About Last Night

My cock, now fully erect, twitched, slapping against my stomach. I muttered to myself, “Yeah, yeah. Down boy,” then lay flat on my back in the middle of my TV room. I shut my eyes and thought about tonight. My stomach jerked in anticipation. I slid my hand over my hip then ran it over my hard length. My mouth parted in pleasure.

I did it again. Gripping, I jerked it slowly, up then down and back again, running my thumb over the beaded pre-cum resting at my slit. I used the lubrication to massage the sensitive underside, making a faster rhythm with the palm of my hand.

I thought about sex. Dirty sex. Hot sex. Meaningless, raw fucking. I thought about the moment of entry, when my cock head meets sweet, wet pussy, the memory of the feeling enveloping me. I dreamed of tits and sucking nipples, pink ones, brown ones, red ones.

A groan caught in my throat as my cock jumped in my hand, responding to the dirty thoughts in my head. My hand worked faster, harder. My hips thrust into the empty hollow of my palm, and the muscles at the sides of my ass and thighs clenched delightfully at being put to work.

I needed this. Oh, God…how I needed this.

Then I thought about a faceless woman who would give herself to me this night. Eyes of no color, and lips of no particular thickness called to me. The memory of her sweet, husky voice at the moment of her first orgasm assaulted me. “Holy shit. Holy fucking shit. Oh, God. Oh, shit. Jesus Christ!”

Would she come so explosively under me as I rocked into her?

At the thought of Maya coming around my cock, squeezing it tight in her wet warmth, my entire body seized. The hand gripping my prick tightened as my face became pained. Gritting my teeth, my hips jerked uncontrollably. Intense pleasure that bordered pain drifted over my body as I watched my cock spasm repeatedly, spilling come over my stomach.

All at once, I collapsed back onto the yoga mat, panting and sweating. Feeling limp everywhere, I lay there for a long while before sitting up then standing and walking to the bathroom to turn on the shower.

I needed to shave my balls. Ah, the life of a male escort. So glamorous.

The phone at the bedside rang. I ran over to answer it. “Hello?”

A woman on the other end asked, “Hello, Mr. Quinn. Jane from room service here. I see you have ordered a dessert sample platter this evening for your company tonight. Might I suggest the Brown Brothers Moscato to accompany that? Or perhaps a Zibbibo?”

I loved how thorough this hotel was. I suppose that was why I paid as much I did. “Whatever you suggest will be fine.” A sudden thought came to me. “Jane, I didn’t see a crème brûlée on the menu.”

As always, Jane lived to please. “No, Mr. Quinn, there isn’t. I’m afraid the room service menu is not very vast. But being that you’re a repeat customer, I can ask Chef Jacque in the hotel restaurant if he can spare the one from the evening service.”

I smiled then looked down at my watch. It was five-fifty on the dot. “If you can get it to me by six, there will be a very sizable tip involved.”

Professional as ever, Jane responded simply with, “Six it is, sir.”

I hung up, looked around the room, and once again made sure everything was perfect for tonight.

***

Mia

I was there. At the very moment my life would change significantly.

I thought about what I had done during the day and frowned. Today should have been memorable, and although I was absolutely sure it would be, I suddenly wished I’d made the entire day worth remembering.

Glancing down at my watch, I bit the inside of my cheek as my heart pounded. 5:58 p.m. Two minutes early. Would I look desperate if I knocked right this second?

I bounced from foot to foot before rolling my eyes and silently groaning. Swallowing hard, I lifted my hand, and before I could stop myself, I knocked. Suddenly parched, I waited for the door to open. After the longest eight seconds of my life, the latch clicked over and the door opened.

And there stood Matt Quinn—my longtime crush, my new friend, and the man who would take my virginity. He looked hot as ever with his lips already curved into a ridiculously attractive grin, his hazel eyes dancing, his dark hair cut shorter than the last time I saw him. It was still the chaotic perfection I remembered. He wore a black, long-sleeved shirt with white buttons and left it untucked over blue jeans so dark they could have been black. I’d forgotten how tall he was. With his shirtsleeves rolled up to the elbow, revealing his strong forearms, he looked delicious. Edible. To top it all off, he wore no shoes or socks.

There was something about a barefoot male that did something to me. It was familiar. Perhaps a little too familiar. I was in big trouble.

I did the only thing I could do in my situation. I smiled, albeit weakly.

And I watched while Quinn’s dropped right off his face.

Fuck.

***

Quinn

Double-checking the room setting, the discreet condom placement, and my bag of tricks, I stood in the middle of the room, frowning. I was sure I was forgetting something.

A knock at the door snagged my attention. My lips curved into a grin. She was here.

I walked over to the door, and despite how much I wanted to peek through the peephole, I didn’t. Instead, I unlocked the door and threw it open. And there she stood. Maya.

But I was confused, and the smile fell from my face.

As I looked down at the woman standing in front of me, smiling faintly, I searched her. She was shorter than average height with soft curves outlined by the classy dress she chose to wear. The colors of the dress worked well with her pale complexion, browns, tans, and off-whites. She didn’t wear pumps, but rather an open-toed ballet flat in off-white. My gaze went back to her face. Her pretty face.

Full lips stretched painfully into a small smile that actually looked more like a grimace, high cheekbones tinged with pink, long black lashes, and big doe eyes the color of melted chocolate.

She was cute. Goddamn it. She was cute!

I looked farther down. A slender neck. Then down farther. Full breasts pushed up like a sweet, tempting offering. Down still. Her stomach wasn’t flat; it pooched a little, which, personally, I loved. A soft woman was all woman. The gospel according to Quinn. Amen.

As she stood there, I looked her over and over, trying desperately to find something wrong with her. Alas, I came up empty-handed. Shaking my momentary shock off, I smiled again. “Maya?”

A pretty flush colored her cheeks. Reaching up, she pushed her long, thick, red-brown hair behind her ear. She smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “Hi, Quinn.” She said this so softly my gut coiled.

She was nervous. Nervous, I could deal with. I expected nervous. I didn’t expect to feel her internal struggle. She was having second thoughts. Well, she could take those thoughts and shove ‘em!

Before she could say another word, I took her hand, pulled her inside the hotel room, and shut the door. Without permission, I pulled her toward the bed and sat down, tugging her down next to me.

I couldn’t help it; I laughed. This sweet little woman was the person I had befriended. She was nothing like I imagined. I expected awkward, not attractive.

Remembering all those conversations, I narrowed my eyes at her. Reaching up, I took her face in my hands and leaned in, studying her nose. Her eyes widened comically and I foug

ht another laugh. “Hmmm,” I uttered. “No warts.” Pulling back, I released her then sighed. “You lied, Maya.” I did my best to look thoroughly wounded. “I thought we were friends.”

The moment she realized I was joking, she bit her lip then dipped her chin, hiding her smile. I watched curiously as her shoulders bobbed in silent laughter. She finally lifted her face, lips twitching, and shrugged. “I had to talk myself up a bit, didn’t I?”

A chuckle escaped me. For the second time in as many minutes, I gently cupped her cheeks as I studied her up close. Then I muttered to myself, “God, you’re a pretty little thing.”

Her smile fell as she blinked up at me, her eyes impossibly wide. I quickly realized I was making her uncomfortable.

“Oh.” I stood, retrieving the gift bag from the kitchen counter. Standing by her feet, I handed it to her.

Looking adorably surprised, her eyes narrowed up at me. “What did you do, Cap’?” I inclined my head to the bag. She reached inside and pulled out the rubber duckies. Laughing, I could see her shoulders lose some of their tension and she smiled up at me. “You really got me rubber ducks?” Shaking her head, she chuckled holding the pink, blue, and yellow ducks. She looked up at me and uttered a genuine, “Thank you, Quinn. This is the sweetest gift I’ve ever received. I’ll treasure them always.”

Her smile was open and honest. This was Maya. I was seeing her in that smile, and it did something to me. I felt it. My heart skipped a beat at that wide smile. It was the kind of smile you needed to respond to. The kind of smile your own was called to. God, she was pretty as she was, but when she smiled, she was incredible. My cock twitched.

She started to place the bag on the floor, but I quickly added, “There’s one more thing.”

Smiling hard, she stood, reached inside the bag, and bunched her nose. “Something else? What did you get me, Quinn?”