I sighed, stroking his short dark hair with one hand while petting his chest through his white dress shirt. He had firm pecs and perky nipples, something I’d enjoyed touching when we’d had sex. I’d always imagined sucking on those brown nubs until they were plump. I’d keep sucking them until he finished in my ass. I’d never told him about the fantasy, though, but now I wished I had.
“I should thank you for that,” I whispered as I shifted to my knees between his legs. His gaze shot down to watch me as I moved. Smoothing my hands over his thighs, I reached for the button and zipper of his pants before his hand snapped out and grabbed my wrist to stop me. I glanced up at him with confusion.
He cringed. “I don’t have any money.”
“So?” I grinned. “Think of it as a freebie for keeping your mouth shut about us.”
I went to unbutton his pants again, but Ross held on tightly.
“I’d never ask you to do anything for free. You’re a working man, and I didn’t do it so you’d give me a free blow job.” He yanked me up onto his lap, and I went instinctively, so used to Ross manhandling me in all the right ways. I fell with my ass against his plumped cock, my knees on either side of his hips. He paused, dragging his gaze from my thighs to my face, and I waited patiently. “I’ve never seen you like this,” he said, so quietly I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to hear it, let alone respond.
“What can I say? I like being comfortable in my time off.” Laying my hands on his shoulders, I massaged my thumbs along his collarbones, exactly how I’d learned to relax a man in my company. The tension seeped out of Ross. “Let’s get this off you.”
I tugged at his suit jacket, and he leaned forward so I could slide it off his arms and fold it up neatly before resting it on the arm of the couch. I went for the buttons of his shirt next, and to my relief, he didn’t move to stop me this time. Taking my time to pop each button through its hole, I ate up the sight of the creamy skin that came into view. Ross didn’t have any hair on his chest, but he’d told me before that he regularly went to a salon to get it waxed. I like chests with hair and without—I’d never really been picky—but it was his nipples that made my mouth water.
I ran my palms over his pecs and flicked the nub of his right nipple. He hissed, and I grinned. “Have I ever told you how much I want to suck these?” I murmured.
He smirked and leaned farther into the couch, laying his hands across the back. “No.”
“Can I?” I fluttered my eyelashes at him. “I promise I’ll take your mind off the police.”
“I came here to see if you’re okay,” Ross said quietly, but there wasn’t any fight in his dark eyes. He’d do anything I asked, and his cock agreed with my assessment, judging by the way it pressed into me.
“You’re so sweet,” I whispered into his ear, tracing the shell with my tongue as I ground my ass on his lap, making him gasp. “I’m fine. Not the first time I’ve been arrested.”
“Madam Winters said that.” His hands shot to my hips, and he gripped me so tightly that I felt his nails dig into my skin through the thin shirt.
“Hmm. Usually, she’s all crafty and quiet about her whores. She must like you.” I nibbled on his earlobe, gripping it between my teeth and tugging. I adjusted myself on his lap and then rocked my hard-on against his. He let out the sweetest little moan as I shivered from the sensations that ran from my balls and through my body, electric shocks that had my cock firming.
“That’s how I found your address. A detective told me your name. Lane Kennedy.” He reached around to grab my ass, fingers digging into my flesh through my sweats, and I grunted in encouragement. “I like that name. You look like a Lane.”
I laughed and gave his ear a final jerk with my teeth before I sat back, grinding my ass down on his cock again, which was well on its way to giving me an enthusiastic salute. “I’ll let my dad know that you approve.”
“Whoareyou, Lane Kennedy?” he asked quietly, and I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to answer. His stare roamed my apartment, and when it landed back on me, he spoke again. “You can afford this by being at the Courtesan? The detective said you own your apartment. It’s how he got me on the rent excuse.”
I shrugged, running my hands down his chest before slipping them under the shoulder part of his shirt and working it off his arms. He moved forward to wriggle out of the fabric, and I let my gaze roam his upper body, appreciating the hard lines. I wanted to bite into every inch, lick and nibble until I had him begging me to ride his cock. And his nipples…. I swiped my tongue over my lips. He didn’t take his eyes off me as I leaned down to attack the right nub, sucking on it hard until he was humping against my ass.
I was only satisfied when his nipple was red and swollen, and then I moved to the other one, doing the same. He’d latched his fingers onto my asscheeks, and I moaned at the bite of his nails through the material—but I wanted more. I wanted to feel the burn in my skin. When I was done with the second nub, I climbed from his lap and stood, taking the time to slip off my shirt and slide down my pants. He watched me with hungry eyes as I pushed the fabric down my legs, and I preened under his attention. Most guys told me how beautiful I was, but none of them stared the way Ross did. I felt like a piece of artwork to him, a priceless painting he wanted to hang up on his wall and stare at every second of every day. To him, I was a masterpiece.
When I finally had my pants around my ankles, I stepped out of them, thankful I hadn’t chosen to put on underwear. I wriggled my hips, my hard cock doing a dance with me as I pointed at his pants. “Want to take those off?”
Ross visibly swallowed, his Adam’s apple jumping as he ate me up with his gaze. “I don’t have any money.”
“You said that.” I raised my eyebrows.
“The cops froze my accounts,” he whispered, his fingers twitching where they rested on his thighs, like he was trying really hard not to reach forward and touch me.
I cocked my head in confusion. “Can they do that?”
“Apparently.” The word came out strained, and irritation at the police force lodged itself in my chest. I wanted to go there and slap every one of them silly, but that would result in me getting my ass thrown in prison, and I had a feeling Madam Winters and River wouldn’t be incredibly happy with me.
“Well, I don’t care about money. You could have told them what you knew about me and the Courtesan, and you didn’t. That’s enough payment. Get out of your pants. Now.” I crossed my arms as he raised his eyebrows at me. “I want to ride that dick.”
He smiled, and it wasn’t the kind of fake expression I was used to seeing from him on TV, but rather a real one. I was one of the few lucky people who’d seen the authentic Ross. He rose from the couch and unbuckled his belt. I watched his fingers work, excitement burning in my stomach.
“Can I tell you something, Stormy?”
I didn’t comment when he said my whore name. I liked Stormy just fine, as much as I liked Lane. They were two sides of the same coin as far as I was concerned. “What?”
