I nod. His cock rubbing against my pussy causes friction with the lace. He drags his swollen head along my wetness and my breasts rise in response. I briefly wonder if I suck his cock if I’ll taste the powder on him. I swallow hard and let out a moan so he knows how much I really am loving this. If I can make him come first, then I can after. Because I need to come and come hard and long.
“Most of the time a man can’t find a clit. So yes, I have to be in control.”
He lifts a brow, and smirks. “Stop fucking boys and get yourself a real man.”
“I’ll put it on my to-do list,” I say, and he chuckles at my response. I’m happy he’s not as angry as he was when he first walked in. “I want to get off too, so I usually do all the work. I don't care, as long as I come."
We're both breathing heavily, our eyes locked on each other's. I've already said more than I should have, but I couldn't stop myself. If feels natural to talk to him.
James's head descends and his tongue draws circles over my nipples before moving lower. I want him to take my teddy off so I can feel his tongue on my flesh, but his mouth over the lace is even more seductive and I can see why he left it on. His tongue covers every inch of my body and by the time he reaches my pussy, I'm out of breath and drowning in desire for this man. He licks me over the lace and then moves the material to the side and goes to town on me like he can't get enough.
"I need you to fuck me already," I admit to him. I don't even recognize my voice.
His phone makes a sound and James scowls. He climbs off me and I get up on my elbows, watching his backside as he walks away, taking him in. His masculinity seriously turns something on inside of me, and it's not good. In fact, it worries me. I can't fuck up this job, but I can feel myself wanting his mouth back on my body. The desire he rouses inside of me is more than just a craving. It's a fucking need I want to drown in.
James retrieves his phone from his pants pocket and reads something on the screen while he strokes his cock, squeezing the tip. I watch him, finding the way he plays with himself er
otic. I look down at my blushing chest, my nipples aching—
"Motherfucking cocksucker!" he yells, then grabs for his pants. He's dressed and out the door faster than I can say what the fuck.
Twenty-Eight
I slam into my apartment and call out for Natalie, thankful when she doesn’t reply. I’m still too worked up over what the fuck happened with James at Sanctuary Cove. He left with a hard cock and without a single explanation, and here I am, trying to figure out if I’d just imagined it all.
Definitely not.
I rip my Burberry coat from my body and throw it across my bedroom. I didn’t bother changing before leaving Sanctuary. I just grabbed my shit and tore out of there as fast as I could. Nothing screams hooker more than riding home on the subway in a trench coat and stilettos, but I’m too aroused still to give a shit.
The lace of my teddy presses into my clit and glides over my wet lips like silk. I rub my thighs together and moan under my breath. My body on the edge of bliss and in desperate need of an orgasm. I reach between my legs and find that I'm soaking wet. Drenched.
Of all the clients I've had so far, none of them have made me feel the way James has. He just has a way about him. The thought of him and his cock make me seep with shameless desire. He's got me so wet, needy, and fucking bothered that all I can think about is him. How he felt. How he would feel inside of me. How his cum tasted on my tongue. I want him to request me again and finish what he started. I'm thoroughly fucked up in the head.
I spread out on my bed and roll over onto my stomach, pushing my hand between my legs to cup myself. I sigh, loving how wet I feel. I grind my clit into the heel of my hand and bite down on my lip, clenching my legs. I’m so close. My sensitive nipples ache against the material of the lace teddy and my comforter, and I feel the orgasm steadily climbing when a sound catches me off guard.
Pausing with my hand on my pussy, I listen to the silence, my fingers teasing my lips. Shit. It's my cell phone. I groan inwardly. I can't catch a fucking break.
I climb off the bed and walk to retrieve it from my dresser where I left it before work. No personal cells allowed when I’m on the job.
I quickly swipe it open to read the text message.
Daniel: Hey, pretty girl. Any plans for tonight?
I smile to myself. He couldn’t have texted at a more perfect time.
Me: Netflix and chill?
The reply bubble pops up immediately and my chest tightens with anticipation.
Daniel: It's like you read my mind. LOL!
I grin. Of course I can read his mind. It's my fucking job to know what a man wants.
I tell him to text me his address, then I place my phone back on the dresser and walk to the bathroom to clean myself up. I need a quick rinse in the shower since I can still feel James’s mouth all over me and my pussy.
Quickly, I turn on the shower and remove the lacy garment, then I tie my hair up into a bun so I don't get it wet.
Stepping under the hot spray, I revel in it for a moment before I eye the showerhead. I was so close to finishing and still aching for release.