An Escort for Christmas

I was nervous as hell, but I didn’t show it. I just allowed him take the lead, kissing his way down my neck as he unzipped my dress and let it pool on the floor. His hands came up to cup my lace bra with a grunt, and he kneaded my breasts in his large palms as he kicked off his pants.

“You are so beautiful, Harper,” he rasped. “I can’t wait to be inside of you. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it.”

Feeling bold, I reached down and rubbed the bulge of his briefs, shocked by the size of him. He was huge. And so hard I could feel him throbbing even through the material.

He walked me backwards towards the bed and unclasped my bra, allowing it to fall from my shoulders before he flung it aside. Laying me down, he covered my body with his, rubbing himself against me as he swirled his tongue around my breast. I clutched at his hair and dragged my fingers down his muscular back, pulling him closer.

I was a panting, needy mess.

Jameson cursed and pulled back, digging around in his wallet before he produced a condom.

“Almost forgot,” he said, looking rather confused by the thought. “That’s what you do to me.”

I moaned and wiggled closer, watching with wide eyes as he pulled down his briefs and rolled on the condom. I wanted to touch him, to feel him. I wanted it all.

Jameson lowered himself back over me and gently nudged against my wet entrance as his mouth found my breast again. He sucked and licked at each nipple, murmuring sweet praises against me. He told me how good I tasted, how much he’d been wanting this, how beautiful I was. And then he pushed inside in one deep thrust.

I squeezed my eyes shut and let out a tiny noise in my throat as he tore through my virginity. Jameson paused and clasped my face in his hands.

“That felt like…” He stumbled over the words. “Harper…”

“I’m a virgin,” I told him.

Jameson couldn’t hide his shock.

“How is that even possible?” he asked, his thumb stroking my face.

“You’re my first client,” I squeaked. “And I haven’t exactly had time for a boyfriend the last few years.”

Something else took over his eyes at my admission. Possession and fire.

He reached down between us to stroke my clit as his lips found mine. His kiss was soft and sweet and exactly what I needed at that moment.

When he started to move again, I clung to him, savoring each thrust of his rigid flesh inside of me. My core tightened and contracted, throbbing with a need I’d never known. And then I exploded around him.

It drove Jameson wild, and his thrusts grew quicker, deeper, harder. He grunted above me as I constricted around him, and with one deep and final thrust, he came with an agonized groan.

“Oh, fuck,” he panted. “That was incredible, Harper.”

His words brought me relief and a sweet sense of satisfaction. I knew this was right. I knew that there was nobody else I would have rather given myself to. In that moment, I belonged to Jameson King. And it scared me just how much that was true.

Chapter Eighteen

When I woke, I was laying across Jameson’s chest, and he was staring at the ceiling, deep in thought. I wasn’t sure what to make of it, but when his dark eyes met mine, the fire from the night before had clearly been extinguished.

I could tell something was off when he followed up his nervous smile with a quick kiss on the forehead. I was certain he probably had a lot of questions. But he didn’t ask me any of them. He slid out from beneath me and stretched, giving me a great view of his toned chest and back.

“You alright?” he asked, lingering in place with bated breath.

Somehow I sensed he was worried this was going to change things between us. And now it all made sense. He didn’t want this complication. He didn’t want to have to deal with a clingy virgin after the fact. He had, after all, offered to pay me for sex before. So this was nothing more than a business transaction to him, and he feared I would turn it into something else.

I gave him a fragile smile and nodded, absolving him of any guilt he might be feeling. And with that, he walked to the bathroom and shut the door behind him.

***

Jameson and I had done a magnificent job of avoiding each other and pretending that nothing happened over the last two days. But now it was Christmas Eve, and time for another family dinner. At Katherine’s house. Apparently this was another King tradition. Lily explained that the two families always had dinner together on Christmas Eve.