Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29952 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29952 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
He’s masturbating.
My lips fall open on a whimper, a trickle of wetness between my thighs catching me off guard. Instinctively, I press the heel of my hand down on top of my mound, trying to quell an oddly needy sensation. One I’ve never experienced. I’m barely conscious of my actions as I crawl to the driver’s side and roll the window down, exposing the ample breadth of Barry’s back. His neck.
His rough grunts reach my ears and urge me forward, onto my knees so I can lever up and run my open mouth up the thick slope of his neck. Just because it feels right.
Barry starts to pant. “Stop. Get back on your side of the truck.” Ignoring his directive, I lick a line up the nape of his neck and bite his hairline, rubbing my mouth side to side. “I tried to calm myself down, but you won’t let me,” he grits out. “You…you.”
“Did I talk about sex too much for your peace of mind?” I whisper beside his ear.
“Yes. Yes.”
“What was the final straw? Thinking of a man on top of me, taking my virginity?”
His fist picks up speed. “Petra. Please, stop.”
I lick his ear slowly, all along the shell. “Did you picture yourself taking it, big boy?”
The sound of moisture landing in the dirt is muffled by his hoarse bellow. His hand continues to blur on his lengthy erection, making a wet, slapping sound. And he wheezes, cursing through his teeth, pressing his back into the driver’s side door with so much force, I can hear the metal buckling.
He doubles over then, his sides heaving for long moments, before he straightens and fixes himself back into his pants. Refusing to look at me, he climbs back into the truck, herding me into the passenger side simply by advancing closer.
“I apologize,” Barry says, gripping the steering wheel. Looking out the windshield while trying to bring his breathing back to a normal tempo. “I’ve just…I’ve never seen or smelled or heard anything like you in my life. My God…” His nostrils flare. “You are so tempting, but you are too young.” He closes his eyes. “It just got to be too much. That won’t happen again. Or if it does, I’ll handle myself privately.”
That would be a shame.
I don’t say what I’m thinking out loud. But I want to. I’m still flushed and confused by my physical reactions to Barry. I’m aching in strange places, and replaying what just happened on a loop only serves to make me achier. Wetter.
“I’ve hired you for a specific purpose. Going forward, let’s stick to our original agreement, all right?”
Barry is the client and he’s right, I wouldn’t let up on the sex talk even when he asked me to stop. Not very client-friendly of me.
“Yes,” I say, forcing a quivering smile. “Original agreement. Deal.”
We’re quiet for the rest of the drive to the resort. Though I feel his eyes on me frequently, I only stare out the window, wondering if I’ll ever get the chance to feel like this with anyone else. Or if Barry is the right guy and I’m just living in the wrong timeline.
four
Barry
I listen to Petra humming gently in the bathroom, her shadow moving among the light that shines out beneath the door. We’ve checked into our room. We’re minutes from going down to the welcome party being held for wedding guests. I’m going to see relatives I haven’t seen in two years. Some of them in over a decade. There will be strangers.
A lot of them.
After living in isolation so long, I’m nervous as hell.
But the main reason my palms are sweating?
They only had a room with one king-sized bed.
I’m sitting on it right now with my hands clasped loosely between my knees.
Hell, I was worried that sleeping in the same room with Petra, in separate beds, was going to be difficult. But the same bed?
I scrub my face with my hands, trying to ignore the memory of her mouth on my neck. Her whisper in my ear. I’m only going to say this once, but you did pay for the full Girlfriend Treatment, Barry. Normally, the experience includes unlimited sex.
Unlimited sex.
Those words have been rolling around my head like marbles for an hour. If I gave in to the temptation, I could lose myself in Petra for two days straight. A beautiful, interesting, funny, intelligent, compassionate virgin, mine for the taking. She doesn’t recoil at the scars on my face. My size and height and general bulkiness doesn’t turn her off…
Unless it’s all part of an act.
Sure, Petra doesn’t entertain clients on a regular basis, but she must know the ins and outs of professional escorting, since she grew up with it. What if she’s only humoring me? What if escorts are trained to do their job and be sensual, amiable, even when their client is…distasteful?