Folsom (End of Men, #1)(9)
“So you don’t want to be here?” Her eyes are intense, narrowed in what I take as shock.
“Would you?” I stand up to shrug off my suit jacket. My shirt is unbuttoned all the way down to my waist and I pull the tails of it from my pants as I watch her.
“I don’t know. I’ve never thought about it like that. The other men, they seem to enjoy what they do. I just assumed…”
“Take off your clothes,” I tell her.
I slide my belt from the loops, suddenly done with the conversation. I’ve never in sixteen years said these things to any woman and I don’t like that I just said them to her. Gwen stands, her eyes locked on mine. Her dress is easy to get off, no zippers or buttons; she simply slides it down her shoulders and it falls around her ankles in a puddle. She’s wearing a simple lace bra and panties in a pale pink. The color is attractive against her olive skin tone and dark hair. She’s not trying to play the seduction games the others are taught to do, and there’s no excited lust in her eyes. She’s waiting to be told what comes next. This is a business transaction and she’s treating it as such. She wants my sperm, not me, and that’s what bothers me most. Jackal would be hysterical if he could hear my thoughts. I’d never fucking hear the end of it.
I kick off the boots she loves so much and step out of my pants. She’s watching with curiosity, studying my body, not in a sexual way but with genuine interest. I mean to shock her when I pull down my boxers, the pill I took in the car having just taken effect. I feel a sick satisfaction when her eyes grow wide and her lips part as she stares at my cock.
“It won’t fit,” she says, shaking her head. She slides her hand up and down her forearm, looking worried.
“Oh, yes, it will.”
I take a step toward her and all of a sudden she seems self-conscious of her body, crossing her arms over her chest. The bourbon has fully reached my head and I feel irrationally angry with her for making me say things I never intended to say.
“Turn around,” I tell her. She does as she’s told, spinning until her back is to me. I unstrap her bra, though she holds it there with her hands. Reaching my head down, I kiss the dip in her neck and work my way toward her ear. I like kissing her. I like the way she smells. She shivers and I see the gooseflesh break out across her arms. When I spin her back around to face me, her eyes are closed and her lips are open and wet. I kiss her, moving her hands away from her chest. Her bra drops to the ground and I reach up, skimming my hand over the cleft in her panties. She jumps but I move on, quickly taking her breast in my hand. She’s kissing me back, mirroring the movement my lips make. When I suck on her lip, she sucks on mine. When I slide my tongue into her mouth, she slides hers back. A good student. I move us over to the bed until the back of her calves hit the bed and tell her we’re there. Her knees buckle and she lands, sitting directly at eye level with my cock. I move my hand to her head and push her face toward it. Sucking my cock is optional, I never push the issue unless they offer, but I want to see what she’ll do. She opens her mouth instinctively and now it’s my turn to jump, my muscles clenching as she lets me slide into her mouth. She watches my face as I arch my back, sliding back and forth between her lips. Then she grabs my thighs to still me and moves her mouth over it without my help, surprising me with how good she is. The little novice has skill. I relax as I let her touch me with her tongue. When I want to be inside her, I push her onto her back.
“Lift your hips,” I say. She obeys me and I slide off her panties. She’s hairless; no flowers, only smooth olive skin.
“I read that you don’t like hair,” she says. “So I had it taken off.” She’s watching my face intently to see what I think. I decide to show her.
I dip my head down and kiss her right there, sucking. Her skin is soft. She buckles underneath me and I slip my tongue between her lips for added effect. The noise she makes is surprised, between a scream and a yell. This is not something I do, this is something women pay me extra for, but I want to taste her, and so I yank her thighs open and lick away the wet. She’s loud, she’s very loud. From experience I know that her sister is eavesdropping at the door, jealous that she’s not the first one. I suck on her clit to make her yell louder, smiling when she does. It doesn’t take me long to make her come, especially when I slide a finger inside of her. She grabs my hair and clenches my head between her thighs so that I can’t breathe and then her body freezes and shudders. When I crawl up her body, her eyes are open and she’s breathless.
“I didn’t know,” she says. “—That it would feel like that.”
“Now comes the part that’s going to hurt,” I tell her. “Try to relax.”
“It’s not going to fit,” she says again, lifting her head to get another look at it.
“I know how to make it fit, Gwen,” I say, closing my eyes.
She’s drenched and I find her without trying, pushing myself slowly into her. She moans, lifting her hips. I take one of her nipples in my mouth and suck hard.
“Am I hurting you?” I ask.
Her eyes open. “Yeah, but it’s a good hurt.”
That’s all it takes. I work my way into her, thrusting a little bit at a time, breaking through her virginity. Her insides grip me and it’s like sliding over warm silk. Normally, I can last a long time, I give them their money’s worth, but this time I feel myself hardening the way I do before I finally come.