by Lisa Wells
The effect of her hooker appearance on Covey was worth the effort. Shaving and all.
His eyes scanned her. All of her. And, air whooshed into his open mouth. He then let the air out in a low whistle of approval.
Lacey gave a silent sigh of relief; he didn’t laugh at her. Her fantasy was still doable. She stood perfectly still and waited for him to answer her question.
When he didn’t say anything, her heartbeat jumped to the conclusion there was something wrong. It began a frantic search for an exit from her chest.
Full of worry, she watched him step under the pulsing water and rinse the shampoo out of his hair. Was he going to ignore her?
Is my mascara running in all this damn humidity?
Lacey did her best to appear confident while her legs were hell bent on wobbling. What if he’s trying to hold in the laughter? Is this fantasy too much?
With the soapsuds gone from his hair, he gave her another thorough look and said, “No, this is a first. And you?”
Tension ebbed out of her body. “Today is my first day on the job. Big Mama said you asked for me.” She played coyly with the sash to her robe as she spoke the rehearsed words.
“Big Mama?” Covey asked. He tilted his head and waited for an explanation.
Lacey resisted the urge to reach up and wipe the soap out of his ear. He’d missed it during his hurried rinse. “Sure. She’s in charge. She said you paid for The Special.” Lacey undid her sash and let the robe fall open giving him a view of her decked out body.
She watched Covey’s dick fill out like a balloon full of helium. The sight sent a surge of power through her.
She dropped her bag of tricks, placed one hand on the wall, and stuck out her hip in a seductive pose. Her body was on full display for him. She had no doubt he liked what he was seeing.
His eyes devoured her in heat. “I think I told her I might want you. I’m not sure.” His voice was rough, rumbling the words throughout the humidity-laden room.
“Oh.” She bit her bottom lip. “What can I do to convince you?” Her body leaned in toward him and she trailed a bright red nail down his chest. Hopefully, the damn thing wouldn’t pop off. She used generic glue, because she’d forgotten the nail glue at home.
Covey placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed her back.
She pouted wide-eyed at the rejection.
His fingertip traced her pouty lips; she opened her mouth and sucked it in; he pulled it out slowly.
“Big Mama said she would send you in and let me get a good look. If I don’t like what I see, I can send you back and choose another.” His eyes gave her a critical once over.
“Do you like what you see?”
“Lean your head back and arch your back for me. There are certain things I’m very particular about.”
Lacey closed her eyes and did as he demanded. He damn well better not find anything wrong. I don’t have a contingency plan.
She waited and reminded herself she was an inexperienced call girl posing for inspection. When Covey’s hands suddenly palmed both of her breasts, she jumped. His fingertips were tracing the valley beneath them.
“No scars, they’re actually the real thing.” His voice held a tinge of surprise.
“They’re all mine.” She opened her eyes and fluttered her heavy eyelashes in invitation. “Perhaps, if I’m really good, you’ll pay for me to have them enlarged. Big Mama says I could make a ton more money if my boobs were bigger.” Lacey had been contemplating a boob job. But, who wanted to pay $4,000 for big ta ta’s.
“You talk too much,” Covey complained.
I think too much, too.
He reached out, unsnapped her bra, and removed the pasties covering her nipples. “Close your eyes again,” he ordered.
Lacey tilted her head back and did as he ordered. Wet fingertips caressed her eyes. They traveled over her nose, across her lips, down her chin, to the hollow of her throat, before finally exploring her unencumbered breasts.
Her pulse was skittering in a frenzy of excitement. Could he feel it?
He cupped the back of her head and lifted it up. “Open your eyes,” he ordered.
She opened her eyes dreamily and gazed passionately at him.
“I think they’re perfect like they are,” he said.
Lacey turned her head so that her lips could kiss his palm; she branded it with her tongue. “So, do you want me for an hour or for the night?” He thinks they’re perfect.
“I’m not sure yet. Drop the robe and turn around.”
She grinned wickedly at him and turned around, giving herself full frontal exposure in the bathroom’s mirror.
Not bad Valentine.
The garter belt and stockings were peaking out from underneath the loosened robe. With unhurried moves, she dropped the robe to her hips.
Their eyes met in the mirror.
His narrowed. “I said drop the robe.”
“All the way?” she said, in a silky voice.
“Of course.” His voice broke with huskiness.
Lacey gave him a sultry pout and dropped the robe.
Covey stepped close enough to allow his cock to touch her. Lacey tensed when it aligned itself perfectly with the center of her bottom.
“Bend over,” he demanded.
She raised her eyes and found him watching her in the mirror. Lacey gave him a startled look. Her breathing gathered speed. She was throbbing and ready for his entry.
“Do it.” His commands were short and forceful.
Lacey did as she was told. She stood with her legs slightly apart and slowly bent forward, letting her hands rest on the sink counter.
“Now, touch yourself.”
She blinked, feeling lightheaded. “Touch myself?”
“Yes.”
She touched the tip of her finger to her tongue and ran it slowly down her body. She didn’t stop until it rested at her vagina.
“Keep going.”
She inserted her finger and played with herself for his viewing pleasure as well as her own.
“Do you like it when I do that?” she asked.
“Don’t ask questions or I’ll send you back to Big Mama. Just answer the ones I ask you.” His hand reached out and unhooked one of her garters; slowly rolling a stocking down her leg. He removed it and placed her foot back into her high heel.
“Nice. But, I still need some convincing. Is there somewhere we could go that has comfortable accommodations?”
Lacey stood up, turned around and looked at his swollen cock. She swallowed tightly. She let her bra fall to the floor. “There’s a bed through that door.” She motioned for him to lead the way.
With one stocking on and one off, it didn’t feel sexy, but she went with the flow. Halfway to the door, she remembered the goody bag and hurried back to pick it up.
Covey stood by the bed and handed Lacey a towel. “Dry me off?”
Lacey took the thick, terrycloth towel. “If my drying you will give you pleasure, I would be happy to.” She stepped close to him. Paused. And then, she stepped even closer. Her breasts pushed against him. She slowly brought the towel around to his back, never losing contact with his body.
Starting with his shoulders, she used tiny circular motions to dry him off. His back took a very long time to dry as she did each spot with care. The whole time she was drying, she made tiny pushes against him with her lower body. Not by design, her body had a fabulous mind of its own.
“My legs are wet.” Covey grabbed one of the bed posters for support. “Dry them off.”
Lacey slid her body down the length of his until she was on her knees. He smelled of soap. With care, she dried the back of his long, hard legs. Her mouth purposely brushed against his wet penis. Her tongue darted out and circled the tip. Teasing it with tiny flicks of her tongue, she let her lips close lightly around its head before quickly releasing.
Covey groaned and he gripped her hair.
Lacey made a move to stand up.
His hands he
ld her in place. “Take me in your mouth,” he demanded.
She didn’t do as he said. “I have toys we could use to increase your pleasure. If you’ll let me up, I could get a cock ring.”
Covey’s smiled broadened. “You have a cock ring in your bag of tricks?”
Lacey nodded. “Big Mama says we should always be prepared.” Lacey reached for her bag and pulled out the device. With care, she slipped it over his penis.
She took him in her mouth and began stroking him rhythmically. Her hands dropped the towel so she could cup his balls with one hand and explore his buttocks with the other. Her fingertips were touching him in places he had previously explored on her. She ran her tongue up and down and twirled it around as she sucked. She paused and blew cool air where her mouth had been.
Covey tightened his grip on her hair.
On the brink of bringing him to orgasm, Lacey slowed down and then stopped. She looked up at him with regret and batted her eyelashes. “I don’t swallow.” Which was true. She didn’t.
Covey looked down at her in astonishment. “What?” His eyes were wild with need.
Her cheeks colored under the heat of his gaze. With his hands on her shoulders, he took a deep, steadying breath and closed his eyes. He made no attempt to hide the fact he was on the edge. When he opened his eyes, he shook his head in wonderment. “Are you insane? That’s something you should tell a guy up front.”
She nodded. He was right. She should. And, if I could think straight when I’m around you, I would have. “I’ll try to remember that with my next John.”
He grabbed her and pulled her into a standing position so fast she wobbled on her heels. He pulled her roughly, almost violently, against him. Sweeping her into his arms, he dropped her on the bed and towered above her.
She looked at him with uncertainty. Had she gone too far?
He bent over her and assessed her body in a bold stare. “What exactly do I get from you?” His voice was as rough as his desire. His hands reached down and flipped her shoes off.
“I’ll come with you,” she said, tilting her head back and circling her hips in a rhythm of passion.
Covey came down on her and plunged inside her. Their eyes locked in lust. Her heart hammered wildly against her ribs.
His mouth covered hers in hungry greed and his hands boldly molded her to him. A hot ache in her loins, way past the simmering stage, demanded attention.
She lifted her arms and raked his back with her nails, urging him to quicken the pace. She wanted a one-two, one-two, one-two, pace. Not, one, two, and three.
He got the message. In fact, his answer was one, one, one, one.
Words weren’t spoken. They couldn’t be. Their mouths were busy tasting and biting. A strange inner excitement, stoked by the fantasy they were playing, filled Lacey with delicious heat. Feverish caresses could take the place of words any day as far as she was concerned. Especially, the deafening ones of needs being spoken at this moment. Covey had a great way with sign language.
Lacey arched sharply when she could hold back no more. A primal scream of satisfaction punctuated the moment.
Covey’s explosion was quick to follow.
Without pulling out, he rolled onto his back bringing her with him. Their eyes spoke the words their mouths refused to utter. Covey made no attempt to hide the fact he was just as dazed by the moment as she.
She waited for him to speak first.
He didn’t say a word.
“Is that how The Special’s supposed to be done?” Her breathing was still ragged, but she had to ask. She wanted to hear his praise of their mating. They were great together; she wanted him to confirm it.
Fantasy be damned.
Covey frowned and looked suspiciously disappointed “No.”
“No?” Lacey sat up, still straddling him. “Didn’t you enjoy what we just did? This particular cock ring is all the rage in sex circles.” He wasn’t singing her praises. Did she misread the glaze in his eyes?
“Next time, you’ll swallow. I’m not paying until you get it right.”
“You mean we have to do it again? Tonight?” She trailed her hand down the length of his torso.
“If you want to get paid, we do.” His hand covered hers and held it still on his abs.
She shook her head. “I can’t swallow. I’m saving that act for my future husband. Are you going to tell Big Mamma I did it wrong?”
Is that why Marty turned to Ms. January. The bitch swallowed.
“We’ll see how well you make it up to me.”
“It might take a while.” She lay down beside him and curled into the crook of his arm.
“I’ve got time.” His arms pulled her tightly against him. The flat of his hands splayed over her stomach. “I have you for the night.”
“The night? Did you decide on the night?” She smiled in smug satisfaction. “Of course, I’ll have to check. I may already have other customers since you didn’t decide right away. If I do, we’ll have to make it another night.”
“Like hell we are. Until you get it right, you’re not leaving this room.” He bit her shoulder for emphasis.
Lacey stretched in contentment. “You know, I’m feeling pretty satisfied. If you’d come in my mouth, I wouldn’t have gotten anything out of it. You’re not the kind of man who’s selfish when it comes to sex are you?”
“You work in a brothel; you’re not supposed to get anything out of it,” he countered.
Lacey’s lip protruded, “Oh. Well then, perhaps I should quit.” She turned to look at him.
Covey grinned at her. “You can’t. What about my complete blowjob package? Swallowing will be good practice for your future husband.”
“Sorry, Tom, you’ll have to find another tart to fulfill that scandalous fantasy.”
His brown eyes narrowed speculatively, but he ignored her taunting Tom barb. “I like the tart in my arms right now.”
Her smile broadened. “Maybe, in another lifetime, you’ll find the tart of your blowjob dreams.”
Gently his hand outlined the circle of her breast. “Ms. Valentine, has anyone ever told you that you’re a piece of work?”
Her breast surged at the intimacy of his touch, her emotions whirled and skidded. “Art work, yes. My daddy thinks I’m a masterpiece,” she said breathlessly.
He eased her down onto her back. “He does?”
“Mmm mmm.”
His tongue caressed her sensitive swollen nipples. “I see. You’ll have to tell me about him someday.”
“I am yours to command.”
“You say that, yet you deny me a full blowjob?” His hand seared a path down her abdomen and onto her thigh.
“I could make it up to you by letting you pick out something from my goody bag for us to use during our next pleasure trip.”
His hand searched her body for pleasure points. “Let’s play Simon Says. You get to be Simon.”
Chapter 22
Covey lay spooned against Lacey and listened to her breathing. She slept soundly.
The sight of her naked made it impossible for him to concentrate on the details of his plan.
His grandmother and her vision changed everything. Only a fool would let the love of his life walk away without a fight.
How was he going to have Lacey without breaking his promise to her? He couldn’t just say, “by the way, Grams says you’re my soul mate. Let’s get married.” She’d bail. There had to be another way.
He glanced up at the ceiling and sighed in frustration. This was a problem without a win-win answer. He was going to have to break a promise to someone. Would it be to his dying grandmother or Lacey, who might hold the key to his heart?
He was under no illusions she felt anything for him but sex. She’d made it abundantly clear, he was her Mr. Wrong. How could he use her view to his advantage?
Knowledge of the real Lacey Valentine was required. He needed information to convince her to spend time with him after the weekend. Once he got a go ahead t
icket from her to spend more time together, he’d find a way to change her mind.
Hopefully, she’d be up to the idea of using him for sex for a little while longer. She couldn’t deny they were good together.
He was more than willing to be used by this vixen while he worked out his feelings and she explored the possibility of hers.
What if Lacey didn’t have a price? What if her heart wasn’t for sale or rent and she needed her dream of love fulfilled more than she needed another orgasm? She’d tell him no and they’d never see each again.
What exactly was wrong with him in her eyes?
Lacey intrigued him with her air of mystery and spontaneous fun. He knew as little of her as she did of the real him.
He’d never been with a woman who liked to play out fantasies in the bedroom. Marriage to her would be interesting. What other roles would he play in the bedroom with her?
He wanted to know little things about Lacey like, did she drink milk straight out of carton? Did she have a cat or a dog? Things he’d never cared to find out about other women. Why did she bring these questions out in him?
He looked down at her. Golden hair, in a tumble of messiness, framed her in sleep. Her heavy makeup did nothing to distract from the natural beauty she possessed. Partially naked, her body called to him for contact.
I’ve fallen in love with her in the time it takes the normal couple to get to first base. It wasn’t a realization he embraced with glee.
He watched as she lifted her arms above her head. She did a thorough head to toe stretch. His body stirred in response and propelled him to help the process along. He leaned up on one elbow and showered tiny kisses on the side of her neck.
He let one hand rest on her hip, where he could caress her hipbone.
Her eyes gradually opened. There was a wistful, faraway look in them. She was still wearing her garter belt and one torn stocking. Not for the first time, he counted himself lucky to have been chosen her Mr. Wrong. And, to think, he’d done everything he could not to be chosen by her.
With a sleepy yawn, she stretched and rolled onto her side. “Hi, were those your lips on my neck or was that part of my dream?” she asked.