Boyfriend for Hire(35)

Sweeping her into my arms, I carry her to my bedroom. She squeals as I lift her, her breasts swaying with the motion. She smiles and throws her arms around me, nuzzling her face into my neck, teasing my skin with her tongue. My cock swells as I imagine all the other things her tongue can do.

I lay her down on my bed, admiring the way her supple body looks in my space. She arches her back, reaching for me, hungry for my touch. Just the sight of her wanting me so much is almost too much to handle.

Almost.

Lowering my body over her, I bring my lips to hers. Our mouths crash together, our tongues exploring as my hands wander her body. I run my thumb over her stiffening nipple, causing a small whimper to escape from her. She bucks her hips into me, grinding against my erection, and the sensation drives me crazy.

More. All I want is more. To push every inch into her, to thrust myself inside her. Make her feel as full and complete as she makes me feel.

God, we’ve waited so long for this.

I take my time stripping Elle of her dress pants and button-up shirt. Next, I slide her lacy panties down her hips and reach behind her to unclasp her bra. Heat rises to her cheeks as she meets my eyes.

Elle looks good with clothes on, but she’s a whole other kind of sexy when she’s naked. Her long coppery hair tumbling over her shoulders, her full, round breasts just begging to be kissed. She’s the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen.

Moving over top of her, I bring my lips to her neck, sucking a little on the tender skin there as my hand cups one gorgeous tit. Elle makes a small whimpered sound of approval. Then I move down her chest, kissing and licking every inch of her perfect breasts. She wriggles under the touch of my tongue, each movement bringing her hips closer to mine, the warmth between her legs teasing me.

When I reach her stomach, I trail my tongue over the softness of her skin, and a thought occurs to me. I’m about to do something I haven’t done since I got into the escort business.

Suddenly, I know exactly what I want to do to Elle, exactly how I want to show her how much she means to me. This whole time I thought oral wasn’t something I enjoyed doing, but now I know that I’ve never had the right woman underneath me to make me want to go down on her. Elle is obviously my muse. I smile at the thought.

I move down to kiss her inner thigh, placing my hands on either side of her hips, sucking and biting on the delicate skin. When I move lower, Elle props herself on her elbows, reaching to run her fingers through my hair as she gazes down at me.

“Nic, you don’t have to,” she whispers as I turn to kiss her other leg, getting closer and closer to her hot center.

It’s the only rule left I haven’t broken. No oral sex.

It’s not that I’ve never done it before, it’s just that there’s something so intimate about it—kissing someone in their most vulnerable place—that I always wanted to save it for the woman I choose to spend my life with. To keep it as a small gift, the only penance I can offer after the way I’ve made a living for all these years.

And in this moment, there’s nothing I want to do more. Even if this all falls apart, if Elle isn’t that woman for me, at least I will have done this for her. At least I will have shown her how important she truly is to me.

“I want to.” I sit up and strip off my T-shirt, then unbutton my jeans to make more room for the erection that barely fits in my pants before I lean back down over her.

With my eyes still on hers, I place my mouth over her core, licking and kissing her softly to give her time to adjust to the sensation and let the pleasure build. Soon, she’s moaning as my tongue slides over her center, circling her hard little pearl.

“You taste so good,” I murmur, and she can only purr in response, her body writhing to the rhythm of my tongue.

I slide one hand up her body, rolling her fully erect nipple between my thumb and forefinger. The other hand I wrap around her thigh, anchoring myself to her center. Her hips roll and buck against my mouth as she gets closer and closer. Her whimpers and moans grow more insistent, and her whole body moves with pleasure. Suddenly, her back arches violently as her orgasm crashes through her, wave after wave washing over her.

As her heavy breathing subsides, she pulls me closer, and I balance my weight over her, my thick erection wedged between our bodies.

I want her to touch me so badly. I haven’t been touched simply for pleasure in so long—by someone who wants me for me—and the emotion of the moment is hitting me much harder than I thought it would.

Her lips hover just inches from mine. When she finally speaks, her voice is breathy. “That was . . .”

“You’re amazing,” I tell her, drawing her face to mine for a slow, deep kiss.

With a smile, she reaches down and pushes my jeans and boxers down to take my cock in her hand, slowly stroking my thick length. Her fist squeezes the base before drawing up and over me. A low groan escapes from the back of my throat.

She slides her thumb over my tip, spreading a single drop of wetness over the head. Then she runs her hand achingly slowly down my shaft again, and as it comes back up, I let out a low hiss between my teeth. She is so perfect, so sexy, and part of me still can’t believe she’s touching me.

“Stroke me, baby,” I groan out.

Elle’s eyes grow wide as she fully takes in my size for the first time. Then her fists close around me—both hands—and her pace quickens. I rock my hips forward, thrusting into her hands, and let out a grunt.