I genuinely didn’t come with the intention of doing this. But once I saw her, breathed her in, I couldn’t resist. Even so, I wouldn’t have gone through with using her body for money. I was going to immediately shut it down, backtrack, or make it about the favor, but then I saw it. Her eyes glossed over, I heard her swallow, caught on to the way she subtly attempted to clench her thick thighs.
Any rational thought I had about not demeaning her flew out of my head.
“We need a safe word.” I cup her neck.
“Safe word? Why? How intense is this going to get?” She wets her lips.
I follow her tongue. “It’s not. I’ve never done this either, so it might end up being a strong dose of vanilla.” My lips lift atthe tint of amusement that flashes on her face. “But it’s good to be cautious. The last thing I want is to do something you’re uncomfortable with.”
She cocks a brow. “You’ve never degraded someone? You seemed like you knew what you were doing at the club.”
“It felt right with you. Watching and feeling your body and how it reacts to me. The same way I’m doing now.”
“You’re doing it now?” She goes taut in my hand as I brush my thumb over her jawline, to the center of her chin, dragging it down the column of her neck. I repeat the motion, reveling in how she writhes.
“You react every time my thumb reaches your chin.” I slip my hand around her throat, squeezing it, but not too hard. “You’re so easy, Anna, and I haven’t even done anything.”
“You’re the one who’s hard,” she retorts, cupping my erection through my sweats. “If anyone is easy, it’s you.”
I grind my teeth, fighting a groan as she strokes me. “Being hard doesn’t mean shit. I wake up like this most mornings. But you, on the other hand—I know you have to work for it. I know you have to be physically and mentally stimulated to get wet. And right now, you are. I bet if I slipped my fingers inside your panties, you’d be dripping. Because you’re nothing but an easy whore who’ll do anything for money. Isn’t that right?”
Her mouth pops open, a deep divot forming between her eyebrows. But she doesn’t pull away, doesn’t kick me out. She stays planted where she stands, releasing her hand from around me.
My cock throbs at how much I liked calling her that and how she does nothing but take it.
“Isn’t that right?” I repeat, squeezing her throat again.
She nods, her olive skin tone now a pretty shade of crimson.
“No, say it.” I squeeze again, keeping it gentle.
“Right. I’ll do anything for money.” The abashed tone in her voice shouldn’t turn me on as much as it does. I love the attitude and her witty remarks, but this is new and so damn hot.
“Safe word.” I adjust myself.
“Bells,” she answers, shuddering in my hold.
I lean forward, my lips a mere breath away from hers. Her lips purse, but I don’t kiss her even though I really want to. “Take your clothes off.”
Drawing my hand back, I grab the towel that’s wrapped around her head and carefully remove it. I toss it on the coffee table, and her damp hair splays out over her shoulders and down her back.
With her eyes on mine, she grabs the hem of her shirt, pulls it over her head, and drops it on the floor. It’s erotic, watching her take every piece of clothing off slowly while I stay where I am, telling her what to do.
Heat floods my body, my cock pulsing and dripping with precum. She stands in front of me naked and fucking perfect. The barbells pierced through her pebbled nipples glint in the light, and goose bumps breakout around the taut skin. Her waist curves in then out to accentuate her wide hips and her thighs. They’re thick and muscular, and I want them wrapped around my head.
“Are you not going to take your clothes off?” she asks, gaze coasting over me.
I might’ve made a mistake because I want nothing more than to drop to my knees and crawl to her. The thought is as invigorating as it is insane.
“No. I want to see you play with yourself.” I jump straight into it, desperate to see what she’s willing to do and how far I can push. If this is too much, I’ll immediately stop, but if it isn’t…? Fuck, I might just come in my pants again.
Her eyes go round, mouth opening as if she’s going to say something, but she clamps her lips as well as her thighs. Her bright-red toenails curl in and her hands fist at her sides.
“Fingers or toys?” she asks, batting her eyelashes innocently, but I see the wicked way her lips curl.
I adjust myself again, my heart thundering in my chest, picturing her using both. “Just your fingers today.” My voice is rough. I clear my throat, but it does nothing for me, not when I have the hottest girl standing in front of me naked.
“And what are you going to do? Just watch me?” She saunters toward me. The heady look in her eyes almost makes me sayfuck thisand just fuck her now, but I tell myself to calm down.
