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I nodded before realizing there was no way he could see it. “I understand.” A featherlight touch tickled the back of my head. I steeled myself to stay still when every nerve ending in my body was screaming at me to move away.

“What color is it?”

The normality of the question took me by surprise. “Blond.” I had no idea what prompted the lie. It just slipped out. A sudden moment of panic assailed me. Had he asked Tom for someone with specific coloring? If so, my chestnut-brown hair would have met that criteria.

“What about your eyes?”

I hesitated, torn between another lie and the truth. “Blue.” They weren’t. They were brown too. But there in the dark, I decided I could be anyone I wanted to be. Dean might have brown hair and brown eyes, but Danny wanted to be a bit more exotic.

“How tall are you?”

I frowned. What was this, twenty questions? I suddenly felt less guilty for adding three inches onto the truth. “Six foot two.” I braced myself: waiting for him to call me out. Tell me that that wasn’t what he’d asked for, or wasn’t the information provided to him by Tom. His fingers continued to move lightly through my hair, but he didn’t speak. He seemed to have run out of questions.

“You haven’t told me your name. What should I call you?” If he said Sir, I was out of there. Money or no money. The car would just have to stay tucked away in the garage until I got some sort of acting job that earned enough to pay for the MOT.

There was a long pause before he answered. “You can call me Jay.”

I turned my head sideways on the pillow, looking toward the direction where I knew he was sitting. I guessed it was probably time to start doing what I was there for and earn the money, half of which was already in the pocket of my discarded jeans. After all, the sooner I started, the sooner it would be over. “Jay. Okay. What do you need, Jay? I could…”

He shushed me halfway through my spiel. “I just need you to lie there. I just want to touch. To start with anyway.”

His hand moved from my hair to my shoulder. I couldn’t help it, I stiffened…and not in a good part of my body. The whisper became more soothing. “You’re really tense. Relax. I’m not going to do anything you don’t want me to do.”

My words came out in a rush. “It’s the dark. I mean, I knew it would be dark. Tom said it would be. But, not like this. Not this dark. I’m not used to it.”

“Sorry. But it’s…” Whatever he’d been going to say, he apparently thought better of. He left the sentence unfinished, his fingers finally moving from my hair to trace a delicate trail over my arms and shoulders before moving to my back. I squirmed when they dipped beneath me, grazing over my ribs and brushing my nipples. I hadn’t realized he was leaning over me, until the whisper came from close to my ear. “You’ve got a great body.”

I didn’t respond. What were you meant to say to a comment like that, thanks? The hands moved down to my lower back, almost massaging. I was starting to feel a buzz of arousal at the thorough exploration. In the dark, there was nothing else to think about, apart from what the man’s hands were doing and where they would move to next. There were no distractions, no visuals I could concentrate on. Nothing. I bit my lip as the touch moved gradually closer to my ass, his fingers skimming over the firm globes before moving down to my calves. He spent an inordinate amount of time mapping them before doing the same to my thighs. Finally, his hands settled back on my ass, kneading the firm flesh. “Spread your legs.”

I did as he asked without hesitation, my semi-hard cock rubbing pleasurably against the sheets with the movement. The fingers dipped down between my spread thighs, tracing the outline of my balls, before moving over my ass crack and brushing my hole. They danced away again, almost before I’d registered the touch. “Can I touch you there? Is that okay? I want to put my fingers inside you.”

I stifled a moan at the idea. My dick liking the thought a great deal as it started to throb uncomfortably. “Yes.” The one-word answer was all I could manage. I heard a drawer open, unsure how he was capable of finding it in the dark. Something cool dripped between the cheeks of my ass. I spread my legs wider. Fingertips returned to my opening, coating themselves in the lube. The tip of a finger pushed briefly inside before, just as quickly, withdrawing. When it returned, it moved deeper and I shifted restlessly, wanting more. Sparks shot up my spine when he crooked his finger and massaged my prostate. An audible moan cut through the darkness and silence. It took a moment to register the noise had come from me. My cheeks flamed and I was suddenly glad of the darkness to hide my embarrassment. The finger began to move. I bit the pillow, unwilling to let any more evidence of just how much I was enjoying it escape.

“Do you like this, Danny?”

Who the hell was Danny? Right, me! I was meant to be Danny. Only problem was, I wasn’t acting. Not even a little bit. So, it was Dean lying on a bed with a complete stranger’s finger up his ass. A man who could be absolutely anyone. The thought should have been sobering. Should have made me want to leap off the bed and get the hell out of there. Instead, it enflamed me further.

Receiving no answer, the man slid his free hand underneath my body, palming my fully erect cock. I assumed that was more than enough proof for him, that, yes, I was enjoying it. Much more than I should have been. He slowly introduced another finger, the stretch serving to heighten the sensations as he continued the rhythmic rubbing.

The stimulation went on and on. I stopped bothering to hide my moans and pushed back against his fingers, trying to embed them deeper. Trying to get enough friction to come. I was so close. “More. I need more. Jay, please!” I whined as the fingers withdrew completely, frustration hitting me like a sledgehammer. Panting, I listened, desperately trying to work out what was going on. I didn’t have to wait long. A rustling sound of a condom being opened was closely followed by something much larger than a finger pressing against my hole. I relaxed, greedily accepting the cock as it pushed inside, not stopping until it was balls deep. Hands moved to grip my hips, pulling my ass deeper onto the thick cock. Blissfully full, I began to beg incoherently; each deep thrust driving me closer to the edge.

“Stroke your cock. Come for me, Danny.” There was that bloody name again. The reminder that it wasn’t someone I’d picked up at a bar. I wormed my hand underneath me, barely managing two strokes before my whole body shook with an intense gut-wrenching orgasm. Still shaking, I was barely aware of the man groaning as he reached his own climax deep inside my ass. He withdrew and the bed shifted immediately, signaling his rapid departure from it, like he couldn’t wait to put some distance between us. I was left wondering what I’d done wrong.

The voice, when it came, was still a whisper. It was back on the other side of the room. “I need you to leave now.”

“Now? Can I…” I wasn’t even sure how I intended to finish that sentence. Stay longer. Not be treated like a whore, which was ridiculous considering that was exactly the role I’d just done. Have some idea who’d just fucked my brains out. Not be thrown out two seconds after coming.

“Yes. Now.”

I clambered off the bed, my legs still trembling. If I’d ever had an orgasm that good before, I couldn’t remember when it was or how long ago it had been.

“Take your clothes with you. Get dressed outside the door.”

I made the same series of slow steps toward the door I’d made on the way in. It felt like hours ago. In reality, it was probably no more than about twenty minutes. My outstretched arms made contact with the wall and I stooped down to pick up the armful of clothes, feeling about on the floor to make sure I hadn’t missed anything. Stupidly, it hurt to be so summarily dismissed. I don’t know what I’d expected, but it wasn’t that.

“Danny?”

I turned back toward the voice. “Yes?” Was he going to change his mind? Apologize for being so hasty? Ask me to stay?