Semipro (2 page)

Sandra’s mouth dropped,
and she almost slapped him when it penetrated her brain that he thought she was
a prostitute.

He continued, clearly
oblivious to her reaction. “I’ve never done this before. I imagine you hear
that a lot, but in my case, it’s true.” He winked. “I’ve never needed the
services of a pro before. I probably don’t tonight, but I want you.”

She cleared her throat,
not certain how to answer. Her anger had faded to stunned disbelief. A groan
almost escaped, but she stifled it. Mentally reviewing their conversation, it
was no wonder he’d come to that conclusion. Craigslist had a certain reputation
for connecting whores and clients, though she definitely hadn’t posted her
dating ad in that section. She’d even said she normally charged by the hour! It
was on the tip of her tongue to explain just where he’d gone wrong in his
assumptions, but she closed her mouth with a click.

The taboo of the scenario
appealed to her on a deeply sexual level. The thought of having no inhibitions,
of surrendering her normally cerebral existence for one of pure carnality, made
her pulse race. Was there any harm in allowing the fantasy? She didn’t actually
intend to take his money, but surely it wouldn’t hurt to indulge in a night of
sex with him, to their mutual satisfaction.

“You know what? I don’t
care what it costs. I have a feeling you’ll be worth it.”

Sandra touched the tip of
her tongue to the corner of her mouth. “I’m sure you’ll be completely
satisfied.”

Her skin tingled with
anticipation as Jake took out his card to settle his tab. The bartender soon
returned with both their slips. Her hand shook when she signed, making her
penmanship terrible. As a matter of pride, she always deviated from the
stereotypical doctor’s handwriting by writing clearly and legibly. Tonight, she
didn’t care.

When they had both put
away their cards, Jake slid out of his seat, and put his hand on her lower back
as she did the same. On her feet in front of him, Sandra felt more petite than
usual. At five-two, she was more than a foot shorter than he was. Jake towered
over her, but it left her feeling protected and secure, rather than intimidated
or overwhelmed.

“Shall we get a room?” asked
Jake as they exited the lounge.

Sandra nodded, trying to
appear confident. “That sounds like a good idea.” The tightening of her stomach
made her question whether any of this was a good idea, but she ignored the
attack of nerves and accompanied him to the lobby. She lingered behind him as
he booked the room, and they walked to the elevator, hand in hand. When they
stepped onto the car, the metal doors closing behind them, she realized there
was no turning back. A quick search of her conflicting emotions yielded no
pressing desire to change her mind. She wanted this, wanted Jake, and nothing
was going to stand in her way—not even her own annoying voice of reason that
grew ever-quieter as the elevator whisked them to their room.

The room was as elegant
as the rest of the hotel, though she barely noticed the luxurious furnishings,
dark cherry wood and silver-and-mauve color scheme. Instead, her attention
shifted and remained glued to Jake. As soon as the door had clicked shut behind
them, he unbuttoned his jacket and dropped it carelessly across the wingback
chair nearest the door. Her mouth watered with anticipation as she waited for
him to finish undressing.

Apparently, Jake wasn’t
in that kind of rush, because he contented himself with undoing the first
button of the polo shirt he’d worn underneath. Her stomach dipped with
disappointment, even though the idea of just jumping into nakedness was a bit
daunting.

He sat down on the sofa,
patting the cushion beside him. “Come join me, Sandra.”

She laid her purse on the
chair he’d chosen as a coat rack before walking over to him. Licking dry lips,
she sat on the cushion beside him, wondering why she was so nervous. It was her
first one-night stand, but not her first time having sex. She had lived a
somewhat monk-like existence the past few years while establishing her therapy
practice, but had her fair share of experience in college. There had even been
time for an occasional, short-lived relationship over the years. Sex wasn’t a mystery,
so why was she so anxious?

Perhaps it was
knowing
she was about to explore the enigma of Jake Reynolds
that had her nerve endings thrumming and her palms sweating. She blotted them
discreetly on the satin dress.

Jake’s mouth lifted in a
half-grin as he pulled her back against the couch, while angling her closer to
him. “Damned if I don’t feel like a virgin.”

A startled laugh escaped
Sandra. “Me too,” she admitted.

He seemed surprised. “I’d
have thought you’d have more confidence, this being your line of work.”

She shrugged. “Let’s just
say that I’m still a semipro.”

It was his turn to laugh.
The husky sound faded as he moved closer, lowering his head. His mouth was
inches from hers. “You have the most beautiful lips. What’s that lipstick
called?”

“Ripe
Cherry.”

He exhaled raggedly.
“Perfect.”

“What is?” Sandra found
it difficult to drag in a deep breath as his mouth edged closer to hers.
Waiting for his lips to settle on hers was killing her. She curled her hands
into fists against her legs.

“You.”
Finally Jake bridged the distance
still separating them. His lips teased hers with a gentle stroke as he
tentatively tasted her.

Sandra twined a hand in
his thick locks, bringing him closer to deepen the kiss. His mouth curved to
hers as though made by design. Heat sparked where their lips fused, spreading
through her like a wildfire. She parted her lips to welcome his probing tongue.
It swept into her mouth, searching the depths while eliciting shivers that
raced up her spine. Lost in the moment, she had no concept of time or space.
The kiss was unlike any before, burning her to the core.

Her nipples pressed
against the silky lining of her dress, in turn aggravated by the friction with
the material when she shifted to move closer to Jake. Sandra gasped when Jake
grasped her hips to lift her onto his lap. Her thighs straddled
his,
and her breasts pressed against his chest. It relieved
the abrasion from the lining, while the pressure from his body added a new
level of sensitivity, heightening her arousal.

Jake broke the kiss to
slide his mouth down her chin, across her throat, and to the bend at her neck.
He caught the delicate flesh between his teeth, nipping her gently. She moaned,
arching her back. He placed a hand between her shoulder blades, holding her
taut against him. “You taste like ripe cherries, baby,” he said against her
ear. His tongue traced her lobe, making her squirm.
“So
good.”
He drew the lobe between his teeth to graze her. Sandra clutched
his hair with one hair, anchoring herself with the other around his neck.

He breathed into her ear,
making her cry out. Every nerve in her body sang with arousal, stirring her to
a fever pitch. “Yes, please,” she said, encouraging Jake when he undid the zipper
to her waist. The bodice drooped and would have fallen if the straps hadn’t
held it in place. With impatient movements, he slid them down her arms, and she
assisted with the removal.

“Absolutely perfect,”
said Jake, sounding awed, when the bodice was around her waist. He cupped her
breasts in his palms, squeezing lightly. “The perfect amount, the perfect
texture, and the most perfect pink nipples.” He thumbed them as he spoke,
teasing them so that they tightened almost painfully.

“You’re pretty perfect
yourself.” Her voice was husky with passion, sounding unlike her. She framed
his face with her hands, pausing for a long kiss before speaking again. “The
minute I saw you in the lounge, I thought to myself that you were a perfect
specimen.”

His lips twisted.
“Except for a bum knee and no future.”

Sandra kissed him again,
aware of the tension leaving him as she worked her mouth on his, her lips
tracing his. She sucked in his lower lip to nibble on it, and Jake’s body
jerked beneath her. “Perfect,” she said against his lips.

For the moment, he seemed
to have forgotten his woes. Jake lifted her higher, breaking contact with her
mouth, to bring her breasts closer. She closed her eyes, letting her head fall
back when he lowered his head to taste one of her breasts. Exhaling through her
teeth kept her from shouting her pleasure when he licked the contour of her
breast, slowly swirling his tongue around the areola before homing in on her
nipple. When he sucked the bud into his mouth, she couldn’t stifle a whimper.
Nor could she keep her hips from bucking against his stomach. Liquid heat
pooled in her pussy, and her clit pulsed with need as he sucked.

Jake tested the contours
of her breast with maddening thoroughness. His tongue swirled over every inch
before his lips repeated the process prior to returning to her nipple. She
moaned, once again thrusting against him in search of relief. He raked his
teeth across the sensitive bud, and she grasped handfuls of his hair, not sure
if she wanted to end the discomfort by pushing him away, or if she wanted to
pull him closer, to encourage him to bite harder.

He made the decision for
her by slowly, carefully applying more pressure with his teeth. A prick of pain
accompanied the action, but it faded when he soothed the nipple with his
tongue. The swipe of his tongue over the peak made her cry out. In an attempt
to ease the ache, she tightened her thighs around his hips and lifted herself
higher to push her pussy more firmly against his tight stomach.

The material of the dress
chafed her skin, and she shifted restlessly, wanting to feel her naked skin
against his.

Jake cupped her hips.
“What do you want, babe?”

“I want to be naked.”
Sandra licked her lips, still tasting his essence on them. “I want you naked so
I can touch every inch of you.”

He chuckled. “That’s
doable.” As he spoke, Jake leaned forward, hands at the hem of his polo shirt.

Sandra wriggled off his
lap, deliberately rubbing her pussy against his thigh in the process. Liquid
heat pooled between her lips when she stood up to kick off her shoes and push
down the dress. The miniscule black panties and stockings followed, landing
somewhere in the vicinity of where she’d tossed aside the dress.

“You’re beautiful,
Sandra.” Jake shed the rest of his clothes, but his eyes never left her pussy.
“I can’t wait to taste you.”

When he’d disrobed, Jake
leaned back against the couch, palms splayed on the cushions. He didn’t move,
making it clear that she should take the initiative. While she could easily
envision climbing atop him again and sliding her body against his, it took her
a moment to stride forward. She was too taken by the mouthwatering sight of his
erect cock jutting upward, as if challenging her to look away. Long and thick,
it curved slightly, angling the purple head in such a way that she could see it
perfectly. A drop of liquid quivered on the tip before rolling down his cock.

She yearned to intercept
the droplet before it disappeared into his curly, blond pubic hair, but it was gone
even as the thought crystallized.

Finally, Sandra stepped
toward him, kneeling in front of the couch. Jake’s sharp inhalation and the
spasm of his stomach muscles betrayed his assumption that she was going to take
his cock into her mouth. She gave him a wicked grin and primly kissed the tip
before moving lower. She let her hands wander freely over his muscled calves
while alternating kisses across each thigh.

He stiffened when she
reached the injured knee. The surgery incision was healing, but still red.
Carefully, Sandra kissed the wound. Jake relaxed as she moved lower with her
mouth, clearly relieved she had moved on.

The scar didn’t bother
her, but she knew it bothered him. It didn’t take a degree in psychiatry to
know that. Sandra paused, moving her mouth to the knee. He started to stiffen,
and she massaged the calf muscles of that leg. “It doesn’t bother me.”

He snorted. “You’re paid
not to care.”

She blinked, having
almost forgotten the pretense that had brought them here. Clearing her throat,
she said, “You don’t have to pay me for tonight, Jake. Being with you is reward
enough.”

He looked stunned, but
she didn’t wait for his expression to change. Sandra kissed the incision again,
working her way upward with determination. Wanting his thoughts off the injury
called for something that would definitely focus them elsewhere.

She cupped his shaft in
one hand as her mouth neared the head. Sandra shifted slightly, to be more
comfortable, and licked the tip of his cock. Jake jerked in her hand, and she
pumped her palm up and down the length slowly, alternating between squeezing
tightly and holding him loosely.

“Oh yeah,” he said as she
lowered her head.

Sandra detoured from the
expected target to explore his balls. The soft curls posed little deterrent as
she licked, nibbled and sucked him as her hand continued to work the length of
him.