3
Darcy
“Do whatever you want.”It was difficult to force the words past my lips. I tilted my hips higher to let him know he could have me, giving up as much of my control as I could. This wasn’t supposed to be about me. I was basically fucking up every code a professional lived by. The customer was the focus of any encounter. If it hurt for me and was unpleasant the entire time, oh well. It was my issue to deal with.
But he sent a crooked smile in my direction, like maybe he hadn’t heard all about everything he should think and feel and do, according to the thousand-and-one rules for sex work I’d memorized over the years. My eyelids fluttered closed, and I flopped back against the bed as he pulsed his fingers against my prostate. Tendrils of soft delight twisted through my body and tensed my muscles even more as I strained to try to reach the feeling. I shivered and tried to relax into the tingly excitement, but it still hurt as much as it felt good because my asshole and the muscles surrounding it simply would not unknot.
The pressure and pain in my hole was allmyfault. I’d heard the discussions time and again, about all the things a professional needed to do in order to have a pleasant experience with a large cock, but talking and doing were two separate things.
And this was only his fingers, besides. I rubbed my hand over my forehead. So much about what was happening was amazing. He leaned up and sucked the head of my cock again, tongue pushing at my foreskin, and I almost bowed off the bed with the rush of pleasure. I rested a hand on his shoulder, and he sucked me down farther into the wet heat. I wanted more—too much.
Plenty about this felt good, but I could not stop imagining his huge cock splitting me wide open. And the worst part was that I was supposed to be pleasing him, and he was destroying me with his lips and tongue. He sucked on the bell of my cock and it made my thighs shake. I couldn’t hold still.
The client, the client, it’s about the client. Fuck, this is so much better than I ever dreamed. No wonder people pay for it.“Why don’t you just… fuck me?”
He smirked and danced his fingers over my abs. “No way I’ll get in here yet. You have to let go a little.”
I nodded, then realized I was being stupid. “I’m trying.”
There appeared to be something on his mind as he pursed his lips, not that I had any idea what it could be. He buried his fingers deep in me, and I winced, but then he put his thumb under my balls and rubbed there. With soft brushes of his lips to my skin, he made his way along my leg until he rested his cheek on my knee. My ass began to ache less as he massaged that spot under my balls more firmly. My cock surged, and the wave of lust that slammed me stunned my tongue until all I could do was groan.
“That’s it. Get ready for me. I’m going in there.” He dropped a wet kiss on my thigh, and I moaned, trying to do as he said. I shoved my feet into the bed and rocked with his hand, and that had his smile growing wider. He pressed harder with his thumb as he circled it under my sack, and I was shocked at the slow swell of gentle pleasure that pulsed along the underside of my shaft from the root of my cock.
“Hitting my prostate?” I tried to think about what he was doing to me and break it down, but he bent forward and licked my cockhead, destroying my concentration.
“You’re doing too much talking,” he said in an amused tone against my straining, needy cock as he eased a third finger into my hole. My breath caught and my body fought the intrusion.
He felt around on the blankets, and I realized he was looking for the lube. Hand shaking, I slid the bottle under his fingers, and he grunted as he picked it up. The chill as he squirted more lube on his fingers surprised me, although it was nothing compared to the forceful way he fucked them deeper into my ass. Pain twinged through my gut, my cock bobbed, and I swore and sucked in my breath. Nothing seemed to be getting looser with the extra lube, though it did feel better than when he’d started. My cock twitched when he brushed his fingers over my prostate on the inside while he was still putting pressure on it from the outside, and I rocked harder against his hand.
“I’m good,” I murmured. “Just do it.”
He bumped his cheek against my knee and laughed. “Yeah? Are you sure?”
I nodded, realized it was a useless gesture I absolutely couldn’t stop myself from doing, then said, “You’re wasting your time if you wait around for me.”
He frowned and eased his fingers out of my hole. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
With a burst of energy, I wriggled on the bed until I could wrap my fingers around his cock, condom and all. My hands were average for a man of my size, or at least I’d always thought so, and he filled my fist. “I’d say that’s more a wish than a reality.”
He laughed and pushed me back flat onto the bed again. “You’re too practical for your own good sometimes.”
“Yet just practical enough for everyone else’s good,” I fired back, happy to be battling with him this way. “Fantasies don’t solve problems.”
“I don’t know. You’re my fantasy and you’re solving the only problem I care about. The one of how hard will I come while fucking you.” He leaned forward and growled out the last word in my ear. My face exploded with heat. Why did he have to keep saying things like that? I hated it. My stomach fluttered with warmth that had me squirming on the spot.
“Is that so?”
He slid his hands along my thighs and shoved forward on his knees until my legs were obscenely hooked over his muscled arms and he was between them. I clasped his delicious biceps as he muscled forward and bent my body. When he slid his hands to the backs of my knees and parted my legs wider, I gasped. My breathing grew shallower from the strained angle, and my cock waved almost in my own face. I felt exposed and ready to be used.
He nipped a love bite onto my right thigh and cleared his throat. “If we’re going to do this, you’re going to have to—”
“I know how. Trust me, I could write you a whole book. I just haven’t had practice.” He let out a thinking sound that made me irritated on a transcendental level. “Go ahead and fuck me.”
“Anyone ever tell you that you’re demanding?” He shot me a winsome smile that made me want to shove him off. I put my hands on his hard pecs and grasped at the muscles instead. They were so peak performance. Hard as rocks. His nipples were pebbled, and I liked the way his breath sped up when I brushed my thumbs over them. I hadn’t ever explored a man this way, and my cock twitched and pulsed with an exciting surge of electric tingles that had me sucking in my breath. I massaged my hands along the tops of his pecs and out over his shoulders. “Darcy, I asked you a question.”
“Uh… what was it?” I mumbled, feeling stunned by the hard, masculine planes of his body.
“That feels good. Don’t stop.”
