Need You Now (2 page)

Dark hair, tall, a strong build, tanned, handsome and very well dressed. He stood out in the crowd without trying. Janice kept peeking up toward him as she played. His grin when he caught her eye made her thighs hot and her panties moist. This guy was sex on a stick, and she wanted to ride his stick.

Damn, that guy is fine. If I’m getting this lucky at cards maybe I’ll get lucky and take him with me?

Distracted, she shook herself back to the game at hand.
I feel like a slut. I don’t think like this. Maybe I should.
To her surprise, she realized she had to be up by around ten thousand dollars if she’d counted the chips right.

“Well, this is my last hand. Time for my break and a dealer change.” The dealer smiled and leaned over the table to deal the last hand of her shift.

“Wait.” Janice looked down and pushed out the table limit of chips on her spot as a bet. “I might as well go for it.” She didn’t have a damn thing to lose. It was also her basis for getting the guts to walk over and ask that fine hunk of man for drinks and a good fuck.

The dealer tossed the cards around the table, and Janice didn’t even bother to look at the first round. She was setting her sights on a bigger prize. When the second round of cards appeared, she smiled as she got an ace of spades to go with her queen of hearts.

Well whaddya know? She really
was
getting lucky tonight.

But being a sensible woman, she deposited most of the money into her account and quickly dealt with the paperwork. She knew if she kept it she’d be tempted to gamble it away. In her current state of mind she was up to trying anything.

The walking hunk of sex wasn’t by the blackjack tables anymore. She glanced around and didn’t see him immediately, but as she casually wandered toward the casino bar, there he was, sitting at a stool alone.

Her heart started pounding and a dozen or so thoughts crossed her mind.
Should I offer to by him a drink or just drop down to my knees and blow him? I wonder if he really noticed me or was watching the game of blackjack. Why do panties always creep up your ass when you get nervous?

Stepping up to the bar, she opened her mouth to speak but he beat her to it.

“Can I buy you a drink?”

His voice was deep and strong. He glanced up at Janice and cracked a small smile. Her panties went from being a nuisance to a savior as she became wet with desire.

Holy shit. I’m going to burn for the things I want to do to this man.

“I was going to ask you the same question. I’ll have a cosmopolitan. Thank you.”

He motioned to the bartender and asked for a cosmo and a rum and Coke for himself. “Old habits die hard. Always loved my rum, but can’t drink it too much because I hate Coke.”

She took the stool he offered and their conversation ran the usual gamut of being in Lake Tahoe, first names and the weather. He was flirting, and Janice loved it. Her guard was down and the desire to cut loose a little took over.

“This is fun. I’m really having a nice time. I don’t mean to sound like I’m feeding you a line but you look really familiar. Aaron, what do you do?”

“Honestly? I get paid to make women feel good.”

“Oh…” After a moment she got it. “Ooooohhhhh, sorry, blonde moment.”

“But you’re not blonde. Of course I could double check to make sure.”

If she said what crossed her mind they’d be arrested. “Cute, but not now.”

“Maybe later then.” He was very quick with the witty comebacks and double meanings.

Janice noticed the heat level rising between them after he told her what he did. Just the thought of a male prostitute was naughty but nice. No strings, no worries, just pay as you ride, like at a carnival. Only this ride would be a helluva lot more fun.

They made more small talk. All the while ideas and fears scrambled through her mind.
Is this guy clean? Does he have a disease I’ll bring back with me? Love doesn’t last but herpes is for life. I have my money stashed in the bank, but is this guy going to try to rob me if I let him into my condo? Does this guy look as good naked as he does with that suit on?

Her fear that it would be filmed and end up on the Internet would be gone because there was no way they would go to his place. If she was going to do this, she wanted home field advantage.

“So how do I know I won’t catch something?” She smiled as she sipped her drink.

“I have myself checked regularly, and I only practice safe sex. No glove, no love is my motto. Most women I meet are married. I’m a diversion, and they’re nervous too. You know, we can just sit here and talk. Just because I’m an escort doesn’t mean we have to sleep together.” He paused. “Well, actually, we wouldn’t be sleeping.”

Obviously.
She licked her lips.

“Look, we’re just talking. No harm, no foul. I’m not like the guys you hear about that go around hustling women. Women call and ask for my company. The guys you have to worry about hang out on the streets and try to hustle you into a cheap hotel and all those Hollywood sleazy clichés you hear and see on television. I’m perfectly content to sit here and talk. I’ll be honest though, and tell you I find you absolutely beautiful. Taking you and giving you pleasure would make me feel like a man should feel. And I would treat you the way a woman should be treated by a man.” He turned and motioned to the bartender.

It was good he didn’t keep looking at her because she was struggling not to have an orgasm sitting on the barstool. “I’ve never, um, you know, paid for sex before. How does that work?”

He smiled at that, a playful smile lighting his face and changing him from a professional escort to a warm and delightful man. “Well, how would you pay for someone to be your lover and do anything you want for you?”

“I’m not sure.” She thought about it for a moment or two. “Do you pay by the stroke? I know my ex-boyfriend would only make about twenty bucks a night then go to sleep.”

“We could do that, but you’re a very sexy woman. It might run about two thousand dollars if you paid me that way.”

Janice bit her lip and clenched her thighs tight. “Damn, there’s a thought. But be honest. How does this work?”

“I guess it depends. It depends on the woman, the way I feel. Looking at you I can picture us doing things that would make other women jealous. The kind of night you only read about in books. Pleasure so intense that you can’t even catch your breath, let alone find the strength to stop the unbridled ecstasy you feel.”

“Oh, you’re good.”

Chapter Three

Janice stepped inside and tossed her keys and handbag on the small table by the door.

“As you can see…”

Her voice went quiet as his lips touched her neck. She rolled her eyes back when his hands slid up her belly to cup under her breasts.

Hot breath blew in her ear when he gently nibbled and licked her lobes. The tingling quickly shot through her body to between her thighs. Whatever he was doing, it definitely was working. Definitely!

His hands touched everyplace all at once.

She tried to open her eyes, but they fluttered as he pressed against her pelvis, forcing her tightly against him. She felt his groin with her ass and the hardened shape nestled between her cheeks. His body felt rigid and tight with the muscles flexing. They were melting together as they stood in silence. She reached her arm up and behind his head while he kissed and sucked at the back of her neck. This was her heaven.

“Should we…”

Again she was cut short as he spun her around with his strong hands around her waist. Now she faced him and his quiet demeanor accentuated her arousal. The mysterious man was staring hungrily at her with one thought in his mind. And she knew what it was.

She frantically tugged at his shirt, almost ripping it loose. He grabbed her shoulders and forced her against the wall in the narrow hallway. With a thud she lost her breath and he smothered her mouth with his lips and his viperous tongue as they kissed. His hands groped at her body, tense with anticipation.

He reached around and cupped her ass in his hand and squeezed it. With a quick tug he peeled her panties down. She wiggled her legs and the wet fabric fell around her ankles. Stepping out of them, she felt the urge to spread her legs apart.

He kept kissing her. Passion and lust filled their embrace. There was no what if between them. It was just a matter of when. Janice was so hot and turned on that she didn’t care what this beautiful slab of beefcake did as long as he fucked her.

His strong arms forced her back against the wall again, and he dropped to his knees in front of her. She grabbed a thick tuft of his hair and shivered as he pushed her skirt up. He grabbed the back of one thigh and pulled her leg over his shoulder. Janice’s eyes rolled back when his mouth began rubbing between her legs. His wicked tongue danced around her slippery pussy, and she ached to feel it pierce the inner sanctum.

With a shriek she felt his tongue enter her. With precision he found her clitoris and seemed focused on devouring the juices that flowed from inside her.

Janice’s hand tugged at his hair. Her other hand was braced against the wall to keep her balance. Her eyes glanced skyward, then closed as he sucked and licked her pussy. She felt weak-kneed when the first wave of her orgasm crashed over her. He continued to suck and growl, all the while eating her out like it was his last meal.

Her body felt limp and relaxed. Warmth flowed through her veins and along her inner thigh. He stood and his large frame rested against hers, pushing her against the wall. Her hand instinctively reached down to his crotch and she moaned when she found her prize. He was definitely worth the wait.

She unfastened his pants and undid the zipper, releasing the hulking beast from its captivity. Her hand wrapped around his cock and as they kissed she stroked the length in her hand. She wanted to feel him inside her, swelling and pushing in and out of her needy pussy over and over. It had been so long since she had such desire for a man in her heart. The inner need to feel a man take her was overwhelming.

Her hand held onto her prize, and she led him to the bedroom. She knew what she wanted and knew how she wanted it.

She freed his cock from her grasp and smiled. He was so handsome. Janice pulled at his shirt and took it off of him. Her hands wiped across his broad chest like paintbrushes. She leaned in and kissed his muscles ever so softly. He moaned as her tongue played with his tight nipples.

“Damn, you are so fine,” she said in a low, seductive voice.

Walking to the side of the bed, she slid the straps from her dress off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor, feeling any apprehension drop with it. She knew she wasn’t a supermodel-looking type or someone that made men drool and ogle her. But she was a woman, a strongly sensual woman in need of a man to satisfy this craving she had.

She stood naked and unashamed of what she was doing on this night. A one-night stand was never her way, but she wanted to fuck this man like a whore. To do all the taboo things she’d read about in those trashy S.L. Carpenter books.

Tugging the blankets back, she slid into the bed. Her gaze never left his. Licking her lips, she lay back and slipped her hand between her legs, toying with the opening of her pussy, watching his reaction. Her want, her desire, her passion were all begging to be unleashed.

Janice glanced down at his cock, growing as she played with herself. He stepped back and dug a condom from his pocket.

She stared as he slipped it on. She felt the hot juices trickle along her fingertips. Her appetite was for what he was going to give her, passion, lust and a good, long fuck. Everything was all pent up and in desperate need of being released.

“It’s been a long time for me. I don’t know… I…”

His mouth found her tightly erect nipple and suckled at it. He couldn’t have known how hot it made her. She always loved her little buds toyed with but not pinched and pulled on like they were pimples that needed squeezed.

Was this wrong to have a single night of unbound sex with a stranger? Did this make her a slut? Was it a sign of desperation?

When he took her hand and lowered it to feel his hardened cock she knew.

Oh fuck the doubts
—
I need this!

She tugged at him a little and clawed at his back as he climbed over her and hovered until she felt him pressing against her pussy. With a slow downward thrust he entered her. The inner walls of her pussy adjusted to him, but she wanted more. Her hands grabbed his ass and pulled him to her and she arched up, eager to feel all of him inside her.

With a whimper she wrapped her arms around his back and squeezed tightly. She gasped for a moment as his weight pressed against her.

It was perfect.

Aaron wiped beads of sweat from his brow. He was breathing heavily, and his legs were feeling the strain of plunging himself into her over and over. The slapping sound of their flesh echoed in the room. Her muffled groans of pleasure were his sign of impending climax.

He grimaced as he held back, and the walls of her pussy began to spasm around his cock. He groaned loudly, burying himself as deep as possible within her. Her body lifted from the bed in response to his thrust. He was afraid the condom would burst from the power of the volcano erupting from his loins.

“Damn, I’ve been holding that in. Oh shit, you have no idea… Whew, you’re…fucking incredible.” He pulled himself free and plopped down next to her.

Janice lay limply on the rumpled sheets, the wetness between her legs gleaming in the low light. He thought he saw the sheen of tears in her eyes.

“I know I’m paying you, but it feels so
good
to be desired and wanted like this. It’s been a long time since I, well, since I was properly fucked.” She laughed and blinked away the hint of moisture.

“It’s my pleasure. You shouldn’t have a problem with men. You’re sexy. You seem like a powerful woman. You don’t have buck teeth or armpit hair.” He smiled at her. “Of course, your legs need a good close shave…”

She looked back at Aaron uncertainly. “So now what?”

“That’s up to you. What would you like?”