Chapter 3

Since Alyssa paid me double my normal rate and reimbursed my flights and hotel, I was sitting pretty. After fixing my car, I could at last return calls from clients. Because Murphy, the first response was from an older couple. A very rich and very connected couple; he was a state politician.

The only kink was they could never meet in the States for fear of being spotted with me. Oh, second issue—they were unavailable to travel for a month. Also ... Sigh, if they picked the same place as last time—in the Caribbean, I sure as hell didn’t need my car. Oh, well. At least it ran now.

As a bonus, literally, since it had been awhile, they wanted me again for a minimum of three days. Hey, as long as they paid, I stayed. And they paid—well.

Sigh. When it rains...

And that little saying was gonna be the death of me.

Welp, now what to do for a month? I mean, I could return more calls, but I actually had schoolwork to make up from the LA trip. And thus the boring life of a college student took over. It was almost a week later, while I stumbled around my dingy, cramped kitchenette gulping orange juice that my pager chirped.

Huh, a number I didn’t recognize. After scratching my scalp and glancing through the half-dead tree covering my quaint, dirty alley view, I peered at the garish red boxy numbers. With a sigh, I finished my juice and walked away. It was midway across my tiny sitting area when my chest thumped.

“Oh,” is all I murmured when Karen’s glittering dark eyes fluttered before me.

After a long swallow, I dragged my tongue over my suddenly desiccated lips as I checked my notes before returning to the pager. Shit! It was the young couple. I hadn’t bothered calling them. The deal was they were to call me, but it had already been several weeks since our meeting. I’d figured they’d moved on. After a long talk, they should’ve done just that. Except, they’d called.

Well, now what, idiot? Her boyfriend had been shaky at best. And his girlfriend, she—Karen...? Look, I was young. Trying to make a name for myself. To build a business. And, with what I was—my heart hammering, my palms suddenly sweaty—what I was feeling ... There was no way this was a good business decision. Or good for anyone—on any level.

And I sure as shit didn’t need the money anymore. Times had changed. I’d moved on. Didn’t need to take such a risk. A risk I knew would fail big time. Nope, no way.

As I dialed, I kept licking my dry lips while my heart drummed. This was stupid. So stupid! But those eyes. I needed to glimpse them again. I just did. Even if this failed miserably and I never saw Karen again, I simply wanted to see her one last time.

“Hello.”

It was Sean.

As I held my breath, the room spun. If I hung up, he’d never know who it was. This was before call-back and caller ID. That’s what I should’ve done. Then again, a smarter, business-savvy man would never have called at all. But I wasn’t that bright—yet. Well, maybe after turning down Alyssa, I was getting better, but right then, on the phone with Karen’s boyfriend ... No, idiot Tommy was in charge. Not rational Tommy. And he wanted to see Karen’s pretty eyes once more.

“Hi, Sean. What’s up?”

Welp, a week later, an idiot in a tuxedo who looked an awful lot like me stood before one of the most expensive hotels in Dallas. The sun having set, a swift breeze was kicking up thick clouds of dirty brown dust pierced only by dim yellowish streetlights.

As I clambered up the marble steps, buttoning my silk-lapelled black jacket, several guests and staff members swiveled to watch me pass. With a jaunty tune on my lips, despite the pulse hammering in my chest, I strolled across the wide-tiled lobby towards the gilded elevator doors. While the car lifted me alone skywards, I checked my reflection in its gold-tinged, mirrored wall.

By now, I had certain rules besides my code. One of them was to always dress upscale. As such, tonight, I wore a tailored tux. While it had no tails, no top hat, and no vest, I’d chosen a formal bowtie, gold cufflinks and matching buttons. It always paid to impress a new client.

Once on their floor, I marched along the plushly carpeted corridor to the white paneled door and raised my hand. It shook, and I swallowed as the doorway swirled before me. I shouldn’t have come. I should turn around and leave them. Call them later and say it just wasn’t right. Sean wasn’t ready.

The image of Karen’s eyes gleaming. As my heart staggered, my fist rapped on the solid wood. Inside there were muffled words—low, Sean’s voice. Then fast footfalls approached. After Sean tugged the door open, he scanned my frame before peering at me. Face paler than I remembered; his eyes were wide as his tongue flickered over his lips. His mouth opened as if to speak before closing as he gestured me to enter.

When he stood aside, I stepped into the white marble-tiled foyer of their room and looked around. Nice king-sized bed; no posts, but plenty of pillows and a good, thick flower-print comforter. Beyond it was a pair of bluish chairs and a short, hard-looking blue and gray striped couch before a brushed metal coffee table. A television squatted atop a chest of drawers. Deep crimson and dark blue patterned carpeting covered the floor. Beyond the swirling, sheer, ivory curtains framing an open balcony door was a narrow patio with two white loungers and a circular matching table. It overlooked the pool.

Nice digs. And, considering the luxury hotel they’d picked; I’d been correct. They had money.

“Uh, how are you, Tommy?”

Before I could answer Sean, the bathroom door opened and Karen stepped out in a long, deep purple satin robe. Both Sean and I turned and, as he exhaled, all the air in my lungs hissed from my shaking lips. At the sight of her, with her hair piled atop her head and made-up, my chest hammered. It shouldn’t have. She was only a client, but it damned well did. Like a big ass, fucking kettle drum.

“So, uh, how does this work?” Sean asked, his lower lip quivering.

“Okay. Well, this is how it’s going to work, Sean.” Even as my heart raced, I flashed him a tight grin and added with a wink. “I’m going to fuck her, Sean.” As Sean’s jaw dropped, Karen unleashed a snorting snigger behind me. “And you can watch...” With my grin widening, I gestured to the chairs before waving at the bed and adding. “Or, you can also play, okay?”

“Uh, okay.”

After he staggered backwards, he settled into a chair. While trying to ignore the blood rushing through my ears, I returned to Karen, who swayed atop five-inch, strapped black heels. For all the bravado and coolness I’d exuded, air stuck in my throat while I walked to her. As I neared, her neck and cheeks flushed a deeper red. Her eyes widened when I stopped and reached for the belt of her robe.

“More importantly, are you okay with me fucking you?”

While biting her lower lip, she glanced at Sean before returning to me and bobbing her head. At first, as I untied the knot, a tremor slithered through her, but she froze when I tugged it apart. Air hissed from my lips in a long, low whistle. Clad only in a black lace shelf-bra, matching high-cut panties and a garter belt holding up black lace-topped stockings, Karen was—stunning. No. That’s a lie. She was so far beyond stunning. The room spinning and blurring around me proved that. Words just couldn’t...

And when I say, shelf-bra, I mean low cut. Two thick, hard nipples glared at me from the centers of wide, dark areolas in tiny pale triangles of flesh above the lacy cups. Yeh, the room kept spinning with memories of them rolling between my fingertips in San Antonio. And imagining her in the miniscule bikini she apparently wore.

After a long inhale, I paused. Oh, yeh, Karen had money. Wafting about her was the distinctive light scent of jasmine and carnations—L’Air du Temps perfume. Subtle, she wasn’t. As my nostrils flared with that and the elegant rose-tinged aroma of her shampoo, her eyes twinkled.

Identical to when they’d appeared in LA.

A shiver wriggled up my spine.

This time, for real, it was my last chance to walk away. If I’d been older and wiser, I would’ve. I certainly should’ve, but I didn’t. As I slid the robe from her toned shoulders, my palms trembled. Though I should’ve been checking on her boyfriend, my eyes remained on hers. They were even more gorgeous than I recalled.

At last I remembered Sean, and I pulled away with another lengthy exhale before sliding from my jacket. After tossing it to the chair next to her boyfriend, I shot him a smile. Ashen-faced, he drummed his fingers atop his knees as he sat ramrod-straight. Well, he wasn’t bright red. That was the sign I was most concerned with; he wasn’t angry. So there was that. Now, I needed to push him, and her, a little harder. Better to find out now, rather than once I was—busy.

As her red-lipstick coated lips glistened in the light, Karen’s eyes followed my hands as I undid my shirt, tugged it free, and dropped it onto my jacket. When my fingers went to my silver-plated belt buckle, she swallowed and flashed those blazing dark eyes up at me. A tremor wriggled through her; she glanced at Sean before returning to me at the sound of me drawing my zipper downwards.

At first, Karen was motionless, her gaze on me, until my buckle hit the carpeting with a soft thunk. When her eyes glanced down, she again swallowed. Sean’s gasp echoed across the room. When she returned to me, eyes wide, I let my smile broaden while rolling my shoulders. I mean, they’d heard about me already, but ... Well, nothing beats a close-up view.

Okay, showtime.

Let’s see what they could handle. Even as my pulse sent my shaft lurching upwards, I smiled down at Karen before glancing at her boyfriend. Not unusual for a first-timer, his eyes were focused on my thumping cock.

“Get me good and hard, Karen,” I said after returning to look at her. “Show me what you can do.”

While I’d expected her hands to reach for me, I sucked in air when she dropped. Her hot breath slipped down my chest, then my pelvis, and finally blasted my rod as a protracted whimper slid from Sean. Only after she settled on her knees, did she glide her gentle fingers onto my pole to lift it towards her. Her eyes met mine. She leaned forward, red lips opening. Velvet warmth. She was so gentle, her lips gliding downwards, flipping past my rim. The steady pulse of her mouth around my bulb and the long swirls of her silken tongue. My rod surged upwards as now both fists stroked me ever quicker.

When her cheeks sank, her eyes gleamed up at me and the room wavered. Those marvelous eyes; if I only had the chance to see them one last time, this was how I wanted to remember them—for the rest of my life. Behind me, Sean’s rapid breathing sped up and became louder. So did mine. God, she was good. If there’d been any question about her desire, it ended right then and there.

By the same token, if there’d been any question about my desire, it also ended right then. And there, between Karen’s stroking hands and slurping, twisting lips.

Except, no. Idiot. As wonderful as she felt, her boyfriend’s panting drove me back to reality. Both of them were paying me and it was time to get back on script. After sweeping a stray strand from her face, I turned to Sean.

“Damn, Sean. Your—girlfriend can really suck cock.”

The start of my chuckle became a jolting grunt when Karen grazed her teeth along my shaft. My eyes whipped to hers. They twinkled up at me as she rolled her head. Okay, the little minx wanted to keep my attention.

Okay. Fine, we’ll stay with her plan. As I stared into her eyes, I rocked forward. Eyes blinking, she shifted upwards to accept me deeper until I nudged the soft back of her throat. Her hands never stopped stroking; indeed they accelerated as I swayed back and forth. She was showing off; her gaze flicked to her boyfriend. And not only to me.

Tense fingers clawing at his knees, Sean was even paler; beads of sweat glimmered along his forehead. Suction tugged at me and I jerked my gaze to Karen while struggling for air. Goddamned, she had some lungs under those—lungs.

“Enough.” As I spoke, I dropped my hands to her flanks.

With a loud pop, she took one final slurp before letting me lift her to her feet. Her palms, still warm from friction, now glided along my ribs; her nails dragging over my skin. As our eyes met, time slowed—way down. When I flashed her a grin between gulps of air, she beamed at me before running her tongue over her smeared lipstick.

After leaning closer, I spoke just loud enough for Sean to hear. “I want you—”

With a primal moan, Karen slammed her lips onto mine and thrust her lace covered frame into me. The searing heat of her stubby nipples gouged into my chest as her tongue plunged into my mouth. A groan ripping from me, I thrust my tongue forward to play with hers. Another moan burbled from her. Her sharp nails clawed at my shoulders while I shoved her backward to the mattress.

Though louder, Sean’s breathing became lost in our moans as I lay his girlfriend on the thick comforter. After starting to crab backward, Karen jolted when I grabbed her dangling legs to hold her still.

“Grab a pillow,” I said before flashing a smile.

With her wide eyes locked on me, her clawed hands flailed overhead until she yanked one free. The cover crumpled under her as she held the shaking white pillow to me.

“Put it under your head.”

After she did, I slid my hands up to her waist to latch my fingers in her panties’ taut waistband.

“My turn.”

Both she and her boyfriend groaned when I tugged the black lace from Karen, gliding the rolling material off her quivering legs and tossing it to Sean. Though missing the wad of damp lace, he bent to retrieve it while gaping at us.

When I looked down at the well-trimmed, dark landing strip and glistening crimson folds beneath, the syrupy sweet aroma of her sex flooded my nostrils. All within another miniscule pale triangle of skin. God, I wanted to lie next to her in that swimsuit. One day. As I settled my mouth against the silken flesh of her inner thigh, a tremor raced through her and a whimper slipped from her glossy lips.

“Sean?” I asked before dragging my tongue along her shaking velvet skin; a whimper pulled from Karen as her nails clawed at the comforter.

“Yes?” His voice wavered.

“Does Karen like it when you eat her sweet, sweet pussy?” I grinned up into her wide-eyed, bright crimson face.

“Uh ... Um, well...”

Before he could find words, I dragged my slurping lips upward as Karen’s eyes widened further. Beneath my mouth, her skin was like shivering warm silk. When I lifted to blow down on her petals, a groan tore from her and she bowed upwards, driving her head deep into the pillow.

With a smile at her tensing neck muscles arched to the ceiling beyond lace half-cups and the wobbling pale globes within, I drove my arms under her firm rear. She huffed as I clamped my hands over her roiling pelvis. Pinned in place, she raised her face, now brighter crimson, and stared as I lowered my tongue ever closer.

With a groan, she thrust upwards, but under my firm grip, her slick pelvis went nowhere. Still above her head, her clawed nails clenched chunks of comforter as I dropped my tongue. The heat of her swollen nib just below it, her eyes became saucers. One touch.