Can't Buy Love

by Rylon, Jayne

  “Sorry, dumb idea.”

  “No.” I hook my stockinged calf behind his spine and urge him toward me. “It’s nice. Romantic. Hot.”

  We both cry out when our lightly perspiring skin fuses.

  Another lengthy kiss flares my arousal to white-hot levels. I whisper between tiny bites, “Need you. Hurry.”

  Rick’s fingers are less steady. His trembling digits take several tries to unhook my bra. The satin straps and black lace climb my arms, adding to my confinement.

  “Still okay?” He strokes my folded elbows, checking my comfort.

  “Yes. Perfect. Almost.” I grimace. “Empty.”

  “Not for much longer.” He swears. “I can’t wait to bury myself in your heat. Your moisture. Can’t stop myself.”

  He lowers his face to my breasts, devouring the full mounds, taking the tight peaks into his mouth. He sucks, less gently than his earlier teasing. While he feasts on the offering, enhanced by the position of my arms, he nudges my panties down my legs. I lift my ass, wiggling to facilitate every advance toward our joining.

  “Leaving the thigh-highs on. Like elegant wrapping on the perfect present. Hate to ruin it.”

  The awe in his tone encourages my smile to widen. He samples the flavor of my happiness as he settles fully in the vee of my thighs. His cock rides the furrow of my soaked slit when we rock together in time to the thrust and retreat of our tongues.

  Our stares lock and we shift simultaneously, the angle of our pelvises guarantees the tip of his hard-on is poised to penetrate the tense ring of muscle guarding the entrance to my pussy.

  Instead of plunging inside, he introduces his shaft a millimeter at a time with tiny twitches of his hips. Each advance heightens my passion, making me crave the entire length of him impaling me. His exquisite torture lights every nerve ending along the tense walls of my channel, guiding him deeper inside.

  The appeal of tantric sex becomes clear when he finally fits us together as tight as possible. His heartbeat echoes deep within my grasp. We stay still, basking in the ephemeral moment we’re first bonded, knowing it can’t possibly last, hoping it only blossoms into something better, despite how inconceivable that seems.

  He kisses me again and again and again until I’m lost in a world of pure sensation. I lie still, enjoying the fruits of his mastery. My pussy sucks on his cock as my mouth does his tongue. When he finally moves, the slight motion has an impact a thousand times as potent as the rough thrusts he’s bestowed in brief interludes through my window.

  I cry out.

  He swallows my surprise, my pleasure and the hint of despair tingeing my temporary relief. It’s too good. Too strong to resist for long. The engorged tissue of my pussy undulates in rhythmic pulses around his shaft, hugging the veiny length and the blunt cap of his cock, which parts my strangling embrace.

  Rick stays buried deep, hardly moving, grinding the root of his cock against my clit. We strain toward each other in an attempt to get closer when it’d be impossible to do so without climbing inside him.

  My legs wrap around his hips, my heels digging in to his clenching buttocks.

  He curses softly in my ear and pauses to kiss the space behind my jaw, below my ear.

  “Yes!” I shout when he probes the spot programmed to induce my orgasm.

  “Right there, huh?” He flickers his tongue over the pressure point, making me grit my teeth.

  “Not if you still…” I can’t catch my breath. “Want us to come together.”

  “Shhh.” He hushes me, mitigating my fears. “No worries there, love. Whenever you’re ready. I’m with you.”

  The strain in his urging proclaims his willpower. How long has he ridden the sharp edge of ecstasy?

  “Kiss me.” I beg. “One more time.”

  “The first of a lifetime. I swear.” He meshes our mouths, maintaining his infuriating pattern of miniscule lunges until I can’t possibly hang on a moment longer.

  The world freezes around me as I tense, hovering on the verge of euphoria.

  “Let go.” He fucks deep inside me and binds us together. “Now.”

  My eyelids flutter open. The instant I observe the depth of emotion lurking in his gaze I surrender. My body shudders as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me.

  “Sarah!” He joins me, spilling his cum over the entrance to my womb, on the fringes of possibility. The liquid heat enhances my ecstasy, more perfect than I could have imagined.

  In all my experience, nothing has come close to this. Nothing has touched me as profoundly as our shared release. My amplified climax acts like a magnifier, growing Rick’s enjoyment ten times over. Pulse after pulse of his semen floods my pussy, linking us in a never-ending cycle of mutual fulfillment.

  I don’t know how long I’ve drifted in a cloud of hope, bliss and contentment, but I’m afraid to move and break the spell. For once, there’s no rush to strip off a condom, wrap up a session or proceed to the next client.

  Tonight I can relish the anything-but-simple pleasures to be found in the embrace of the man I was destined for, his body and mine linked as we enter our dreamland together. I waste no thoughts on the reality tomorrow will bring.

  Why Do Fools Fall in Love?

  I sit on the stool looking through my window, watching the crowd ebb and flow. How can everything seem so much the same when I’m forever changed? I glance at the mirror above my table again and again, discerning no outward sign of my transformation.

  The golden glow filling my heart and soul isn’t actually radiating from every pore as it feels like it should. Still, I sense it.

  Irrevocable.

  Undeniable.

  Rick and I spent the entire day learning about each other—playing, sharing and making love. Tonight we walked to the district together, hand in hand. He escorted me to my booth, ensuring my safety before proceeding to Triple X and his job guarding the women he never touches.

  For a split second, I worried I couldn’t do this. But the moment I stepped through my window, everything clicked into place.

  I can do this. I want to do this.

  Because this has nothing to do with Rick and the magic we created last night.

  This is a service. A physical comfort. Not a gift. Not an exchange of spirits.

  Two disparate things.

  I grin at the man who approaches, hopping up to greet him before he knocks. I’ll sell him whatever he needs from me. Anything but love.

  * * * * *

  I check the clock on my table though it’s been mere seconds since the previous glance.

  Rick didn’t mention stopping by on break, maybe I assumed too much. Like a hopeless schoolgirl, I can’t stand to be apart from him for even a few hours. The lingering kisses he’d dropped on my swollen lips when he delivered me to my window made me hope he’d succumb to the same restless anticipation plaguing me.

  I shift my gaze to the street once more. My stare is instantly captured by a familiar face, one that’s been etched onto my being permanently. I clutch the seat of my stool to keep from rocketing through the glass into his embrace.

  It takes the space of several more pounding heartbeats to realize my lover isn’t alone.

  I frown when I recognize two of his friends—Brendt and Niels—trailing a step or two behind, exchanging shrugs and jokes. Both of the men had received recommendations for my services from Rick and have become frequent customers.

  Fun, flirty and dirty.

  Just the way I like them best.

  Will Rick hold that against me after all his promises? The bottom of my stomach drops out as I realize how much faith I’ve placed in him. How badly I ache for what he’s offered.

  I haul my window open and snarl, “Is this some kind of sick test? You want to loan me to your friends? Or am I supposed to turn them down?”

  “Whoa.” Brendt puts his hands up and backs off a couple steps. “Hang on, Star. We didn’t mean to piss you off. Rick said it’d be okay. You’ve let me and Niels do you toge
ther before. We didn’t think three would be any different, sorry.”

  “Wait.” Rick snags Brendt’s collar and holds him in place easily as he braves my glare.

  I try for furious. I must fall short because Rick brushes his free thumb over my cheek.

  “It’s not what you’re thinking. Not a trap,” he whispers while his friends study the cracks in the cobblestone walkway. “I’m dying to see. Like I said last night, your pursuit of pleasure turns me on. Your body and your heart are two separate things. I know it. It’s the same for me. Still… Will you show me the difference? Let me witness it to be sure. Confirm my beliefs. For all the times I’m not around and barbaric jealousy threatens to overrule my sanity. Give me something to remember. Please?”

  I step aside and open my window wide. The three men enter without hesitation. Bendt drops a healthy roll of bills into my lockbox. Rick leads the group upstairs, all four of us impossible to cram into the street-level booth. I lock the window and slide the curtain across the glass. Before the world outside disappears completely, I catch Mari’s wide eyes and exaggerated clapping from across the street in my peripheral vision.

  I blow her a kiss, snap the material closed then take the stairs two at a time. My insides rattle with every step.

  “You’re really okay with this, sweetheart?” Niels pauses with his hand on the button of his jeans. “Bendt told us he planned to visit and it sounded like a good idea to me. We didn’t think you’d mind us splitting a session since we’ve done it before.”

  I peek at Rick to make sure. Hedonistic joy fills his eyes.

  No recrimination, no condescension.

  “Whatever you fancy, Niels.” My fingers tingle at the thought of the three of them together. They’re attractive. Skilled. Two men I’m entirely comfortable with, in addition to the one I feel a part of. “You surprised me, that’s all.”

  “Gotta say I was stunned too when Rick piped up about tagging along. Thought he was a solo performer. Though I suppose it wasn’t that shocking after the Kinkmas pageant.” Bendt waggles his eyebrows as he strips off his ribbed T-shirt. “Who wouldn’t want an encore after that?”

  “Damn. Was everyone in Amsterdam there?” I flick my gaze toward Rick, thrilled by the pride blazing in his eyes.

  “If they weren’t, they missed out big-time.” Niels hops onto the mattress and slides toward the wall on his knees. I climb after him and Bendt mirrors his best friend on my other side. “I came so hard I saw an entire constellation with you at the center. Something about it seemed so…real.”

  “It was.” Rick folds his arms over his chest, leans his tight ass on my bureau and crosses his ankles, still fully clothed.

  “What the—” Brendt’s cock wilts a little as he turns to Rick with wide eyes.

  “Don’t worry. I’m not gonna kick your sorry ass.” I grin at the mischief glittering in Rick’s stare. “I want to watch my girlfriend fuck your brains out. Show me the difference between this and us. I’ve been here myself, you know that, but I suspect even the very first time it wasn’t quite the same.”

  “Your girlfriend?” Niels swivels his hips to avoid my seeking reach.

  “You’re one sick bastard, Rick.” Bendt braces his hand to shove off the bed. “I’m not up for being in the middle of some crazy shit. No wonder she almost ripped your ugly face off. Sorry, Star.”

  Rick’s palm lands on his friend’s shoulder, preventing the smaller man from leaving. “It is insane, I know. We know. But I’m asking you as my friend. Do this. Show me.”

  Silence stretches long enough for all four of us to grow uncomfortable.

  Then Niels and Bendt exchange a glance and a shrug. “Fine. But get your hand off me or my hard-on will never come back to life.”

  “If that’s a problem, you’re definitely not commanding the same attention I do.” Rick leans down to kiss my cheek then returns to his post in the cramped space. This time he shoves his shirt up his abs and unfastens his pants.

  I lick my lips, craving another taste of him.

  “Over here, sweetheart.” Niels reminds me of my duty. The first time I’ve lost focus on a customer’s needs. I blush as I allow him to guide my hand to his shaft.

  “You’ve always enjoyed Bendt watching you fuck me.” I purr as I caress his respectable length. “I should charge you extra for a larger audience.”

  His full laughter booms through the loft. Until it morphs into a choke when I rotate my hand to cup his balls while I massage the base of his erection.

  “Toss me a couple condoms, Rick.” I can’t reach the drawer with his gorgeous frame in my way. “Lube too, please. They like to take me together.”

  “Jesus.” He removes the items from their drawers and sets them beside my hip without hesitation.

  “Don’t act like a saint, Ricky.” Bendt groans when I prep his shaft. “You know where the goodies are. You’ve used them too.”

  “Sure have.” Rick’s grin has a feral tinge when he attempts to smile through his arousal. “And loved every minute.”

  “Yes.” Niels grunts when I roll the latex over his cock, following behind with my mouth. “Not too much of that tonight. I want to fuck your pussy, Star.”

  Instead of teasing him or bringing him to the edge first, as I might with Rick, I indulge Niels’ requests. I roll onto my back and smile, welcoming him between my thighs. He’s warm and solid. The pressure of his body over mine makes me sigh.

  Both of these friends are easy customers. No major life drama, no odd hang-ups compel their visits. They like to fuck without promises and have things as they like. I can accommodate their tastes without much effort since I’ve learned their preferences over time.

  I wonder what Rick will think when I allow them to make me the filling in a decadent sandwich. I enjoy the men bracketing me as they slake their desires. I suspect he’ll revel in observing our abandon. There’s only one way to know for sure.

  I reach out, my hand searching beside my hip where Brendt kneels. I encircle his sheathed cock with my hand. He hisses when my fingers clench in response to Niels guiding his erection inside me from his place between my spread knees.

  He doesn’t get far before he lodges within me.

  Niels retreats, slathering his palm with a dollop of lube from the tube by his knee. He works two gelled fingers into my opening before situating himself inside me once more. A step Rick has never had to take. The pressure of Niels’ shaft stretching the swollen walls of my pussy elicits a soft moan just before he begins rocking, shuttling his erection in and out of me.

  “You’re so hot, Star.” He groans as he buries himself fully then withdraws until just the mushroomed head of his cock remains fitted to my core. The space between our bodies allows Rick and Brendt to watch my breasts jiggle in time to their friend’s thrusts.

  I can’t help myself. My gaze shifts to Rick. He’s fixated on the spectacle before him, his hand stroking his full length, squeezing the leaking head of his cock before gliding to the base again.

  If it were him riding me, he’d drop low and close, brushing our chests together, scooping me into his arms and relishing the moment we joined as tight as possible. I close my eyes and gasp when the image ignites my senses.

  “You like having him here.” It’s not a question. The tension in my pussy doesn’t lie and Niels can’t miss the graduating clench of my ringed muscles.

  No sweet, sultry kisses prevent me from responding. “God yes.”

  He pumps faster inside me as Brendt inches closer, thrusting into my hold.

  “Do you want me to suck you?” I ask, my question interrupted by the force of Niels’ lunges.

  “Not tonight, Star.” He nudges Niels’ hip until the man acknowledges his cue.

  Strong arms band around me. The world turns as Niels rotates us both. I brace myself on his solid chest and ride, grinding my aching pussy on his shaft. I crave relief as much as they do now. I’m sure we can reach satisfaction together, mutual absolution of our similar urge.


  Then maybe, if I’m lucky, Rick will tend to the needs of my soul.

  I tuck my head onto Niels’ shoulder, presenting my rump to Brendt.

  “You’re sure you don’t care if I fuck your girlfriend in the ass?” Brendt strokes my flank while he debates.

  “Does she enjoy it?” Rick’s tone is gravelly. I peek at him in time to catch him strangle the base of his cock, making the shaft seem huge as it strains against his grip. I wish he’d let me taste him while his friends take their fill.

  He shakes his head with a tiny movement the other two guys don’t seem to notice.

  “Hell yeah.” Niels interrupts his friend. “Most of the time she comes with us. I swear it wouldn’t matter what we asked of her. She loves making us lose control, having the power to grant our wishes. Don’t you, baby?”

  “Mmm.” No sense in denying it.

  “Do it.” Rick nods at Brendt then reaches in his bunched underwear to cup his heavy balls. Curious, excited and controlled, he makes me delighted to be his.

  I smile into his eyes as the blunt cap of Brendt’s cock builds pressure on my anus.

  “Let him in.” Rick coaches me, eliminating any pain I might have incurred due to my distraction.

  I relax.

  Brendt curses as he sinks several inches inside my ass.

  The three of us hiss when his cock penetrates deep enough to prod Niels’ shaft through my tissues. The friends pack me full, increasing the friction on each other even as they stimulate me from every angle.

  Brendt cups my shoulders in his palm, allowing him to drive deeper. Niels wraps his long fingers around my hips then lifts his pelvis, fucking me from below. The rhythm they set has me bracing myself on Niels’ chest to rock back against the impact of their thrusts.

  I lean on one elbow, checking to make sure Niels isn’t uncomfortable. The only sign of distress on his face comes from his single-minded focus on drilling his cock inside me over and over, racing toward the pinnacle of his pleasure.

  My free hand snakes between us to spread the lips of my pussy around his shaft. His bulging veins stroke my knuckles on every pass. I gather wetness trickling between us and use it to slick my finger, which circles my clit.