“Really? Okay.” It took almost no time at all to shrug off my suit coat and drop it, and then my shirt was next. I tugged the material from my pants, and when it was unbuttoned, I tossed it onto the coat before I leaned back against the cool wood of the front door.
Stormy let out an appreciative hum. “Wow, is prison a workout cruise or what?”
“I had nothing better to do.”
He drew lines over my abs with his fingertips, and I sighed as a pleasant rush of tingles flashed out and raised goose bumps on my arms. I wasn’t ready, though, when he stepped in and attacked my right nipple. I hissed as he nipped with his teeth and then sucked away the sting. He sank his teeth in lightly, and the pleasure-pain that flashed to my cock, like it was connected by a live electric wire, had me groaning. “Shit.”
He bit hard enough that I knew anything I wore later would rub against the spot and drive me crazy all night. I whined and knocked my head back. I didn’t have it in me to shove him off because the pain was somehow better than I’d imagined it could be. He let go and smirked. I wanted to kiss his spit-shiny lips. “Your clothes are here. I’ll set something out for you while you get the prison stank off.”
“I don’t know about this. I just want to pay you.”
His eyes practically glowed with delight. “Oh, you will. We’re bartering, but I expect a fair exchange of services. You’re going toentertainme. That’s why I was at the Courtesan, Ross. I had nothing I had to do, only things I wanted to do. I don’t need the money. I don’t need anything, except something that will keep me interested. And you ruined it for me. I’ve had two months of being pent up and stuck in this apartment. Trust me, you’re going to feel like you earnedevery minuteof this roof over your head. Go shower.” He stood back and slid a look over me from the tips of my shoes to the top of my head. I’d never felt so objectified in my life.
I fucking loved it. “I just got out of jail an hour ago.”
“Trust me, I don’t care.” He raised a hand in my direction, and I got the feeling he might have slapped me if I’d said anything else. “I’ve been bored for nearly as long as you’ve been gone. This cock is the last one I’ve seen.” He stepped in and gave me a good squeeze that had my eyes slipping shut. My stomach coiled with the pleasure, and I wanted his mouth on me. “And you better make the fucking frustration of my very valuable time being spent as a good boy worth my while.”
“O-okay.” Excited and actually kind of worried, I went off in the direction he pointed. It had been a while and I had to search around, but as soon as I found the bathroom, I hustled inside and then closed and locked the door behind me. What insanity had I landed myself in?
8
Lane
In my boredomof two long, sexless months while Ross had been in prison, I’d shopped a lot, mostly online. I’d bought new furniture, sex toys, shoes, and even clothes for Ross. I didn’t have anyexpectationsfor him, but the moment he walked through that door, I’d known he still wanted me—cravedme—and the man got off on having to pay whores. It only made sense he’d be turned on by the idea of paying me with his body. I’d spent enough time around men to understand what they wanted, and Ross was one of my favorite clients. I probably knew him best.
So, while he was in the bathroom, I pulled out a pair of pants and shirt I’d bought him, as well as underwear and shoes, the kind I knew he wore and would look nice on a night out. The shirt was striped black, white, and tan, while the pants were the same tan from the shirt. The shoes were a light brown, too, and the underwear plain blues and grays, because as much as I wanted to get fancy with them, I wasn’t sure if Ross would appreciate me buying manties, let alone making him wear lacy briefs that saidSuck Here.
I smiled at the sound of the guest-bathroom door opening in the hallway outside my room. “I’m in the bedroom.”
His footsteps pattered lightly before he made an appearance at the threshold of my door, wearing nothing but my favorite fluffy pink towel wrapped around his waist. He flushed, glancing down at himself with a shrug. “It was the only one on the rack. I hope you don’t mind.”
I grinned and sashayed over to him, making an effort to put an extra swing in my hips, exactly how he liked it. When I reached him, I laid a hand on the warm skin of his chest right above his heart, so I could feel thethump-thumpof it beneath my palm. “You can use whatever you want while you’re here. You are my sexy boy toy after all.”
Need flashed in those brown eyes of his, and he stepped in closer, gaining some of the confidence he’d had before he went to prison. When he placed a hand on my hip, I raised my eyebrows, challenging him to take what he wanted. The hesitation was still there, a glimmer that flashed in his eyes, so I took the lead. I grabbed his shoulders and dragged him against me, slamming my lips against his.
He groaned into my mouth and seized my hips, squeezing in a way that made my cock twitch. I’d missed his touch, and it’d been too long since I had a man against me. Even though I wasn’t selling my body while he was in prison, I could have found a man to spend time with me, but I didn’t want to. Ross was on my mind, how he’d gone tojailfor me. Well, it wasn’t completely for me, but he could have sold me out, and he might not have gotten any inside time at all.
I cupped his cheek and deepened the kiss, and he leaned into me, trying to gain the upper hand—but that wasn’t going to happen. For the first time, I was in control. I wasn’t going to let him take that from me. I clutched at his hair, yanking it back in a way I knew would hurt his scalp, and he hissed.
Nipping at his bottom lip, I smiled sweetly. “Don’t forget who’s in charge now, love bug.”
He licked at the bruised skin on his mouth and grinned back. “You planned this all along.”
I laughed and gestured to the clothes on the bed. “For you.”
Cocking his head, he stepped forward and reached out to touch the fabric of the shirt; soft and smooth, which was the only reason I’d bought it in the first place. I liked a gentle shirt on my skin, a whisper of cotton that felt like a kiss every time it moved, and I’d have no less for him. “You bought me new clothes?”
“Your old ones are in storage, but I thought you needed new ones.” I shrugged. “Fashion’s a bitch. She keeps on marching.”
“Am I a kept man now? You’ll dress me, too?” His voice dropped a notch, and I glanced at him, studying his face carefully. The last thing I wanted was to upset him, but with the way desire encompassed his expression, it was slowly becoming clear he’d be anything I asked him to be.
Interesting.
“I prefer the term houseboy.” I tweaked his nipple, the same one I’d already had in my mouth today, and he hissed again, baring his teeth at me when I twisted the nub. He stepped closer, his chubby cock pressing into my thigh. “Do you want to be my houseboy, Ross? Clean the house for me while I bring home the bacon? Be my sex slave, ready with your cock or ass when I want them?”
He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing with the movement, and he scraped his teeth over his bottom lip as though he was taking the time to think about the suggestion. But we both knew he wanted this as much as I did.
He cleared his throat. “I need to find a job.”
