Billionaire's Escort

“If you want to have a shower, too, Jet, feel free.”

“Can I have one with you?”

I paused and considered his request wondering, what the chances were that my parents would check up on us. I decided it was likely that they would probably leave us alone until we settled in.

I smiled. “Okay, sure.”

He grabbed some clothing, and I got two towels out of the linen closet in the hallway, then we made our way to the bathroom. I turned on the tap so that hot water poured out, and then I switched it to the shower setting, and water cascaded from it. I closed the bathroom door and locked it, ensuring that at least we wouldn't be caught red-handed.

I undressed quickly, and Jet undressed slowly as he watched me. I felt warm under his gaze and I went to him, kissing him full on the mouth. I bit into his lower lip when he put his hands on my ass. I pulled away from him and stepped into the shower, letting the water cascade down my body and soak into my hair. It felt wonderful to clean off the dirty feeling of sleeping in that motel.

Jet joined me in the water, and we switched positions so that he could rinse his body off as well. I watched as the water streamed down his hard stomach, and I smiled when he turned to me. He had heat in his eyes and he surprised me when he bent down into the tub, getting on his hands and knees. He buried his tongue into my pussy and I gasped as I braced myself against the walls of the shower.

I shivered despite the heat of the shower when he sucked on my clit. My pussy was throbbing as he continued to taste my opening.

He got up from his knees and without saying a word, he turned me around so my ass was facing him. He pushed me into the shower wall, and I stuck my ass out toward him. He pushed his hard cock into me, and I moaned as he filled me up. I was panting as he pushed into me hard and fast. The waves of pleasure were completely taking me over, and I could barely contain myself as I came all over his cock. He kept pumping into me fast, and I moaned, feeling a delicious sensation warming my entire body. I felt another orgasm building up, and when I came again, he spilled into me, making me feel complete once again.

He leaned against my back and I could feel him breathing heavy against me. “Now that's the quickie I wanted last night.”

I giggled. “That felt so good, Jet. My body is just humming now.”

“Mmm, I like that.” He pulled himself out of me, and I felt empty the moment he did. I turned to him and kissed him on the mouth, my tongue finding its way in to meet his. We kissed like that for a while, passion building between us.

“We better get down there before my dad starts to wonder where we are.”

Jet laughed nervously. “Good call. As much as I would love to go round two, it's probably best not to push our luck.”

I stepped out of the shower and passed Jet a towel. I dried myself off quickly and proceeded to get dressed as Jet also stepped out of the shower. I took a brush through my hair, and realized we didn't do much cleaning in the shower at all. But at least I had a smile on my face.

Christmas dinner was marvelous. I had to say, thanks to my dad, I already had a good buzz going on by dinner. As soon as we came back downstairs, he opened up a bottle of whiskey, and we started celebrating the holidays. The mood in the house was a joyous one, and I was happy to see that Jet was having a great time talking to my parents. He seemed very at ease in their home, and I was glad. It was a far cry from the way his family had dinners, but I had to say I preferred it much better this way.

My mom had made a delicious spread of turkey, mashed potatoes, stuffing, and various vegetables. Everything smelled and tasted amazing, and I hoped one day I would be able to cook as well as she did.

We spent the dinner catching up on old times, and I let them know how school had been going so far that year. I told them about the art exhibit, and how Jet had purchased a drawing from me for $300, but how I was sure he’d only done it to get close to me. Their eyebrows rose as they realized that he must have come from a different upbringing.

Jet talked a lot about his MMA dreams and his career so far, as my dad seemed pretty impressed by the whole thing. He often watched UFC, so meeting someone personally involved in fighting was something he thought was exceptional.

After dinner, we all retired into the living room to relax. Jet and I had fresh whiskeys, and we settled on the couch together snuggling close. In my family, we opened up gifts on Christmas Eve and spent the next day just relaxing.

My mom started passing out gifts, and everyone in the room started opening up gifts. To Jet's surprise, my mother handed him three gifts.

“Oh, you didn't have to buy me anything.”

“Of course we did. It's Christmas, and you are spending time with our family, and you're very special to Natalie.”

“Well, thank you.” He began unwrapping his presents, and they had gotten him a sweater, a new pair of boxing gloves, and some cologne. I could tell that he was speechless by their kindness, because he just stared at the gifts, shocked.

“Natalie told us you liked to box and that your gloves were developing an odor she didn't approve of, so we thought we would help you out.”

He looked over at me and I laughed. “Oh did she, now? Yeah, gloves can start smelling pretty bad. Again, thank you, this was really kind of you.”

I finished opening my gifts and I had received a couple of movies, some clothes, a new drawing art kit, and a couple of books. I helped my mother clean up all the wrapping paper, and they slipped in an old movie to relax for the evening. I took Jet's hand, and led him back upstairs to my bedroom.

“I wanted to give you your Christmas gift when we were alone.”

“Sounds great.”

I went into my suitcase, pulled out a package for him, and handed it to Jet. He opened it to find an envelope inside the wrapping. Confused, he opened up the envelope to find tickets to an upcoming UFC fight card in a city close to ours.