Fauxmance (Showmance #2)(47)

The woman pleasuring herself produced a dildo from a nearby handbag and plunged it inside herself. The man tongued the other woman’s clit and her moans of ecstasy trickled out into the hallway. She opened her eyes, saw that Ellen and I were watching, and smiled in pleasure. She’d definitely hoped for an audience.

Ellen’s voice was croaky when she spoke. “Have you seen anyone you like?”

Only you.

I levelled my gaze on her, hoping she got my meaning. “Perhaps.”

Her nostrils flared. “Who?”

I grinned coyly and wagged my finger. “Now that would be telling.”

As though a force was pulling on her, she looked back to the threesome. How I wished I could feel what she was feeling right now. When I was young and new to sex, I was like a kid in a candy shop. It became an addiction, just like most things for me, and I couldn’t get enough. Over time, it took more and more to excite me.

But Ellen wasn’t jaded like I was. She was looking at it all with fresh eyes and I absorbed her experience like a man drowning of thirst.

The woman pleasuring herself came loudly. I loved how intently focused Ellen was, like she’d never seen someone bring themselves to orgasm before. The man turned his attention to her, stripping off his pants to reveal a large, throbbing erection. He fisted himself, pumped up and down, then climbed atop the woman and shoved himself inside her.

Ellen sighed.

I wanted to swallow it. I wanted to absorb every little thing she felt. I wanted to push inside her, make her sigh with my cock.

The man fucked the woman hard and fast. The other woman, who was lying on the desk, fingered herself now, pinching one nipple and then the other.

Ellen exhaled heavily. “I think we should probably leave.”

My mouth curved. “Why? They’ve just gotten started.”

She rubbed the goose pimples on her arm. “It just feels…”

“Lewd? Naughty? Arousing?” I provided.

She frowned, cheeks rosy, then said, “Invasive, too.”

“I already told you, they want to be watched.”

“Yes, but, it’s a little frustrating.”

I arched an eyebrow. “Would you like to join them?”

“No!” she blurted, then lowered her voice to a whisper again, “I’m just a bit conflicted.”

Now I grinned. “You mean horny?”

Her face showed embarrassment. “Okay, yes. I’m horny,” she said in the quietest voice imaginable.

Impulsively, I took her hand and pulled her up. “Come with me.”

I led her upstairs, peeking in several rooms (where lots of sex was happening) before I found an empty bathroom. I closed the door behind us then lifted her up onto the counter by the sink.

“What are you doing?”

“Open your legs.”

“Julian!”

My voice held a low edge as I spoke in her ear. “I just want to help you, Ellen.”

She swallowed at my use of her real name and I palmed her thighs, gently pushing them apart so I could stand between them. I took her hand in mine, then lowered it to the fabric of her underwear. “Are you wet?” I asked, my voice soft, intimate.

She closed her eyes, throat bobbing as she swallowed, then nodded.

“I can’t hear you,” I prodded and bit gently on her earlobe.

“Y-yes,” she breathed.

“Feel yourself,” I urged, guiding her fingers past the elastic of her underwear. She didn’t resist, but I felt her hand shake a little. I was rapt, taking all of her in. I saw her uncertainty and endeavoured to reassure her.

“Make yourself feel good.”

My hand was over her knickers, coaxing her fingers to move. I knew the moment she properly touched herself because a small whimper escaped her. The tiny sound thrilled me. I moved my hand, pressed it tight to her. I was going to come in my pants when she moved her fingers in circles over her clit.

“That’s it,” I whispered, frustrated by her closed eyelids. I wanted to see what she looked like when she orgasmed.

She moaned and buried her face in my neck. I relished the feel of her lips when they brushed my skin, but I couldn’t tell if it was intentional or if she was simply lost in the moment.

My hand yearned to join hers, but that wasn’t what this was about. Her pleasure was my pleasure. “Julian,” she said, voice strangled. Her hand stilled as several tremors shook her body. She gripped my shirt as she came, her hot breath on my neck, her thighs clenching around my hips. I was hard as a rock, but I wasn’t frustrated. Delayed gratification was a heady thing.

When she finally drew away from me, her eyes were round as saucers. A million thoughts flickered across her face, like she was talking herself around in circles in her head.

“Feel better?” I asked. She looked away, flushed.

She stared at a bar of fancy soap by the sink, then spoke quietly, “I want to hire you.”

I blinked at her, frowned, then replied, “You want to what?”

She seemed to steel herself. “As an escort. I want to pay you to have sex with me.”





Chapter Thirteen





Ellen





As soon as I saw his expression, I knew I shouldn’t have said it. Julian looked stunned at first, then offended, then he just seemed pissed.