The Sex Surrogate (20 page)

Up
close, it somehow managed to be just as perfect as I had thought.
Thick, long, smooth.

“Ava...”

“Let
a
woman
enjoy the view for a second,” I said, smiling, and was rewarded
by a long, appreciative laugh.

My
hand reached out, taking his length and stroking down to the base,
pulling him upward toward my mouth.

This
was new.

Not
in the way that I had never given oral sex before, but in the method.
Usually (and I guess it said a lot of the guys I dated), I was
freaking out. So they just... took over. They held the back of my
neck hard and just... slammed their cocks into my throat. No finesse.
No desire to please them. Just being used.

This
wasn't that.

This
was me wanting to taste him. To hear his groans. This was me wanting
to know what he tasted like, just as he wanted to know how I tasted.
This was just as much for my pleasure as it was for his.

And
that made me feel powerful.

And
it was new and exciting.

I
leaned forward, stroking my tongue over the smooth head, his hand
pulling involuntarily at my hair. Encouraged, I closed my mouth
around him, stroking slowly downward, taking my time to get to know
every solid inch of him. I felt my gag reflex object, swallowing
against it, letting it settle, and moving further down. Until I felt
him press up hard against the back of my throat.

“Holy...
fuck
...
Ava...”

I
let my eyes drift upward, finding his and he exhaled his breath
sharply. Watching him, I moved slowly back upward, sucking hard, then
running my tongue over the head again. His mouth parted, cursing
under his breath, watching me so intensely that I knew I was doing a
pretty damn good job. I starting moving up and down, faster, sucking
harder, twisting my mouth around, letting his cock hit my throat at
every downward stroke. My hand slipped away, unneeded, and stroked
gently over his balls.

I
could have done it forever. Despite the neck ache, despite the sore
jaw. I would have happily sucked him into the next year, listening to
his breathing get more and more ragged, watching his eyes close, then
open because he didn't want to miss the show, feeling his hand dig
into my neck, hard enough for there to be marks in the morning. I was
so absorbed in him and his desire that there was nothing else in the
world.

“Ava...”
his voice held a warning. “I'm gonna come, if you don't
want...”

But
I did want.

Oh,
how I wanted.

I
flicked my tongue over the head quickly then took him to the hilt and
he came hard, his body going rigid, his hand grabbing my neck, the
other one slamming down on the top of my head. The taste of his
desire filled my mouth and I swallowed greedily until there was
nothing left. I held him deep for a moment, then moved ever so slowly
back upward, sucking at the tip, then kissing my way back up toward
his neck.

His
hands reached out to stop me from scooting to my favorite spot,
cradling my face and pulling it up. “Ava...”

“I
did good, didn't I?” I asked, a proud smile toying at my lips.

“No,
baby,” he said, shaking his head. “Sweet, sweet girl.
That wasn't good. That was fucking phenomenal,” he said,
stroking my cheeks, running his finger over my lips. Like he couldn't
get enough of touching me.

There
was a swelling in my chest, strong, unmistakable. Even if someone had
ever felt it before, they knew it when it happened. A warmth, a
fullness. Foreign yet somehow familiar. Love. It was love. I was
sooooo in fake love with Dr. Chase Hudson.

But
it didn't feel fake.

And
I wasn't going to ruin it.

So
I moved to lay in the center of his chest, next to the heart I felt
so attached to, my legs on the outer side of his, and just... drifted
into the feeling.

His
arms went tight around me. And we both were just... there. Awake.
Lost in our own thoughts, holding onto one another like it would be
the last time.

Eventually,
I fell asleep.

I
woke up later to Chase's hands swatting my ass. That was my wake-up
call. I started, pushing up off his chest with sleepy eyes. “What?”
I grumbled.

“Nothin',”
he said, looking almost... coy. “I just wanted you to wake up.”

“What
for?”

The
slow growing devilish grin made me wish I hadn't asked.

“I'm
going to taste you again,” he said casually, but the grin
didn't go away.

“Why
do I feel like there's a hitch?”

“This
time you're going to ride my face.”

Oh,
hell no.

No.

That
just didn't even
sound
sexy.

“And
at the same time you're going to suck my cock again.”

Well,
that made it moderately better.

“Chase...”

“You
don't like it, we stop. No questions asked. Let's give it a try,
okay?”

Was
it really even possible to say no to him?

“Okay.”

“Alright,”
he said, scooting down on the bed a little. “Why don't you turn
and straddle me. Get started. I get the feeling you'd be more
comfortable with that.”

“Yeah.”

So
then I swiveled, straddling him facing his feet, letting him guide my
legs back until I was where he wanted me (and trying really, really
hard to not think what he was face to face with. His hands went on my
hips and I quickly leaned down and started to take him in my mouth.
It wasn't long until his hands pressed me down and I felt his tongue
find my clit.

And
any original objections to the position flew away.

I
was shrugging back into my clothes later. A lot later. Sometime after
two AM. Chase was back in his slacks and was in the process of
buttoning his shirt.

“I
need to see you tomorrow.”

“What?”
I asked, sure I misheard him.

“For
the next session. Tomorrow.”

Right.
Session. Because I was a client.

Back
to the real world, Ava.

And
also...

holy

fuck.

The
next session was the sixth session.

The
sixth session was the sex session.

He
was going to be
inside
me.

I
felt my head shaking.

“No?”
he asked, brows drawing together. “Why? What's the matter? Are
you nervous? Because we should talk about it then, babe.”

“No...
I, ah, I have plans to go out with a coworker. Shay,” I added,
not knowing why I needed to make it clear she was female. “She's
been pestering me and I finally agreed.”

“That's
great, baby,” he said, but looked almost... disappointed?
“Okay. Monday night. At seven.”

Monday
at seven. Okay. No need to freak out. Yeah, that was a joke. I was
gonna freak.

After
the Session

Alright.
Went to bed. Tried not to freak out. Woke up, tried again. Showered,
dressed, left the house. Tried again. All day at work, I kept
freaking trying.

And
it didn't work.

It
was going to be the longest weekend of my life.

But,
I reminded myself as I showered and prepared some dinner, I was going
out. I was going to get a distraction that would, hopefully, pull me
out of my anxiety fueled funk. Hell, I was going to drink until I
forgot about if that needed to happen.

“Are
you eating a salad?” Jake asked, crossing his arms over his,
yet again, bare chest.

“Are
you scoffing at me? You're the one always picking at me to eat
better.”

“Yeah,
on a day to day basis, not before a night out.”

“What
the hell difference does it make?”

“Oh,
my poor poor nightlife virgin,” he said, shaking his head,
moving to take my salad bowl and put it in the fridge.

“How
about tell me what you mean without being so condescending?”

“You
need to put something in your stomach for the booze to settle on.
Hamburgers. Fries. Pizza. Something greasy and filling. I know you.
You'll be on your ass after two drinks if you go in on an empty
stomach.”

He
wasn't wrong. I had a twelve year old's tolerance for alcohol. Two
drinks and I was super buzzed. Three and I was on the verge of being
a mess. Four... I was home in bed because I could never get past
four.

“Alright.
How about you order food?” I suggested, shrugging. “Use
my credit card. I am going to go dry my hair. Shay should be here in
like... half an hour.”

When
I walked out of the bathroom, the kitchen counter was full of food.
And I mean full. Like he intended to feed an entire freaking high
school football team instead of two people.

“What
is...” the knock at the door interrupted me and I rushed over
to answer it.

In
rushed Shay, her face bare for the first time since I had known her,
dressed in a loose t-shirt and leggings. She had an enormous makeup
kit in one hand, a yellow food store bag hanging off her wrist, and
four dresses in her other hand.

“Oh,
is that grease?” she asked, pushing in like she had been in my
apartment a hundred times before. “Good thinking. We need some
lining... oh,” she said, spotting Jake. “Well... hello,”
she said in the most overtly flirtatious tone possible.

“Don't
bother,” I said, taking the dresses from her and draping them
across the back of the couch, “he's pretty but he's an
asshole.”

“Oh,
girl, but those are the best kind of men. I'm Shay,” she said,
walking over to him. “Nice adonis belt.”

“You
should see what's below it.”

Oh
my god.

They
were not flirting.

That
was only going to end in violent, awful flames.

“All
talk,” Shay said, smirking.

“You
want a little preview?” he asked, reaching for his waistband.

“Regardless
of what she may want, there will be no nudity in my kitchen,” I
said, shaking my head at them.

“You're
literally being a cock block right now,” Jake complained.

“Don't
worry. Shay will be here for a while. You can flash her when I'm not
looking,” I said, going to the bags of food. “So what did
you get?”

“Everything,”
Jake said, shrugging. “Burgers, fries, mozzarella sticks, onion
rings, fried chicken...”

“I'm
not gonna be able to fit in any of those dresses,” I
complained, reaching for plates.

“Better
a little bloated than passed out on a bar floor,” Jake said and
I silently agreed.

We
ate for a long time, Shay insisting it would be absolutely ridiculous
to show up at a club before ten anyway. Then she dragged me into the
bathroom, laying out makeup and hair products all over the sink
counter, taking out a straightening iron and leaving it to heat up in
the sink. “Not for me, obviously,” she said, gesturing
toward her dreadlocks. “I want to see what your hair looks like
real straight.”

I
dragged a stool from the kitchen and sat down. “Alright, do
what you will,” I told her, closing my eyes slightly.

Apparently,
what Shay “willed” took over an hour and a half of
primping. My hair was straightened, then straightened again, then a
third time just to make sure. My face was dabbed, patted, brushed
with... god knew what. My eyelashes were curled then had endless
coats of mascara applied. Lipstick was put on, blotted, then taken
off to try a different shade.