Holiday Escort: A Christmas Novella (6 page)

“Yeah?” I inch in, slowly. “What else do you feel?”

“So thick…”

“You think so?” I inch in some more.

Her eyes move up to mine. “Please,” she begs. “Let’s just fuck already.”

Damn. Those words are dangerous, but sound so good coming from her mouth. I finish my stroke, sliding in deep, causing a sharp gasp to rush out of her.

Laying her back and pinning her hands above her head, I circle my hips, my face landing on the crook of her neck.

She moans beneath me, but tries to keep it down. If only I could make her scream right now. I need to know how loud she can get, how wild she can be, but it can’t happen here.

I have a reputation to uphold. We have a weekend to get through without much awkwardness. I need to get paid.

“All this time I thought you were a sweet, innocent girl,” I breathe into her ear.

“I can be,” she says.

I push up, still keeping her pinned to the mattress. My cock doesn’t stop stroking, and she doesn’t stop milking every inch. “We shouldn’t even be doing this.”

“So stop,” she challenges.

“Can’t.” I grunt, sliding out and flipping her over to her belly. She yelps, only loud enough to be heard within these walls. I grip her hips and pull her ass in the air, sliding right into her sweet pussy from behind. “Your pussy is so wet for me. I can feel your juices running down my leg.”

A light slapping noise fills the room. Her ass jiggles, her skin smooth beneath the moonlight. My fingers travel up to her hair, and I grip a handful of it in my hand.

She whimpers as I tug back and thrust deep, and her legs quake, as if she’s on the verge of erupting.

“You have been a bad girl, Piper,” I grunt, filling her in with every inch. I grip her hair tighter, my cock throbbing as I sink deep. “Don’t be surprised if Santa doesn’t even bring you coal this Christmas.”

“That,” she breathes between small moans, “is the cheesiest thing I have
ever
heard while having sex.” She’s fighting a laugh with another whimper.

She’s close. I can tell. I feel her walls pulsing around my cock, gripping me so fucking tight I want to cum right on the spot.

But I don’t. I need her to cum first.

I release her hair and lean forward, my arms outside of hers, my hips still working up full, deep thrusts. “Cum for me, naughty girl. I’m getting close too. You’re so tight for me. So damn good. Want to know something?” I ask.

“Hmm?”

“I’ve found you irresistible from the start, Piper. I want to feel all of you. I want to feel your legs shake. I want to feel you squeeze my cock so tight I can’t help but explode deep inside your sweet pussy. I want you to cum so hard you collapse beneath me and twitch so goddamn much you’ll feel it for days.”

“Oh, God,” she groans, her head falling back.

I grip her ass in my hands, leaning back and watching as my cock slides in and out. She’s so damn wet that my cock is drenched with her cream, her juices running down my thighs, her sweet scent making me want to flip her over for a taste.

I bring a finger around her front and circle her clit.

That does the trick. That’s it, right there.

She shudders and throws her ass back, stilling on my cock until she gently cries out. Her legs are trembling like she’s a one-woman earthquake, her front half crumbling and landing heavily on the mattress.

Her ass is still up in the air, still moving, still trying to savor every inch.

The sight of her like this—unraveling, open, and so vulnerable—is so fucking sexy that I can’t help myself.

I drive my cock hard and deep, knocking my head back and gripping her hips so tight I know they’ll be bruised by morning.

“Fuck, Piper,” I groan, tensing, stilling.

My body locks up, and I cum deep inside her sweet little cunt. I cum so hard I jolt from the aftermath, falling on top of her petite body.

Our breathing is heavy, mixing with one another’s, as I move aside and face her.

“Damn,” she pants, grinning. “Gotta say, you being an escort, I didn’t think the sex would be all it’s cut out to be but…
wow
.”

“Wow in a good way?” I inquire, lifting a brow.

“A
very
good way,” she giggles. She pushes up on one elbow. “I… um… I hope this doesn’t change the trip. I still want things to be the same.”

I sit up with her. “Why wouldn’t they be?”

“I don’t know—maybe because we were never supposed to have sex together? It’s never okay for a professional to have sex with his clients.”

“That’s true, but for you I will make an exception. I’m not sure if we should let it happen again though, Piper. Once this is done, it’s done. I can’t come back. My number will be changed and I won’t respond to any emails. Nothing against you, it’s just my job and how I keep my reputation.”

“I understand.” Her lips twist. “Have you ever slept with a client before?” she asks, almost hesitantly.

“Never.”

She smiles at my response. “Seriously?”

“I swear. I’ve had opportunities—golden ones, but I never saw the point of it… until now.”

“What are you trying to say? That I’m special?”

“You… are very different from my usual clients.”

She beams. “I’ll take that as a compliment.” Climbing off the bed, Piper makes her way to the bathroom. “I’m going to freshen up a bit.”

“Okay.”

The room is quiet for a moment as she steps into the bathroom and turns on the light. The door squeaks on the hinges but before it can shut, she speaks up.

“Matthew?”

“Yes?”

“I won’t be weird about this. I know it shouldn’t happen again, and that’s okay. I was just really curious… and really horny.”

Yeah. So was I. Turns out I shouldn’t have underestimated her. That was the greatest lay I’ve had in a long time. I don’t remember feeling this fucking good afterwards.

“I know you won’t.” It’s a lie. The truth is I don’t know how she will act now. Will she soften up? Will she try and sit closer to me during breakfast? Fondle me under the dinner table because she now knows she can get me hard as hell?

Will she make another move like the one she just made tonight?

I’m afraid to know the answer to that last question.

I’m afraid because if she does, I won’t deny her. I know I won’t. I’ll say it, but my actions will scream the complete opposite.

Piper is stunning. She’s unique and I can already tell she gives more than she receives. It’s qualities like those, though, that I have to watch out for.

I don’t like to get too close to anyone. I refuse to.

My heart is out of the question. It no longer beats for affection.

It beats for attention, while my cock craves one constant thing: pussy.

I’m not perfect. I never will be. And when she realizes that, maybe it will be even easier for her to walk away and be glad I’m in the past.

P
iper

I
t was just sex
.

It was just sex.

It was just sex.

It was just sex.

I’ve had this mantra on repeat inside my head ever since I fell asleep last night.

Now it’s four in the morning, my eyes are wide open, and Matthew’s are wide shut. He’s breathing evenly, stirring a bit in his sleep.

I should get some rest, with the events taking place in a few hours, but I can’t sleep right now. How can I?

I did the unspeakable. I slept with the escort. I slept with a man I am only supposed to be playing pretend with. His
hee-haw
wasn’t supposed to go into my
hoo-hah
.

His hands weren’t supposed to grope and grip my body.

He wasn’t supposed to make me feel like some Christmas angel, so high in the clouds I still haven’t come down.

I look over at Matthew, watching his chest rise. His face is so relaxed, the white sheets sitting low on his hips. I can still make out his dick print. He’s somewhat hard again, and I have the urge to grip him in hand.

He’s just as big as I imagined. And his strokes were so deep, so raw, and so
real
.

Knowing I won’t be getting an ounce of sleep anytime soon, I sit up and swing the back of my legs over the edge of the bed. Maybe a cup of water or even a glass of wine might help.

Gotta say the wine sounds more appealing.

I open the door as quietly as possibly, peering around the corner as I step out. The only lights that are on are the decorative ones, splashes of red, green, gold and white along the walls.

I walk down the hallway slowly, rounding the corner until I’m in the kitchen. To my surprise, Lena is sitting at the island top when I turn the light on, and I gasp as she does, both of us clinging to our chests as if we’re preventing some sort of heart attack.

“Oh my God, Lena,” I gasp.

She laughs. “Did I wake you? Sorry if I did. I tried to be quiet.” She adjusts herself on her stool, dropping the fork she’d once had sunk into her chocolate cake. Smart girl. Cake at four in the morning. Must be a reason why she’s eating it so early.

“No, you didn’t wake me. You okay?” I ask, walking towards the fridge and pulling out the wine. There is enough for one more glass left. Perfect.

I reach for the cabinet, pulling down a wine glass and pouring the remainder of the bottle into it.

“Me? Oh, I’m fine,” she says, and then she yawns.

“Did you get any sleep?”

“None at all. I was waiting for Dexter to call me. They’re allowing the soldiers a holiday call and he told me he’d get his tonight.”

“Where is he now anyway?”

“Afghanistan.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah,” she sighs. “The kids were really looking forward to hearing from him.”

“He didn’t call?”

“No. But maybe tomorrow.” She presses her lips with a shrug, picking up her fork and digging into the cake again. Her shoulders slump a bit, her eyes focusing on the counter.

I take a sip of my wine, watching her sink into her sadness. She loves Dexter to death. Knowing he was going to call was probably the highlight of her Christmas.

God, I can’t even imagine how she feels right now. Having someone to love, but not having them with you, not even being able to speak to them. It has to be tough to deal with.

“Lena,” I murmur, sitting on the barstool next to her. “I’m sure he will call. Maybe in a few hours?”

“Maybe,” she whispers, glancing at me briefly before dropping her head again. Her mouth twitches as she fights a smile. “You are growing up, Pipey.”

I grin. “We all are.”

“No. Seriously. You turned out to be way different than I expected.” She sighs with a smile. “You know… I know Bailey and I have given you a hard time, but after raising Joey and Jana, watching them grow up with such unique personalities… well, I have to say I get it. I get why you took your own course.”

My eyes broaden. “Oh…”

“I’ve always been the one that needed to please Mom and Dad. Bailey as well, but she isn’t as intense about it as I am. I mean, there were times when I used to design so much I wanted to get my degree in interior design instead of business or law school, but then Mom or Dad would say what they wanted was better for me—that I needed to do something worthwhile, just in case my passion for designing fell through. So I listened, but let me tell you what— listening to other people will make you a miserable bitch.”

I laugh.

“No, seriously. It’s a good thing you didn’t marry Kurt the billionaire and have his babies. It’s a good thing you didn’t rush it—that you get to live. Joey and Jana are turning eight next month. Eight years ago, I wasn’t ready to have kids. But I was given two at once and I seriously thought I was going to die.”

“Stop it,” I laugh. “They are good kids… well, sometimes,” I add on, picking up my glass.

“Sometimes,” she giggles. “But not always. I love Dexter and my kids and I wouldn’t trade them for anything in this world, but if I could go back, make my own choices and build my own career, and still have them, I would. Because I know I could have done something better for myself. I was just too stupid and too stuck in my ways, listening to Mom and Dad, thinking they know what’s best since they pretty much have it made.”

“Don’t be so hard on yourself. You have a great life! Plus, you are the oldest, Lena.” I rub her arm. “They expect you to do what they want you to do because you are their first. It’s tough being the first girl
and
firstborn, carrying all of that weight, having to live up to the standards and remain a little better than the rest.”

“Yes, but it will also wear you out.”

My lips press.

She looks up at me, meeting my eyes. “Are you happy with Matthew? He’s a handsome guy, by the way. I don’t know how you bagged that man.”

I let out a coy laugh, as if Matthew is really mine.
Oh, get a grip, Piper.
“I am very happy with him. We are really good together.”

“And how long has it been for you guys again?”

“Eight months.” I nod.

“Eight? Wow. That’s a long time. Well, don’t let him go. He seems like a real keeper. I can’t wait to get to know him a little more when everyone’s awake.”

“He’s a great guy.”

“Great in bed too, apparently,” she says, snorting.

I gasp, giving her a look of horror. “Oh my God! Lena! You heard!?”

“I heard enough! I tried not to listen as I walked by to get my cellphone from the living room, but I did catch an earful. Did he say something about Santa giving you
coal
?” she chortles, dropping her fork and clutching herself.

I groan, face palming myself dramatically. “Oh my goodness. You weren’t supposed to hear any of that, Lena.” I can feel my face burning, my embarrassment on full display.

“Don’t worry,” she says, standing from her stool, scraping her plate off and placing it in the sink, “I won’t tell a soul. But you sounded like you had a good time. That’s all that matters, right?” She walks towards the mouth of the kitchen, winking over her shoulder. “Keep it up, Pipey. Stay happy. I admire you for not always caving in to what our parents demand of us. Whether they want to admit it or not, I know Mom and Dad are actually really proud of you too.”

Wow. Are they really?

“That’s good to know.”

I watch her walk away, listening to her footsteps travel down the hallway. After I finish my glass of wine, I place it in the sink, and then I turn and lean my back against it, smiling—not only because of what she’s just told me, but because I am damn proud of myself, too.

Now I feel sort of idiotic for bringing Matthew with me. Maybe I didn’t need to hire a pretend boyfriend to please my parents. Maybe I just needed to stick with my dreams, my goals, and hope for the best.

For their approval.

For their appreciation.

It was bound to come sooner or later, but with Matthew here, maybe I’ll hear those exact words coming out of their mouths before this Christmas weekend is officially over.

T
he sun is
bright when I wake up, the light seeping through my cracked eyelids.

I groan, flipping onto my stomach and checking the alarm clock with one eye open. It’s nearing 7:30 AM.

I look to my left, noticing Matthew isn’t in bed. My eyes travel over to where his suitcase is, a pair of clothes folded neatly on top of the chair.

I should get up. Everyone will be in the kitchen within the next half-hour.

Pushing out of bed with a heavy yawn, I tread toward the bathroom, pushing the door open.

I gasp when I spot Matthew in front of the mirror, a towel wrapped around his waist, and those impeccable abs on display again.

He’s just finished brushing his teeth, placing his toothbrush in the plastic bag. When he hears the door open he turns halfway, glancing over his shoulder.

“Finally awake, sleepyhead?”

I rub my eyes, shaking my head. “Yeah. I’m tired. Stayed up way late last night.”

“Yeah, I woke up around 4:30. You weren’t in bed. Thought something was wrong until I saw you when I woke up again.”

“I went to the kitchen for a glass of wine and caught Lena in there. We talked for a while.”

“Really? What about?”

“Just… life in general.” I grip the doorknob, focusing on my bare shoulder. “You wanna know what she said to me that actually surprised me?”

“What’s that?”

“She said she admired me for doing what I wanted with my life instead of what Mom and Dad wanted me to do.” I fold my arms, leaning against the wall as Matthew turns to face me. “She also said she loves her kids to death, loves her husband as well and wouldn’t trade them for the world, but if she could go back, she would. She wanted to major in interior design. Our parents said it was a dumb idea so she never went through with it.”

“Wow.”

“Also, I think she may have admitted that she and Bailey are their happy little ass-kissers.”

I laugh as he does.

When the merriment simmers, his eyes run over the length of me before pulling up and sighing. “How do you feel?”

I look into his eyes, knowing exactly what his question is implying.

“Exhausted,” I say, stepping forward and grabbing my toothbrush.

I pick up the tube of toothpaste and add a dab, brushing my teeth quickly. All the while I can feel him watching me, glaring at me from behind.

I shut off the water but before I can put my toothbrush away, Matthew is standing behind me, pressing against me.

His groin pushes into my ass, and I look at him through the mirror.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I ask, eyes narrowed.

“Saying good morning the way a real boyfriend would.” He kisses the crook of my neck and I nearly melt inside. The heat travels down, building up in my most sacred area.

I drop my toothbrush and turn in his arms, looking up to meet his honey eyes. “Wait—” I press a hand against his chest. “I thought you said this shouldn’t happen anymore.” I point between us, confused.

“Did I say that?”

“You sure did.”

“Well, maybe what I meant is this shouldn’t happen
much
.”

My eyes widen, and I bite my lower lip, fighting a grin. “You’re serious right now, aren’t you?”

He responds with a kiss on my cheek and a gentle push into my hips.

“But isn’t that breaking all of your ‘escort’ rules?” I make air parentheses with my fingers.

“Possibly…”

“God, you are so confusing,” I whisper, our lips a hair’s-breadth away.

“Trust me, I’ve confused myself about you.” He looks me over, his tongue running across his lips. “You want to know what I’ve been thinking about all morning?”

He grips my waist and picks me up. My butt lands on the counter, and he steps between my parted legs, a smirk on his lips.

“What?”

“What happened last night wasn’t enough.” He studies my lips. “I need
more
, Piper. A lot more. I know we only have about twenty-five minutes, but,” he murmurs, pulling my shorts down my legs and tossing them in the corner. “I’ll be quick.” His lips land on the bend of my neck again, and he sucks, causing a tingling sensation to shoot through my legs. “I promise.”

His towel drops to the floor, the thick white fabric forming into a puddle around his feet. He moves in closer between my legs until he’s so close I feel his hot member poking at my entrance.

Pulling me towards the edge of the counter, he cups my face in his hands, and focuses on my mouth, but he doesn’t kiss them.

“Do you realize how beautiful you are?”

My breath becomes labored as I shut my eyes, whirling inside from his touch.

“Your family doesn’t see what I see. A flawless, beautiful, independent woman.” Before I can open my eyes, Matthew is deep inside me, hugging me against his hard, chiseled body.

“Matthew,” I breathe. “I—we shouldn’t. Really.”

“I know… but we can’t help it.
I
can’t help it. If I want something, I go after it.”

“But why do you want me?” I ask as he picks me up off the counter and turns for the wall. My back bumps against it, and he grunts, building up a quick pace, his ball sack slapping between my cheeks.

I look over his shoulder with my arms latched around his neck, and I get the perfect view of his toned ass in the mirror.
Someone does squats.

“I like your free spirit,” he breathes in my ear, his fingers curling around the nape of my neck. “I like knowing that you really don’t need me, but that you still crave every inch of me.”

I bite into my bottom lip, staring into his eyes.

His jaw locks as he focuses on mine, and then he cups my ass, grinding into me, hips circling, body tightening. My back bows against the wall, my eyes sealing.

I can feel my breasts bouncing, but before I can cup one of them, his lips seal around my nipple, sucking, bringing me up to ultimate pleasure, even more so when his beard grazes my skin.

“Shit,” I hear him growl as he brings his head back up. He gropes my ass, sighing, breathing deep. “Your body feels so incredible, Piper. So fucking good.”