The Job (Volume One) (5 page)

I never thought after the evening we’ve spent together that Brian would actually ask me to stay and spend the night with him. Frankly, I thought he was going to be a complete creep and I would be running from his house within the first twenty minutes I was there. My heart slams against my chest and I can feel my breathing quicken. Little did I know it, but I had completely broken out in a sweat while trying to keep my cool. Only me, I want to laugh to myself.

“Yes, Brian. I’d like that.” The words come effortlessly and I am shocked by it. In the back of my mind, had I been paid for the evening or not, his bedroom is exactly where I would want the night to end.

“How about two thousand dollars in cash? Condoms are a must and you stay until after I feed you breakfast. Sound like a deal?” When he says two thousand dollars, I am pretty sure I almost faint. I shouldn’t want to stay and do this, but he isn’t just some random man at this point. He is a gentleman. Brian is someone I can see staying in my life for the long term.

“Okay,” I whisper with uncertainty. My already erratic heartbeat doubles and I am unsure I will be able to actually go through with this.

“I’m just as nervous as you, Madeline. I’ve never done this. Heck, I haven’t been with anyone since my wife, and gosh it’s been years…” His admission makes me look at him in a different manner. My eyebrows furrowing must give me away because he begins to reassure me before I can even get a word in. “You are different. You make me want you in a way I’ve never wanted any of those other women. Ever.” His hand reaches up and brushes a lose strand of hair away from my face. His touch is soft and tender, like Drew’s once was. The romance is clear and the sexual tension in the room is palpable. I don’t feel cheap or ashamed anymore. Truth be told, everything about Brian makes me feel like a single woman on another date.

His fingers lace with mine and he guides me in the direction of the stairs.

“May I kiss you?” Brian asks as he unbuckles his belt and hangs it over a gorgeous accent chair in the corner of the room. My eyes watch every move he makes, following his fingers as they unbutton each button on his shirt. I just nod. With my permission, he stalks across the room quickly. His long legs only require a mere three strides until he is standing in front of me. Looking down, he pauses and smiles. His soft fingertips glide over my plump lips before his hand cups my cheek and he makes his way in for the kiss. I melt against his touch and kiss him back. Our lips give way, parting to allow our tongues to dance in a battle for control. Fueled by the passion of feeling wanted, I allow my hands to roam over his well-sculpted chest. I can feel every mouthwatering muscle through the thin fabric still covering his body. My hands move upward and fist through his salt and pepper colored hair. Something about it turns me on like crazy. My actions become increasingly desperate. I want him. I want him like crazy.

Breaking our kiss, Brian steps back and looks me in the eye. We are silent for a minute, just staring at each other and taking this all in. I can tell he is just as wrapped up in this. He has that look in his eyes, the same one I am sure I have. That feeling that courses through your body when you know that the person you are with is someone
special.

“This isn’t just about money, Madeline. You…” he stops before saying whatever it is that is running through his mind. I’m curious and grateful at the same time because I’m unsure if I could deal with much more tonight. Not like this. It all has been so much for a single date.

I press my finger to his lips and silence him with a
shh
. “Just be with me. Just the two of us. Nothing else.” I don’t know where the courage of my words comes from, but I am sure it has something to do with the aching between my legs. The desperation for the pleasure I haven’t had in such a long time.

Brian nods and dips his head down to kiss me once again. This time he is more desperate. Like he needs me, he needs this. Whatever this is all about to become. I throw all my caution to the wind and just give in. Fully this time. Leaving my thoughts behind and ignoring that nagging little voice in the back of my head insisting I am doing something wrong. How could something that feels so damn right be wrong on so many levels?

Our bodies begin to move and my legs press against the massive bed in the center of the room. I sit on the edge and Brian kneels down in front of me. Gone are my shoes, from the walk on the beach but that doesn’t stop him from paying extra attention to my feet. Kissing his way up my legs, he barely misses a single inch of skin.

So this is what it feels like to really be pleasured?
I think to myself, wondering how many men out there really love to cherish every inch of a woman. Drew certainly didn’t and none of the high school and college boys before him either. It was all about how quick they could stick their dick in me and pound away before I had the chance to even think about getting off. But, this is unlike anything ever before.

With each inch, I can feel my body reacting to his touch, getting wetter and wetter with each and every kiss. I close my eyes and just feel. I lie back on the bed and lavish in his attentiveness until I feel him begin to tug on the thin lace panties I put on earlier in the evening. Never did I anticipate him seeing them. I’m almost glad he is the one getting the chance instead of Drew since I originally bought them to wear for him the night I found out about
her.
Kind of funny how things come so full circle.

I take in a deep breath as he pulls them down, exposing my pussy for him to see. I can hear a small growl escape from his lips. I smile to myself, but remain quiet, wondering if I should ask him if there is something down there that he likes. I feel sexy for once, so I seize the opportunity to really give him a good time. After all, he is paying for it.

“Something you like?” I ask him, peering up to see him on his knees with my dress bunched under his chin.

“Shaved… something about a clean shaved woman does something to me…” He trails off and begins to kiss every inch around, but never once touching it. My body is in overdrive and if I was alone, there is no doubt that I would be fingering myself by now. I just can’t take the wait anymore!

My hands fist the sheets and I let out a quiet moan.

“Is there something you would like, Madeline?” Brian asks while looking up at me again. This time he is wearing a mischievous little smirk. He is playful and I freaking love it.

“I… I… want…” I can’t get the words out. Every sentence I try and form, but he touches me and I lose all my train of thought.

“I guess not. I’ll just do what I want, but this dress is getting in my way so it’s going to have to go.” Without effort, he lifts me from the bed and stands me up once again. My legs feel like complete jello and my body sways. I feel drunk, but there is no way that is possible from a single glass of wine.

Quickly he pulls the dress over my head without any problem, and now I am left there in nothing but a bra. The same lace bra that matches my fancy panties.

“This needs to go too…” Brian mumbles while unclasping the bra and kissing along my collarbone. I melt against his body, leaning on him to keep from falling over. I can feel his erection pressing against my stomach and the only thing I want to do is rub it before dropping to the floor and taking it in my mouth. These thoughts and ideas aren’t like me, but then again, I’m unsure if I really know who I truly am anymore. I’m a stranger stuck in the only body I’ve ever known. Maybe this is all part of discovering who I am.

The bra falls to the dark wood floor, the sound echoing through the oversized bedroom. Brian’s hands continue to explore every inch of my body in the most gentle manner. Inch-by-inch, his fingers trace over my warming skin, goosebumps covering the areas he’s explored. The tips of his fingers brush against my pert nipples and a shiver runs through my body.

“These…” After eyeing my breasts, Brian whispers in my ear, his hot breath sending another chill through my body, “are perfect.” His mouth explores my earlobe down, only coming to a stop once he has a nipple in between his perfect teeth. My knees are weakening and I’m not sure how much longer I’ll be able to stay on my feet without falling over.

“I…I…”
I’m a stuttering idiot now,
I think to myself, unable to get a complete sentence out with him touching me like this. “I have to lie back on the bed,” I finally manage to get out. Still fully dressed, with only a couple buttons undone on his shirt, Brian takes a couple steps back and watches me as I take the spot I’d been occupying on the bed once again.

“You look perfect right there. Like you belong in my bed, Madeline.” His words scare me because I feel at home here and it is the damnedest thing. I don’t belong here. This isn’t my home, and this man isn’t someone I know at all. He is a man paying me for my time. I have to keep reminding myself of this. I can’t get swept up into this bullshit romance movie nonsense. Because this is exactly what it seems like. This stuff doesn’t happen in real life, not to people like me anyway.

“I think you’re overdressed.”

A smile replaces the serious look that masked his face, his mood turning somewhat playful. He is damn sexy and I don’t want to wait any longer for him. I’m sick of waiting on men. I’ve been doing it for years.

His fingers unbutton his shirt the rest of the way and he lets it fall to the floor covering my lace bra he tossed minutes earlier. He begins to unbutton his pants, still leaving them on while he joins me on the edge of the bed.

“How are you feeling?” he asks me, pushing my messy hair behind my ear once again. I’m not sure how I should answer his question, so I just come out with the simplest answer I can find.

“I’m fine, Brian. I’m ready for you,” hoping my reassurance is what he needs to continue what we are doing. “And you?”

“I’m so wrapped up in you. In this.” He leans over my body and begins to kiss me. But this time his touch isn’t sweet or kind. He is rough and filled with animalistic hunger. His fingers fist my hair roughly as his tongue explores every inch of my mouth. I’ve never had someone be so rough with me, but something inside me likes it. I love the newness of it all. I love the hint of pain with a whole lot of pleasure. My body responds to his touch in a way that can only be described as desperate desire.

“You like that?” he asks when his mouth breaks free from mine. “You like it when I’m rough with you?” I moan in reply to his question and his mood takes a drastic turn. Gone is the polite gentleman who has courted me all evening, replaced with a hungry man looking for one thing, and one think only. A fuck.

“I promise I won’t hurt you,” he whispers in my ear as his arms wrap around my body and toss me further onto the bed. My strength is no match for his. He can toss me like I am nothing more than a doll. I shouldn’t be afraid of him, but the rational part of me continues to say I got myself into a shitty situation that I should have avoided from the get go.
Bad idea, Maddie. Bad bad fucking idea!

As I lay with my head on the pillows, I watch Brian’s every move. He begins to slide his pants down, leaving him in nothing more than boxers, the clear outline of his dick pressing against the plaid fabric. It takes me a minute to realize I am staring at him, actually gawking would be a much better word for what I am doing.

“Ya know, my eyes are up here,” he laughs before the serious look on his face is back. Brian’s hand reaches into his boxers slowly stroking the growing erection. All I can do is watch him, and I am also pretty sure I am the world’s worst prostitute. I’m like a deer in headlights when faced with him in this situation and I am unsure how I ever thought any of this would be something I could do.

I find myself blushing, even though I shouldn’t be. This is what I started and this is what I agreed to. If I left now, I know I would never be able to forgive myself for it.

“Oh, I know… I’m just… admiring,” I say quietly, trying to boost my own bravado. His hand slides in the top of his boxers, and he slowly starts to stroke his erection. I only watch, but never break the eye contact he initiated. Minutes pass by before he finally breaks the silence lingering in the room.

“I’m gonna lick you, then I’m gonna fuck you. Hard. After that I’m going to give you a full body massage and then make love to you nice and slow. Okay?” I nod and break our eye contact to watch him stroke his cock. I’ve never watched a man masturbate or even pleasure himself at all. You would think all the years I was married, I would have caught Drew a time or two, but I never did. Not once. I’m fascinated.

Pushing his boxers down to join his pants, his dick springs free and I’m surprised at the length. Yeah, Drew had a pretty thick dick but I’ve only ever seen something like this in porn. I laugh to myself internally thinking I’ve hit the hooker lottery. I only hope he actually knows how to really use it. I’m so lost in my thoughts, I don’t notice him making his way up the bed until his hands are touching me again. He parts my legs and begins to kiss up and down my thighs, teasing me all over again. The anticipation of knowing what he is about to do is killing me.