He flipped me before I could even gather my bearings and ripped off his cock ring. His erection was so big and flushed, and even in my post-orgasm haze, I wanted it in my mouth again. Raising a foot on the bed, he stroked himself in a fast pace until he tensed and his cock jerked, stripes of cum firing from his slit and landing on the belly. He trembled through his release, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the face he made as he came. The sight was beautiful, and even though I was too tired to even get a semi, I felt the familiar stirrings of desire hot in my real belly.
When he was finished, he collapsed on the bed next to me, his chest heaving and his face covered in sweat. He sighed and turned his head, brushing a soft kiss on my cheek. I leaned closer into his warmth and my eyelids fluttered closed.
“Are you okay?” he asked gently, and I reveled in the huskiness of his voice.
“Yeah. Shit, this belly is heavy, though.”
“Come on, let me help you get it off.” He rose and dragged me with him. Getting me on my feet took a little more effort, and I was huffing by the time I was standing. My shirt went first. My fingers wouldn’t cooperate on the buttons, so Vane finished and stripped me. Taking the belly off was a hassle, especially because it was bigger than the one I’d worn before, but with Vane’s help I finally managed to wriggle out of it. Sweat covered my own stomach, and I winced at the pool of it in my belly button.
“I need a shower,” I muttered, glaring at the sheen of wetness on my abs.
“Let me help you.” He touched my back and guided me toward the bathroom, which was as amazing as the rest of the room. Polished white tiles and sink, with black fixtures, this room still looked more expensive than my entire apartment. The shower had glass walls around it and the nozzle came out of the ceiling, similar to the one Vane had in his apartment, and I quickly decided I liked this kind of bathroom better than my tired old tub at home.
Vane took the time to wash the yuckiness off my body. He spoiled me, and I was a sucker and enjoyed every single moment of his attention. He cleaned my back and ass, even delving between my cheeks and over my stomach and shoulders, taking the time to get into every crevice he could. After each limb and body part he washed, he kissed that area, as though testing the cleanliness, and I shivered at the feel of his lips on my skin.
I leaned into his chest and he curled his arms around me, plastering his front to my back. He kissed my shoulder, and I tilted my head to the side so he could work my mouth against his. We stood there for I didn’t know how long, kissing and enjoying the warmth of each other, before my knees felt weak and exhaustion overtook me.
Vane helped me out of the shower and dried me off, and if my heart skipped a beat at the action, I wouldn’t admit it. I was falling, hard, and that fucking scared me. This man was not the kind of person I should have been in love with, but he’d wormed his way into my heart without me even seeing it. And his kink? As weird as it was, it was also a turn-on. I didn’t like kids, hated pregnancy, yet the thought of being knocked up by him had my tired cock twitching.
“Come on, I’ll order room service,” Vane said quietly, guiding me back out to the bed. We didn’t sit down on the blanket because it was still sticky with my cum, and I winced in apology. He was already on it, though. He sat me down at one of the chairs near the small round table against one wall, with just a massive towel wrapped around me, and then went straight to the phone perched on the dresser next to his things. He picked the handset up, and I watched him intently.
“Darcy? Yes, it’s Elwood. I’d like someone to clean the bedding immediately if possible. Yes. Also, we’d like to order room service. Bring me two of the best meals you have ready to go. Right away, yes. Thank you.”
The command in his voice made me shiver, and I couldn’t stop myself from smiling. Even stark naked, except for a towel wrapped around his waist, he ordered like a man in charge. He didn’t even make it across the room before someone knocked.
I frowned, but Vane didn’t look surprised. He opened the door and a maid—a real maid, by her appearance—stood there with a cleaning cart.
“Buenas noches,Vane. Como estas?” she asked with a brilliant smile. The fact that Vane was only in a towel didn’t seem to faze her, but now that I knew what kind of place the Courtesan was, her reaction didn’t surprise me much.
“Muy bueno. Gracias.” The reply Vane gave in Spanish made me startle. I’d learned some basics in school, and I gathered she was asking how he was, and he told her that he was good, but he continued the conversation with such fluency that I wondered how much of the language he actually knew. She also spoke to him as though she knew he spoke Spanish already. Maybe they’d been acquainted before. He had come here often by the sound of things, but it seemed like more than that, like maybe they really knew each other.
He stepped aside and she got to work as though I wasn’t here. He left the door open and walked over to the other chair, taking a seat across from me.
“You know Spanish?” I asked, suddenly curious.
“Sí. Es mi idioma segunda. Honestly, I’m barely passable, but at least I don’t completely embarrass myself.” He laughed at the frown I gave him and ran his hand over his dark hair, and the woman laughed even harder from where she was working.
“Sí, you have agringoaccent,” she called. I couldn’t help my gaze trailing to the hair under his armpits as he moved, and I licked my lips.
“I learned it as a second language when I was a child. My best friend Miguel’s family was Mexican, and we had conversations in Spanish to help me learn. Renata is his cousin.”
“Wow.” I leaned back in the chair and whistled. “I learn more and more about you every day, Mr. Elwood.”
He snorted and glanced back at the maid, apparently Renata, who’d stripped the bed and was currently remaking it with new sheets. There was no doubt she was an expert and moved with a pace I was jealous of. If I could move like her, I’d make my bed every day with fresh sheets.
“Tell me about your childhood,” Vane said quietly. “Your parents worked hard?”
With a sigh, I rubbed my temples, a stress headache already working its way into my mind now that I was reminded of my dad—who was still in the hospital while I enjoyed a night at a hotel. I hated the guilt that gnawed at me. “Very hard. They tried the best they could. Mom jumped between jobs, mostly cleaning and retail, and Dad worked construction for a long time. He could probably build a house in his sleep. I never got what other kids did, so I made it my resolution to be better. Get an education and make life easier for those who work hard.”
“That’s why you chose politics.”
Renata had just finished and waved her way out of the room. Vane gave her a smile as she left and closed the door.
“Yeah, that’s why I chose politics. It gave me a job where I can make a change.”
“Don’t fool yourself,” Vane said, leaning forward with his elbows on the table. His hair dribbled water down his face, and I watched the droplets track across his cheeks. “Politics is run by money, my little baker. You can try to change the world, but you can’t do it on your own. You need allies with similar ideals.”
“Is that why you’re okay with a brothel here in New Gothenburg?” I asked, genuinely curious. Midberry and Vane won the election due to their firm ethics views, given that New Gothenburg is no stranger to corruption, and it was clear this hotel definitely didn’t fit into that category.
