For the Night - Complete Box Set

by C. J. Fallowfield

  ‘Sir,’ she mewled and did as she was told. I let go of her face and slipped my hands down her sides to grip her hips and stretched out my fingers to test where the damn thing was. I was fucking her as if her life depended on it, she was screaming and yowling and still the damn thing hadn’t rolled off. I gave it an encouraging shove with my hand and heard a crash as I buried my face in her neck and kissed it. ‘O my God! What was that?’ she gasped.

  ‘Some vase. Shit, I don’t want to risk your feet on the floor with pieces of glass or whatever it was, we’ll move this into one of the other rooms.’ I circled my hips again, making her squeal, distracting her as I grabbed her backside and slid her off the table and swung around and marched out of the offending room. Three down, one to go, how the hell was I going to avoid the one on the balcony? I should have gone to check it out while she was sleeping. I felt her kissing my neck as I walked, wishing I got some kind of response to it. Not since Lucy had I had a proper response to women touching me. I had no problem performing, I was a guy after all, a naked willing woman was all that was needed to get me hard, or off, but it was like I shut off a part of myself, the part that really let me relax and enjoy it. Sex with clients was just a function, I had to save something for my personal life and all I had left was my feelings and genuine reactions. I strode into the bathroom I’d ventured into earlier and made my way to the wet room and turned on the two overhead rain showers. They were a perfect temperature. I lifted Camilla off me, with a moan of protest from her, and set her down on the travertine floor. ‘Turn around, face the tiles.’

  ‘But I want to see you.’

  ‘Do as you’re told and I’ll make it worth your while,’ I nodded. She spun around and faced them for me and I flexed my muscles in the heat before pressing her up against the tiled wall and kicking her ankles apart. ‘Hands up above your head on the tiles and keep them there.’

  ‘You’re hot all in control,’ she groaned. I placed the tip of my finger tip in the hollow at the base of her neck and slowly drew it down her spine and watched her shiver, then turned my hand and slid further down to press my middle finger on her perineum. I gently stroked it and smiled as she let out a throaty gasp, then slipped forward through her wetness, circling her entrance as she writhed her hips. I leaned in and lay a trail of kisses up the side of her neck before nibbling on her ear lobe.

  ‘Do you have any idea what you do to me, Camilla Domville?’ I whispered. ‘You have the most amazing body that I just want to worship all night, I want to lavish attention on those stiff little nipples of yours as your fingers tear through my hair, then lick and kiss every inch of skin between them and here,’ I confirmed as I pressed my finger tip firmly on her clit. She whined as I started to circle it and her hips moved in a perfect rhythm. ‘Do you want my cock inside you?’

  ‘So badly you have no idea.’

  ‘How about I just give you this instead?’ I asked as I slid two fingers up inside her and she whined and stamped her feet.

  ‘No, I want your cock.’

  ‘This is just a reminder of all those boys you’ve been with before, this is as good as it gets with them Camilla, remember how inadequate this feels in a second when I’m buried deep inside you, filling you the way they never will.’ I pumped my fingers and gently bit the back of her neck, sucking until she squealed, trembled and tried to catch her breath. ‘That was an average orgasm, you’re about to experience one that will leave you speechless.’

  ‘O shit,’ she breathed and I pulled out my fingers and gave them to her to suck. She wrapped her tongue around them and I angled myself with my left hand and thrust into her without warning, letting out a pretend groan.

  ‘Logan, O. My. God!’ she cried. I held her hands in one of my own, high up above her head against the tiles, while I snaked a hand around, squeezing between the tiles and her toned stomach and pinched her clit, hard. ‘Don’t leave, I’ll pay you anything you want, I want you to stay, to be all mine and only mine.’

  ‘I am entirely yours Camilla, for the night. I’m not going anywhere, not when you’re milking my cock like that. I’ve never met a woman I wanted to fuck more than I did you when you walked into the bar with that dress on,’ I lied as I kissed behind her ear and moved my hips a little faster with another pinch, until she shattered again. Truth was, hot as she’d looked in that outfit and as much as I’d wanted to fuck her, I couldn’t remember the last time I really wanted a woman deep in my gut, that got to have you or I’ll die feeling. The only person recently that had given me any form of emotional response was Summer. My cock swelled immediately as I thought of her picture and Camilla screamed with joy and came again. I closed my eyes and imagined it was Summer that I was buried in right now, damn her wanting some bloody virgin softly softly approach next week. I took out my frustrations on Camilla by really pounding into her until she was begging me to stop as one orgasm after another hit her. I finally unloaded hard and fast and gasped myself. Damn it, just thinking about a picture had me come harder than I had in a long time. I was breaking one of my secret cardinal rules, “Never get excited about meeting a client or you’re well and truly fucked, as personal just crossed into professional.” I’d already crossed that line before our first fucking appointment.

  ‘Logan,’ Camilla whimpered as her body went limp, suspended by my one hand holding her wrists and my stomach against her backside. I wrapped an arm around her waist and let go of her hands, spun her around and smoothed the wet hair away from her dazed looking face and kissed her.

  ‘You were sensational, every time just gets better and better.’

  ‘Yeah,’ she groaned as she tried to focus her eyes. I moved us under the hot water and cradled her in my arms, her head against my chest, planting the occasional kiss in her hair as she tried to recover, while I wished I was anywhere but here. That was the power of money for you.

  Camilla

  I stretched out my fingers over Logan’s chest as we lay in bed relaxing. I’d gone dizzy and lightheaded after that seriously hot shower sex, but he’d been so sweet after, washing my hair for me and soaping up his hands to give me a slow all over body massage. He’d wrapped me up in one of the luxurious soft dressing gowns provided and I must have dozed off, as the next thing I knew was that he was waking me up a short while later carrying a tray with a room service order he’d placed, as we’d missed eating dinner. He’d got me my favourite meal of PB&J sandwiches with curly fries and a hot chocolate fudge brownie with vanilla bean ice cream. I was amazed, I hadn’t even given him that information in the booking form. He really was everything I’d heard he was. He also had quite an appetite, for food as well as sex. He’d ordered himself a lobster bisque, chicken Caesar salad, a side of fries and an Idaho potato with sour cream and a fresh fruit salad, requesting plenty of banana and mango and had polished off the lot before I’d even gotten to dessert, there again he did wear off plenty of calories with all that work he did. He’d held me to his chest suggesting I needed a rest as he still had plans for me and I needed to conserve my energy.

  I’d been so happy to wake up like that, in his strong arms. I smiled as I lay draped over the top of him, drawing my name with my fingertip on his chest. I couldn’t wait to watch that recording back. Too bad the damn lift and shower sex ones were a bust, but the one of him fucking me from behind on the bed would be amazing to watch. And when I gave him the blow job, as he sat at the end of the bed while I had my hands tied behind my back, that would be a perfectly clear shot of his stunning face on the camera. Blaine could work his magic and copy those for my own private collection. I looked over at the camera and nearly swore out loud. He’d tossed his damn jacket over the top of it, fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Now I had nothing, three damn cameras and not one recording?

  I looked up at Logan, who smiled down at me and I forgot about my fury for a moment and studied his face. Everything was in perfect symmetry, except for his bottom lip which was even sexier as it was slightly fuller than the top one. He also had a tiny
scar under his jaw and I wondered how he’d got that. He had no tattoos on his beautiful buff body, which was refreshing given virtually every guy I went with had. His dark grey eyes were mesmerising, I could drown in them.

  ‘You’re so beautiful,’ he sighed and kissed me tenderly. I smiled on the inside, Logan Steele didn’t know it yet, but seeing as he was going to be mine, he’d be seeing this beautiful face all the time. ‘Can I get you a drink?’

  ‘I’m good,’ I smiled.

  ‘Go nowhere, I’m not done with you yet,’ he advised as he kissed me again and hopped out of bed. I watched him stride butt naked out of the master suite with his empty glass of water. I quickly ran to remove his jacket, he’d knocked the dock when he’d done it, so I crouched down and made sure it was angled back onto the bed, smiled, hung up his jacket in the dressing room, then crept back into the bed to await his return.

  The Camera

  Logan

  I poured myself another glass of water, noticing that a fresh bottle in another freezing bucket of ice had been provided and wondered how they knew to replenish stocks, and that they wouldn’t be interrupting us by coming in to do it? When I returned to the bedroom, Camilla had fallen asleep, clients often needed to sleep, not being used to such intense physical activities, so assuming we were on schedule with their requirements, I let them. I on the other hand wasn’t being paid to sleep, I needed to stay by their sides so I was the first thing they saw when they woke up, they needed to feel that they were my priority. The disadvantage of only spending one night with a client from abroad, was that I never had time to adjust to a new time zone, I was constantly on UK time, so even I was feeling the effects of no sleep and some strenuous sexual activities.

  I spent two hours working out in the living room area of the master bedroom, press ups, squats, crunches, planks, then checked she was still sleeping soundly before having a quick shower in the other bedroom, shaving and applying her favourite aftershave. She was still sleeping when I returned, so I dialled room service to order a large pot of black coffee to be delivered immediately, then placed a breakfast order to be delivered at six a.m. I was being collected for my return flight at eight-thirty, so I requested more coffee and a large egg white omelette with another fruit salad for myself, and a stack of waffles and maple syrup for Camilla, given she had a secret sweet tooth. Ian had deduced from his report on her for me, that not only did she syphon Mr. Domville’s money to fund her spending habits, but she was also bulimic. How he found out these things was beyond me, Dan swore he was way beyond a genius IQ and the best hacker he’d ever known. It seemed that Camilla loved to eat junk food, but when no one else could see, she’d puke it up after so she wouldn’t put on weight. We’d both brushed our teeth after eating our late evening meal and when I’d left the bathroom I’d heard her retching then brushing her teeth again.

  I felt kind of sorry for her. She’d never known her mother, had a number of step-mothers who all seemed interested in her father just for his money. She was constantly in the media given her affluent background, obviously found it hard to trust anyone and had resorted to throwing up to keep a skinny figure. I’d never met one red bloodied male that preferred a stick figure woman to one with curves and flesh. Camilla needed professional help to handle her childhood, the fame and all the quirks it had generated in her psyche, along with this eating disorder. She needed a shrink, not me. I sighed, wondering if playing out her remaining fantasies was really going to help her, but I was being paid for sex, not advice. I went to check if my coffee had arrived and drank two cups, before heading back to the master suite and pulling the soft white belt off the dressing gown she’d left in a heap on the floor. I stood at the side of the bed and yanked back the covers and she reacted with a genuine startled gasp as I woke her, then slowly smiled as she saw me standing sporting a fresh naked erection and holding the white belt.

  ‘Stand up, face the window, hands behind your back,’ I ordered. I watched her quickly dart up, swing her legs off the bed and do as she was told. I deftly secured her wrists with the soft belt. ‘Too tight?’ I whispered in her ear.

  ‘No, Sir, perfect.’

  ‘I want you to drop to your knees and suck me to completion.’

  ‘Can I swallow you? She asked her eyes wide with excitement, playing along. She knew she could swallow, it was one of her stipulations.

  ‘Some, the rest I want all over this beautiful face and body,’ I nodded as I ran a finger down her cheek.

  ‘Will there be enough for all that?’ she frowned.

  ‘Of course,’ I nodded with a smirk.

  ‘Yummy!’ she giggled. I chuckled. My balls were like one of those automatic baseball launching machines, constantly firing out supplies with force. I was damn lucky doing what I did, given my virility and copious amounts of come, that I’d never knocked anyone up. I knew she wanted me at the end of the bed with my legs spread, so that’s where I headed, making sure my heavy balls dangled over the edge of the mattress. She trotted around like an eager puppy, sank to her knees in front of me and ran her tongue up my shaft, which stiffened a little more. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine Lucy doing it to me, but I could barely picture her face anymore. It was four years since we’d split up, four years since I’d been fucking women for money. It was hard to believe, I guess the saying “Time flies when you’re having fun” was written just for men like me. I flexed my pelvis, pushing in and out of her mouth as she sucked as hard as she could, barely making it halfway down me before she started gagging.

  Why couldn’t I picture Lucy’s face? I wondered as I tried to make myself come faster for Camilla. Think of someone sexy, with tits and an arse … like J-Lo or Shakira. Summer! That girl was bloody ruining me and I hadn’t even met her. I reached out and weaved my fingers into Camilla’s hair and gripped her head as I stood up, her chin automatically lifting up with me, her eyes were wide as I gazed down at her through hooded lustful ones. I didn’t see her face though, I saw Summer’s. Those perfect pastel pink lips with the heart shaped Cupid’s bow at the top, her blue wide eyed gaze as she worshipped my cock and sucked me dry.

  ‘Damn Camilla, you’re too good,’ I groaned as the first batch rumbled its way up my shaft, making me arch my back and thrust right to the back of her throat as she spluttered and swallowed, I yanked myself back as she gulped and gasped for breath, took my cock in my hand and slowly stroked myself as I spurted again all over her face and into her hair. She flicked her tongue out to catch a glob dripping down her cheek, so I aimed the next batch onto her chin, then her throat and then her breasts, with a final spew onto her waiting sticking out tongue. I sank back down onto the bed and flopped backwards as I caught my breath. I was going to have to cancel this appointment with Summer. Thinking about her while I was with another client was not a good sign. What if I called out the wrong bloody name?

  ‘Please untie me so I can clean you off my face with my finger and suck it,’ Camilla begged.

  ‘Tasty?’ I chuckled as I sat back up and looked at her eager come stained face.

  ‘Delish! I’m hungry.’

  ‘I ordered room service, it will be here in a while,’ I advised as I leaned forwards and untied her hands and watched her go to work, offering me a sticky finger to suck. I held her gaze as I did it and she quivered again. As part of a sex act I had no problem tasting my own, but I’d read stories of guys that jacked off with the specific purpose of eating their own, that was a definite no in the rule book of Logan Steele. I smiled as she scrambled up and went to pull on the dressing gown and I looked up, blowing out a deep breath as I stared directly at the unveiled hidden camera, which was now pointing right at me. Damn it!

  The Hot Tub

  Camilla

  Logan had finished eating by the time I joined him in the dining room of the Signature suite. I padded in, wrapped in the dressing gown again, squeezing my hair dry with a soft towel. He was looking divine, casually leaning back on one of the chairs, his broad hairless chest flexi
ng as he sat there drinking his coffee wearing just a small white towel around his waist, his solid muscular thighs on display. I bit my lip as I got a glimpse of his tackle underneath it. I could definitely get used to having him around, I thought. Then I chastised myself for the slip up. I will get used to having him around. He got up and held my chair out for me, flicking my napkin over my lap as he unveiled the biggest stack of waffles and crispy bacon with a jug of maple syrup. I clapped my hands as he kissed my temple, then he sat back down next to me with his hand on the back of my neck, stroking it as I ate. I didn’t ordinarily get to eat stodge and sugar like this in these quantities without being judged by my friends, I was going to make the most of it, after all what did it matter if I ate until I was sick? That was the end result I was aiming for anyway.

  ‘I like seeing a girl with a healthy appetite,’ he advised and I stopped mid-forkful and turned to give him an astonished look. Men knew nothing. Did he have any idea what it took to get a body like mine? He only exercised and ate healthily, I had to do both of those things and throw up after every meal. I scoffed the rest down, it did make a change not to have someone raise their eyebrows at the amount I really wanted to eat. I put my napkin down, sipped some coffee and got up to go to the bathroom, ready for my ritual, but Logan grabbed my hand and pulled me down onto his lap. ‘Where do you think you’re going?’

  ‘To the bathroom.’

  ‘But I told you that I have plans for you, the bathroom can wait,’ he whispered in my ear as his hand slid under my dressing gown and up my bare thigh. I went to protest but he started kissing me and I waged an internal battle in my head. Vomit or Logan? Vomit or Logan? As I heard the choice in my head I knew it sounded ridiculous, who would choose vomiting over this man and his sensuous lips? By the time his tongue penetrated my mouth and his fingers were parting my vulva, my head said “fuck it” this is more important. I immediately wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back hard. I tensed as I heard the door to the main suite opening. ‘What’s that noise?’ frowned Logan as he pulled his head back.