Need You Now (4 page)

With a deep moan her eyes closed tightly and her hands gripped the blankets. Her back arched upward, her pelvis lifted toward Aaron’s mouth as he slowly licked along the opening of her hot pussy. Her spine bowed as if beckoning a touch to her breasts. He continued the slow, steady, deep movements against her engorged flesh.

Janice was rapidly approaching heaven.

It was satisfyingly rhythmic, the way he licked up then down, applying just enough pressure with his lips and tongue to cause the blood to rush between her legs. She felt her heart beating hard and the heat within her rise. His constant purring hum vibrated through her aching soul.

No man had ever taken this much time and care with her. It was either hurriedly done or not done at all because it was awkward and the guy didn’t really do anything for her. But this was blissful. Electric shocks of pleasure crackled up her spine through her body.

Her eyes felt as if they rolled back into her head as his mouth focused on her engorged clit. There was no haste, no rush, just a consistent pressure of his lips meshing with her labia. Her toes curled and her legs tightened, but she kept them spread wide to let him continue the extreme pleasure he was giving her.

His hand reached up, and he grasped her breast and massaged it. He wasn’t rough or forceful. His touch merely heightened the mind-numbing ecstasy she was getting as he kept licking deep and steadily between her thighs.

She began to pant and grasp at the blankets. Her moaning was short and harsh. “Oh fuck, oh, oh…”

Her body began to convulse and shake as the waves of ecstasy crashed over her. She rode them out, sighing as they abated and left her drained. “Oh my God. Where did you learn to do that?”

“It’s Persian.”

“I have a Persian rug in my living room.”

“No, my Persian cat.”

“Your what?”

“Princess. My cat.”

She tried to puzzle out the image of Aaron and a cat. “Your cat taught you that?”

“Think about it. All cats do is sit around and lick themselves. One day I was sitting on the couch and I watched her. I figured I’d learn about eating pussy from an expert.”

Janice rolled her eyes. “That is just wrong on so many levels. Now every time I have someone do that to me, I’m going to want to meow.”

“That’s nothing. You want to hear how I learned about anal sex?”

Images of Rottweilers and pit bulls crossed her mind. “I think I’ll pass.”

Aaron had left when she took her morning shower, leaving a rose and a nice note on her pillow. Since she was in such a great mood, Janice decided to go for a walk. The air was fresh and warm, the sky was clear and it was fun to put on a pretty blue dress and put a little extra sway into her steps.

A few men did double takes as she walked by. Her ego was at a new high, and she was relaxed and refreshed. Nothing like a great fuck to ease the tensions in life.

She walked into a few shops and looked around at the What Happens In Tahoe shirts everywhere and other money-wasting gifts and trinkets, but nothing caught her eye. She saw a stuffed beaver in one shop and thought of Aaron, but wasn’t sure if she’d see him anywhere.

In a way she understood. He was an escort, and she was just a client. But they had a connection. She smiled thinking of how often they connected, and in how many positions. She forgot how being a cheerleader made you limber in certain areas of your body.

Was paying for sex a bad thing? She debated whether it cheapened the experience.
Fuck no.
In the grand scheme it was like they had dated for a few months and she had to pay for dinners and movies and numerous make-out sessions. And she didn’t have to give him a blowjob so he’d stop begging for sex.

This was for
her
. Aaron was attractive, very attractive, and maybe out of her league, but he liked her. Not just because she paid for him to. He’d stayed. That had to mean something.

Janice really didn’t want to read more into the experience than what was there. She had to admit having sex that intense had changed her a little. She was becoming attached to how good it made her feel. She missed that feeling, and the warmth spreading through her veins made her smile.

But this was reality, and in a few days she’d have to go back to her real life and real job. For now, she might as well gamble a little more. Maybe she could try a few slot machines or the roulette wheel. The money she’d banked last night covered the cost of the trip, so why not?

With that thought in mind, she walked on toward the casinos, enjoying the sunlight of a perfect day.

Chapter Five

A woman talked on the phone, her dark hair dappled with gray but perfectly arranged. She was all business, it seemed, surrounded by orderly and expensive things. Her eyes stared into space, although a frown indicated some irritation. Aaron watched her from the door.

At first glance he could have mistaken her for an interior designer or a stockbroker. Maybe even a lawyer, given her coldly professional demeanor. But he knew better.

She nodded as Aaron walked into the spacious office area and motioned him to the bar as she continued her conversation.

Very much at home, he walked over and grabbed some vodka and dry vermouth bottles, putting measured amounts in a shaker and mixing them together. With the ease of an experienced bartender, he poured the concoction into a pristine crystal glass he pulled from below the bar, plopped three olives into the drink and grabbed a white cloth napkin.

He walked over to the woman and handed her the vodka martini. She winked at him in appreciation. She didn’t look happy with the phone call but sipped the drink with obvious pleasure.

Finally, she disconnected her call and turned to him. “Aaron, you need to go to the Islands Hotel tonight. Benny’s sick, and the woman already paid in advance.”

He frowned. “Mother, I hate going down there. I started there, but I don’t really have any fond memories of that hotel or the clients.”

She sighed and gazed at him steadily. “It’s your job Aaron. She prepaid. Everything is set. You know I hate ordering you to do anything, but if I have to, I will. I can’t turn it down, and you have no clients tonight.”

He hesitated but knew she was right. “Yes, Mother.” There was something bothering him, and he knew he needed to talk to her about it. “After I’m done we need to talk. Can I meet you at the bar later?”

“Sure. I’ll make some time for you. You’re doing me a favor with this, so we can talk all you need after your appointment at the Islands.”

“Hey, I’m paying for it, so you do what I say.”

Aaron closed his eyes. He needed to be back in the mindset that this was a job.
Just do it and move on.
He positioned himself behind the woman and took a deep breath. He didn’t know her name nor did he care to. She was just a client and had paid to have him meet her in this shit-bag hotel for some dirty sex. He still had her scent on his face from eating her out while he used a vibrator to get her off.

Grabbing her hair, he yanked hard and plunged his hardened cock into her ass. She screamed with delight as their flesh met with a slap. The only lubricant came from her saliva after she’d spit on his cock and rubbed her hand over him to make it wet.

“You like that, bitch? Do ya? Were you saving your hot ass for someone?” Aaron’s voice was coarse and hard. He kept pulling back on the woman’s hair like they were reins on a horse as he hammered into her. The force of his thrusts rocked her body, causing the bed to shake and rattle.

“Yeah, treat me like a whore, Daddy. Fuck me like a dirty whore.”

Aaron reached his other hand under her and grabbed the metal ring that pierced her erect nipple. He let go of her hair and with a loud slap on her bare ass, she moaned. He sunk his cock into her again and bared his teeth. This was brutal sex. There was nothing between them but the carnal lust of two strangers.

He switched his attention on her breasts from side to side, pulling the nipple rings that dangled from them. It seemed to excite her as he would tug on them and grope her skin at the same time.

“Oh baby, fuck that ass hard, you’re gonna make me come. Harder, harder…”

Aaron grabbed her hips and widened his stance behind her. The sweat glistened on her back as he looked down over the tattooed flesh. Her ass shook with each invading thrust into her. He groaned as he felt her fingers between her legs. She was playing the vibrator against her pussy and her long acrylic fingernails were grazing his balls.

“Fuck yes, ohh yes. Just like that… Oh shit I’m gonna, I’m gonna…”

With a brutal slam into her ass he felt the woman’s body shudder violently and her voice choked as she tried to catch her breath. “Oh fuck, pull it out, pull it…”

Aaron leaned back and slid free. He was still hard but exhausted. For a moment they were both silent, the quiet before the storm.

“Okay… I’m done with you. You better get out before my boyfriend gets here.” She fell face first onto the bed and rolled over.

Aaron felt used, but it was part of the job. She lay there naked watching him dress with blank uncaring eyes, nonchalant.

“It was nice meeting you.” He stood for a second, waiting for a reply, then—when none came—shrugged his shoulders and left.

Janice had shocked the hell out of herself with another winning streak and was up another few thousand dollars after hitting two big slot machine payouts. There had to be some kind of gambling fairy looking over her shoulder, since this kind of money would take care of some of her pressing bills, in addition to her vacation. Excited and thrilled, but tired after walking all day and gambling most of the evening, she headed for the bar—exactly where she’d met Aaron the night before. Her emotions were mixed. She wanted to see him again but was afraid if she did he’d be working.

It hurt when she looked around and there he was—sitting with a woman. They were close, and he leaned in to talk to her. She knew she had no right to feel anything. This was his job.

“Can I get a cosmopolitan?” she asked the bartender and took a stool at the bar. Her eyes kept glancing over Aaron’s way, but she didn’t want to get caught staring. She saw him turning toward her and quickly looked away as a voice spoke next to her.

“Hey, sweetheart, can I get you a drink?”

She saw a young, handsome man smiling at her. He had a couple of friends with him, and they all were hanging out at the bar and talking. “I just ordered one.”

“Let me get that for you. Me and my friends just won at the poker tables, and we’re celebrating.” He smiled again, leaned in close to the bar and started chatting.

Aaron had noticed Janice as soon as she’d come in to the bar. He’d kept talking to Mother even while he watched her smiling and talking to a young man. His senses went on alert when he noticed something odd about the way the men around her were behaving. They were young and maybe a little drunk, but they also seemed edgy.

Aaron couldn’t help but watch. The three guys at the bar were like dogs in heat and she was the only bitch around. He listened while Mother talked to him, but he looked past her and focused on how many drinks Janice was downing.

The younger guys seemed to be trying to get her drunk. The bigger guy to her left kept nudging and resting his hand on her shoulder and down her back. Most times he never bothered to watch how other men acted around the women. But there was a certain aggressiveness to these three guys Aaron didn’t like.

He watched as Janice shook her head no to another drink then he frowned as another one appeared, and the guy next to her tipped it back a little to make her drink more.

Don’t get involved.
He silently told himself to stay out of her business.

She almost fell off her stool and dropped her purse. She leaned over to get it and swayed, clearly feeling the liquor. The guys were all making like they were fucking her from behind as she bent over. The bigger guy held her waist and helped her up. She leaned back into him and Aaron saw him trying to guide her out of the bar. She turned as if hesitating but the guys closed in on her, trying to get her out the door.

“Excuse me, Mother. I have to go help a client.” Aaron broke off his conversation, took a deep breath and got up.

Walking to where Janice was swaying, he spoke to her. “Hey, Janice, leaving so soon?”

“My head’s swimming… I’m really…” Her eyes seemed to roll in her head as she spoke.

“Piss off, fuck-stick, she’s leaving with us.” The young, burly guy glared at Aaron standing in their way.

“I don’t think so. Janice, why don’t you come over to…”

Moving up into his face, the guy puffed up. “What? You hard of hearing, pretty boy? I said she’s leaving with us.” The other two had Janice’s arms, holding her up.

“Hey, guys, just leave and let the lady stay here.”

With a smirk, the bigger guy figured he had the odds in his favor, three guys against one.

Then behind him echoed a deep voice. “Is there a problem here, Aaron?”

The mouthy jerk turned to see three hundred and fifty-odd pounds of muscle standing right behind him. And not looking happy.

“No, Leslie, no problem. These guys were just leaving.” Aaron grinned.

Swallowing, the three guys backed away and out of the bar in a hurry. Janice fell against Leslie and wobbled. Her eyes looked up his massive frame and when he reached around to hold her up, they closed.

Leslie caught her as she passed out cold.

She awoke to a loud thumping sound. She tried to open her eyes, but it hurt to even move. The thumping was her heart pumping blood to her painfully confused brain. Her head pounded with every beat of her heart.

“Oh fuck…this is horrible.” She squinted enough to see she was in her bedroom. Doing a quick check, she noticed she wasn’t wearing anything except a T-shirt. Her body was fine and nothing felt violated. The room appeared exactly as she had left it so nothing was stolen. “Oh my God, what did I do?”

She had a blurry memory of the three guys at the bar and a very large bear.

The only thing she knew for sure was she had to pee right away. Her bladder was filled like a water balloon and ready to burst.