by Tiana Cole
“What?”
She continued to stare as her mind raced, contemplating her next course of action. If he had the money—and at this point she wasn’t willing to concede that he did—she still wasn’t sure that she could go through with something as mercenary as sex for cash. It was a cold transaction that left a bad taste in her mouth. “Nothing.” There was no reason to tell him any of this. She would either go through with it or she wouldn’t. Ebony had a feeling it wouldn’t matter to him either way.
Under normal circumstances she would be impressed with his manners, it was nice to have a man opening doors and helping her from the car. Too bad he had such a terrible personality. She let him guide her into a second-story room and withheld a groan. The teal and cream carpeting was filthy and faded, with black stains everywhere. The bedspreads were rose pink, faded and thinning just like the pillows. Dim lights made everything seem seedy, which was a feat considering everything about her being here with this man was seedy. Filthy.
“Not up to your standards?” His smile was as smug as his tone and her fists tightened in frustration.
Ebony shrugged, refusing to let this pompous ass get to her. “I wouldn’t know. The last time I was in a hotel it was for a night on my way to Texas.” She stared straight at him, daring him to make another snide comment.
He didn’t. Instead he closed the gap between them, letting his breath fan her face. “Second thoughts?”
Her smile was nervous. “And thirds and fourths.” Ebony was pretty sure that coming to a hotel with a strange man had been a mistake. The question was would she compound the mistake by staying? If she went home now, she would spend more of her tips just to get back and end up down for the night. If she stayed, she would be five hundred thousand dollars richer, but would she be able to look at herself in the mirror?
“I’m not going to force you to do anything,” he told her sincerely. His green gold eyes held hers until she could see the truth of his words.
“Thanks for saying that.” She appreciated the words but that wasn’t her primary concern. “I didn’t think this through very well.”
“Perhaps, but you do need the money, don’t you?”
“Of course I do. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t even be here.” That money could change her life. Only if you do what it takes to get it.
David relaxed, reclining on one bed, his gaze caressing her body. “Then think of this as the night that changes your life.”
“What’s your deal? Is this because you have a hankering to fuck a black chick, or you just want to see what kind of woman is desperate enough to do this?”
He shrugged. “I want to fuck you, don’t doubt that. But I have more money than I can ever spend and doing it this way makes sure neither of us forms…expectations.”
Now it was all clear to her. “Got it.” The more Ebony thought about it, the more she liked this plan. She would get to spend the night with a sexy man and walk away without expecting him to call or wondering if it would turn into more. Throw half a million bucks on top and this was starting to look like a pretty good deal.
His gaze darkened and he sat up straight. “Mood music,” he said when he started a sexy R&B song. David placed a stack of cash on the night stand between them. “Let’s start with a dance.”
She tore her gaze from the stack and looked at him. “Ten grand for a dance?”
“You move so well, I’d love to see your body swaying to music.”
Hips catching the beat and twirling sensually, Ebony closed her eyes and let the rest of her body join in. The sensual beat was hypnotic, mesmerizing, and she felt herself let go. Hands stretched towards the sky she gently rolled her wrists and turned to give him the perfect view of her backside. She bent and slowly dragged her hands up her legs, peeking at him around a hip. Ebony yelped when his hand landed with a loud smack on her ass.
“Tight and firm,” he growled, grabbing a handful and squeezing. He smacked another stack on top of the first. “Remove the top.”
Twenty grand, she added the tally in her head. Ebony said nothing, she kept a heated gaze on those swirling exotic eyes as she unhooked every latch slowly and held the corset to her body. Giving him her backside again, she let the black garment fall to the floor, twirling and gyrating her hips in a way that drew his gaze to her ass. She turned dramatically, removing her hands from her breasts and letting him look his feel. Her pride swelled at the glazed expression on his face. Her full C cups were firm and high, capped with big brown nipples, puckered in arousal.
She smiled and backed up when David’s hands drew up to touch her. His gaze darkened and he slammed three more stacks on the nightstand. “Get rid of the shorts.”
Her hands were already at the zipper, slowly dragging it down and turning to shimmy out of the short piece of leather. When the leather hit the floor she kicked them free and smiled at the sharp intake of breath. So he likes thongs. She wore sexy red lace tonight, because her fun and sexy lingerie was the only thing that could make her smile as she got ready for work. Ebony turned to show off her sheer lace and the strip of hair clearly visible. David practically salivated.
“Take the panties off and give them to me.”
Ebony shivered at his command, hesitating for only a moment before sliding them down her hips. She stood with the lace dangling from a finger, caught in his heated gaze. He wanted her, that much was certain. He was using the money as an emotional barrier but his eyes couldn’t hide how hot he burned for her. She walked to him with an extra swing in her hips, stopping when her nipples brushed against his chest and stuffed the red thong into his jacket pocket. “There you are.”
His hands flew to her hips, gripping them tight before his hands began wandering up and down her legs and hips. Pressing kisses to her flat stomach, one hand glided up her thigh and hovered over her dripping core. The heat of her pussy seared his hands and he couldn’t stop one finger from slicing through plump, moist lips. “Already wet,” he said, and withdrew his hand.
Ebony watched closely, her body vibrating with need for the handsome man heating her from the inside out. He never took his eyes off her, not when he pulled a small black leather bag from behind him and emptied it on the table. Dozens of bundles of one hundred dollar bills hit the prefabricated compressed dust table and fell to the floor.
“I want you, Ebony. Just for tonight.”
“I’m right here,” she told him, brushing a kiss near his ear.
~
David pulled her down on top of him the minute the words were out of her mouth. He’d been desperate to have her for months but he wasn’t looking for permanent. It didn’t last and it always left someone feeling hurt and alone. He’d known Ebony didn’t belong at Club Escape as surely as he knew she would hate herself for tonight for years to come. But he didn’t care about any of that, all he cared about was her tight little body, both muscular and curvy and driving him out of his mind. He couldn’t get close enough to her, holding her hips against his erection, feeling her damp heat through his pants and boxer briefs. “Ebony.” He groaned at the way she slid her throbbing pussy against his erection.
She leaned over him, bypassing his mouth completely to feed him one perfect teardrop breast. Her skin was a sweet as it looked, smooth and silky under his tongue. She moved so he would show attention to the other breast, all while her hips continued to ground down on him. “You have a good mouth,” she told him, kissing and nibbling down his neck and opening his shirt, placing wet open mouth kisses against every inch she revealed. When the shirt was completely open she looked up at him and smiled, licking her lips as she opened his belt, his pants.
“Let’s see how good your mouth is. Taste me, Ebony.” He released a deep moan when she pulled his pants down, eyeing his hard cock hungrily. Delicate warm hands wrapped around him and squeezed until it stung just enough and she began to pump. David sucked in a breath and released it on a hiss when those plump lips circled his head, engulfing him in her hot mouth. “Ah, Ebony,” he moaned,
calling her name as she licked and sucked his length.
She hummed her appreciation, making his hips jerk on their own. He watched her, lost in her own little world of pleasuring him, and for a moment, he wished this was something more than a transaction. Then he was buried deep in her mouth and those two lips and that wet tongue were the only things that mattered.
He was close. “As much as I would love to come in that pretty little mouth of yours, I want the first time to be inside you.” He didn’t bother hiding his smile when she shivered at his words. She stood and sat on the bed beside him. It was an awkward move that was at odds with what she’d just done and his conscious tugged. Ebony wasn’t this type of woman, but she wanted him and needed the money he offered, and he couldn’t hold that against her.
“Where would you like me?”
He stood and removed his clothes completely. “Spread out on the bed.” He wanted, no, needed, to look his fill. To memorize her classic beauty. Smooth brown skin, sharp, well defined cheekbones and plump lips, all punctuated by catlike golden eyes that teased. Her tits were perfect, brown and round with hard nipples, she had a tiny waist that said she took care of her body and that ass was sweet enough to bring a man to his knees. David’s gaze settled on the slick lips between her legs. “You’ve got a pretty pussy,” he told her, withholding another smirk at how she turned her head. She’s shy, he thought incredulously. But his thoughts and his gaze quickly returned to where she was wet and pulsing for him. Neat and waxed everywhere save a small black strip, plump lips, and when he spread her open he knew she would be pretty and pink.
Ebony mostly stayed still, letting David look his fill of her. She tried not to move too much but the weight of his stare had her entire body buzzing with electricity, like a storm was brewing deep inside her. “Oh,” she cried out when his tongue breached her folds, dipping inside her. Fucking her. “Oh damn,” she moaned, ignoring the surprise she heard in her own voice.
David paused at the wonder in her voice and looked up at her to confirm his suspicions. “How do you like it, fast or slow?”
Her mouth opened and shut a few times. “What you were just doing felt good.”
David smiled. “I’m the first to taste you.” He didn’t ask the question but he already knew the answer, and for some reason that turned him on even more. He dived in, ignoring his leaking cock in favor of lapping at Ebony’s sweet nectar, pulling on that plump clit swollen with need. His whole body was strung tight and the noises she made only amplified his arousal. She had a wild side she didn’t let loose, he could tell by the deep husky cries and the way she moaned with her whole body. Wrapping his lips around that bundle of nerves, David sucked and slurped, drawing a powerful orgasm from her that nearly broke his neck.
“Sorry, I…uh. That was…different.”
He chuckled as he crawled up her body, dropping kisses and nipping her skin along the way. “I know. I think you almost broke my tongue.”
“And your neck. Sorry.”
He looked down at her, skin flushed with the glow of satisfaction, eyes guilty for hurting him. “Don’t be. A sex injury is a badge of honor.”
Her smile was sad. “Yes, well, this isn’t about me so, yeah. Sorry.”
He didn’t like that look in her eyes, or that she felt her pleasure wasn’t important. It was a testament to the type of woman she was. And the position he’d put her in. She would have fucked him after a decent dinner date, but he’d tainted it with his proposal. “Well, pleasing you pleases me, so it kind of is about you.” Then before she could say another word, he slid between her legs and didn’t stop until he was fully seated.
“Oh!”
Her scream stopped him cold. “Did I hurt you?” Then another thought occurred. “A virgin?”
She shook her head, released a long slow breath. “No, I had a boyfriend a few years ago when I was eighteen.”
“That’s it?” He couldn’t believe it. She was too inexperienced to have agreed to such a proposal, had no idea what she was getting into. David was conflicted. He felt bad he’d done this to her, but he wanted her, dammit.
Ebony nodded and looked away, embarrassed.
“Don’t be embarrassed. I like that I’ll be the one to show you what sex should be like.” He meant it too. She was smoking hot and so responsive to his touch, it was intoxicating for a competitive guy like him. “Good?”
She nodded again, a small smile curving her lush mouth. “Yes.”
So proper, he thought with a smile. Then he pulled out, nearly all the way out, and pushed in again, going faster and deeper with every thrust. He needed to build up to it for her, for him too. She was so wet the glide was unbelievable and he wasn’t sure he could hold out much longer. Then she began to clench around him.
“Oh my god! Oh, oh!” She was loud and enthusiastic, making it even harder for him to maintain even a shred of control. Watching those beautiful tits bounce every time he drove deep was mesmerizing, and those sounds were only making his dick harder. “Yes, David.” She repeated his name over and over in a voice thick was lust and desire, and he was lost. Driving deeper and faster and harder as her nails scored his back, David felt his spine begin to tingle and his vision started to blur.
“Ebony, I can’t hold on,” he warned with a growl.
“It’s okay,” she said looking into his eyes. She meant it, she wasn’t upset. Although he could see disappointment, he hated that he saw acceptance. She expected to not be satisfied.
That more than anything else could have spurred him on. Bending over he pulled a nipple into his mouth and lifted a leg over his arm so he could go deeper and get lost inside her body. For several long minutes he kept up a punishing pace with long hard strokes that had Ebony dizzy with desire and out of her mind with feeling. With every stroke she clenched him, her walls clung to him urging him to stay. Then the steady pulse squeezed and he knew. She was close. Tossing her ankles over his shoulders, he held her hips in place with one hand while the other found her nerve center and sent her soaring into the stratosphere.
“Dave, oh, oh, ooooh!” Her keening cry went on and on as her body shook, triggering his own orgasm that seemed to never end. Long streams of seed left his body, hot like fire, and buried themselves deep within her. He growled and shook, unable to stop moving as long as her orgasm kept his body on that crested wave.
“Oh, Ebony,” he said when another wave of convulsions shook her, squeezing more liquid from his body. He was spent and collapsed on top of her, changing the angle.
“Ah, David!” she cried one last time as his blunt head hit that magic spot and felt liquid flood her body and his.
“So hot,” he whispered, and nipped her ear.
Chapter Three
Ebony awoke with a decadent stretch, wincing at the way her overworked muscles squealed in defense. She smiled. Those muscles hadn’t been used in a long time—five years to be exact—and never so thoroughly. David was, just as she’d suspected, a master in the bedroom. He was insatiable, a fact she’d had to learn when he’d woken her up for the fourth round of lovemaking. He’d shown her a lot about her body and how much pleasure it could withstand, how much it could give. They’d explored positions she’d never tried, including one time with her on top. From behind. Sixty-nine had been at the top of her favorites. It had been exquisite and too much. He’d reached for her one final time just as the sun came up and she’d fallen asleep before their bodies had even separated.
“Good morning.”
She closed her eyes at the deep, sleep heavy voice behind her. Then she stiffened as his tone sank in. It was stiff. Formal. “Good morning.” Pushing herself off the bed, she scanned the room for her bag, lifting it and taking it with her to the bathroom.
“Ebony,” he called after her. She turned. “Last night was great.”
She smiled, happy to hear he’d enjoyed their night together as much as she had. “It was.”
“But that’s all it was. One night.”
The
smile died a quick and painful death. “Right. Of course.” Hefting her bag up, she disappeared into the bathroom and dropped the bag on the floor, bracing her hands on the sink. Of course it was just one night, stupid girl. That’s why he paid you so much money. Fuck him and go away forever. The tears fell before she’d known she felt like crying. Of course they wouldn’t see each other again, their first meeting was untenable for a future together. And he was arrogant. And rude. They would never make it in the real world. At least that was what she told herself as she cried silently in the tiny shower that ran too hot and too cold. Ebony took advantage of the heat and washed every trace of David off her body.
She couldn’t wipe her mind of all the things they had done and the way his face looked contorted in that pleasure-pain of climaxing, but she could wash the evidence from her body. She scrubbed her skin to remove his scent, the feel of his tongue and his hands, those beautiful lips all over her body. She scorched her skin so it wouldn’t remember his touch and compare every future touch to it.
Twenty minutes later she emerged from the bathroom with a clean face and her hair tied in a braid that hung down her back. Dressed in fitted jeans and a flowing lavender top, she knew she would shatter his image of her as a whore. That’s what you are, her conscience prodded a little too hard. She knew she wasn’t a whore, but the way he’d treated her just now sure made her feel like one. It wasn’t fair, she’d known what she was doing. So why am I regretting it now? Stupid. She wasn’t experienced enough to enjoy a night like last night without it meaning something. Realizing she’d been staring into space for far too long, she scrambled to pick up her clothes and shoes, stuffing them into the bag with too much force. “Bye,” she said softly over her shoulder.
“Ebony.”
She turned, hand white knuckling the door handle. “Yes?”
“You earned every penny.”