Can't Buy Love (7 page)

“Calmed you right down, did she?” I snort as I imagine how thrilled she must have been.

“She’s pretty good at her job.”

I laugh out loud, pressing my palms to his flaming cheeks. “So how odd does it make me that I’m glad you had someone there for you when you needed comfort?”

“I’m confident you’re more rare than a 1926 Ducati SpA.”

I arch a brow.

“And despite the fact you have no idea what one of the coolest motorcycles of all time is, I still adore you.”

The lavish kiss he bestows curls my toes and melts my insides.

“Besides, I’m
positive
I’m a freak. Not only am I okay with you being with other guys, it sort of turns me on.” The enormous erection tenting his dress slacks declares his confession the understatement of the century.

“It’s not the same, Rick.” I can’t help myself. I glide my thigh over the evidence of his approval. “With other customers. They’re all unique and none of them make me ache like you do.”

“I wish I could see the difference.” His whisper turns rough. “I spent a hell of a lot of time fantasizing about what you asked the other day. I’d love to watch you with a client.”

“I’m sure it can be arranged.” I moan when he tenses his hips, pressing closer to the juncture of my thighs. “The idea makes me hotter than you can guess.”

“I can smell you, love.” He growls. “I didn’t plan to do this tonight, I swear I didn’t, but I think I’ll starve if you don’t let me have some of your sweetness for dessert.”

“I might have to hurt you if you leave me like this.” I stroke my hard nipples across his abs. “Tonight, no one except you will satisfy my craving.”

“Same here, Sarah.” He rolls over, pressing my shoulders into the down pillow-top. “You’re incredible, you know that, right?”

“Many men have said so.” I shiver when he traces the delicate chain of my choker. “Their opinions never seemed as important as yours though.”

Rick inches the loose, flowing fabric of my dress up my legs from my knees to my thighs. His fingers caress every centimeter of stocking he exposes with tiny swirls. I squirm beneath the tantalizing desire making my heart race and my insides heavy.

“Son of a bitch. So sexy,” he mutters when he encounters the lace tops of my thigh-highs. Before I can beg for more, he dips between my spread legs, nudging them wide enough to accommodate his broad chest. Then he licks along the junction of the frilly fabric and my pale skin. “So sweet.”

Rick’s hands glide upward, lifting my skirt to expose my matching panties. Stretchy lace highlights the toned curve and dip of my hips. He nuzzles the thin covering over my pussy, inhaling deep and strong until the scent of my arousal overflows his lungs. He releases his breath on a groan that rumbles across my clit.

I whimper, spearing my fingers into the spikes of his hair.

“Not yet.”

I can’t tell who he’s reminding—himself or me.

“Don’t have to rush tonight,” he murmurs as he nibbles my belly above the waistband of my panties. He licks, nips and kisses a path up my torso, removing my dress as he progresses slower than a dollop of ketchup leaving a freshly opened bottle.

I hold my breath when he uncovers my push-up bra, which showcases my cleavage for his inspection. He surprises me by avoiding temptation a little bit longer. He slips his hands beneath me, his fingers practically encircling my ribs, then lifts.

“Arms up, Sarah.” His command sends shivers racing from the base of my spine upward. I smile when the motion draws his gaze to my shimmying breasts. He’s not as impervious as he would like to pretend.

Rick peels the dress from my torso, leaving my wrists tangled in the bunched fabric above my head. The angle prevents me from extracting them despite several experimental tugs. “I don’t suppose you’d like to free me?”

“Is that what you really want?”

“No.”

“I didn’t think so. Stay still.” He takes my bottom lip between his and drags his teeth over the swollen tissue. My brain ceases to function as he seduces my mouth with endless barrages of coercion from his tongue, lips and teeth.

Rick feeds me his affection, staring deep into my eyes as he savors our intimate interaction. For longer than I can keep track of, we’re content to indulge in the not-so-innocent exchange. I learn the contours of his mouth, every ridge and cranny guaranteed to make him moan or raid my open offering more completely.

The luxury of enjoying the journey more than the destination is not lost on either of us. I could gladly kiss him for a year or twenty while he massages my scalp, lulling me into a trance filled with simmering heat and sexual energy so strong it has the potential to destroy us or send us to the moon.

As long as we’re together, I don’t care which.

The fuzz of his sweater rubs over my body. It’s soft and warm with the heat radiating from his powerful muscles, carefully restrained. I long to connect with him skin on skin. I reach for the hem of his sweater. My dress prevents me from obtaining my goal. I whimper when a rush of pleasure swamps my senses. Arousal spills from my pussy, dampening the thin barrier between my legs.

Rick waits patiently yet expectantly. I can’t bear to disappoint him. Don’t wish to escape his clutches in any case. I stop struggling and melt beneath his fully clothed frame.

“That’s right.” He purrs against my neck. “Tell me what you’re after. I’ll give you anything you like. Whatever you need.”

“Have to feel you against me. Bare.” I would never have thought I’d beg a man for anything, but a plea escapes my parted lips before I can prevent it. “Please. Let me feel you.”

Rick sits on his haunches between my knees, keeping one hand low on my belly until he’s sure I don’t intend to pursue him. He bathes in my adoring stare, deliberately displaying his magnificent physique for my hungry eyes when he crosses his arms over his head, grabs hold of his sweater and peels it from his upper body.

The charcoal garment hits my area rug with a quiet whoosh.

“Like this?” He leans forward, his slacks still fastened around his trim hips, driving me insane with the blend of raw masculinity and proper gentleman.

“No!” I gasp around the urgent desire constricting my chest. “All of you. Naked. Nothing between us.”

“Nothing?” He pops open the button at the top and sighs. The pressure on his rock-hard cock must be torture. “Not even a condom?”

I shake my head. “Loved having you inside me, natural, at Triple X. After. Nothing’s changed for me. Only like that with you. I swear.”

“Me too, Sarah.”

I can’t engage my logic long enough to continue the discussion. Instead, I enjoy the brief show he gives me as he discards the remainder of his clothes. His cock dips, heavy with the weight of the blood pumping strong between his legs.

I lick my lips.

His thick erection bobs as if it’s straining to press inside my eager mouth.

“Not tonight.” He strokes himself long and slow for several circuits, as though the pressure is too much to bear. “It’s important to me…”

“What is, Rick?”

“We should come together. With me inside you. Connected. Seal our promise. To support each other. Our commitment to whatever this is between us.”

“Like blood brothers—” I stop myself when I realize he’s not laughing.

“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.