by L. P. Lovell
“This is for the first date. I’ll give you double that for the wedding, thirty in total.”
I glance over her again, paying more attention to detail. She’s young, but her handbag is Hermes, the watch on her wrist a limited addition Rolex and her earrings are Tahitian pearls. She’s from money.
“What was your surname again?”
“Cross. Elodie Cross.” Cross Enterprises, owners of a huge hotel chain here in London.
“And your friend's name?”
“Poppy Whitely.” She crosses her arms over her chest.
I scoop up the envelope of cash and tuck it in my inside jacket pocket before pushing to my feet. “Call me when you have a date set up.” And then I’m striding out of the coffee shop and wondering how the hell I managed to get myself into being Poppy Whitely’s fictional date.
I knock on the door of Anna’s Belgravia townhouse and wait. Anna’s one of the few clients I kept on after I cut back, pretty much because she’s hot. I’d almost fuck her for free, but I’m a businessman and nothing worth having in this life is free. She knows it as much as I do.
As always her maid answers and keeps her gaze fixed on the floor as she holds the door open for me.
“Margareet.” She never acknowledges me. I walk straight through the entrance hall and hop up the two flights of stairs to Anna’s bedroom. She likes to fuck on the bed she shares with her much older husband. Her wish, my command.
I knock once and push the door open. Anna’s standing in the middle of the room in full black lace lingerie that exposes every perfectly toned inch of her body. She’s not alone, though. I narrow my eyes at the dickhead sitting in the chair in the corner. Maddox is topless with the top button of his jeans unfastened and his bare foot propped casually on his knee.
“What’s up, boss?” He grins. Him being here isn’t totally out of the blue. Anna fucks Maddox on a Monday. I fuck her on a Thursday. It’s never bothered me, as long as he bag’s his shit up and I get paid, I’m good.
“I think you got your days mixed up.” I tell him.
Anna steps in front of me, blocking my view of him. “Thor, always so serious.” She says in her Russian accent. She pouts, smoothing her hands over my chest and fingering the buttons of my shirt. “I wanted to have a little fun.” She flashes me a blinding smile and releases the top button, followed by another.
Maddox moves behind her and brushes her hair off her neck, kissing her shoulder. His eyes lock with mine, a small smirk playing over his lips. I glare at him.
“A threesome.” It’s not like it’s the first time I’ve had the request but a little warning would be good. I don’t like surprises.
She looks up at me through her long lashes. “I want you both to fuck me at the same time.” My cock hardens just at the sound of her voice, that Russian accent demanding two dicks at once. Her fingers trail over my shoulders as she pushes my shirt off. I shrug out of it and let it drop to the floor.
I take a deep breath and lock eyes with Maddox. “You keep your dick away from my arse.” I point at him. He throws his head back and laughs. I don’t trust him for shit. That fucker will stick his dick in anything.
“Fine.” He cocks an eyebrow.
Like I said, I’m all about customer satisfaction. I thrust a hand into Anna’s hair and yank her head back hard. Maddox wraps an arm around her and glides a palm over her stomach before shoving it straight in her underwear and biting down on the side of her neck. Her eyes flutter closed and a blissful smile pulls at the corners of her full red lips.
I bring my lips close to hers and I can feel her rapid breaths blowing over my tongue. “You’re a dirty whore, Anna.” I breathe, brushing my lips over hers. Anna’s one of those girls, the ones that like to be degraded and used. It gets her off. Hell, it fucking gets me off. She gasps at whatever Maddox is doing to her and I swipe my tongue over her bottom lip. I’m all for a threesome, though Xavier is usually my partner of choice. There is something undeniably hot about watching a woman fall apart under the brutality of two men. So long as the other guy isn’t just as likely to fuck me as the chick. Maddox would.
Maddox glances up at me as he bites down on her earlobe. “Suck his dick.” He rumbles in her ear. She scrapes her teeth over her lip and reaches for my belt, yanking it open and unzipping my fly. She pushes my trousers and boxers down. I use my grip on her hair to force her head down. She tries to buckle at the knees but Maddox grips her hips forcing her to bend at the waist.
“Uh uh, arse up, sweet cheeks.” He grins and slaps her arse hard, the crack rings out around the room and a low moan slips from her throat.
Her tongue swipes over the head of my dick and I grit my teeth. Those sweet lips wrap around me and I tighten my grip on her hair, forcing her down. I give it to Anna, she can swallow dick with the best of them, but I have a lot of dick to swallow. Her lips touch my balls before she gags. Mine and Maddox’s combined groans of appreciation fill the air. He grabs the tiny g-string she’s wearing and snaps it off her with a flick of his wrist. His hand disappears between her legs and she hums around my dick, vibrating her tongue against my shaft. Fuck.
“Damn, I want to bury my dick in this pussy.” Maddox growls. He thrusts fingers into her hard enough that his massive bicep contracts, forcing her forward until she’s groaning and choking on my dick.
“Yes!” He laughs and places his free hand to his forehead, saluting me before he drops to his knee’s behind her. He’s an arse. Her nails rake into my thighs and I get just a hint of teeth on my dick before she releases me and throws her head back. A ragged gasp breaks past her lips and she rocks back as Maddox literally yanks her against his face.
“Fuck!” He shouts and then he motorboats her pussy. He’s a fucking animal and a bit of a legend. She smiles and glances up at me as she slides her lips over my cock again.
He works her over until her legs are trembling and she’s clinging to me to stay upright. I tear her off my dick and she stands upright. Maddox gets to his feet, his face covered in pussy. He wraps a hand around Anna’s jaw. Winking at me, he wrenches her head to the side and slams his lips over hers. Her lips part and he thrust his tongue into her mouth. Then he shoves her away like an unwanted gift and makes a slow show of dragging his tongue over his lips.
“Her pussy, your dick.” He shakes his head and a smug smile works its way onto his face. I glare at him and he just laughs before throwing himself backwards on the bed. He lays there with his legs spread and his hands behind his head, dick erect and waiting. Anna crawls over his body and kisses him, long and slow. I grab a couple of Johnny’s out of my wallet and throw one on the bed beside Maddox. I open the other one and slide it over my cock.
I step up behind Anna and all I can see is long legs, arse, and that greedy fucking pussy of hers. I grab her hips and yank her down the bed, tearing her away from Maddox. Her knees are just on the edge of the mattress and Maddox grins, repositioning his legs either side of her. I grip her hair and pull hard, forcing her back to bow and her pussy to rub against my dick.
“Suck his dick.” I growl in her ear. I feel her physically tremble in my grasp, and the second I release her she’s all over his cock. I position myself and slam into her in one thrust. Maddox’s hand is on the back of her head and her nails are digging into his hips. His eyes lock with mine and I know he’s getting off on watching me fuck her. I don’t even care.
The harder I fuck her, the harder she sucks his dick. The more she moans, the more he moans, until it’s like a fucking symphony. I slide a palm over her perfect arse and brush my finger over her hole. Anna loves it in the arse. I spit on her crack and smear the moisture over her, before pressing my thumb inside. A full body tremor rips through her and she chokes breathlessly.
“I think she wants you to fuck her in the arse, Thor.” Maddox cocks an eyebrow and a spark of excitement flashes in his eyes as he thrusts his dick into her face. I press my thumb deeper into her arse and her pussy clenches around my dick. Fuck. I pull out o
f her and slap her cheek hard enough to leave a bright red hand print. I smear the wetness from her pussy up over her arse until she’s covered in herself.
Gripping the back of her neck, I use it to pull her upright. I bring my lips to her neck, growling in her ear. “You’re going to take two dicks like the dirty whore you are.” I shove her forward roughly and she lands on all fours.
Tossing her long dark hair over her shoulder, she crawls up the bed, straddling Maddox. He hurries to bag his shit up, ripping the packet open with his teeth before spitting it out. He grips his dick and she slides down on it.
“Fuck, such a tight pussy.” He spits. His hands grip her arse and he yanks her until she falls forward against his chest. A hand wraps around the back of her neck, holding her in place. “It’s lonely in here, boss.” He laughs.
I place a knee either side of Maddox’s thighs. His hands are still on her cheeks, spreading them wide and giving me a stellar view of her arsehole. I spit on her hole again and line my dick up, pressing inside her. I grit my teeth as her arse squeezes my bellend. Fuck, her pussy’s tight but her arse is the stuff dreams are made of. I pull out and push forward again until I’m buried balls deep in Russian arse.
A string of moans falls from her lips and yet neither of us has even moved yet.
“Well, this is cosy.” Maddox says before he thrusts up against her, making her cry out.
“You wanted us, you got us, Anna.” I huff a laugh and thrust into her. Her body is shaking, her breaths falling raggedly from her body. I don’t blame her. Neither Maddox or me are small guys. That’s a lot of dick to take.
We both start to move and everything is so fucking tight. I throw my head back and grip her hips, pounding into her mercilessly. Her pleading moans mingle with Maddox’s deep groans and my own strained breaths. It doesn’t take long before she’s shaking and screaming. I’m ready to explode. There’s only so long you can be in a hole that tight.
“Yes, fucking squeeze my dick.” Maddox chokes, thrusting up against her harder as she comes.
The second she’s done I pull out of her and throw her off Maddox. She lands on her back on the bed. I rip off the Johnny and kneel beside her. Maddox does the same on her other side. I fist my dick and pump until my balls tighten, my spine tingles and then pleasure rips through me. I groan and shoot spunk all over her chest in long spurts. Maddox strokes his cock furiously before he lets out a roar. Every muscle in his body looks as though it’s about to tear through his skin, and then he blows his load, spunking on her stomach. She moans and drags her hand through it, smearing our combined come all over her body. Her gaze locks with mine and she brings her hand to her mouth, sliding two fingers inside. God, she really is the best kind of woman.
I glance at my watch as I hop back in my car. Fuck, I’m running late for the meet up with this chick. I smell like a porn set as well which is just great. I floor it back home and jump in the shower. Twenty minutes later and I’m walking back out the door.
I step into the tiny Italian restaurant in Greenwich. My hair is still damp and I’m five minutes late, but I’m here.
When I step inside the restaurant I scan the room. The tables are all dimly lit by candle light and it’s hard to make out people's faces.
“Have you booked sir?” A voice asks. I turn to the waiter who is smiling politely at me.
“Uh, yes, I’m meeting someone. Miss Whitely.”
“This way.” He turns on his heel and I follow him to the back of the room. In the far back corner, he shows me to a table. The girl sat at it is on her phone, typing away furiously.
The waiter leaves us. “Poppy I presume.” Her head jerks up and she freezes, her lips slightly parted. I’ve seen pictures of her sister a lot. Their father is a party leader for the Conservatives. Violet Whitely is photographed regularly because she’s hot, but her younger sister… holy shit. I’ve seen some stunning women over the years but Poppy Whitely is jaw dropping. Long red hair falls around her shoulders in loose waves, contrasting against perfect porcelain skin. Sharp cheekbones cut across her face, accentuating full lips that I’d pay good money to have wrapped around my dick. Her wide hazel eyes trace the lines of my chest, working slowly up to my face. She swallows heavily but doesn’t look away, holding my gaze almost confrontationally. I was balls deep in Anna’s arse less than an hour ago, but my dick twitches with just a look from this girl.
She pushes up from her chair, revealing the simple grey jumper dress that she’s wearing. It covers her from neck to knee, but clings to every one of her petite curves.
“And you’re Thor.” She holds her hand out to me as though she expects me to shake it. I have to smile. Grasping her hand, I lift it and place my lips against the skin at the back of her hand. I can smell her perfume, a distinctive scent that I’ve never smelt before.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” I say in a low voice.
Dark green eyes glance up at me through long dark lashes, locking on me. My skin is tingling beneath the touch of his lips and my heart is hammering against my ribs unevenly. I stand there like an idiot unable to move or speak. Some men are good looking but in a realistic kind of way. This one looks like he stepped out of another world where his kind of gorgeous exists. The name Thor would be apt—he looks like a damn God. Broad shoulders fill a perfectly fitted suit jacket, black with a matching shirt. As he bends forward his hair falls slightly over his forehead, the damp strands sitting in a sexy disarray. My brain trips over itself for a few more seconds and his lips twitch into a sexy smirk. Shit. I look like a fumbling idiot. I blink and yank my hand from his grasp, tucking it behind my back. My skin is still tingling from the brush of his lips and the sensation is spreading up my arm. My knees feel wobbly, so I sit down, bracing my elbows against the table.
He takes the seat across from me, unfastening his jacket with a casual grace. “Thank you for coming. I guess Elodie told you about my predicament.” I try to sound confident, but the way his eyes snap to mine makes me think he sees straight through me.
He rests one elbow on the table and taps his index finger against his full bottom lip. “She did, but I have to ask…why is your friend having to set you up on a date? Surely you have plenty of offers?”
I sigh at the thought of having to go with one of my mother’s friend’s sons. They’re all such pretentious twats. “They’re all idiots. I’d rather go alone. In fact, I’m perfectly happy going alone. It’s Elodie who insists that I take a ridiculously attractive man with me.” I gesture towards him. “No offence. I mean, I’m sure you’re very nice aside from….the muscles. And the face.” I blurt. Oh my god. I feel heat creep into my cheeks as a blush makes its way over my face.
“None taken.” He says though I can see him fighting a smile.
“She kind of has a point. It would piss my sister off. Anyway, if you fancy coming, getting shit faced drunk with me and possibly holding my hair back while I vomit my guts out, that would be great.” His head falls back and he laughs, a deep rumbling sound that resonates deep into my core. Where the hell has Elodie been hiding this guy?
“Well if there’s food and drink I’m there.”
“Uh, it’s my sister. She’s having a hundred and fifty grand wedding. I’m pretty sure she’ll be feeding the five thousand.”
“Well, I’m all about free food.”
“Is that your way of saying I’m paying tonight?” I smile. He chuckles and then narrows his eyes on me. His index finger gently taps over his bottom lip as though he’s trying to work me out or something. The longer he looks at me the harder my heart beats until all I can hear is my own pulse hammering in my ears. I can’t tear my gaze from his, and it’s as though he has a physical hold on me and he’s pulling, tugging me towards him.
A throat clears beside us and I jump. The waiter stands there smiling politely. “Can I get you something to drink?”
“Wine. I need wine.” I say. Thor keeps his eyes fixed on the wine list in front of him but I don’t miss the way hi
s lips twitch, fighting a smile. We both order food, and I keep my eyes firmly fixed on the menu the entire time. I just need a second to regroup.
The waiter bustles away and I’m left with the full force of his stare again. “So, Thor, if you’re to be my date I guess I should know something about you.”
Casually leaning back in his chair, he taps his fingertips on the table top. “Ask away, Poppy.” The way he says my name makes me shiver and I almost want to slap myself.
“What do you do for a living?” His expression shifts, becoming less playful and more serious for a second.
“I run a business in the hospitality sector.” He says slowly. “How about you?”
“I’m an artist.”
The waiter comes back and opens a bottle of wine, pouring two glasses for us.
“Thank you.” I say. He nods and walks away.
“How does your father feel about you being an artist?” He asks the question carefully but I know exactly what he’s getting at.
“Let’s just say there’s a reason why Violet is the golden girl.” I pick up the wine and take a healthy gulp.
He shrugs. “Breaking the mold isn’t a bad thing. Do what you love and love what you do.”
I smile. Looks and intelligence. He must be a psycho. There’s no other explanation.
It’s Saturday morning and I’m on my way to pick Poppy up. I’m never up this early on a weekend, but I even moved a client last night just so I wouldn’t turn up looking like I’d been run over. I’m not a day time, be your date at a wedding kind of guy, but fuck it. Money’s money, right? And it might not be so bad. At the very least the sister showdown should be amusing. Plus, I get to stare at Poppy’s sweet arse all day. The girl is smoking hot and the more I spoke to her the more I actually liked her. After our conversation the other night we had dinner, we talked, it was…normal. And I realised it’s because she doesn’t know I’m an escort. She doesn’t treat me like something she paid for or act as though she wants anything from me. As far as she’s concerned I’m just a friend of a friend who’s agreed to go to a wedding with her. For a second I feel bad about deceiving her, but then I remember that it’s just a job. This job just so happens to involve the client not knowing she’s a client. That’s not on me. That’s on her friend.