Escorts and Thieves (7 page)

“More?” Sabrina asked him.

“Oh, God, yes.” His voice was hoarse and had nothing in common with the voice with which he’d made conversation at the reception.

“More?” He hadn’t begged yet.

“Oh, please, Holly, put me out of my misery!”

Instantly, she licked him from tip to base and back, then took him into her mouth and moved down his cock, taking him as deep as she could. She felt him shudder. His taste was a hint salty, mixed with a very primal essence that was all him, something she couldn’t describe. Sabrina had given blowjobs before, but never really enjoyed it. This was different.

Knowing that she could bring him to his knees with a stroke of her tongue or the gentle sucking of her lips closing around his erection, made her feel powerful and incredibly turned on. Soon the pulsating cock in her mouth would fill her core and rock her very center of gravity, and her muscles would clench around him to milk him until he had nothing more to give. But for now, she’d only drive him to the point where he couldn’t think straight anymore.

Daniel’s hands went to her shoulders, holding on to balance himself as he rocked back and forth in synch with her rhythm. His eyes closed, his head thrown back, he let himself go. She made it easy for him to only feel what his body wanted him to feel and forget his mind, forget his work, his goals, and only remember that he was a man in the hands of a beautiful woman.

Her mouth around his hard cock was warm and moist. Her tongue played with his skin, tickling and teasing him. This was not the kind of mechanical blowjob he’d received from his ex-girlfriends, no, this was something entirely different. This was the mouth of a woman, who was in it with every fiber of her body.

Holly wasn’t just going through the motions. The way she sucked him, licked him and teasingly grazed him with her teeth without hurting him, he knew she wanted to give him the best blowjob he’d ever had. And she was succeeding. She pulled harder, sucking him deeper into her mouth, and he realized that he couldn’t go much longer. This was too good.

Daniel didn’t want to come in her mouth, at least not the first time. He needed to be inside her and feel her muscles tighten around him when he came. And he needed to look into her eyes when he did so. He needed to lose himself in those beautiful green eyes.

The way she sucked his cock drove him insane, and he felt his control slipping. Before it was too late, he pulled himself out of her mouth and held her back, away from him.

“I wasn’t done,” she complained and pouted. Cute.

“Baby, you’re killing me.” He brought her up him and kissed her plump lips. “Let me be inside of you.”

She pulled him down onto the bed with her. He stopped in mid-motion.

“Wait.”

She gave him a questioning look.

“Condom.” He snatched his jacket off the chair and pulled the condom out of its pocket before joining her on the bed.

“May I?” she asked and pointed at the condom.

He shook his head. As if he could survive her touch. “I won’t last if I let you touch me right now.”

He was walking a tightrope. Any second, he could lose his control and give into the release that he felt so close to the surface. He had to have her, and he couldn’t wait another second. Daniel sheathed himself with the condom and pulled her back into his arms.

Her body molded to his perfectly as if she were made for him. His erection nudged at the entrance to her body, and he locked eyes with hers. As he slowly slid into her inch by inch, he lost himself in the depth of her eyes. He had to watch her as he entered her. He had to see her reaction, see what she felt.

What he saw in her eyes was pleasure, desire, and passion. Nobody could fake that. He captured her lips with his, and thrust into her to the hilt, slicing through her body as through butter. Holly was tighter that he’d expected. How she kept her muscles so tight around his cock surprised him. She felt as tight as a virgin, not the professional escort she was.

Daniel stayed buried in her for several long seconds, unable to move for fear he’d lose it right there and then. Finally, he felt his strength return and was able to move inside her. Slick flesh on slick flesh, their bodies moved in synch with each other. Pulling out almost entirely, he slammed into her again a second later as she met his thrust with an equal but opposite reaction, only intensifying his movement.

Being inside her was a slide into slickness and warmth but with the tightness of a glove one size too small, accommodating his size with an extraordinarily snug fit. As if she’d been built for him and for him alone. Every time he pulled out so only the very tip of his cock was still submerged in her heat, she begged for him to fill her again, and every time he did so, and did so completely.

Daniel knew he’d met his match when she used his weight against him, hooking her leg behind him and rolling him over. As she sat up, keeping his erection deeply buried inside her, she gave him a wanton smile.

The sight of her naked body straddling him, her boobs bouncing with every move she made, was beyond his strained control. Every time she moved upwards and then down again, his hips moved up to meet her, pounding into her with as much force as his position allowed. It wasn’t enough. He was near his breaking point and needed more.

“Oh, baby.”

Daniel rolled them and flipped her onto her back again. “Please, come with me.”

His hand went between their bodies finding the little nub of pleasure he was so familiar with by now and caressed her as he plunged into her over and over, matching the rhythm of their beating hearts and their labored breaths until he finally felt her muscles clench around his cock. It was perfect. Her spasms ignited his own release, and he exploded like an erupting volcano.

As their climaxes ebbed, their bodies stilled. Breathing hard, he gazed at her.

“You’re amazing,” he was able to mumble despite the little energy he had left.

“Likewise,” she rasped.

And then he kissed her, lazily, tenderly, without an end in sight. His tongue explored her mouth as if it had never invaded before, dancing with her the timid dance of two high school kids, and entangled itself with its counterpart as if to create another Gordian knot.

There was no demand in his kiss, no intent for it to lead to anything else. It was a means and an end in itself. A kiss. A kiss full of tenderness and appreciation, of adoration and respect. A timeless caress.

Only reluctantly, he released her from their kiss.

“Oh, my God, what was that?” she whispered breathlessly, her eyes gazing into his.

Daniel smiled. “Dessert.”

8

It was past midnight, and Holly had gotten dressed. While she was in the bathroom, Daniel retrieved his wallet and took out several hundred dollar bills. He’d already paid the agency, but he didn’t feel it was enough. What she’d given him tonight was beyond what he’d expected. Never before had he been able to lose himself as he had with her, and never before had he felt a woman give herself so completely to him.

Daniel looked back at the tangled sheets on the bed, witnesses to their passionate encounter. She’d awakened in him what it meant to be alive. His life had been consumed with work, and he’d forgotten how to enjoy himself, how to relax and how to love. She’d shown him there was more to life than work.

He placed the money into an envelope together with a simple note, sealed it and slipped it into her purse, not wanting to taint their goodbyes with the exchange of money.

She came out of the bathroom and was ready to leave. Their lovemaking was written all over her body. She seemed to glow. Silently, he put his arm around her waist and led her to the door, then turned her toward him and pulled her close to his body.

Without a word, he sought her lips and found her eagerly accepting his kiss. One last time, his tongue swept through her mouth, visiting the places he knew so intimately by now. He felt her hands in his hair, and he loved the feel of it. It felt too good to stop.

Reluctantly, he pulled away from her and looked into her green eyes which seemed so much darker after their night of passion.

“You’d better leave before I drag you back into bed and have my way with you.” His voice was hoarse and dark with desire. He was a fool for letting her leave, and he knew it.

“I thought I had my way with you,” she teased him.

“Same difference.”

Once the door closed behind her, Daniel let himself fall against it and exhaled deeply. She was gone but had left him with the realization that he wasn’t as cold and indifferent as some of his ex-girlfriends had accused him of being. He could clearly feel the fire in is belly, the fire she’d ignited.

***

Sabrina staggered toward the elevator, her legs still shaking from the intense encounter. She’d tried to compose herself in his bathroom—to no avail. She was a mess, and the signs of sex were clearly written all over her body: her ruffled hair, her flushed face, the love bites he’d left on her skin, the pleasant humming between her legs, the scent of Daniel on her skin.

She was certain that anybody she’d run into on her way home would instantly know that she’d just had the most mind-blowing sex of her life. She was relieved to see that the elevator was empty but dreaded the moment she had to cross the lobby, where the hotel staff could surely guess that she’d been in a guest’s room to have sex.

Pearls of sweat built on her forehead. Sabrina opened her purse to pull out her handkerchief to pat herself dry and instantly noticed an unfamiliar item in it. She pulled out the envelope she knew hadn’t been there earlier.

Curiously she opened it. In it were several hundred dollar bills and a handwritten note.

Thank you for the most wonderful night. Daniel.

Sabrina knew she couldn’t accept the money. She couldn’t accept money for something that had made her feel like a real woman again. No man had ever given her so much pleasure in her life, and she wasn’t going to let him sully this feeling by taking his money. Yes, he’d paid the agency, but she would tell Holly to keep the money. She didn’t want a penny of it.

What she’d given Daniel tonight, she’d given freely, and what she had received in turn from him, was more than she’d expected to ever receive from any man, let alone from one, who thought she was an escort.

His tenderness, his passion, his selflessness in pleasing her were things she’d never seen in any of the men she’d dated. Why a man who believed her to be an escort would treat her with such care, she couldn’t even begin to comprehend.

In the foyer, she wrote a note to Daniel, slipped it into a new envelope she picked up from the front desk and placed the money in it before she sealed it. She was careful so the front desk staff didn’t see what she’d put in the envelope.

“Could you please give this to Mr. Sinclair in 2307 in the morning?”

“Certainly, madam,” the employee answered and took the envelope from her. He looked her up and down, and she wondered what he was thinking. Was she a sugar mama, who was paying off her gigolo? Not even close.

Sabrina quickly left the lobby and stepped into a waiting cab.

Holly was waiting for her when she came home. As soon as Sabrina unlocked the front door, she heard her friend call out to her from the living room.

“Sabrina, is everything ok?”

She walked toward the living room and stopped at the door. Holly was propped up on the couch, a dry biscuit in one hand and a cup of tea on the coffee table.

“Are you feeling better?”

Holly waved her off. “Much better. Now, tell me, what happened? I didn’t expect you to be out so long.”

Sabrina smiled coyly. “He was very nice.”

“What? Very nice? You think you can dish me off with
very nice
? I want the whole story.”

Holly patted the space next to her on the couch, signaling to Sabrina to sit down.

“I’m really tired. I should go to bed.” Her resistance was met with a stern look by Holly.

“Oh, no, you won’t. Not until you’ve given me the dirt.”

Sabrina felt her cheeks turn hot. Her friend could be a pest when she wanted to know something.

“You had sex with him,” Holly stated the obvious. “No, wait! You had fabulous sex with him!”

Sabrina couldn’t suppress her smile.

“Oh my God! Sit down, and tell me everything.”

She only told Holly what was absolutely necessary and didn’t go into any of the intimate details of her night with Daniel. She wanted those things to be her own, because she knew that this was all she would get, one fabulous night with an amazing man. She didn’t want to share this experience, not even with her best friend.

She was certain Holly realized that she was holding things back from her, but after a half hour she didn’t press her any longer.

***

Daniel woke from the best sleep he’d had in years. The sun shone into his bedroom since he’d neglected to close the drapes the night before. Instead of jumping out of bed instantly the moment he woke as he normally did, he folded his hands behind his head and stared at the ceiling. Then he gazed around the room.

His clothes were strewn all over the floor. Holly’s scent was still all around him, on his skin, on his lips, in the sheets. The memories of the night would see him through the next few weeks until he finalized the deal and then refocused his life. He’d done a lot of thinking since she’d left.

She’d reminded him that he was a passionate man and that he needed a passionate woman. He’d inherited more than his olive skin from his mother. He’d inherited her passion as well. He remembered the heated arguments she and his father had from time to time. As a teenager, Daniel had always cringed when he saw them afterwards as they ran off to their bedroom and locked the door behind them. Their lovemaking had been just as passionate as their fights, and Daniel had moved his room to the other side of the house once the
ick
factor had become too much for him.

Only now, he understood what they were going through. He had felt the same passion in himself.