sex with a porn star without all the diseases.

  It totally rocked.

  And she had nice tits. I loved watching them shake when I pounded into her. And the way her pussy constricted around my dick like it was trying to squeeze it. Then she was wetter than a slip-and-slide.

  It was awesome.

  And she didn’t annoy me like most girls. When the sex was done, I didn’t want to hit the road. I even spent the night with her. Cuddling wasn’t my thing. It was for weird, clingy people, not me. But it wasn’t bad with her.

  I was lying in bed late at night with a hard dick. It came to life any time I thought about Alessandra, so my boner had come and gone all day. I thought about tit-fucking her and eating her out. I thought about all the things I could do to her to make her scream.

  Jerking off was the most convenient solution, but why would I do that if I could get the real thing? I texted her even though it was midnight. You awake?

  The three dots lit up as she typed a response. Now I am.

  Well, since you’re awake…can I come over?

  Right now?

  No, tomorrow night… I hoped my sarcasm was read through the words.

  I’m pretty tired.

  I’ll do all the work. Come on, I’m so hard. I’ll send you a dick pic.

  She responded immediately. I’ll take your word for it. Yes, come over.

  Sick. I’ll be there soon.

  ***

  She opened the door wearing a black nightdress. Her hair was all over the place and she didn’t wear any makeup but she still looked hot. In my opinion, if a girl had to wear a lot of makeup, then she was trying to hide something—ugliness. “Come in.” She shut the door behind me and immediately walked to her bedroom. She looked tired like she could fall right back asleep.

  I followed her then stripped my clothes away. My cock came out, long and ready. I wasn’t sure how I wanted her, but I’d be happy any way I could get her.

  She lay in bed then realized I was naked. Her sleepiness immediately evaporated the second she looked at me. She eyed my hard body and my broad chest. Desire was heavy in her eyes and unmistakable.

  I crawled into bed then kissed her neck. “I like this nightgown.”

  She exposed her throat then pulled her panties off at the same time. “Now you’ll like it even more.”

  I gave a quiet growl in her ear. “You’re right.”

  Her hands moved all over my body, feeling all the muscle and strength. She pressed a kiss to my chest then licked the skin.

  My fingers moved between her legs and I rubbed her clitoris the way she liked. As soon as we had sex the first time, I learned everything she liked. I could read her like an open book because she was vulnerable with me. Most women were trying to hide their eagerness because of embarrassment, but not her. My fingers grazed across her opening and felt the moisture.

  She was ready for me.

  “Wait.” She held me back before I could slip inside her.

  “What’s wrong?”

  She grabbed my shoulders and rolled me to the mattress. “I want to be on top.”

  My mouth stretched from ear-to-ear. “Go for it, sweetheart.” I scooted up the bed until my back was against the headboard.

  She straddled my hips then balanced on the balls of her feet. “Like this?” She seemed hesitant but confident at the same time. She trusted me enough to tell me she was unsure instead of fumbling around in the dark just to save face.

  And I liked that. “Yes.” My hands moved underneath her thighs then I pointed my tip at her entrance. “Now take it slow or you’ll hurt yourself.”

  Her hands gripped my shoulders and she lowered herself onto my length. Her face changed as she took more in. First, she bit her lip at the initial stretching. Then she panted like the pleasure was too good for her to handle. When she finally took all of me, she released a loud groan. “Yes…”

  My cock twitched inside her but was unable to move because it was such a tight channel. The wetness was warm, and her constriction was epic. Her pussy was better than any I’d ever had before, and it was even better than a pocket pussy. Yes, I’ve used one.

  Her tits shook in my face as she slid up and down, and her nails dug into my shoulders every time she used them to lift herself. Instead of staring at my chest, she looked into my eyes.

  I made eye contact every once in a while during sex, but not like this.

  She stared into my eyes like even those turned her on. Then she bit her lip and moaned, using her legs to take in my thickness.

  Shit, she was going to make me come.

  I wanted to kiss her for some inexplicable reason. Kissing was juvenile and lame. I
t was the least arousing thing you could possibly do. I simply didn’t like it. I preferred other things, like sucking nipples and pussy. But I wanted to kiss her.

  I leaned forward and sealed my mouth over hers. The second we touched, she gave me her tongue. It was small and sexy. It danced with mine before her lips took over. Sometimes she stopped altogether and just breathed into my mouth because sliding on my dick was too distracting. Then she kissed me again, digging her nails deeper into my skin. There would be marks tomorrow but I didn’t care. It would only remind me of this passionate and satisfying night.

  “Ash…” Whenever she said my name, it was in such a sexy way. It was full of desperation even though she already had me. She wanted more of me but I’d already given her everything.

  I gripped her hips then changed her motion, moving her forward and backward while I was completely sheathed. Her clitoris rubbed against my pelvic bone. “Like that…”

  She breathed harder as she continued moving her hips. Her hands moved down to my chest as she held on. She continued to grind against me as she was completely full from my thickness. Moving my dick in and out usually gave me more satisfaction but feeling her constrict around me from pleasure was just as good. She was enjoying me, and that made me enjoy everything even more. “Oh my god…” She bit her lip as she rolled her hips.

  My hands moved her forward and backward, giving her an extra push. She was lighter than air to me, and manipulating her like this was second nature. I moved her hard and fast, and my dick enjoyed the extra flow of moisture. “Come for me.”

  She released a scream that came out quiet in the beginning then reached a higher pitch. Every sensation she felt was carried in the sound. She moved her hips harder and sweat accumulated on her breasts. “Ash…yes.” Her pace decreased as her orgasm passed. She continued to move as she breathed hard. When the pleasure was completely gone, she stopped. A dazed look was in her eyes like she just woke up from a dream. Her nipples were hard and a darker shade of pink. “Oh god…”

  I kissed the corner of her mouth then her neck. Her sweat was salty but I liked the way it tasted. Seeing her come hard like that made me want to go next. My hands moved underneath her thighs and I slipped her up and down my length. My hips and legs moved with me, allowing me to glide inside her as deep as possible.

  Alessandra moved one hand behind her on my thigh. She left the other on my shoulder. Then she moved up and down as fast as she could go. I knew she was giving me everything she had. She came hard and she wanted me to do the same.