Kissed (4 page)

Her eyes were narrowed suspiciously, but she watched me, saying nothing.

“Men use you every day.” I shrugged as I bit my lower lip. “Use me. You have my permission. You want to degrade me, do it. You want to hurt me, I won’t stop you. Take what you want. I’ll give it to you.”

The silence at that point was agonizing. I was good at using silence to intimidate people, to make them uncomfortable, to rock them. Hell, I’d done it to her only a few nights before. But I was the one mentally grasping for a reprieve from it now.

“Please,” I finally begged quietly.

And then I waited…

Her eyes shifted around, flitting to mine occasionally as the gears in her mind worked to figure this out. The silence went on, and she gnawed on the inside of her lip. When she shrugged slightly and let the robe drop off her shoulders, she wasn’t looking at my eyes. She was studying my chest as though trying to come to terms with the decision she was making. I finally breathed again. She seemed almost confused at what was happening. Maybe she was. It wasn’t every day, I suspected, that she got to make the choice about who she intended to fuck and how she intended to do it.

I walked out of the bathroom, unbuttoning and unzipping my slacks as I moved, and I used my feet to step on the heel of my shoes, flipping them off. I paused by the chair that sat near the bed, stripping my pants and socks from my legs. I grabbed the couple of condoms in the pocket of my pants before folding the pants over the chair. I left my underwear on and tossed the condoms on the nightstand as I turned back around to see if she’d followed. And then I nearly choked.

She was naked.

She stood in the doorway of the bathroom, leaning against the doorframe. It wasn’t a casual stance though, and she looked unsure as her fingers gripped the wide white wood surrounding the door.

But she was naked.

Her body was slender, and her breasts were even smaller than they’d looked in the bathroom without the advantage of her bra pushing them up. But her nipples were pink, and her hips shapely. Her pussy was completely shaved, and her lips there were just as intriguing and beautiful as the ones on her mouth. And I wanted to kiss these lips just as much too.

For a woman who had sex for a living, she seemed incredibly shy, but then, this wasn’t quite how it usually went for her, I suspected. And her attraction to me was something I’d grabbed hold of days ago before either of us had acknowledged out loud what she was—that attraction was not something I’d paid for then, and she was just being a woman at that time—until I took away her dignity by calling her out on her profession.

I walked up to her, and her hands dropped to her sides as she put her back to the doorframe, but I could see her fingers wrapping around the wood of the frame behind her. She was holding her legs together as demurely as she could, and when I reached for her hip, her chest started heaving.

“Open your legs.” I studied her eyes, waiting for her to relax enough to comply.

The moment she did, I ran my hand over the smooth skin of her sex and slipped a finger between her lips. My mouth opened as I felt the wetness. She wasn’t a little wet. She wasn’t starting to get wet. She was full-on fucking drenched—so drenched I could hear the incredible sound of my finger smacking through her cum.

I slid my middle finger into her, and her muscles clenched tightly around me. I groaned quietly, and she finally released her hold on the doorframe and reached for my bicep to stabilize herself. I thrust slowly, pressing a second finger in with the first, and she started groaning then too. Her head dropped, staring down at what my fingers were doing between her legs, and I reached for her cheek with my free hand, pulling her face up to look at me.

I leaned to her mouth, wanting to kiss her lips at the same time I finger fucked the other ones. But she leaned away from my mouth again. I breathed against her neck instead as my fingers plunged through her wetness. Her muscles were strong, and the tightness was incredible. Stopping was difficult, but I managed to slow my strokes and eventually pull my hand away.

She watched me, breathing quietly but quickly as she focused on my eyes. I stepped back from her, finally pushing my underwear down and letting my cock spring free. Her attention moved down to my erection, which was high and hard, jutting up between my hips. I sat on the side of the bed, and when she approached me, I gripped her waist. I leaned forward to kiss her stomach, but she stepped back.

“Please don’t put your mouth on me.” Her voice was quiet.

I nodded slowly as I looked up at her. “Okay.” My voice was just as soft.

I scooted to the head of the bed, lying back and watching her. She climbed on the bed, grabbing one of the condoms I’d left on the nightstand. She tossed it on my stomach, and then she kneeled back on her feet, waiting for me. Clearly she had no real intention of touching me, and I suddenly wondered who the prostitute really was. Of course, I’d handed her the reins and told her to take what she needed, and perhaps she needed me to be nothing more than a cock she could fuck.

I tore the condom packet open, slipping it over the head of my dick, and she watched as I rolled it slowly down my erection. She finally moved again, straddling my thighs and hovering over my hips. Her tits were tauntingly close to my face when she leaned forward and braced her hand on the headboard.

“Can I touch your pussy, or do you want to put it in?”

She met my eyes, pausing for a moment. When she swallowed, it was a struggle. “You can touch me,” she whispered.

“Thank you,” I said as I reached between us.

I spread her pussy lips with one hand as I used my other to guide my cockhead between them. I brushed the tip of my dick back and forth against her wet slit, and I could feel her body give when I passed over her entry. I held myself there, waiting for her to make the next move.

She pushed back, impaling herself slowly on me, and I felt the pop as the bulbous head of my cock passed beyond that tight outer skin. I hissed as the warmth enveloped me, and the moment I did, she clenched, forcing my hiss to turn to a deep groan. She pushed harder, driving me deeper into her, and I pulled my hands from between us, tucking them under the back of my head so I could watch.

She couldn’t take me all on the first penetration, and she lifted her hips before she pushed down again, still sinking only halfway down. She rode shallowly, tentatively pushing down and pulling up.

“Come on, Gabe,” I grunted. “You can take me deeper than that.” I reached for her hips and clutched them tightly with my fingers.

“Don’t call me that.” She groaned the words out, but when I pulled her down harder to my groin, her mouth dropped open, and her eyelids fluttered. I sank deep into her, and she cried out, but she didn’t resist. I held her to my lap, feeling her weight pressing down on my balls, and her cum running down them too.

I ran my hands around from her hips to her buttocks, squeezing them and letting my fingers dig into her skin. Her cheeks were strong and round, and I used my grip to lift her bottom from my lap and yank her right back down again. She started moving then. Her hips rocked, and she pushed to my lap each and every time, her dance becoming more erratic and desperate with every passing second.

I pushed up to my elbows, trying to catch her nipple in my mouth as she humped. I caught my teeth on one and bit gently into it, sucking hard as she stilled for a moment and cried out. But she pushed me back and sat up straighter the moment I released the suction.

Her hips were still moving frantically, and she was close. She was also being damn stubborn. I sat up, bringing my face right up to hers and leaned to her lips, trying in vain again to kiss her. She turned away, even as she groaned and whimpered out her pleasure. I let her get close. I let her ride and fuck until she was standing at her edge, and at just the moment her breath caught in her throat and her muscles started to tighten around me, I lunged for her mouth, biting down on her lower lip.

I pulled at it, not letting up. She was too busy screaming out her orgasm into my mouth to care that my teeth were clamped into her lower lip at that point. I didn’t relax my bite until her release faded enough for her to think straight again, and as she panted on my lap, I finally let my body fall back to the bed. She stared down at me and reached up, touching her lower lip in the place I’d just had my teeth. Her eyes were wide, and I couldn’t tell if she was shocked I’d bitten her or shocked she’d come so hard.

I didn’t give her time to figure it out.

I rolled our bodies quickly, putting her under me as I slammed my cock hard and deep into her. She groaned and reached back for the headboard. I wedged my knees up under her thighs, forcing her legs out wider so I could push in deeper, and then I gripped the top of the headboard as I started stroking in and out, pulling completely from her before thrusting straight back to her core.

She was gasping, her breath coming in short little bursts, and her entire body was being jolted toward the headboard over and over again by the force of my thrusts. I watched her eyes as I fucked her, and my teeth gritted harder and harder the closer I came to my release, and when I finally reached it, I threw my head back as I roared loudly and my fingers dug into the top of the headboard.

I could barely breathe as I tried to regain myself, and I lowered my face, studying her eyes as I let the ripples and waves of pleasure radiate out through my body. She seemed nervous as she looked back at me, and her pussy tightened on my cock. I hissed, my breath catching in my throat at the nearly overwhelming sensation. I slowly pulled from her body, watching my length leave her, and then I fell to my back beside her. I was panting, I was sweating, and I stared up at the ceiling above us listening to her suck in her own calming breaths too.

“I should go,” she said, even as she still struggled to breathe.

I glanced over at her as she sat up to the side of the bed. Her shoulder blades were subtly protruding points, and I reached out, letting my finger trail down the crevice of one. She stood and walked away toward the bathroom. It was the first time I actually had a chance to study her bottom. I’d seen it clothed in her white lace underwear, hell, I’d gripped into it hard as she’d fucked me, but I hadn’t actually seen those cheeks yet.

All I could think about was how much I wanted to sink my teeth into that incredible flesh in the same way I had her nipple and her lower lip.

“I said I wanted you for the night, and I meant it. You get paid by the night, not the fuck, right?”

She stopped walking and turned back around to face me. “This isn’t a good idea.”

I shrugged. “I’m sure you’re right, but it’s a little too late to worry about that now. Don’t you think?”

Her eyes shifted around the room, and she eventually sighed. She disappeared into the bathroom moments later. I knew she didn’t want to leave in the same way I knew she’d enjoyed what we’d just done. I even knew she wanted to do it again. But I also knew she was confused, and she didn’t like it. She was doing everything in her power to push me away, even though every part of her wanted more.

I heard the shower start, and I grabbed my cell phone from my pants pocket. I pulled up David’s contact information, and I stared at it. I could end this right now, make the point I needed to make and be done with it. But as I listened to the shower run, I closed my eyes. I could still feel her slick wet need on my fingers. I could feel the tight gripping muscles around my cock. And I could hear the quiet moans and grunts that took her to her release.

And I wanted more too.

I turned my phone off, set it on the nightstand, and let myself drop back to the mattress. “Fuck,” I muttered.

I waited until the shower turned off, and then I followed her. She was just stepping out of the walk-in shower. She’d pulled her hair up in a high ponytail to keep it dry, and I watched as she toweled off and slipped back into the robe. She stood at the sink, letting her hair back down.

She’d not washed her face, and her makeup, while subtle, was still there, highlighting her eyes and flushing her cheeks. Her lips were still red, but the color was smeared slightly where I’d bit into the lower one. I watched as she scrubbed them clean with a tissue. She brushed a far more demure subtle pink gloss on her lips, and when she turned to face me, she leaned back against the countertop.

“Are you hungry?” I asked her.

“No.”

As if on cue, her stomach growled loudly. It was the type of growl that went on and on and on for an embarrassingly long time as I watched her. My forehead wrinkled, and I raised a brow, waiting for her clearly empty stomach to stop talking. Her cheeks reddened more by the second until she finally just shook her head and shrugged in exasperation.

I chuckled. “Get dressed.”

“Why?”

“We’re going down to—”

“Can’t we just order room—?”

“What’s wrong? Afraid people will notice that freshly fucked look on your face?”

She turned toward the mirror, studying her face for a moment. I stepped up behind her, meeting her eyes in the mirror.

“You look incredible.”

She stared blankly back at me. “What are you doing?” She looked confused, nervous even.

I didn’t respond. I just watched her.

“Why are you doing this?” She was practically pleading, and she turned, facing me straight on.

“Maybe I’m apologizing to you.” My voice was quiet.

“With your dick?” Hers was not.

I gaped at her, trying not to laugh at that one.

But she didn’t seem amused, and when she pushed past me, she snatched her underwear and bra up off the floor and muttered, “I’d hate to see what happens if you ever step on a nun’s foot,” as she walked out.

Chapter 4

Gabrielle

IT’S
perhaps embarrassing to admit, but for someone whose…
profession
suggests she’s an expert at sex, I’m actually not, not at all not, just not. But here’s what I’ve figured out about men in the year or so I’ve been prostituting myself to them. Most don’t actually need an expert at sex to feel as though they’re getting an expert at sex, and my ability to carry myself confidently with a john went a long way in selling my
supposed
expertise. In addition to that, so much of a man’s desire is driven off a factor of some sort. The forbidden factor, the age factor, the face factor, the tits factor, the ass factor, hell if you’re lucky, even the sense of humor factor. Don’t get me wrong. Some men really do want a woman who can do a handstand while giving a man a blowjob, but in truth, those are few and far between, and there’s usually some
factor
other than experience driving his need and tripping his trigger.