“I haven’t ever had sex with someone I haven’t paid,” he said as he finally had his belt thrown on the floor and his button and zipper undone. He slid the pants down his legs, along with his underwear, and then he sat back down on the couch with his cock curving toward his abs. I liked his cock; it wasn’t the thickest I’d had in my hole, but he had to be eight or eight and a half inches, at least.
“Never?” I asked, surprised.
He shook his head. “First time I had sex, I stole money from my dad’s wallet and went out to find a hooker. I was sixteen. Paid two hundred.”
“Really?” I licked my lips at the thought of sixteen-year-old Ross handing money over to a whore before he fucked him. Even then he’d had hutzpah. Backing away, I strode toward my bedroom to grab a bottle of lube and some condoms from my bedside drawer before I returned to him. I threw the goodies on the couch beside him. “Do you remember who it was?”
“The hooker?” He shook his head. “First and last time I saw him. But my point is, I’ve never had sex for free. I… fucking love paying for it. I like earning it.”
It took a few moments for my brain to understand, and my eyes widened. “Oh, youget offon having to pay for it?”
He nodded and smirked. I loved how unashamed he was; a man after my own heart. I suspected the only reason the whole city didn’t know his penchant for purchased ass was because he was mayor, and he’d lose his job if he didn’t attempt some amount of discretion. But now it was out in the open.
“Okay.” I grinned. “You paid me for this one. We didn’t get to finish our fuck in the stairwell. But after this bang, you can still pay me.”
“But I don’t have—”
“I’ll start a tab, so when you get your accounts back, you pay.” I leaned forward, kissing the corner of his lips, before I darted my tongue out to trace the shape of his mouth. “And if you can’t pay up, I’ll cuff you to the bed and take what I’m owed by using your cock for my pleasure. I’ll ride you like you’re my dildo, my housebitch.” Something glittered in his eyes and they darkened. I grinned, slapping his cheek lightly. “You like the thought of me taking payment from you by claiming your cock as mine, don’t you? You want me to cuff you.”
He swallowed again and nodded before he grinned. “Fuck yeah.”
I slipped back onto his lap, his cockhead poking me in my lower back after I’d settled. Grabbing my hard-on, I slapped it against his belly. “Did you like it when Paxton had you cuffed, Mr. Mayor? Did you enjoy being restrained?”
He groaned, eyelids fluttering closed and then quickly open again. “Yeah.”
“And did you like seeing me in cuffs, too?” I curled my arms around his neck, pressing our chests together, so I could whisper in his ear. My cock was trapped between our bodies, and I used it as a chance to seek friction, jerking my hips forward. “Do you like the thought of using handcuffs? Because I own a pair. I could restrain you to my bed and do wicked things to you as payment for my time. I could put a cock ring on you and then fuck myself on your hard, long dick and use you until I’m satisfied. And then when I’m done, I might consider letting you come. Maybe.”
“Fuck.” He drew the word out and wrapped his arms around my waist, dragging me closer to him. He stuck a finger into his mouth before he had it at my hole, pushing into me.
One finger barely did anything to me anymore, but when a second went in, I moaned at the stretch. I enjoyed being penetrated because there was something exhilarating about having a cock inside me.
“Or maybe I’d tease you first. Get you hard for me before I spent hours sucking your nipples.” To make a point, I squeezed his right nub, and he hissed at the stimulation of his already sensitive skin. My teeth marks were still evident in the brown flesh. “I’d love nothing more than to have you cuffed while I sucked on these tits for a few hours.”
“What are you doing to me?” he whispered, surging forward to slam his lips against mine. We kissed while he fucked my hole with his fingers and pleasure zipped through me. Having Ross against me was pleasant on its own, but with the added feel of my hole being stretched, desire and the need to get off flooded me.
“That’s the kind of payment I want.” I kissed the corner of his lips again and then reached for a condom square and the lube. Ripping open the wrapper, I smiled at the way his deep brown eyes practically glowed with anticipation. I slid the condom onto his cock and licked my lips as the latex rolled down the rigid flesh until the base nearly reached the root. I pumped the lube into my palm before I jerked his cock, covering it with the liquid for a smooth glide. He groaned at my touches, and I soaked in the sounds. I’d always enjoyed the power I had over him.
Wiping my hand on the couch—I had no patience for anything else—I rose to my knees and guided his cock to my hole. “Are you ready, Mr. Mayor?”
He licked his lips, eyes turning so dark I felt like he was about to become a demon on me. I liked a man who fucked rough, and Ross was one of them. He respected me but fucked me like the whore I was. “Yes.”
I grinned down at him and sank onto his cock. My hole stretched around his width, and we both moaned as I dropped lower and lower until I sat on his lap, his cock wedged firmly inside me. I wriggled, earning a hiss from him. “It’s such a shame we didn’t get to do this earlier.”
“Fuck.” He gripped my hips, nails biting into my skin just like I enjoyed.
I grabbed his face in my hands and slammed my lips against his, kissing his delectable mouth until his hips were moving and he was fucking shallowly into me. Ross had always been eager, though. He never wanted to take things slow, and always liked finding somewhere new to fuck. I also liked that about him. Vanilla sex was boring, but if he was planning on coming back here, I’d make good on my promise to cuff him and spend hours sucking on his nipples.
Because those little pointed tips were something I wanted, and fuck if I shouldn’t have them.
This time, I let him go. I rose to my knees, giving him the space he needed. He took over and spread his legs to get into the right position, and then he was pistoning his cock into my hole like a man possessed. His movements were erratic and needy. I didn’t know if it was the length of his cock or the curve, but he always managed to pound direct hits to that walnut-sized gland inside my ass, making stars burst in front of my eyes.
I held on tightly to the back of the couch near his head, and with every one of his thrusts up, I bounced forward until it wasmynipple in his face—and the sneaky jerk took advantage. He sucked it into his mouth and tugged, hard, and my cock jerked so abruptly I thought it was all over. Tension sizzled through my shaft and I was close to exploding right then and there. It didn’t happen, but only because I had the experience to keep my orgasm at bay. As much as I enjoyed sucking on a man’s tits, I also fucking loved mine being eaten, too, and that’s exactly what Ross was doing.
My heart slammed against my rib cage, my gut swooping with a kind of need I couldn’t remember ever really feeling before. Ross wasn’t just sucking and nibbling on my nubs, he was going to town on them, and between that and his cock, I was a raging mess. Reining in my control was like facing a wild tiger that wanted to eat me—and I knew I was going to lose. I never had a chance. Ross had something to prove, and I was here for it.
“Oh fuck, baby, yeah.” I grabbed a chunk of his hair and yanked the strands, and he groaned. His thrusts grew faster, and every time he hit my prostate, I was getting closer and closer to losing my wad, and by the bastard’s quick grin up at me, he was enjoying every second.
Well, two could play that game. I leaned down to whisper in his ear, “Next time youcometo me, I’m going to cuff you to the bed and own you. Remember what I told you, okay? Cock ring, so you can’t come, and I’m going to ride you like you’re a wild horse. My stallion, only good for mating me with your cum, filling my ass up.”
