The Escort (9 page)

“Yes,
definitely.” She breathed. His mouth wrapped around her nipple and
she could barely concentrate on pushing her panties down her legs.
He reached down and helped untangle them from her feet before
pressing his hand back between her legs.

“You’re so wet,
darlin’.” He rasped against her breast. “I can’t wait any
longer.”

“Me either.”
She moaned as his fingers danced across her throbbing, swollen
clit.

She heard the
rustle of the wrapper and she watched as he rolled the condom onto
his cock before tugging gently on her thighs.

“Spread your
legs, darlin’.”

She parted her
legs eagerly and he knelt between them, shifting them a little
further apart before propping himself up on his arms above her.

She could feel
his cock pressing against her but she felt no fear, only a
demanding sense of urgency, and she thrust her hips at him. He
groaned and took a deep breath before reaching before them and
guiding his cock to her wet entrance.

She squeezed
his arms and stared at his face as he pushed the head of his cock
into her. He stopped and gave her an anxious look. “Okay?”

“Yes. Please,
Court.” She whispered.

He nodded and
bent his head, kissing her deeply on the mouth as he entered her in
one hard thrust. She winced at the sharp bite of pain and he gave
her another anxious look. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” She
whispered before kissing him. “I’m fine.”

“Tell me when
you’re ready.” He stroked her hair back from her face.

“I’m ready.”
She shifted experimentally against him. “You don’t need to
wait.”

Not quite
believing her, he waited a few more seconds before beginning to
move within her. She smiled encouragingly and gripped his waist
tightly.

“Raise your
knees and plant your feet on the bed, Jules.” He whispered against
her mouth.

She complied
eagerly and he groaned as he sunk fully into her warm, wetness. He
thrust back and forth, forcing himself to go slowly. It was nearly
impossible. Her pussy was incredibly tight and warm and he wanted
to bury himself deep within her.

“Does it – am I
doing this right?” She suddenly asked.

“God, yes.” He
muttered. “You feel so good, Jules. You’re so tight and wet.”

She stroked her
back with the tips of her fingers. “I want you to move faster.”

He shook his
head. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, darlin’.”

“It is.” She
pouted at him. “Faster, Court.” She bucked her hips at him and he
thrust roughly into her in response.

She gave a soft
moan of pleasure and clung tightly to him as he plunged in and out
of her. He was growing close to coming already and with an almost
painful groan, he reached between them and rubbed frantically at
her clit.

Her reaction
was strong and immediate. Her fingers dug into his ribs and she
shoved her pelvis at him as he bent his head and kissed her deeply.
She shuddered and moaned beneath him and he tore his mouth from
hers and cried out hoarsely when she came apart around him. Her
pussy tightened exquisitely around his cock, pulling his orgasm
from him, and he thrust hard into her before collapsing against her
soft body.

She was panting
lightly and she stroked his hair as he buried his face in her damp
throat. After a moment he moved reluctantly away from her,
disposing of the condom before lying down next to her and covering
them both with the sheet and blanket.

“Jules?” He
stroked her shoulder and arm.

“Hmm?” She
murmured.

“Are you
okay?”

“Yes. Better
than okay.” She replied in a dreamy little voice. “Just
sleepy.”

He grinned and
turned her on her side before spooning her. He cupped her breast
and kissed her neck before whispering in her ear, “Thank you,
darlin’.”

“For what?” She
asked sleepily.

“For giving me
such a sweet gift.” He whispered into her ear.

She murmured
something unintelligible and curled deeper against his hard body.
He kissed the top of her head and closed his eyes. For the first
time in a long time, he was content.

Chapter 7

He sat up,
scrubbing his hand across his face, before squinting blearily at
her side of the bed. It was empty and he felt an odd moment of fear
before he realized she was in the shower. The water turned off and
he relaxed against the pillows. She crept into the bedroom, wearing
a thick robe and her long dark hair piled into a messy bun on the
top of her head. She moved quietly toward the door and squeaked in
surprise when he cleared this throat.

“Where are you
going, darlin’?”

“I – I was just
thirsty.”

He frowned at
the anxiety in her voice and climbed naked out of the bed. She
glanced at his cock, her cheeks turning pink, as he strode toward
her.

“You must be
hungry as well.” He put his arm around her waist and nuzzled her
neck.

“I’m sorry. I
made us lose our dinner reservation.” She said breathlessly.

He laughed and
kissed her throat. “It was worth it.”

“Yeah?” She
gave him another anxious look and he nodded immediately.

“Yes, Jules.
More than worth it.”

She took a
deep, trembling breath and he frowned at her. “Tell me what’s
wrong.”

“Nothing.” She
smiled at him. “I guess, I just – I mean, I don’t know what we do
now. Do I say thank you? Are you leaving now? I just – “

“Do you want me
to leave?” He grasped her chin gently and raised her face to
his.

“No. I want you
to stay the night with me.” She whispered.

“Then I will.”
He kissed the tip of her nose. “Why don’t we go downstairs and I’ll
cook you my world-famous French toast?”

“Alright.” She
gave him a shy smile and he couldn’t resist kissing her sweet
mouth.

“Good.” He
pulled his pants on but didn’t bother with his shirt as she watched
from the doorway. His gaze fell on the yellow nightie still draped
across the end of the bed and he picked it up.

“Will you wear
this, Jules?”

She clutched
the neckline of her robe for a moment and then nodded. “Yes.”

He watched, his
gaze roaming hungrily over her naked body as she shed her robe and
quickly pulled the nightgown over her head. The flimsy material
clung to her breasts and stopped at the middle of her thighs. He
stared at the dark shadow between her thighs, just barely visible
through the thin material as his cock hardened.

She blushed
furiously and a small smile of satisfaction crossed his lips when
she stopped herself from crossing her arms over her breasts.

“You look
beautiful, Jules.”

“Thank you.”
She replied softly.

“I’ll meet you
downstairs, alright? I just need to use the bathroom.”

She nodded and
left the bedroom. He quickly used the washroom before fishing his
phone out of his suit jacket. He sent a short text to Cal and shut
the phone off before his brother could reply. He took a condom from
the bedside table and slipped it into his pocket before leaving the
room.

* * *

“Do you like to
cook?”

He shrugged as
he flipped the bread in the pan. “I don’t hate it. A few years ago,
after living on canned soup and frozen dinners for way too long, I
had my mom teach me a bunch of stuff about cooking. She got a kick
out of that. When we were younger, she tried to teach me and my
siblings how to cook but my sister was the only one who actually
paid any attention.”

“Are you close
to your siblings?” Julie asked.

He nodded. “I’m
probably closest to my brother but I get along with my sister.
She’s a few years younger than us so we gave her some grief as kids
but she’s forgiven us for all the teasing.”

He winked at
her and she smiled. “I always wanted a sister. Someone I could
share clothes and make-up and secrets with.”

“Why didn’t
your dad remarry?”

She shrugged.
“I don’t know.”

She rubbed her
hand across the smooth surface of the kitchen table. Her father had
never brought a woman home to meet her. She suspected that he was
dating, occasionally he would go out at night and come home
smelling of perfume, but over the years even that dwindled to a
stop.

Court slid a
piece of French toast on to the plate in front of her before
placing one on his own. Behind him, two more pieces sizzled in the
pan and he handed her the syrup. “Eat up.”

She dug into
the French toast as her belly rumbled. It was delicious and she
grinned at him. “It’s really good.”

“Thanks.” He
ate his quickly and flipped the other pieces as she savoured each
bite. She shook her head when he brought the second piece to
her.

“I’d better
not.”

He frowned.
“One piece of French toast isn’t enough for dinner, Jules.”

She shrugged.
“It’s delicious, really it is, but it’s pretty high in calories so
– “

He winked at
her and slid the piece onto her plate. “You’ll need the energy.
Trust me, darlin’.”

She blushed at
the implication and his grin widened as he sat down. “God, I really
do love the way you blush.”

She rolled her
eyes as she poured syrup onto the toast. “It’s embarrassing.”

“It’s
adorable.” He countered.

They ate
silently for a few moments before he stared thoughtfully at her.
“So, now that your dad is gone are you going to go back to school
to be an architect?”

She shook her
head. “God, no. I’m too old for that now.”

“No you’re not.
People go back to school at any age. If it’s what you’ve always
wanted to do, why not go for it?”

“I – I hadn’t
really thought about it, to be honest.”

He finished his
food and she stood up and took their plates as he leaned back in
his chair. “You should think about it.”

“Maybe I will.”
She smiled at him and quickly rinsed their plates before bending
and placing them in the dishwasher. He stared at her ass. The
nightgown barely covered it when she bent and as she straightened,
he reached out and stroked one firm cheek.

She jumped and
peered wide-eyed over her shoulder at him as he continued to caress
her ass. He slid his hand under her nightgown and cupped and
massaged her bare ass before he pushed his chair back and patted
his lap.

“Come here,
Jules.”

She swallowed
nervously before approaching him. He shook his head when she went
to sit down. “No, straddle me.”

“I – I’m not
wearing underwear.” His touch and the way he was looking at her had
been enough to bring on an embarrassing amount of wetness between
her thighs and he was bound to notice when she dripped all over his
damn pants.

Her face flamed
and she bit at her bottom lip. Court was going to think she was
some kind of freak. Normal women didn’t get this wet from having
their ass groped, did they?

“I’m aware of
that.” There was amusement in his voice and she resisted when he
tugged lightly on her hand.

“I – I don’t
want to ruin your pants.” She whispered.

He cocked his
head at her. “Why would you ruin my pants?”

“Because I’m –
I’m…”

She couldn’t
say it. Not in this brightly-lit kitchen. Not when she was feeling
exposed and needy and barely able to stop from drooling with lust
all over his broad, naked chest.

His eyes
suddenly darkened with need as understanding washed over him and
she felt an answering call of desire deep in her pelvis. Her pussy
throbbed and her nipples hardened as he stood up. He reached into
his pocket and placed a condom on the table before placing one arm
around her. His hand pressed firmly in the small of her back and
she couldn’t stop her soft moan when she felt his erection press
against her belly.

“Are you wet
for me, Julie?” He rubbed her back with one big hand.

“Court, I –
“

“Are you?” His
hand moved to her ass and he squeezed it firmly.

She moaned, her
head falling back when he lowered his mouth to her throat. He
nipped it and then licked the spot soothingly.

“Is your pussy
wet?” He murmured.

“Yes.” She
whispered.

“Say it.”

“I can’t.”

“Yes, you can.”
He bit her throat again and she jerked against him.

“My pussy is
wet for you.” She could hear the need in her voice.

“Spread your
legs, Jules.” He waited patiently until she shifted her thighs
apart.

He slipped his
hand under her nightgown and cupped her pussy. She cried out when
his fingers touched her slick flesh and was helpless to stop the
arch of her back.

“So wet.” He
groaned as she made a soft mewl of need.

“I love how
needy you are for my cock.” He growled into her ear as his fingers
rubbed at her swollen clit.

She shuddered
with desire and rubbed herself against his hand as he bit at her
earlobe. She wondered if all men were like this. If they could go
from such sweetness to dark desire in a heartbeat the way that
Court did. His words were turning her on almost as much as his hand
between her thighs. Did other women enjoy dirty talk? Did he think
it strange that she liked hearing him say pussy and cock? She had
no idea and didn’t have the courage to ask him.

He moved his
hand away and she cried out with disappointment. He grinned and
sucked on her lower lip as his hand moved to the button of his
pants. He undid them quickly and pushed them down his hips until
they pooled at his feet.

He stepped back
and sat naked on the chair before patting his lap again. “Problem
solved, Jules.”

She stared at
his cock as he rolled the condom onto it. It was standing up
proudly from the nest of dark hair that surrounded it and she felt
a curious sense of pride.

I did that
to him.
She thought and another odd tickle of pride went
through her.