For the Night - Complete Box Set

by C. J. Fallowfield

  Summer

  I put my palms on the wall of the shower and let the hot water cascade down my back as I giggled again. That had just been the most amazing couple of hours of my life. I had no idea my body could feel that good. All the years I’d shied away from men asking me out, for fear that it would turn out like Anthony had, brutal, forceful and scary. Yet Logan treated me like I was some precious flower that needed nurturing. I could see why his fee was so high, he was worth every penny. I wondered if I could book him again. I had a feeling one night with him, while amazing, wouldn’t be enough to fully coax me out of my shell and turn me into a sassy confident sexual creature, like the part that I was supposed to be portraying. I washed my hair and soaped up my body, taking my time skimming my hands over my breasts, amazed at the difference now I was attuned to how my body could really feel. I was going to enjoy exploring myself in the nights to come, but while I was here, I wanted Logan’s hands on me.

  I cleaned up thoroughly and wondered if my pubic hair had put him off, I read in the magazines that the trend was to wax it all off, but I hadn’t seen the point given no one ever got to see it. I wondered how many twenty-two year old virgins there were out there that were so naïve like me. Not many I suspected. Yet Logan didn’t seem turned off by it, it seemed to have excited him. I found my favourite brand of toiletries on the sink and smiled, wiping off my smudged mascara and eyeliner, then cleansed and moisturised my face, before towel drying my hair and shimming on my rather damp knickers. I went to put on my bra, then decided I was supposed to be learning to be sexy, so I shrugged on Logan’s shirt and just did up a few buttons at the waist.

  I hauled the collar up to my nose and breathed him in as I closed my eyes, the man should bottle his scent and call it Raw Sex, my nipples had just peaked from smelling him alone. If only I’d met him in real life, I had a feeling I could really fall for him. He wouldn’t have fallen for me though, I bet he had stunning women throwing themselves at him all the time. I wouldn’t be in his league, the only reason he was so attentive now was because I was paying him. I was just another job. I sighed and tiptoed out to find him in the open plan kitchen. He had his back to me, dressed only in his boxers, his sculpted shoulder blades flexing as he worked. I raked my eyes up and down his body and chewed my lip as I stopped on his delicious backside and thighs. Logan Steele was seriously all man. And he could cook, by the smells wafting over. Mum would love him.

  ‘Hey,’ I called as I stood awkwardly with my hands behind my back. He turned around and broke into a smile that nearly bowled me over.

  ‘Hey yourself. Another Champagne?’

  ‘That would be lovely, thank you. Can I help?’

  ‘I have it under control. Just do what you do best and go and look seriously hot in my shirt on the sofa,’ he grinned.

  ‘Well I needed to try and compete with how hot you’re looking in the kitchen.’

  ‘I look hotter in the kitchen than the bedroom?’ he teased.

  ‘You already know you look hot anywhere and everywhere, Logan Steele. Don’t play the coy card with me,’ I advised with a wink and did my best to sass my way over to the sofa. I heard his soft sexy laugh behind me and smiled. I winced as I sat down, I definitely stung and wondered if he was thinking of trying it again tonight, I wasn’t sure if I could, much as I wanted too. I tucked my legs up under me as I sat in the corner and watched him prepare my drink and bring it over. Christ, his body was simply breath taking, I wanted to be able to touch it properly, maybe even kiss it, even that thing that was creating a stretch in his boxers that would probably never go back to the way they were before. I knew I wouldn’t revert, he’d changed me forever.

  ‘Your Champagne,’ he smiled, kissing me again as he handed it to me. I enjoyed sipping it as I watched his sexy backside moving away. It wasn’t long before he called me to the dining table, poured me more Champagne, which was already going to my head, and served up a three course meal of blue cheese, pear, walnut and avocado salad, following by an asparagus and broad bean risotto, then a delicious fig and honey tart with cinnamon ice cream.

  ‘Did you buy this all in?’ I asked as I licked my lips, feeling a whole lot better for eating.

  ‘No,’ he responded looking slightly affronted. ‘I prepared it all this afternoon.’

  ‘You’re very good at cooking, as well as your job.’

  ‘Thank you, would you like anything else to eat?’ he responded. The look on his face told me that I shouldn’t be talking about this being a “job” so I simply shook my head. ‘Go and have a seat and we can relax for a while until the food has gone down.’

  ‘Thanks,’ I gave him a smile and padded back to the lounge, then looked back at him stunned when I heard my favourite classical singer in the background on low, as he stood with the remote to the music system in his hand and winked at me. He wasn’t good at his job, he was amazing. How did he know these things? Damn him being a bloody escort. He’d be absolutely perfect boyfriend material, I think even Dad would approve, assuming he knew nothing about his choice of career and how we’d met. He’d kill both of us.

  Exploration

  Logan

  I looked over at her, tucked up in the corner of the sofa, with a freshly fucked look about her. She looked so young and pure and I hated that she’d had to resort to paying a man to take her virginity. I tried desperately to focus on anything but how badly I wanted to throw her down on the rug in front of the fire and fuck her hard and fast, show her how passionate sex could be as well. I grabbed another water and went to sit next to her, stretching my arm across the sofa behind her, circling my fingertips on her arm. She blushed and let out a nervous giggle and looked down at her glass. She was quite simply adorable.

  ‘How are you feeling?’

  ‘A little sore, but … on a bit of a high.’

  ‘Hmmm. We may need to give you a little while before we do that again.’

  ‘We’re doing it again?’ she gasped as she looked back up at me.

  ‘We are,’ I nodded.

  ‘You can do that more than once a night?’ she asked all innocently.

  ‘Yes,’ I chuckled. ‘You’d be amazed how many times a night I can do that.’

  ‘Wow,’ she whispered and her eyes flicked down to my spread thighs and looked at my fresh erection encased in my black briefs.

  ‘Have you never seen a bare erect cock before?’

  ‘No,’ she gulped.

  ‘Would you like to now?’

  ‘I guess,’ she shrugged. ‘I did come to learn after all.’

  ‘You did,’ I laughed. ‘Ok, take it out and I’ll show you how to give a hand job and all the places a guy likes you to touch, lick and suck, if you feel up to that too?’ She bit her lip and nodded. This was turning into the best booking ever. Not only had I got to sleep with her, now I was going to be paid some proper attention for once. The idea of running “Introduction to hand and blow job classes” came to mind but was quickly forgotten as she put her glass down and wiped her palms on my shirt she was wearing. I could see the swell of her breasts through the gap she’d left at the top and took a deep breath as my cock surged. She giggled and reached out her hand to trail a finger down it, giggling again as it flexed and I bit my lip. I quickly lifted my hips and yanked my boxers down, kicking them away and letting it spring free as I sat naked in front of her. I smiled as I heard her gasp and her eyes roved hungrily over my obliques and cock. I worked damn hard to stay in such good shape and it certainly didn’t bruise my ego when women appreciated it.

  ‘You have an amazing body,’ she whispered in awe as she slowly ran her fingers over my abs. I shifted slightly, the throbbing in my cock was reaching unbearable levels.

  ‘So do you.’

  ‘Really? You’re not just saying that?’ she looked up at me with surprise in her big blue eyes.

  ‘No, I find your body incredibly sexy. I love gentle curves on a woman, whatever you do don’t let the film producers bully you into getting skinny. It
’s about time a real woman with breasts, hips and a grabable backside was portrayed as a Hollywood sex symbol. You could be the next Marilyn Monroe.’

  ‘Wow, you really know how to sweet talk, don’t you?’ she laughed.

  ‘I’m being serious, Summer. I’ll be fucking furious if I see you on the red carpet looking like some famine victim,’ I chastised. I took a deep breath, I was supposed to keep my personal feelings out of these dalliances, not to mention that getting angry always filled me with an urge to fuck someone, hard. ‘Touch my cock,’ I growled.

  ‘Where?’

  ‘Just gently stroke it with your fingers first, wrap your palm around it to see how it feels, then run a fingertip over my head and see how wet I got for you.’ My breathing was coming hard and fast and my cock was vibrating like a fucking pneumatic drill. I let out a groan and closed my eyes as I felt her finger slowly move up from my root, all the way up to my tip to swirl the pre-come that had gathered there, before she tried to wrap her fingers around my girth. I groaned again and involuntarily lifted my hips up.

  ‘Is that pressure ok?’ she asked. I half opened my eyes, nodded and wrapped my hand around hers.

  ‘Perfect, you can afford to squeeze tighter. Let me show you how to give a hand job.’ I slowly moved my hand up and down. Damn it, feeling her fingers against my rigid flesh, that surge of electricity I felt from her touch, was … it was better than my own damn hand. I squeezed harder and she had no choice but to follow suit, her mouth slightly ajar as she watched our hands pumping and the thought of slipping my cock between those warm moist pouting lips had me tensing up already, the way her tongue had wrapped around mine when we kissed was an amazing indicator of how good she’d be giving head. Shit, she was wrecking me.

  ‘Does that feel good?’ she asked as she moved closer, leaning against my shoulder.

  ‘Fantastic,’ I growled as I desperately tried to stem the inevitable flood. I wrapped my left arm tighter around her, gripped her chin, pulled her face onto mine and kissed her deeply, but more possessively than I’d intended, but she didn’t try to back off. She sighed as our hands moved faster and I started to pump my hips as our tongues performed a passionate tango. I didn’t let up until I felt that rumble in my balls and the heat of my eruption, I pulled my face back from hers as I let out an animalistic roar and our hands gripped my cock as I shot out streams of fluid.

  ‘O my God,’ she gasped as I took a moment to revel in a seriously intense ejaculation.

  ‘So, you did really well with your first hand job,’ I sighed happily.

  ‘Only because you were guiding me. Is it normal to expel that much?’

  ‘For me yes, I can’t comment on other men as they’re not my type,’ I smiled.

  ‘So what is your type?’

  ‘She’s sitting right next to me with her hand still around my cock,’ I laughed, as I kissed her and reluctantly released both our hands. ‘Stay here, I’ll bring you some wipes for your hand.’

  ‘Ok,’ she smiled. I strode naked to the bathroom and wiped the mess off my stomach, hand, arm, and thighs. Damn, I’d come even harder than normal. I pulled on my jeans, leaving a few buttons undone and raked my hair in the mirror. I had a sudden need to taste her sweet clit again and returned with some wipes for her hand and arm to find she’d fallen asleep again. I smiled and gently cleaned her up, then lifted her into my arms and sat back down with her in my lap, sprawled on my broad chest and just sat contentedly watching her breathing. It was at least an hour before she let out a slight sigh, stretched and I smiled as her eyes fluttered open.

  ‘Hey, welcome back.’

  Summer

  ‘Hey. God I’m so sorry, did I fall asleep again?’ I asked, hoping I hadn’t snored, or even worse, drooled all over his perfect chest.

  ‘Just for a while. How are you feeling?’

  ‘Pleasantly tired,’ I blushed.

  ‘Too tired for more lessons?’

  ‘What did you have in mind?’

  ‘I think we both need a master class in oral,’ he grinned.

  ‘I may be a virgin, but even I can say that you don’t need any extra practice.’

  ‘Were a virgin,’ he corrected and he trailed his fingers gently down my cheek. ‘And I demand a remark.’

  ‘Well, if you’re going to insist,’ I laughed. I bit my lip as I studied his symmetrical jawline.

  ‘What?’

  ‘I’d kind of like to know what it’s like to return the favour.’ I felt my cheeks go red as he raised his eyebrows in surprise.

  ‘You want to give me a blow job first?’

  ‘I’m not sure if I could. I mean, my mouth’s not exactly massive, but I came here tonight with the intention of learning as much as I could and I’m going to have to fake it on screen so, if you don’t mind?’

  ‘Well for starters, I’ve never met a man yet that minded getting head,’ he laughed as he palmed my face and started to kiss me. I wished he wouldn’t keep doing that, he drove me crazy when he touched or kissed me, my head and body just felt like I was floating on clouds. I was soon brought back down to earth when I felt his new erection painfully digging into my backside.

  ‘Do you get hard often?’ I asked as I pulled away and bit my lower lip which had swelled.

  ‘All the time.’

  ‘What if you’re not with a client? What do you do?’

  ‘Look after myself, like you’ll be doing constantly now you know how good orgasms can be.’

  ‘You don’t … you don’t have a girlfriend?’ I asked as I tucked my hair behind my ear. He looked taken aback and opened and closed his mouth a few times. ‘Sorry, I’m nosey, it’s none of my business, we’re not supposed to ask things like that are we?’

  ‘I’m just not used to anyone wanting to know about me. It’s supposed to be all about you,’ he replied with a frown.

  ‘Well, that’s a bit selfish and one sided.’

  ‘You’re paying me,’ he reminded me quietly.

  ‘I know, but you’re still a human being with feelings, you must get attached to some of your regulars, if they’re nice to you. It can’t be one sided all the time, surely?’

  ‘I don’t get attached,’ he sighed. ‘It’s key to getting by and yes it has to be one sided.’

  ‘So your girlfriend doesn’t like it?’

  ‘I don’t have a girlfriend Summer, I don’t know any woman who’d be happy her boyfriend doing what I did. Would you?’

  ‘No,’ I replied quickly. ‘You must get lonely sometimes though.’

  ‘I guess,’ he shrugged. ‘But it’s not about me tonight, is it?’

  ‘It is if you want me to suck that ginormous thing I can feel poking my backside,’ I retorted and he burst out laughing. I smiled, he had a very sexy laugh. There again it seemed Logan Steele had a very sexy everything.

  ‘So how about I tell you how I like it, then I’ll return the favour. By the time I’m done, you’ll be wet enough to take me again.’

  ‘Ok,’ I gulped.

  Encore Une Fois

  Logan

  I carried her back to the bedroom as she flopped against my chest in a post orgasmic haze. That had been the most incredible hour or so, I don’t think I’d ever forget the feel of her tongue and lips tasting me for the first time, or the look in her eyes as I’d flooded her virgin mouth and she’d spluttered. She’d done well for a first time, though could only take me about halfway down, if I had time with her I could teach her to take me all the way, to deep throat me. There was so much more I’d love to have done with her, but our time was limited. She’d been a bit embarrassed when I’d lain her down on the sofa and had lifted one leg up and put it over my shoulder as I’d looked at her swollen flesh, still tender from my attentions earlier, but it wasn’t long before she was thrusting herself into my face and grasping my hair to keep me attached to her. I’d given her some multiple orgasms that had led to her stumbling as we’d gotten up. Mind you it was nearly two a.m. I was used to working nights and
taking advantage of a morning or afternoon nap. Having to stay awake all night after heavy sexual escapades was why I limited the number of bookings a month. I had to conserve some energy to make sure I performed at my best.

  I lay her on the bed and covered her with a blanket and sat stroking her hair as she fell asleep again. I watched her for a while, her lips slightly parting as she gently breathed, she may have lost her virginity tonight, but she still had that aura of purity about her. She was the perfect fit for this movie, sexy without realising it. I felt myself bristle as I thought of her co-star having his hands on her body, kissing her, seeing her bare breasts and had to remind myself that we were nothing. I was sure under normal circumstances we could be something, I mean I’d never reacted like this, not even with Lucy, my ex. Plus I’d finally felt that thing, that surge of energy that sizzled my skin every time we touched. I left her sleeping and went to get some water and a banana then dropped to the floor and did a hundred push ups, then crunches and planks, before standing up and flexing my muscles. I made an impulsive decision and texted James to say he wasn’t required in the morning. I was going to drive her home, I wanted every last second with her if this was our first and last meeting. I heard a noise from the direction of the bedroom and walked in to see her padding out of the bathroom, yawning and stretching. Still looking sexy as hell, bare legged in my shirt.

  ‘Sorry, I’m so sleepy, I’ve been working so hard lately and you make me so relaxed,’ she smiled.

  ‘Well you’d better wake up and fast, we have more studying to do.’

  ‘What did you have in mind?’

  ‘Too tired for a repeat performance of earlier?’

  ‘No,’ she grinned as her face lit up. ‘I’d happily do that with you all the time.’

  ‘Would you now?’ I laughed, wishing we could. ‘Still want soft and tender or are you up for a little more?’

  ‘Again I ask, what did you have in mind?’ she replied coyly as she looked up at me through her long lashes, hitting me right in the chest with a surge of feeling for her.