If she said what crossed her mind they’d be arrested. “Cute, but not now.”
“Maybe later then.” He was very quick with the witty comebacks and double meanings.
Janice noticed the heat level rising between them after he told her what he did. Just the thought of a male prostitute was naughty but nice. No strings, no worries, just pay as you ride, like at a carnival. Only this ride would be a helluva lot more fun.
They made more small talk. All the while ideas and fears scrambled through her mind. Is this guy clean? Does he have a disease I’ll bring back with me? Love doesn’t last but herpes is for life. I have my money stashed in the bank, but is this guy going to try to rob me if I let him into my condo? Does this guy look as good naked as he does with that suit on?
Her fear that it would be filmed and end up on the Internet would be gone because there was no way they would go to his place. If she was going to do this, she wanted home field advantage.
“So how do I know I won’t catch something?” She smiled as she sipped her drink.
“I have myself checked regularly, and I only practice safe sex. No glove, no love is my motto. Most women I meet are married. I’m a diversion, and they’re nervous too. You know, we can just sit here and talk. Just because I’m an escort doesn’t mean we have to sleep together.” He paused. “Well, actually, we wouldn’t be sleeping.”
Obviously. She licked her lips.
“Look, we’re just talking. No harm, no foul. I’m not like the guys you hear about that go around hustling women. Women call and ask for my company. The guys you have to worry about hang out on the streets and try to hustle you into a cheap hotel and all those Hollywood sleazy clichés you hear and see on television. I’m perfectly content to sit here and talk. I’ll be honest though, and tell you I find you absolutely beautiful. Taking you and giving you pleasure would make me feel like a man should feel. And I would treat you the way a woman should be treated by a man.” He turned and motioned to the bartender.
It was good he didn’t keep looking at her because she was struggling not to have an orgasm sitting on the barstool. “I’ve never, um, you know, paid for sex before. How does that work?”
He smiled at that, a playful smile lighting his face and changing him from a professional escort to a warm and delightful man. “Well, how would you pay for someone to be your lover and do anything you want for you?”
“I’m not sure.” She thought about it for a moment or two. “Do you pay by the stroke? I know my ex-boyfriend would only make about twenty bucks a night then go to sleep.”
“We could do that, but you’re a very sexy woman. It might run about two thousand dollars if you paid me that way.”
Janice bit her lip and clenched her thighs tight. “Damn, there’s a thought. But be honest. How does this work?”
“I guess it depends. It depends on the woman, the way I feel. Looking at you I can picture us doing things that would make other women jealous. The kind of night you only read about in books. Pleasure so intense that you can’t even catch your breath, let alone find the strength to stop the unbridled ecstasy you feel.”
“Oh, you’re good.”
Chapter Three
Janice stepped inside and tossed her keys and handbag on the small table by the door.
“As you can see…”
Her voice went quiet as his lips touched her neck. She rolled her eyes back when his hands slid up her belly to cup under her breasts.
Hot breath blew in her ear when he gently nibbled and licked her lobes. The tingling quickly shot through her body to between her thighs. Whatever he was doing, it definitely was working. Definitely!
His hands touched everyplace all at once.
She tried to open her eyes, but they fluttered as he pressed against her pelvis, forcing her tightly against him. She felt his groin with her ass and the hardened shape nestled between her cheeks. His body felt rigid and tight with the muscles flexing. They were melting together as they stood in silence. She reached her arm up and behind his head while he kissed and sucked at the back of her neck. This was her heaven.
“Should we…”
Again she was cut short as he spun her around with his strong hands around her waist. Now she faced him and his quiet demeanor accentuated her arousal. The mysterious man was staring hungrily at her with one thought in his mind. And she knew what it was.
She frantically tugged at his shirt, almost ripping it loose. He grabbed her shoulders and forced her against the wall in the narrow hallway. With a thud she lost her breath and he smothered her mouth with his lips and his viperous tongue as they kissed. His hands groped at her body, tense with anticipation.
He reached around and cupped her ass in his hand and squeezed it. With a quick tug he peeled her panties down. She wiggled her legs and the wet fabric fell around her ankles. Stepping out of them, she felt the urge to spread her legs apart.
He kept kissing her. Passion and lust filled their embrace. There was no what if between them. It was just a matter of when. Janice was so hot and turned on that she didn’t care what this beautiful slab of beefcake did as long as he fucked her.
His strong arms forced her back against the wall again, and he dropped to his knees in front of her. She grabbed a thick tuft of his hair and shivered as he pushed her skirt up. He grabbed the back of one thigh and pulled her leg over his shoulder. Janice’s eyes rolled back when his mouth began rubbing between her legs. His wicked tongue danced around her slippery pussy, and she ached to feel it pierce the inner sanctum.
With a shriek she felt his tongue enter her. With precision he found her clitoris and seemed focused on devouring the juices that flowed from inside her.