I shrugged and jerked my hands up to my sides. “I was always paying, so I was always fucking. It’s fun. I never saw the point of doing anything painful.”
“Oh, it’s not painful if the person you’re with does things right.” He leaned in and nipped at my chin. The heat of his mouth on me after so long had my stomach tingling.
“Yeah, I don’t buy that at all.”
“Don’t be boring now, Ross. It’s the worst thing someone can be. I kept you as a client longer than anyone else. You’re all I’ve got right now. I’ve beenwaitingfor you to get out.” He stepped in until his warm, muscular body pushed against mine from chest to knee. It was amazing, and I sighed into the small kiss he pecked on my lips.
“Did you….” I swallowed hard enough that my throat hurt. “Do people pay you to fuck them?”
The corner of Stormy’s mouth kicked up and his eyes twinkled with amusement. All at once, in spite of the fact that I was older than him, I felt like a stupid kid. “People paid me to do a lot of things. A lot of kinky, fucked-up things, and a lot of sweet things. Mostly never exactly what I wanted, but it was fun. And interesting.”
I thumped my head back against the door. “Wow. The humiliation is complete. Not only am I a publicly ridiculed loser without a job, now I’m fucking boring in bed, too?”
Stormy giggled. “I never said that. But I haven’t forgotten what you said to me, either, the last time we were together. I knew you were walking out of jail into troubles. And I knew you might not find yourself with a good place to land. I have a proposition for you. You like shady deals, don’t you, Ross?”
This did not sound good, and the gleam in his eyes was the same kind Agosti’d had when he marched me to an actual jail cell. Stormy had something over me, and I’d had about enough of that to last a lifetime. “Vane might let me stay at his place. I haven’t asked yet.”
“You know he won’t.”
“My dad—”
“I knew your dad wouldn’t want you in the house. I sent River.”
Sweat beaded on my neck and trickled down my spine. My heart kicked up. I kind of liked the trapped feeling more than I should. My cock chubbed, and I took deep breaths of Stormy’s sweetness. “What are you thinking?”
“You don’t like to fuck unless you’re paying.” He leaned against me, and his eyes closed as his lips parted. With a thrust of his hips, he nestled his firm cock against mine. Fuck, he was hard, too. “I’m going to make you pay any way I can. You’re going to do whatever I say, whenever I say it. Take me out. Do whatever I want.”
“I—”
He rested a finger across my lips. “You’re going to bend over for me, Ross, and you’re going to scream for me, and you’re going to fucking pay with your body until you can move out of here again. Until you pay me back in full. Does it really matter how you pay, so long as there’s a price?” He opened his eyes wide and I got lost staring into the darkness of his pupils. My heart tripped all over itself.
“Uh….” I swallowed hard and tried to think around the excitement gathering low in my stomach that fueled my growing hard-on. “No? A price is a price. I don’t know about this. I….” He rolled his hips against mine and the stab of pleasure that rocked through me destroyed my thoughts. “Fuck.”
Stormy smiled. “Oh, don’t look so scared. I’m not evil.”
“You’re so hot I don’t care if youare.”
His laugh was genuine and warm this time, and I relaxed. “Have a shower, and then you’re taking me out. I’m bored. That can be your first order of business. I’m not even sure what I’m going to call you, Ross. You’re my servant for a while. My sex slave.” He leaned in, and I sighed into the soft kiss he laid across my lips. He went up on tiptoe, and I wrapped my arms around him and dragged him tight to me. He smiled his way out of our kiss, and I was staring stupidly back at him for too long before my brain kicked in again.
“Stormy… what happens when I’m on my feet?”
He walked his fingers along my shoulder and then tapped my chin. “We go back to the way things were. You can pay me with cold hard cash. You get to have your oh-so-titillating quasi-public fucks, if you’re still brave enough to do that after all this. I’ll go back to my smorgasbord of cock, just the way I like it. All’s well that ends with dick, right?”
“How can I take you out if I have no money?”
Stormy’s narrow-eyed headshake had me feeling stupid. “Oh, I didn’t mean you had to pay, love bug. I just meant you’ll escort me. I haven’t wanted to draw any attention to myself, since we were sticking to the boyfriend story. I’ve stayed in like a good little hermit, pining after his one and only cock, and now I wanna go out. I want it all. Shopping. My hair needs to be done so fucking bad.”
“It’s punk rock. I like it.”
“Aww.” He batted my chest with the back of his hand. “Aren’t you just the sweetest. I hate going by myself. I used to have a client who liked to sit and watch me get worked over at the salon. He’d be hard as a rock, trying to hide it under a magazine. The girls at Do-North thought it was hysterical. They dished about that to everyone else who went in there, believe me. Dinner. Out or in, so long as I don’t make it. I can’t stand one more meal I put together myself. I’m a good cook, but ugh. You know?”
I was almost knocked out by the rush of words. “Seriously? Were you always this high-maintenance?” I was feeling overwhelmed, but things could probably be worse.
“Yes. Why do you think I had so many men?” He huffed. “But first… I want a cookie.”
“Uh….” I glanced around. “We didn’t stop anywhere for—”
“Shirt. Off.” He stepped back and crossed his arms, staring me down.
