Relinquish(34)

He smirks, walking toward me, his stride confident as he tears his tie completely off and throws it on the bed. The breath races from my lungs. Shit, this is happening. This is really happening. I’m about to have sex for money. It’s different than before; it’s on purpose this time. There’s no sugar-coating my devious acts. He wants me for one thing and one thing only: sex.

“Are you supposed to ask me that?” he questions, his voice taking on a deep tone.

“Ask you what?”

“Why I’m here,” he repeats, little wrinkles forming on his forehead.

I shake my head, my hands fidgeting with each other. “Probably not.” I laugh nervously.

“I like that. I like that you talk to me like a normal person. That you don’t tell me what I want to hear.” He tucks his hand behind my head, tilting my head upward, and looks me up and down hungrily. My fingers and toes tingle, and my lips part.

“I’m here because my fiancée took the notion of me asking her to marry me to the point we shouldn’t have sex until our wedding night. I’m going on a four-month dry spell, and have eight more months to go,” he explains, his tone dry. His jaw clenches as he surveys me like a piece of meat, and I like it. My body responds to the way he eyes me like I’m the only one he sees, like I’m the subject of sex.

“You’ll never make it eight months,” I whisper, my voice laced with lust. My body warms, surfing with the craving to release its tension of the night. “So, what can I do for you, Mr. Smith?” I ask, running my tongue along my bottom lip, enticing him.

He runs his thumb over my lip, soaking up the trail of wetness my tongue left behind, and leans in to kiss me — but I dodge him. My eyes widen at my sudden reaction, but there’s something about being kissed that makes my current haze of desire dissipate. My mind races to Landon and the way my body came alive when he kissed me. I didn’t realize how alone in life I had truly been until he kissed me that night. It doesn’t matter, though. Whatever I felt from that kiss, Landon apparently felt none of it. I need to protect myself.

I arch my body, loll my head back, and push Smith’s head into the crook of my neck. He takes to me quickly with kisses along my skin, the fire of want surfacing between my thighs slowly. My skin burns with the admiration Smith’s hands have for my body.

A growl escapes his throat as he pulls back eagerly, tearing his suit jacket off. I fist him by his white dress shirt and throw him on the bed roughly, just as excited. He lands with a bounce, a smirk across his face.

“Fuck yes,” he breathes heavily, unbuttoning his pants. My blood rushes through my veins so fast I go deaf; the only thing I can hear is my rampant heartbeat. I straddle his legs, pressing my knees on each side of his hips as my dress crawls up my thighs, revealing I’m not wearing any panties.

I push on his chest, laying him down on his back fully before I unzip his pants and shove my hand down his boxers, pulling his dick free. It’s not as thick as Landon’s, and it’s not as long, either. I close my eyes and shake my head, trying to shake anything Landon from my mind.

“Anytime you get turned on, any partner you have sex with in the future…you’ll always think of me.”

Landon’s voice haunts me, causing me to grit my teeth and close my eyes.

Stop thinking of Landon.

He’s not the man I thought he was. He wasn’t a savior. He used me, taught me that every man is the same. Chasen, Landon, this guy Smith. All for sex. Well, it’s my time to use them back. In doing so, I’m going to ride Smith’s cock so hard Landon is a tumbleweed in my mind’s eye. I’m determined to get Landon out my mind and forget him.

“This what you want, sexy?” I open my eyes and stare at him seductively, my voice heavy with lust.

“Yes, f*ck yes,” he grits, sitting up on his elbows.

I pump Smith’s cock, getting him ready, and his mouth falls open with pleasure. The power I have over this man is a poison to my soul. I have the control. I am what they want. I hold the power between my legs.

“You like that?” I tease, looking at his state of bliss. He doesn’t answer, just nods.

“After a long day at work, you need attention,” I coo. My heart palpates with how quickly I’m taking to the role of a prostitute. Maybe this is what I was born to do. Seduce men, be worshipped by the opposite sex. Romance and love at first sight isn’t real. It’s not practical and it’s not what pays the bills. Bills. Shit, this guy hasn’t paid yet.

“Yes, I do,” he mumbles, thrusting his hips up.

“So, before I go further, you know the price?” I stop touching his hard length, waiting for him to pay. The last thing I need is for this guy not to pay and I get on Mick’s bad side.

“Yes. Yeah, I do,” he answers frantically. He pushes his hips upward, lifting us, and pulls his wallet from his back pocket. Taking out four hundred dollars, he throws it on the mattress beside us.

“Don’t stop. Don’t tease me,” he whispers, his eyes begging me to continue. I smile sweetly and lean over him, grabbing a condom from the wicker basket that sits on the nightstand. I bite my lip, tear the package with my fingers and pull the condom out. I look at Smith’s dick, then back at the condom. I’m not one hundred percent how one works.

“Let me,” Smith breathes heavily, his voice muffled with raw hunger. He takes the rubber from my hands and sheaths his cock with it. “Fuck me, Fancy,” he demands, slapping my ass.