‘So you’re an escort who swings both ways?’
‘Ah, I’m afraid not. And I only ever have one client on the go at a time.’
‘A loyal escort?’
‘More like a dog with a bone.’ I fail to resist a comic crotch-grab.
‘It’s certainly a.. . a sizable bone.’ From her position, her eyes flick to the area in question. And maybe this is the worst idea I’ve ever had, but I don’t think so. And even if it was, it’s a bit late now. I’ve had my mouth on her already, and now it’s my cock’s turn.
‘You just keep using those adjectives, hen. Big and hot and hard.’ Not that she needs to. I have a naked girl splayed out in front of me. I couldn’t get any bigger, or harder, and it’s been a while.
‘I said no such thing.’
‘Sizable is just a posher version of the compliment.’ I give the elastic of my pjs a tug, pulling them a little lower as I play my part well. At this point, she doesn’t really believe I’m a male escort, but it both behoves and suits me to play along. After all, she’s my guest, and we Scots take our hosting responsibilities very seriously. Especially with the bonny ones. ‘Darlin’, it would be unprofessional of me, not to mention rude, to deprive you of the full service.’ And with that, I slide one side slowly down to my hip, the firm swell of one arse cheek now somewhat visible.
‘You’re just a big tease, aren’t you?’
I repeat the process at the other side with a big smile. ‘Let’s see. I kissed you, and you sighed. I touched you and—’
‘I cried out.’
‘I licked you until you begged. All that leaves now is to fuck you until you scream.’
‘I do like a man who takes pride in his work.’
‘Oh, and I do. All you need to tell me is what you want from me.’
‘Want?’
‘Yep. Spell it out for me, Isobel. Tell me what you need.’
Her eyes watch my hands almost avidly, her teeth marking her bottom lip. I suddenly want her teeth on me. Those lips sliding along my length. In the meantime, I’ll make do with my hand as I slip it under the waistband and pull my cock free. It feels hot and hard as I curl my fist around my shaft.
‘I want that . . . you.’
‘Yeah? But you’ll need to do a wee bit better than that.’ Her expression clouds with confusion. ‘I want you to tell me where. How.’
As the adage goes, the quiet ones are usually the worst. Not that she’s been particularly quiet since she arrived. But I sense a little reticence as she watches as I work myself. She’s comfortable watching, but I want—crave—her participation. I run my hand along my shaft, engulfing the wide tip in my fist. Her teeth loosen on her lip, her fingertip running over the pale indent.
‘Here. I want you here. And here,’ she utters suddenly as, thanks be to all that is holy, she palms her gorgeous tits and, as an encore, runs a fingertip through the tightly created valley.
‘You have to say the words, darlin’.’
‘And I want you in my mouth.’
‘Thereisa fucking Santa Claus,’ I growl, tightening my grip.
‘And I want you here.’ Her sultry gaze on mine, she trails a finger down her body, dipping it into her slit. As though the tiny invasion was unexpected, she sighs, throwing back her head.
‘Santa’s come early.’ I grunt and place my knee on the sofa next to her. ‘And if his little elf doesn’t stop being a tease, he’ll won’t be the only one. No, I’m kidding,’ I add as she makes to move her hands from her pussy. ‘Don’t stop. Don’t you dare.’
‘You missed your calling,’ she says with a soft sigh. ‘You should’ve been in comedy.’
‘The only thing I hear calling is the need to be between your legs.’
Something changes in that instant, and comedy hour is over. We’re all about business now. She can see it and so can I. It’s in the languid way she parts her legs. It’s in the softness of her sighs. It’s in the way I strip out of my pyjama pants, procuring a condom with shaking fingers from my wallet on the end table.
I’m no prostitute, and I’m no teenager either, but I can’t ever recall wanting something as badly as this. The way she appeared in my bedroom—her near constant verbal push to my shove. If I had to think about it any longer, I’m sure I’d convince myself she’s not fucking real.Because who gets this lucky?I think, staring down at this gorgeous, unexpected gift.
