by Lynn Burke
J: I want all the juicy details
Smirking, I sent three thumbs up.
I pulled open my door, and Ricky did a quick once-over down my body and back up, his gaze not lingering long enough to creep me out. “You look lovely.”
Beaming, I accepted his outstretched arm. “Why, thank you, Ricky.”
My knees knocked and pulse raced like a motherfucker. Couldn’t stop grinning either.
“Nervous?” Ricky asked while punching the elevator’s button for the first floor.
“Yes.”
He chuckled and patted my hand clutching at his elbow. “Mr. Zimmerman and Mr. Fox will take good care of you.”
Mr. Fox … Jarod’s best friend and Elite’s owner if I remembered correctly.
Oh, good God. The thought of a serious professional watching me brought back to life all of my aging and bloating insecurities. “Mr. Fox as in Elite’s owner?” I managed to whisper.
“Yes.”
“I-I don’t know…”
The elevator door slid open, but I didn’t move forward when Ricky did. “Ms. Gemberling.” He smiled again, but didn’t tug me forward out into the lobby. “Mr. Fox is just another guy—”
I snorted.
“—who enjoys satisfying his customers like any of the other escorts.”
Huffing a sigh, I glanced down over my dress and heels choice.
“Like I said before, you look lovely.”
I lifted my head and met his kind, smiling eyes.
“Any man would be honored to escort you—or watch you this evening.”
Flutters took over my stomach again. Fantasy number one and Jarod’s cock … I inhaled as much oxygen as I could. One last time. One last fuck—or two—to imprint on my brain some memories to last me a lifetime.
“Okay.” I strode forward, my heels clicking and insides jittering. “Sneak me away to my secret meeting.”
****
The hotel door was cracked open, so stomach jittering and knees knocking, I walked in without a sound. No one occupied the dim living area, but soft light glowed through the double doors leading to the bedroom. Indistinct muffled music floated from hidden speakers.
In keeping with clandestine and all things sneaky, I slipped off my heels and quietly left my small purse on the table, my focus on the opened doors and the beckoning king-sized bed and its pale coverlet and plump pillows.
I paused in the doorway, heart beating in my throat.
A man sat in the far, shadowed corner facing me. While not bright enough to reveal his features, the room’s soft light over the bed allowed me to note his blond hair.
Not Jarod.
Warmth caressed my backside a split second before his musky cologne flooded my senses.
“Happy birthday, baby girl,” he murmured against the skin beneath my ear as his body pressed along mine. His hot breath brushed my ear, and I fought to stay upright as a small moan passed my lips.
“Thank you,” I managed. What the hell had Jess been thinking? I’d said dangerous with a capital D. She knew my limits. Knew I didn’t want to get caught up in one of Elite’s escorts and break his heart—or mine.
Fuck.
My body tensed to run, but Jarod slid the straps off my shoulders, sending my dress floating down to pool around my ankles.
The man on the chair shifted.
“God, this body…” Jarod ran his large hands down my arms, back over the curve of my ass, and around to my rib cage, filling them with my heavy boobs, lifting them as if in offering to our shadowed watcher.
Electrical current swept through to my clit as Jarod pinched my pebbled nipples and pressed his very naked body against mine, the base of the hard ridge of his cock fitting into the top of my ass cheeks. His hands followed the path still tingling across my skin to between my thighs where he cupped my pussy. “I need to taste this heavenly cunt,” he whispered in my ear, fluttering my eyelids shut and filling his palm with my arousal. “Slow and torturous, or hard and fast?”
Jarod’s murmured words along my neck slammed memories of our last time together through my brain, weakening my knees. “I-I don’t care. I just need to come.” I sounded like a breathless porn whore desperate for the huge cock pressing against me.
“Crawl to the middle of the bed on your hands and knees.”
Jarod released his hold on my pussy, but I hesitated, biting the inside of my lip as my gaze flitted to the shadowed corner. The man’s hand ran along the front of his pants.
Unsure of myself for the first time in forever, I glanced back at Jarod.
“If it’s too much, tell me to stop, and I will,” he said, his heated, much too emotional gaze resting on my eyes.
He had said almost those exact words to me once before, but any thoughts of saying no to whatever he wanted to do to me extinguished by the need on his face. I wanted him. Badly, if the moisture dripping from my pussy was any indication.
“Go on.” Jarod feathered his lips along my jaw, resting a palm against my ass. “Get up there and lift that ass to me in offering.”
Holy fuck, fuck, fuck.
Warning bells slammed against the inside of my head, ringing my ears and clanging against my chest. I turned my head and pressed a hand against his bare chest until he backed off from making love to my mouth.
“No kissing,” I whispered.
His gaze shuttered and all trace of emotion dissolved. I recognized the impersonal stare he’d given me before fucking me against my kitchen island. “If that’s your wish.”
“It is.”
“Do I have permission to kiss you elsewhere?” he asked, hand sliding around my hip, fingers sliding through my wetness.
I swallowed against the dryness claiming my mouth. “Yes.”
“Then on the bed, baby girl.” He motioned forward with his chin. “Let’s show Micah how gorgeous you are when you come.”
Heat flashed through me again as I turned toward the fair-haired man. He gripped himself through his pants.
I moved forward, the feeling of both men’s stare searing and pebbling my skin. On hands and knees, I did as Jarod had ordered, unable to tear my gaze from the bright blue eyes that came clear the closer I drew to the shadowed corner. All sense of self-consciousness blew right out the door. Swaying breasts, bloated stomach—Micah looked at me like a man starved for the female body.
The bed dipped behind me, and my eyelids fell shut as Jarod buried his face in my sopping pussy. Same as the first time, he dove in like a starved man, lapping, nosing, and teeth grazing.
“Oh, fuck,” I whimpered, fighting the need to fall onto my chest and lift my ass higher.
Jarod grasped my cheeks and spread me wider, his thumbs digging into my flesh. “God, this cunt.” He dove back in with a groan, licking me from clit to ass hole where he lingered, rimming me in slow torturous circles.
My gaze flitted to our watcher. He had pulled his cock free of his pants and slid a hand down to the base.
Longest, thickest cock I’d ever seen. Holy fuck, he was huge.
Jarod slid two fingers deep inside of my pussy as his tongue pressed into my ass, reclaiming my focus.
I pressed back into his face on a moan, all thought fleeing my brain as need swelled inside of me.
Jarod slid his fingers out to the tips, he twisted his hand and pressed deep again, rubbing along the front of my vaginal wall.
My climax ripped through me unexpected, and I cried out, my pussy clenching at his fingers.
Groans from both men reached my ears as I panted through the waves rippling through my body. “Fuck… Oh, fuck, Jarod.” The words poured from my parted lips as I ground my pussy against his face.
He continued to stroke me, and a second climax burned through my pussy, clenching at his hand. He lapped at my cum, a deep growl rumbling from his chest. “So fucking sweet,” he said against my throbbing lips.
My toes and fingertips tingled, the muscles in my body slackened beyond what any hot bath could do. I wanted to beg
for more. Needed more.
Jarod
I glanced over at Micah as I lifted my head from the sweetest-tasting cunt I’d ever buried my face in. He stroked his huge cock, gaze glued to Christine’s face.
Unease tingled down my spine. I didn’t like him looking at her … enjoying the sight of her lush curves.
She’s not yours. She doesn’t want you like that.
The cold reminder did little to lessen my jealousy or the painful throbbing in my cock. She wanted me buried balls-deep inside of her while another man watched, which I wasn’t too keen on, but, fuck, did I want her. I wanted to make love to her mouth, her body, keep her all to myself. Hide her away in my bedroom, tied to my bed so that no other man could touch or look at her.
The desires in my head scared the shit out of me, even more so since I knew Christine’s wants didn’t line up with mine.
Fucking screwed, Cooney had said. He was so damn right.
Pretend Micah’s not here, and satisfy the customer.
Muscle in my jaw ticking, I grabbed the items I’d thrown on the bed beside us. A quick condom roll on and squirt of lube, and I yanked Christine up by her hair so her back rested against my chest, her tits jutting out.
“You’re going to use that tight ass of yours to make me come,” I whispered against her ear and bit on her lobe.
She gasped and nodded, but didn’t reach for where I held tight to her hair.
“Up and on me, baby girl.”
She lifted her hips, and I lined up my sheathed cock with her puckered hole. I pulled her down by her hair and slammed up with my hips to bury myself deep.
A low groan ripped from my throat. “You’re so fucking tight. So damn perfect.”
I spread my legs, pulling hers wide along with mine, putting her on full display for the chair in the corner—just like she wanted.
Christine arched her back against me and gyrated her hips, grinding my cock in her ass. I sat unmoving, making her work for it, my hand still tangled in her long auburn waves.
“Do you like my cock up your ass?” I asked against her collarbone, angling her head back so I could see her face as she continued to ride me.
“God, yes!” Her mouth parted, gaze on the chair in the corner.
“What’s he doing?” I asked, hating that I wanted to know.
“Jerking himself off.”
“Do you like that he’s getting off while watching you fuck me?”
Christine licked her lip and nodded, her pebbled nipples sticking straight out, begging for attention.
I grasped her right breast and pinched with my forefinger and thumb.
She bucked against me with a groan.
“Do you want him to come over here and touch you?” I whispered against her ear, hating that I needed to know.
Her lower lip disappeared between her teeth, and my heart seized. She shook her head, though, and my breath left in a rush.
I thrust up to meet her, and her eyes shut. “Show me how wet your pussy is.”
Christine reached between her spread legs and lifted her hand up. Her cream coated her fingers, making my mouth water even though my face had been buried between her legs minutes earlier.
“Taste yourself.”
She hesitated, her eyelids popping open, but she stared at her fingers—not Micah.
I pinched her nipple again. “Do it.”
The tip of her tongue darted out and licked the top of her middle finger.
“More,” I said, thrusting up as hard as I could, my grip on her breast keeping her steady.
She closed her mouth over both fingers and hollowed her cheeks, sucking them clean.
“Christ, Christine,” I growled, unable to help from thrusting like a mad man into her ass even though I’d told her she had to make me come. Best intentions, and all…
Whimpers escaped her parted lips, and her eyes closed again.
I released my hold on her breast and reached between her thighs. Her clit protruded above swelled labia, her arousal slicking every inch of skin and dripping to the sheet beneath us.
She grasped at my thighs, her nails digging into my skin, helping me to focus.
I rimmed her pussy, my hold on her hair keeping her back bowed, neck available for my lips, tongue, and teeth.
Fuck not marking. I clamped my lips down where her neck and shoulder met, and shoved three fingers up her sopping cunt.
“Oh, fuck,” she groaned the word out. “Harder. Fuck me harder. Please, Jarod…”
I fucking lost it. Pushed her forward onto the bed and rutted like a dog who hadn’t gotten any in months. My entire weight lay on her back, my hand between her pussy and the mattress, tugging on her hard clit as I slammed into her ass over and over.
She gasped and whimpered beneath me, strands of her hair plastered to her sweating cheek and forehead. Her lips parted, and the telltale whine built in her chest.
“Give it to me, baby girl,” I growled and nipped her shoulder. “Give me all you’ve got.”
I pinched her clit hard between my fingers, and she shrieked, her body convulsing beneath me.
Micah grunted from the corner of the room, but I was too far gone to give a shit.
“Oh God! Fuck!” She shrieked again as I pinched harder.
My fucking balls hardened to the point of pain, and I gave over to my need, pulling up to my knees and yanking her hips off the mattress. I slammed into her over and over again, grunting and groaning like a fucking animal, wild and out of control.
“Fuck!” My balls exploded, and cum shot out of my cock. “Goddamn, Christine!”
I clenched my jaw, my eyes slamming shut, and milked myself with her tight ass until I shuddered in completion and I heaved for breath.
“Fuck.” I opened my eyes.
Christine lay like a corpse beneath me except for the air panting from her mouth, fluttering the strands of hair over her face.
I loosened my grip on her hips and lowered her body to the mattress, my cock sliding out of her ass. Purple fingermarks lined her hips, but a smile hinted at the corner of her mouth.
“Are you okay?” I asked, smoothing my hands over the marks I’d left on her skin.
“Mmm hmm.” A shuddering sigh slid over her body, pebbling her skin.
“I’ll get a towel to clean you up,” I whispered, backing off the bed. Without glancing at Micah, I stumbled to the bathroom.
I’d never fucked a woman so brutally before. Never ended up weak-kneed because of a tight ass and the woman’s ability to leave me light-headed and breathless.
Fucking screwed didn’t even begin to describe what I was.
****
I pulled open the bathroom door, warm wet towel in my hand, to find Micah leaning against the door jam.
“You’re good and truly fucked, just like Cooney said,” he whispered with a chuckle.
I scowled. “Tell me something I don’t already know.”
“After seeing the two of you together, I won’t be mad if you leave Elite.”
My frown disappeared, and I stared at my best friend.
He nodded toward the bathroom, and I glanced down to find his flaccid cock and the hand wrapped around it covered in semen. “She puts on one hell of a show.”
Anger simmered in my gut, but I nodded. “I’ll tell her you said so.”
“You staying?”
I glanced at the still lifeless body sprawled in the middle of the bed. Christine hadn’t even pushed the hair out of her face. “Yeah.”
“Good luck.” Micah clasped my shoulder with his free hand. “I think you’re going to need it.”
“Yeah,” I muttered. “Thanks.”
I moved out of his way and strode across the room. What the hell was I going to do with her? She didn’t want me, and the thought of another night without her in my bed twisted like a fucking ice pick in my gut.
Christine didn’t move as I knelt on the bed beside her and used the washcloth to wipe her cum and lube remnants off of her thighs and as
s. She sighed, but that and the lift of her back with each breath was the only indication life pumped through her arteries.
The bathroom door opened, but I didn’t turn around. I stared down at the winding curves of the most gorgeous woman on the planet.
You should leave with Micah.
But the hotel door opened and swished shut, the latch clicking in the stillness of the suite.
“Did I hurt you?” I finally broke the quiet.
The hint of a smile ghosted at the corner of her lips again. “No,” she whispered.
“Do you want me to leave?” I held my breath.
Christine heaved a sigh and rolled onto her side, passion-hazed eyes peering up at me. “I should, but I don’t.”
Without giving her a chance to expand on the words, I laid down behind her and pulled her back against me, my arm resting over the dip of her waist, hand splayed on the soft skin beneath her breasts. I wanted to bury my face in her hair and breathe in her honeysuckle scent, but kept my face and affection well away from her.
We lay in silence, my heartbeat slowing and thumping in time with the heart beneath my palm. The wondering of what went through her mind drove me nuts. I clenched my eyes shut, telling myself over and over to keep my mouth shut as well.
“So now what?” I heard myself ask. Damn woman undid me in every way.
She yawned and twined her fingers through mine. “I have you until eight tomorrow morning, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Then I want a second go-round just as soon as I can move again.”
Unable to help myself, I held her close and buried my nose in her hair like I’d wanted to do. “Sounds like a good plan to me.”
She drifted off not long after, and my mind wouldn’t shut the hell up.
Sliding back and popping on my elbow, I gently pulled her onto her back beside me so I could watch her sleep. Little puffs of air escaped her parted lips. Her slightly crooked nose wrinkled as a frown flitted across her brow.
I wondered what went through her mind, what dreams controlled her facial expressions. A wave of hair still stuck to her cheek, and I brushed it back with my fingertips.
Christine sighed and tilted her head toward my hand. I cupped her cheek and stared at her plump lips. I bit down on my tongue to keep from kissing her, but goddamn, did I want to.