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But it’s my turn again now.

Round two is about to begin…

 

 

Kira

 

I’ve never felt anything like it. I thought it was going to go on forever, a never-ending orgasm, the kind you only read about in erotic romance novels. You never really believe they actually exist. But they do. I’ve just experienced one, courtesy of this man. This insanely handsome, charming man who’s paying for my time.

The second he pulls his fingers out of me I rip the pillow out from underneath my hips and close my legs. He’s gone to clean up. I heard him go into the bathroom, and I’m glad, because I could do with a few seconds to get my head together.

I need a drink, but I like to keep as clear a head as I can when I’m working, and even though I could quite easily down that bottle of champagne we brought up with us, I know this is a situation that requires me to stay sober. I need to be sober. I’m already feeling enough crazy shit without too much alcohol adding to it.

I can’t help smiling, though. My body feels fantastic; like it’s just had the most incredible massage. Great sex – always a winner. Great sex without the hassle of commitment or emotion, even better. And that’s what I’m getting here.

I raise my arms above my head and stretch out again, letting all those post-orgasm tingles wash right over me, and I don’t do a thing to stop the tiny moans I seem to be involuntarily letting out. I’ve never felt so
good
!

‘Are you OK?’

I open my eyes and turn onto my side, propping myself up on one elbow, finally taking the time to look at him properly. ‘I’m fine.’

He’s got the kind of body I haven’t seen on any other man I’ve been with before. I don’t know his exact age, but I’ve been close enough to take a guess at mid to late thirties. Although, he looks good on it. Really good. Just a few faint lines around those come-to-bed-and-fuck-me-hard eyes. It’s the flecks of grey in his stubble that kind of give his age away. He could probably take ten years off if he shaved, but I like the rougher edge. Perfection doesn’t really work for me, but, dear God, this man is sailing pretty close to it. ‘You done, huh?’ I drop my eyes to the towel he’s tied low around his hips. ‘I mean, I’m no clock watcher, but I’d say we’ve got at least four more hours to fill. Unless, of course, you’ve had enough. And that’s allowed. I’d hate to outstay my welcome, but it’s your money…’

‘Can we stop talking about money, Kira. Please.’

His tone is almost verging on upset, and that does the strangest thing to my insides. But I can handle this. It’s my job.

I get up and go over to him, resting my hand against his cheek, stroking his skin with my thumb. ‘I’m sorry. I forget, sometimes, to lower those barriers and quit with the business talk. You’d think I’d know better. I’ve been doing this for long enough.’

He catches my hand, his fingers wrapping tight around mine, his eyes looking so deep into me the breath once more catches in my throat, and that isn’t a feeling I’m familiar with. ‘Why is that?’

I don’t know if he really meant to ask that question out loud, but it’s way too personal, and I think he knows he isn’t going to get an answer. And then he breaks the stare, dropping his gaze,
 
his hand still holding tightly on to mine. And I can tell he knows he almost crossed a line there.

‘It’s my turn to be sorry, Kira, I…’ He raises his gaze, his eyes back on mine. ‘That was inappropriate. I know the rules…’

I stop him talking by kissing him. He tastes of mint and toothpaste, and he has the softest mouth I have ever kissed. ‘Let’s forget the rules, OK?’

I don’t know what I’m saying, I really don’t. I never play fast and loose with the rules – be it those the agency enforces, or the ones I’ve set myself. It’s dangerous. It leads to trouble. Rules mean order, control; stability. All things I need to enable me to function in my own fucked-up world. And I’m telling a stranger to forget them. A man I’ve known less than a couple of hours. And I mean it. I want him to forget the rules.

He rests a hand in the small of my back and presses me harder against him, pulling away the towel so we’re both naked. His skin is warm as it touches mine, his body hard, and I find myself closing my eyes as I lay my head against his shoulder. And for a few seconds neither of us moves; nobody says anything. He’s holding me, and it feels so nice to just be held. Both of us know something’s happening here, and yet, I also know that neither of us is going to broach the subject. We’re going to make the most of the next few hours, and then walk away like the two broken people I suspect we are, but while this is happening, I’m living it.

‘OK?’ he murmurs into my hair, his hand splaying out in the small of my back, and as he rubs it, it sends a wave of warped, mixed-up excitement flooding through me. I nod, but I don’t know if I
am
OK. What
I’m
feeling doesn’t matter, though. I’m at work. This is still a job, no matter what else is happening.
He
matters. I don’t.

He kisses the top of my head, and it’s the most gentle, intimate thing that causes a beautiful shiver to course through my body; an unexpected action that I struggle to understand. But I’m not even going to try. Whatever this is, it’s temporary.

He rubs my back again before gently manoeuvring me around so he has his back to the bed and he sits down, pulling me onto his lap. I straddle him, leaning over to retrieve a fresh condom from the pile he’s left on the bedside table and I kneel up slightly, take his cock in my hand and cover it with the condom before guiding it inside of me. I lower myself back down, riding him slowly at first, sensing he wants something calmer this time. And I’m right. He doesn’t make any move to speed up the action, so I don’t.

He touches my leg, and I get the message, wrapping them around him as he holds me close, his hand once more in the small of my back, pressing me against him, his fingers tangling in my hair as he kisses me. Untold things are happening to my insides as our tongues touch; as I feel him push deeper into me and I arch my back, pushing my breasts against his chest as the kiss deepens; becomes more urgent. But then he pulls back, slows the pace down again, and the kiss lessens in intensity but it’s still the most sensual kiss I’ve ever experienced; beautiful and real and so fucking sexy.

And then he stands up, lifting me up with him and my legs grasp his hips tighter. But he’s pulled out of me now, and I feel the most irrational emptiness take over, until he lies me down, and I know we’re not finished yet.

He takes my hands, raising them up above my head, our fingers sliding together as he lies over me, his breath warm on my face, our eyes locked as he pushes back inside me. My stomach contracts, my heart starts to beat so fast I feel light-headed, and still his eyes are looking deep into mine, penetrating my very soul, and I’m scared. I’m scared of this man; of what he’s doing to me – how he’s making me feel after just a couple of hours. But this is my job. Whatever he wants, whatever he needs, I’m here to provide it. It’s what I do.

I can’t tear my eyes away from him. I can’t, I don’t want to. He’s fucking me in the most beautiful way and I can’t stop looking at him as he’s doing it. And there’s so much heat between us now I swear the sheets could catch fire. Both our bodies are starting to glisten with sweat, and I’m veering from hot to cold and back again with each thrust of his hips against mine.

I cling tightly on to his hands as I feel myself start to stiffen, those tingles already spreading. I arch my back, pulling my legs up around him, closing my eyes as a wave of white-hot pain sweeps over me, and I cry out loud as he comes, too, and it’s glorious. I’ve never felt anything like it; wave after wave engulfs me, and I don’t think its ever going to end. But it does, of course it does. Our bodies slow down, but our breathing is still fast and heavy and I don’t want to open my eyes just yet. I don’t want to look at him, because he’s confusing me now. And I’m still so fucking scared.

‘Kira?’

His mouth is so close to my ear, his fingers still holding tightly on to mine, and I realise he’s still inside me. And I want him to stay there.

‘You OK, baby?’

My stomach jolts again as he whispers those words. No client has ever really asked me if I’m OK after sex. Not even Jason, and he’s the most considerate client I’ve ever had. And all that does is confuse me even more.

He pulls out of me, and once more that irrational feeling of emptiness fills me. I hate it. It shouldn’t be happening, but I can’t stop it.

I finally open my eyes and turn onto my side so I’m facing him. He really does have the most beautiful eyes, and right now they’re kind and concerned, and full of something I can’t quite read.

‘I should go grab a shower,’ I say, trailing a finger down over his chest. His body’s as beautiful as his eyes. He’s so close to perfect it’s terrifying.

‘I’ll join you.’ He smiles, and despite the desperate need I still have to fill what’s left of this night with as much of him as I can, I really do need just a few minutes to myself. But that’s up to him. If he wants to take a shower with me, he showers with me. I don’t really have a choice. ‘Or maybe you need a few minutes, huh?’ Is he really that perceptive?

‘If you want to join me…’

‘Kira, honey, if you need five minutes to yourself I’m not gonna stop you. Besides, I’m not Superman. I could do with a break myself.’

I smile, running my thumb lightly over his slightly open mouth. ‘I really do want to take a shower with you.’ And I do. I’m not lying. The thought of cool water cascading down over our naked bodies as he fucks me hard is something I fully intend to experience before this night is over. But if he’s willing to give up five minutes of the time he’s paying for to let me catch my breath, I’m taking it. For both our sakes.

‘Do you?’

I lean in to kiss him, because I like kissing him. And I may never get to experience this again so I’m taking every second and banking it, so I can remember this night. I don’t want to forget it. ‘Yeah. I do. Later, OK?’

He smiles that smile and I allow my stomach the requisite jolt. It might as well enjoy it while it can. ‘I’ll get some drinks sent up, huh?’

I nod. Fuck staying sober. I need a drink. ‘I won’t be long.’

I get up and head into the bathroom, closing the door behind me.

My five minutes alone starts now.

 

 

Neal

 

She feels it, I can tell. It’s written all over her beautiful face, and if she knew just how confused I was, too, I know she wouldn’t feel half as scared.

I hear her turn the shower on and I fall onto my back, staring up at the ceiling. I didn’t expect this. I didn’t expect to feel what I’m feeling right now, and it’s messing with my head, big time. I’ve never used the same escort twice, it’s not my style. I like variety. But, man, I’m not sure I can stay here, in
Newcastle
, for the next few days and not see her again.

The shower suddenly goes silent, and I turn my head to look at the bathroom door. She’ll be out any second, and I need her here, back in this bed.

I get up, grab the towel I’d discarded earlier and wrap it back around my hips before I walk over to the window. It’s dark now. The city’s lit up below us like a blanket of tiny coloured fairy lights. In the distance I can hear the faint sound of traffic and people and the general noise of a busy city on a Saturday night, but I feel so detached from it all. From everything.

‘Anything you feel like doing next?’

Her voice drags me back into the room but I don’t turn around. I can’t, not yet. So when I feel her slide her arms around me from behind, feel her warm, naked body press up against me I’m relieved.

‘Everything OK?’ she asks quietly, her breath warm on my back.

This time I do turn around, leaning back against the window-sill as I pull her into my arms. ‘Everything’s fine.’

‘I haven’t disappointed, then?’

She says that with a smile, and I smile back. But then the smile fades, because nothing is funny or false about this now. ‘Stay the night, Kira.’

My words have shocked her, I can tell because she lets go of me and steps back, creating a space between us that makes me feel slightly nervous.

‘I don’t do overnights.’

It did state that, on her profile. But at the time I didn’t think it would be an issue. How the hell was I to know she was going to walk into that bar and turn my whole world on its fucking head?

‘Yeah. Yeah, I know…’

‘So you had no right to even bring it up.’

‘Kira…’

She turns and heads over to her discarded dress that’s lying on the floor, and I can only watch as she slips back into it, covering that incredible body. And a feeling of emptiness washes over me to the point of pain. I need her to stay. I can’t let her go, not yet, even though the rational part of me knows that letting her go would be the safest option.

‘I won’t charge you for tonight, OK?’

‘No, Kira, it’s not OK.’

I go over to her, gently taking hold of her wrist, anything to stop her from walking away.

‘Don’t go. Please.’

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