Springer, Jan - The Pleasure Girl [The Desperadoes 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (3 page)

Oh, dear. Here we go
. She held her breath. Tensed.

He appeared in the doorway with a bottle and two glasses in his hand. He wore his jeans and a black T-shirt. He looked good. Broad shoulders. Narrow waist. Lean hips. He was a sex-on-a-stick stud.

His dark gaze latched onto her, and fire screamed through her veins at his potent look. Desire flared in his eyes as he studied her. His intense look screamed sex, and she could feel her body answering with a raw awareness she swore she’d not felt before.

“Shaving gear. Where do you keep it?” he asked.

“In the adjoining bathroom. Second drawer to your left.” She sounded too breathless. Bedroom breathless.

He nodded, ripped his gaze from her, and strolled into the bathroom. Her nervousness mounted as she listened to a drawer opening.

What in the world was the matter with her? Usually she was so cool, calm, and in control with her clients. But with this guy, she was both nervous and giddy with anticipation at the same time.

“Do you have a special man in your life?” The question erupted from the bathroom, rocking her world.

“Excuse me?” she called out, wondering exactly what he meant by that question.

“A boyfriend? Husband? Someone you’re dating?”

“N…no.”

“Good. I prefer a woman who is available.”

Teyla blinked in astonishment. Odd comment coming from a guy who wanted to share her with two other guys. Three guys and her? Oh, lord, she’d better not think about it.

“Do you do this often?” she blurted, instantly regretting asking the question, realizing it was none of her business. But it was the first thing that popped into her mind, and when she was nervous, she did have the tendency to say stupid things.

He appeared at the doorway, shaving utensils and a couple of facecloths laid out on a folded towel in his hand. That damned bottle and two glasses clutched in his other hand.

He was smiling at her. That hot, sexy shadow made him look both dangerous and erotic at the same time. He wore that same crooked smile as when he’d caught her watching him at the window earlier. The smile made the sides of his eyes crinkle, and she noticed tiny laugh lines at the corners of his mouth also. The knowledge that he appeared to be used to laughing made her feel so much better. Safer, too.

“Why do you ask?” he asked. “Are you jealous already?”

His sense of humor was a definite asset.

“Maybe,” she teased, feeling some of the tension ease out of her shoulders.

He strolled to her dresser with the mirror and placed the glasses and the bottle, which she noted as whiskey, and the utensils and towel down beside her pitcher.

“Before we begin, I want you to shave me,” he said softly as he prepared the items, laying them out on the dresser.

When he finished, he looked at her, and his intense gaze made her catch her breath. She didn’t want him to lose that erotic-looking five o’clock shadow. It made him look so sexy and dangerous. The look excited her. But he was paying her. If he wanted a shave, so be it.

She made a move to stand, but he ordered her to remain sitting as he whipped up the lather. When it was a frothy cream, he turned to her, and to her surprise, his hand fell to the stud on his jeans.

Nervousness fluttered through her again. Gosh, she thought, she would have a few minutes more before they had sex. Or did he want her to shave him while they were having sex? Lordy, now that would be interesting.

“I…I thought you wanted a shave?”

Her eyes latched onto his fingers as he unzipped.

“I do.”

She swallowed as he lowered his jeans. His package pressed boldly against his white briefs. Definitely big. Very big. Oh boy.
Oh boy. Dr. Liz, girl, what have you gotten me into?

“I want you to shave me down here,” he said and stroked the outline of his big erection.

Her eyes widened at his words.

Down there? Oh my God.

“I’ll pass you the items. I want you to just sit right where you are.” His voice had gone deeper, hoarser. His eyes darker. They glistened with fire. His body scent, strong and dominant, whispered along her nerve endings, making her very aware of her sexuality. Very aware of him.

“Pull down my underwear. So we can get started.”

Both their breaths shot through the silent air like rockets, and her fingers trembled as she did as he asked. His flesh felt scorching hot to her touch as she slipped her fingers beneath the waistband of his briefs. Tugging, she inhaled sharply as his giant, purple-flushed cock sprang free. He was already rigid, very long, and so damned thick that her pussy creamed at the intoxicating sight. As she pulled his briefs lower, his sack, swollen and huge, appeared.

Oh, yeah, definitely a big guy. Now she fully understood Liz’s letter.

She slid the briefs lower over his thighs and knees, and she let them drop to the floor where he stepped out of them, moving closer to her. She realized her cheeks had grown warm.
She
had grown warm.

Down there,
he’d said. He wanted to be shaved around his cock and balls. She’d never done that to a man. Not one of her clients had ever asked. It had never occurred to her to do something like that. Should she voice her inexperience? No, she needed to appear professional. Professionals knew what they were doing, and they followed their client’s instructions. Especially if she wanted him to come back, and baby, with his generous size, she wanted him to come back.

She accepted the prepared brush from him. He inhaled as she slapped the lather along his hairy parts. She noticed his gut clench as she feathered her fingers around his cock, lifting the heavy shaft to lather the fine hairs beneath. She held onto his solid flesh longer than necessary, enjoying the way he throbbed against her palm.

Next, he handed her a throwaway razor. That item didn’t belong to her, so he must have brought it. Throwaway razors were another thing that were a luxury for her, so she tended to reuse the ones she had until they were totally dull before tossing them away.

Taking a deep, steadying breath, she set about doing the intimate chore. His pubic hair felt fluffy and fine, a total opposite of her late husband’s, which had been wiry and coarse. Anxiety almost overwhelmed her as she began to shave him, and she found herself scrambling for something to say. But what did one say while shaving a man in such an intimate area on his body?

“Have you done this before?” he asked, his voice sounding strangled, as if he were maybe afraid? Well, maybe he should have asked before she’d gotten started.

“It’s a little late to be asking that question, isn’t it?” She couldn’t help but laugh.

“I hope not,” he retorted, amusement lacing his voice. There was that humor again. She smiled and lifted her gaze from his magnificent size to peer up at his face. She shouldn’t have looked up because his eyes were so dark with desire she could barely stand the spear of need bursting inside her lower belly.

The tips of his luscious lips tilted upward again and his smile zeroed in on her like a heat-seeking missile. Suddenly she just wanted to be swept away into his strong arms. To be held. To be taken by him.

Oh, boy. He was a client, for God’s sake! Becoming emotionally involved, even thinking emotional things was taboo! Men looked at her like an object. Nothing more. She shouldn’t want to have Logan holding her and making love to her.
This is just sex, remember that, Teyla.

She continued with the shave, going slowly and carefully and keeping her mouth shut. Thankfully, he said no more, and when she finished, she wiped him with the wet face cloth he handed her. A couple of rinses later, he was as clean as a newborn.

“I assume you wish to supply the condoms?” he asked after he returned the shaving items to the nearby dresser. She nodded and pointed to the night table beside the bed.

“In there. Pick your size.” He slid the drawer open and skimmed the several boxes with his fingertips. Obviously, he knew the drill with pleasure girls. Most preferred to supply the condoms. She was one of them.

Condoms were expensive, just like everything else these days, but well worth the expense to ensure her condoms were fresh and hadn’t been tampered with or inadvertently damaged. Men tended to keep them folded in wallets or in areas where tiny holes were inadvertently poked into the protection. The last thing she needed was a sexually transmitted disease or a baby without a dad.

He lifted out a box of condoms, opened it, but didn’t take any out.

“Before we begin, let’s get a little more acquainted. You’ve touched me and seen some of me. Now it’s my turn. Let your breasts free.”

To her surprise, she creamed at his instruction. She liked the expectant look on his face, and for some odd reason, he didn’t make her feel like she was dirty as most of her clients did. He didn’t make her feel like an object. He just made her feel kind of sexy and shy.

Her fingers trembled as she reached for the small, delicate buttons on the negligee. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he watched.

She’d undressed in front of her clients many times. Had felt embarrassed as the men eyed her as though she were a succulent piece of meat. It was the opposite with this guy.

She was ogling him. And she liked what she saw. Liked the sweet shivers of anticipation rolling through her as he watched her unbutton the top. His breath was the only sound she heard, aside, of course, from the pounding of her heart.

She swallowed and opened the sides of her top, tugging the material further apart, allowing her breasts to spill free. He said nothing, but his facial features told the story. Appreciation glazed his eyes. His nostrils flared like a bull’s, and as she dropped her gaze from his face, she was greeted to a most magnificent sight.

His cock, which had already been sticking straight out, was now rising proudly toward his abdomen. Such a glorious size.

She hadn’t realized she’d been so mesmerized by staring at his cock until he whispered in a hoarse voice, “Nice. Very nice.”

A savage look of lust zipped across his face, and she whimpered a deep guttural sound as he dropped to his knees in front of her. He maneuvered closer to her legs, his hands dropping like heat waves on her knees. He parted her knees and he moved in closer. Positioning his hands on top of hers on each side of the bed, he held them captive, his fingers intertwining with hers as his head dipped toward her right breast.

Sweet mercy, she couldn’t believe this was happening so fast. He opened his mouth, and she cried with surprise at how tightly he sucked her nipple between his firm lips. A waterfall of magic swept through her. That was the only way she could describe the cascade of shimmering sensations washing over her as he sucked on her nipple. This felt amazing. Incredible.

Heat and pressure kissed her flesh, and when he suddenly let go of her nipple with a loud pop, she cried out her disappointment and caught the pleasure twisting his face before he latched onto her other one.

“Oh, God,” she hissed.

More of those incredible sensations shimmered through her as his strong teeth held her tender nipple hostage, and his tongue lashed her flesh with quick, sharp darts that had her creaming harder.

Usually, she didn’t like to touch the client. Usually, she let him do what he needed to do, so she could get rid of him quickly. She’d just lay back and let her mind wander to other places, but this man wouldn’t let her mind wander and he wouldn’t let her body wander, either.

Damn him, he held her full attention as he sucked her nipple slowly, leisurely pulling her out of herself. She arched against him, losing control in the glorious sensations. She sucked in a shocked breath as his hot hands let go of hers, and he slid his calloused palms under her breasts. He cupped her, held her so tenderly that the gesture wrenched a sob from her. No man had held her so affectionately. Not even her late husband.