I didn’t get a chance to do much of this on our first date, so I start with the intention of taking my time. Licking the length of him, I leave wet, teasing kisses along the skin as I search for the areas that will drive him crazy. It doesn’t take me long to discover the place where his shaft meets his balls is the most sensitive. As soon as I brush my tongue over the spot, every single one of his muscles tenses under me.
Smiling, I let out a contemplative hum as I do it again. The vibration only drives him crazier, his hands turning to fists by his sides.
“You can touch me, you know,” I purr, moving my touch up to the head of his cock. “Unless you’re planning to make up rules again?”
He looks down at me, his pupils blown completely black. “I don’t think there’s a man alive that could fight the temptation to touch you.”
And yet, he still doesn’t reach for me. After a moment, I take his hands and gently lead them to my head, smiling when they immediately sink into my hair.
Then I start to suck him.
It takes three strokes to get his entire length in my mouth, and with each one, Nico’s hands tighten in my hair. By the time the head of his cock is tickling the back of my throat, he’s groaning like he’s in pain.
“Shit, Red. Your mouth is the sweetest thing I’ve ever— Oh, fuck.Fuck.”
His words cut off when I take him deep into my mouth again, pausing long enough to brush my tongue over that sensitive spot underneath.
Suddenly, my head is being lifted. When I look up, Nico’s chest is heaving, and his eyes are crazed. Still holding the sides of my face, he gasps, “I’ve never wanted to come so quick in mylife.”
I smile, my hand drifting over to his cock so I can loosely stroke it. “You can, you know. You can come as many times as you want.”
There’s no limit to how many orgasms you can have in the hour you pay me for.
Iwantto remind Nico that I’m an escort. To establish boundaries, keep things clearer and easier—Ishouldremind him.
But at the same time, the idea of interrupting this moment makes my stomach twist. I like the way I’m feeling too much to stay logical right now.
So, I don’t say it. But I wonder if Nico still sees it, because suddenly, there’s a look of determination in his eyes. And then he’s flipping me onto my back and covering my body with his.
“You first,” he murmurs, pressing his lips to my neck and laving kisses along the skin.
I let out a happy sigh and bare my neck for more kisses. “Fine by me.”
Although I am very much planning onnotcoming.
I know some escorts who prefer to orgasm with their clients; in their minds, if they’re having sex, they might as well be enjoying it. But for me, I have a rule for exactly the opposite. Without an orgasm, it’s easier to differentiate between “real” sex and “work” sex.
Not that I’ve had any “real” sex since moving to the city.
With clients, it’s all about faking orgasms and focusing entirely on their pleasure. With personal intimacy, I can be selfish with my pleasure. The clear-cut boundary between the two is my orgasm.
Until Nico.
I didn’t plan on coming the last time I slept with him. In fact, I specifically tried to steer away from it. When I got close whilehe was touching me, I changed positions and guided him to a new rhythm. I thought I was safe.
I underestimated him.
The second he slid inside me, he went right back to the same touch as before. And with his size, and me already more turned on than I’ve ever been, I didn’t stand a chance of stopping the orgasm he was determined to fuck out of me. Clear-cut boundaries be damned.
This time, I’m not making the same mistake. There will be no orgasms tonight. I’m determined to keep that distance between us.
“Can I—” Nico’s voice shakes me from my thoughts. He’s still pressing kisses along my neck and shoulder, still lying with his weight completely on top of me. “Can I taste you?”
A small chuckle slips out of me. “Baby, you can do anything you want to me.”
I feel the vibration of his unhappy growl as he lifts up to look down at me. “Don’t say that. I’masking.”
I can’t help but soften at the earnestness of his expression. Placing my hand against his cheek, I nod my answer. “Iwantyou to taste me,” I whisper. And I mean it.
