“Would you use this service again?”
She hesitated as they got to her steps.
“Exactly,” he whispered, taking his hand back so he could place it on her back. He probably suspected that if he didn’t brace her, she’d trip and nose-dive to her death. In heels of any size, it was a fair assessment.
“It’s not that I wouldn’t, it’s just that…” She searched for words, because while she’d love to see him again, she didn’t want to have to pay someone to keep company with her. “I don’t need a date to anything. That’s all.”
They got to her small porch at the top of the stairs. She tried the handle and found it locked. Janie was away.
“So…” He stood beside her, both hands in his pockets now, watching her take out her keys to open the door.
She threaded the key in the lock and turned, slipping the deadbolt. The door swung open and suddenly she didn’t know what to say. It would’ve been better if he’d stayed in the car, because now, here, she didn’t want him to go. It felt like a real date, and she knew if he kissed her, she’d wrestle him into her apartment and rip his clothes off.
“Oh, here,” she said softly, her voice subdued. She handed back the jacket. “Thank you. For everything. Really. I wouldn’t have stood a chance without you. And even though it worked out unpleasantly in the end, at least I understand why those memories still hurt so much. Honestly, they probably always will, but I can come to terms with that. It wasn’t just James, it was his horrible minions. I’m completely over him, thankfully. So that piece was a success.”
Her limbs shook from the cold. She wanted to invite him in, but knowing him, he’d feel obligated. She had to remember that he was on customer-service duty right now. He couldn’t exactly say no if she asked him to come inside. Not for another fifteen minutes.
“Anyway,” she said, running out of things to say. Ways to stall.
He stared down at her, his jacket tucked in a loop under his arm, his eyes lost to the night. But she knew how they’d look. Always causal. Always confident.
“Hug or shake?” she asked diplomatically.
He pulled his hands free and spread his arms, leaning toward her. “Hug.”
Normal friendly protocol was a one-armed situation, she knew. Throw an arm over the shoulder, and follow it up with a good ol’ pat on the back.
The overly friendly hug was one high arm and one low, ending in a bit of a squeeze, which might or might not entail hitting her chin on the other person’s shoulder.
Both of those hugs would’ve been acceptable in this situation.
Instead, she went low with both arms, threading them around his solid waist and leaning her body against his. Her nipples, already contracted from the cold, rubbed against his hard chest, sending sparks through her body. His mouth-watering smell curled around her. The memory of his taste, sweet and wild, drifted through her senses.
When his arms encircled her, big and strong, squeezing her close, she closed her eyes and went with it, happy he was still acting. She needed it with this goodbye. She wanted to hold the memory close.
After an amount of hug time that was way too long for their pseudo-friendship, long past the awkward stage and technically into the how do I get this chick off me without getting violent stage, she pulled her arms away and backed toward her door. Her mouth opened, threatening to dump her thoughts out into the world—will you kiss me?—before she wrestled it shut. How desperate was it to ask a sex worker, who hadn’t been paid for the sex part, to kiss her?
Very. It was very desperate. And it would be embarrassing when he let her down gently.
“Okay,” she said with a deep breath, taking another step away. She was in her doorway now.
“Okay,” he said, not moving. Not chasing after her.
“Right, then.” She gave him a wave, because this was now definitely awkward, and backed all the way into her house. “I’m in.”
“I see that.”
“You can go.”
“Close and lock the door.”
I’d rather sneak a video of you walking away, because you are that hot, and your body is that banging.
She was in creeper territory.
“You go,” she said.
“Fuck off.”
A smile forced its way onto her face, mirroring his. She laughed. “You win.”
As she closed the door, she thought she heard him mumble, “Not tonight,” but when she hesitated and peeked out again, he was already on the stairs.
The door closed with a solid thunk. Her head hit the wood with another solid thunk. She turned the lock but didn’t move away. Couldn’t. She wanted to rip the door open and run after him.
A little more time. Just a little more time.
Banging her head repeatedly would probably sound weird from the other side of the door. Then again, who was listening?
Nobody. Because he was probably in his car by now, ready to go home.
A sudden memory flashed through her mind.
The shoes!
She’d forgotten her God-awful shoes in the back seat. She’d be giving, or throwing, those horrible things away, but he didn’t know that. As far as he was concerned, he had a very expensive pair of her shoes, and her sprinting through the parking lot like a dog chasing a fire truck was totally justified.
Then she’d beg for a kiss. Just one to remember him by.
Miles past diplomacy and reason, she yanked off her shoes, fought to get the deadbolt unlocked, and ran out the door.
Why did she always forget her damn jacket?
Didn’t matter. She ran, the cement quickly numbing her feet, and the cold coating her skin. A bush scraped her as she passed, but it didn’t bother her. Neither did that same couple again, ambling the other direction with a DVD in hand, probably wondering if she’d lost her mind.
She rounded the corner into the parking area and slammed off a solid wall of muscle.
She didn’t stand a chance.
Madison bounced back and rolled, ass over end, onto the cement.
“Maddie!” Colton was there in an instant, her shoes dangling from his hand, lifting her into his arms. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t see you. Are you okay?”
“I’m freezing my ass off,” she chattered, wrapping her arms around his neck. She had intended to ask for that kiss, but instead she dove into it, bumping off his lips before settling. His arms squeezed around her, crushing her to his chest. Without hesitation, his lips moved against hers.
There was no teasing, no slow build. His passion ignited hers, coaxing that fire within her to blazing heat. He was moving, but she didn’t care; his kiss was too consuming for her to give anything else her attention.
The elevation changed. The air around them warmed. Her door closed behind them.
“Where’s your bedroom?” he asked in a husky voice.
Madison heard her shoes hit the floor. She opened her eyes long enough to get her bearings and point, and then she was back to the kiss. To the wildness of his taste. The desire burning her alive.
Twelve
Colton carried Madison into her small bedroom and lowered her onto the bed. He flung back the covers as she scooted backward, her hand around his neck, pulling him with her. He complied eagerly, waiting for her to settle before lowering himself between her spread thighs.
Frenzied, her hands ripped at his shirt, popping buttons and pushing the material off his shoulders. He was just as eager to feel her silky skin and pump into her deep warmth.
He got the little button at the back of her neck open before pulling the fabric forward, making her let go of him for just long enough to slide it off. He backed off the bed, peeling the material off her body. Her tight abs, strong legs, and natural curves made him salivate.
With a quick motion, he pulled her panties off and pushed up under her knees, spreading her legs for him. Shedding his shirt and pushing down his pants and underwear, he climbed over her, slowing down. He licked up her inner thighs, nipping in some plac
es until she was writhing in anticipation. He ran his tongue along her slit before stopping at her nub.
She moaned, her fingers running through his hair. He sucked in her clit and pushed a finger into her slick body. Seeing that she was plenty ready, he threaded in another and sucked in pulses while plunging into her.
“Oh God, Colton. Oh my God, Colton.” She arched and tugged on his hair. “Yes, baby.”
He manipulated her with his tongue before adding the suction again, always working her with his fingers.
“Oh— Oh!”
She convulsed and her hands yanked, tugging his head. He felt her body contract around his fingers with her orgasm. He swirled his tongue around her for a little longer, letting the continuing shudders and moans subside, before continuing up the masterpiece that was her body.
He sucked in a nipple. Her legs ran up his sides before hooking around him. She moaned, rubbing his back.
“Fuck me, Colton,” she murmured, lost in pleasure. “Please.”
A jolt of anticipation ran through him. He lightly bit her nipple before crawling up the rest of the way, groaning when his pounding cock slid up her slippery wetness.
“Do you have a condom?” he asked.
She rolled to the side and yanked open her nightstand drawer. After a moment, the crinkle of foil preceded the condom being handed his way. He kicked off his pants the rest of the way before getting situated on the bed again.
“Yeah, you earned the name.” Madison was staring down at his erection, her eyes wide.
He flushed in both embarrassment and pride. “That’s not where the company got its name,” he muttered, ripping open the wrapper.
“May as well have. Well, I’ll give it a go.”
He didn’t have time to ask what she was talking about before she had his hard cock in her firm grip, stroking. He paused with the condom as her hot tongue circled his tip. She sucked him in, working her hand in time with her mouth. On the second bob, she kept going until his tip was hitting the back of her mouth. One more and he moaned in ecstasy as his dick slid down her throat.
She continued on, the pace fast, her ability excellent. She took it all the way down every time, something only one other woman had ever been able to do, forcing his eyes to roll back in his head. His cock tingled and his balls tightened, already close.
“Back off, I’m going to—” The next suck, more intense, took him over the edge before he was expecting it. He erupted, emptying into her mouth without warning.
She swallowed it down. Slowing, she straightened up and wiped her mouth, seemingly unaffected. “Nailed it,” she said.
He huffed out a hoarse laugh before falling from his elbows to his back. The strength had gone out of him.
“Give me a sec,” she said, hurrying off. A slice of light fell across the floor and corner of the bed from the en suite bathroom. He heard the sink running before she gargled.
A moment later she was back, sliding her smooth body along his side and feeling up his stomach and to his pecs. “You are a piece of art,” she said before bending down to suck in a nipple. She kissed down his stomach before sticking her tongue in his belly button.
He jolted, and she laughed. “Are we ticklish?” She kissed her way back up, her lips curving in a smile against his skin. He laughed with her, enjoying how light and carefree she was. How comfortable in her sexuality. “Are you out for the night?”
“Usually, yes. With you, no,” he said, already feeling the stir. “You are unbelievably sexy.”
“You make me feel unbelievably sexy.” She kissed him, all spices and mouthwash, and he was thankful she had taken that extra step. He said as much.
She laughed again, rising and throwing a leg over his body. Her wetness covered him, and the arousal tugged at his gut and stiffened his cock against her. She nibbled on his lips. Earlier tonight she’d let him dictate the pace and the intimacy. Now she was taking lead, and holy shit was it hot.
“It tastes terrible. I don’t want that lingering in my mouth, and didn’t think you would either. You’re welcome.” She licked his lower lip. “I want to fuck you, Colton. I want to bounce on your cock until I scream in orgasm.”
He squeezed her butt and gyrated against her. “For a while. Then it’ll be my turn.”
“What are you going to do to me?”
He felt the smile curl her lips, and gyrated up again, sliding against her core. She moaned and arched back. Her hair brushed his thighs.
“I’m going to thrust deeply into you, again and again until you can’t remember your name.”
“But I’ll remember your name.
“You’ll always remember my name.”
“Prove it,” she whispered, swiping the condom off the bed and handing it over. “Make me scream your name.”
Desire rolled through him. He threw her off his body, took a moment to secure protection, and mounted her, his tip prodding her opening. She groaned and spread her thighs, arching in a way that looked languid and needy at the same time. Excitement churned his gut. The woman drove him wild.
Hands on her hips, he drove into her. She took his full length, impossibly tight.
He paused for a moment, relishing in the feel of her. In her pleased mew and the budded nipples rubbing against his chest. Then he couldn’t stop if he tried. He plunged in deeply, hard and rough, so fucking right. She clutched his back, moaning, words unintelligible. Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, the upward swing of her hips meeting his every downward thrust. Each time he banged into her, her moans increased in volume.
Bodies slick and completely lost in the feel of her, he did prove his point. Over and over he made her scream his name, and God’s, and sounds that had no shape. He groaned, not wanting to be anywhere else in the world but right there, inside of her, feeling her hands clutching his back. Feeling everything.
“Yes, Colton!” she yelled before shuddering, throwing her head back in release.
He was there a moment later, pumping into her erratically as his orgasm consumed him. All thoughts fled. Speech eluded him. Everything went black for a moment, and then he was lying on her, his breathing harried. Her chest quickly rising and falling and her arms thrown across the bed.
“Holy fuck, Colton,” she said breathlessly. “Holy mother fuck. What the fuck? Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
“I don’t speak fuck fluently, but I get your drift.” He kissed her fevered neck, feeling her pulse hammering. He smiled and licked up to her earlobe.
“You speak fuck better than anyone I’ve ever conversed with. That was incredible. I’m not even going to bother trying to save face and hold back the effusive compliments. That was simply incredible, although now I feel weird. Shaky and exhausted and energized, like I want to take on the world right after I snooze for a while.”
“Please don’t tell me you’ve never had an orgasm.”
“I thought I’d had orgasms. But I’ve never had one like that. So maybe I haven’t. My vibrator is going to be pissed when I tell it to step up its game.”
He laughed and rolled to the side, pulling her with him. She curled up beside him with a satisfied sigh, even though they were lying diagonally on the bed. She draped an arm and leg over him and rested her head on his chest.
“I didn’t think sex would top that BJ, but I was wrong,” he said, taking her example and just being honest. He never bared himself like this usually, but it felt good. “And I agree—that was great. Better than great. I have a lot of orgasms—”
“Sure, rub it in.”
“—and even still, that was a first. I don’t know if I can duplicate it. This might give me a complex.”
She patted him lethargically. “I need a little shut-eye, but we’ll go for gold on the next round. I’m pretty sure you can do it again, and I’m willing to coach you if need be.”
“So kind of you.”
“Yes. I’m dedicated to helping you succeed.”
He laughed as he ran his fingertips along her back. He wished he didn’t
have any commitments the next day so they could spend it in bed, trying to hit this high over and over, but his schedule was packed. “I have to be out early for family stuff with my parents,” he said softly, hearing her breathing start to even out. She murmured an assent and shifted. “If I don’t talk to you before I leave, just text me sometime tomorrow. I’ll be available in the evening. We’ll do dinner or something. Off the clock.”
“Hmm,” she said.
He kissed her forehead and thought about getting up to better situate them, but fell asleep instead, not able to wait until he could take her out on his own time. No autopilot hang-ups would hold him back. He’d show her a night she’d never forget.
Thirteen
Madison snuggled deeper into her pillow and groaned at her pleasant soreness. Her sex ached in all the right ways, reminding her of the unbelievable night with a true sex god. She’d never…
A satisfied smile curled her lips. There were no words. No thoughts.
The sun highlighted the far wall as she rolled onto her back. The emptiness beside her made her smile falter. His smell lingered, a delicious mixture of his cologne and man, but he had not.
She vaguely remembered him saying he had to leave early. Something about family obligations. It was hard to recall, both because she’d been half-asleep at the time, and because she hadn’t wanted to hear his excuses for why the night needed to end. His leaving was a given, after all—it was his job. He fucked women for money.
A twinge of uncertainty had her sitting up. In the light of day, the idea of paying someone to have sex with her, especially that someone, was…unsettling. It made her feel not good enough somehow. Like she was so undesirable a man would only have sex with her if she gave him money. Stupid thoughts, obviously, because she could wander next door in her birthday suit and ask the college students to screw her. They would fight for it. They’d fight for almost anyone.
Her eyes felt sticky with residual makeup. She trudged to the bathroom and washed her face, only then digging for the phone in her clutch. Eighteen text messages, five missed calls, and three voice messages.
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