Disclaimer: S. Myer owns all, but what I wouldn't give for a Jasper of my very own-sigh.
A/N-First, thank YOU to everyone that read, reviewed chapter one, here is some Epov for you, let's see what he has been up to in the windy city…
As of right now, all Jpov chapters will be written by me, and Epov will be expertly handled by Dannie (Domward's Mistress). All chapters will be posted on both of our profiles.
More A/N at the end.
Working hard for the money… so hard for it, honey….
"**~~**"
Epov
Socks. Underwear. Undershirts. Belts. Deodorant.
Lying in bed with the silk sheets tangled around my legs from my tossing and turning, I ran through the list of items that were in my suitcase for the third time, going through my mental checklist to make sure I hadn't forgotten to pack anything.
Ipod. Charger. Razor. Aftershave. Cologne.
As I had requested, my suits and dress shirts had already been sent to Seattle. I didn't want to have to deal with the extra unpacking. I had also requested that Bella have my tuxedo pressed and pleated for me in case I had to attend a black tie event.
I really hoped I didn't.
Floss. Hairbrush. Mouthwash. Toothbrush. Shaving cream.
If the partners held a black tie event, I would be expected to bring a date which, no matter how much pre-planning I did, I wouldn't happen. A date would mean that I would actually have to meet someone outside of work, and a real date would mean coming out to the entire world, which was something I could never do.
Sighing, I glanced over at the clock on my table. It was two minutes until that time. That time when I would get up and face yet another day of pretending to be someone I wasn't. Sure, I was the business man at the top of my game. I was good. I knew it and so did everyone else.
Yet, it was all a façade. One I made in order to please those close, and not so close, to me. I lived the lie life to please my father, it was always his dream to have me follow in his footsteps, and honestly, I loved my work.
What I didn't love was having absolutely no life outside of my career. I had learned to accept it, realizing it was probably for the best as being openly gay in my work wasn't nearly as accepted as everyone made it out to be. If anyone had found out I was gay, everything my father had worked years to build could potentially come crashing down around him.
And there was no way I would let that happen.
Besides, it's not like I had any time for a relationship anyway. Well, with anything other than my hand.
Speaking of…
Sure enough, as soon as the numbers flipped to 5:30, the alarm blared and I hit the top of the mirrored box with my hand. Untangling the red satin sheet from my body, I swung my legs over and worked out the kinks before heading for the shower.
Walking into my expansive bathroom, I stripped out my briefs and tossed them into the hamper. Noticing it was getting full, I made a mental note to let Lucy know that the laundry needed to be done while I was gone.
After the water had warmed up, I opened the glass door and climbed in the roomy shower. I shampooed my hair and left in a deep conditioner while I shaved and washed my body. Sticking my head under the steady stream of steaming water, I tilted my head back and rinsed the conditioner from my hair. Shaking my head, the water sprayed from me, splattering on the walls.
I placed one hand on the smooth gray marble and mindlessly my other hand went to my cock, gradually stroking away the limpness, replacing it with a pulse that sent a charge through my body. It was the small pleasure I gained from pleasing myself.
This was one of the many things in my life that was perfunctory. I did it because…well, because I had to. The last thing I wanted was to be giving a presentation to the board and have the cute delivery boy come in and make me sport wood.
That would not be good.
So, to avoid such embarrassment, I took care of myself every two or three days. I knew it was odd. Most guys were at least once a day, but not me.
It was another sign of my busy life, not only did I not have time for a relationship; I barely had time for my own hand. I couldn't even contrive the pleasure of masturbating in bed. No, I had to do the deed in the shower, like the rest of my life, killing two birds with one stone.
I was the prince of multitasking.
The water streamed down my back as my grip around my cock tightened. Concentrating on what would help me reach my goal the quickest, I pictured a blond man on his knees before me, his full lips wrapped around my cock while his head bobbed up and down. I could practically feel the vibrations of his moans as my hands weaved through his curly hair. Occasionally, I had wondered why I had always chosen a curly-haired the blond boy, and eventually had figured it was because it was what brought my orgasm to me the quickest.
Even my sounds were practically silent, hidden from no one, yet everyone. Biting my lip, I hung my head forward and watched my hand making a quick pace over myself.
Blond hair, waves, blue eyes, lush lips.
As the image struck me with incredible clarity, I felt the warmth spread and my balls began to tighten. With a quiet grunt, I came harder than usual, my orgasm hitting me with an intensity I rarely experienced. White streams shot from me onto the shower floor as my body was wrecked with spasms that traveled through it at a blazing pace.
Gasping, I released my softening cock and leaned my forehead against the wall. When my breathing had returned to normal, I rinsed off one last time before getting out. Grabbing a towel from the warmer, I dried off and tied it around my hips.
I heard my phone ringing from the next room and glanced at the bathroom clock.
Six-thirty in the morning and I was already getting calls from work. I let it go to voicemail and continued getting ready for another day.
A day just like all the others.
An hour later I exited the building, my briefcase in one hand, my Blackberry in the other, I nodded to the doorman and headed straight for the black car waiting in front of the building.
"Morning Mr. Cullen," Felix greeted me as I got into the backseat.
"How are you today, Felix?" I asked as I started replying to an email on my phone.
"I'm well, sir, and you?"
"Very well, thank you."
That ended our conversation. It was the same every morning. It wasn't that I didn't like him. Felix had been with the company for three years and was always pleasant, more importantly, he did his job without complaint. Our relationship had just never extended beyond our daily morning greeting and a Christmas bonus in December.
It was just another person in my life, someone that filled up the day but never filled the void.
I had few in my life that I could count on to be there for me. There was Bella, my assistant who knew me as well I knew myself; from how I took my coffee, to what kind of underwear I preferred. After having done most of my holiday shopping for me, she knew my family as well. My father often included Bella in our gatherings as her family lived in Washington and she was alone in Chicago. Wonderful at anticipating my needs, she was a blessing to have with my schedule.
And of course, there was my father.
After all, he was the reason I was in Chicago to begin with. In high school, like all teens, I had had big dreams of exploring my passion in college and then moving away to fulfill my dreams.
Instead, I went to college at Dartmouth, got my master's in business and immediately went to work for my father's company. I don't know why I ever thought I would have done something different, as I look back on my life, I realized I had been groomed to be my father's successor since the day I was born.
From elementary school, to the French tutors, to the private high school and Ivy League college, it was in my blood to run Cullen Pharmaceuticals.
It was my destiny. My dream of being a pianist was just that…a dream.
The drive to the office was only about twenty minutes without traffic; however, there was not a day that we didn't sit bumper to bumper for over an hour with all the other robots on their way to put in their time. As Felix maneuvered us through the rush hour traffic, I answered a few emails and returned a few calls.
As we passed by the impressive skyscrapers, their height casting long shadows over the streets, I didn't think about the day ahead, but rather nothing at all. I was on cruise control, my body and mind going through motions, getting the job done, and done well.
My heart, however, was never where I was. It was out there searching for its soul mate, for its passion, the one that would make it worth beating another day for. While my mind had given up on finding true love, accepting my fate with a realist's thoughts, my heart refused to do so.
Unfortunately, I was a firm believer in mind over matter, and my heart was a lost cause, another causality of the battle I fought daily.
My phone rang and I hit the button "I'm on my way, Bella." She reminded me of an early appointment, and what time my flight was. "Yes, I realize that. I will be there in ten minutes."
Hanging up, I realized that maybe going out to Seattle for a week wouldn't be so bad. Perhaps the change of scenery would do me some good. Perhaps I could explore the Seattle nightlife a bit.
All work and no play make Edward a dull boy.
Who was I kidding? That was my life, all work and no play and I was a dull boy.
Felix pulled up in front of our building, got out and opened my door.
"Have a good day, Mr. Cullen," he tipped his head as I got out.
"You too," I relied automatically before heading into the huge high rise.
My heels clicked on the marble floor in the lobby, Bella was waiting for me by the front desk with my coffee in hand. She was a beautiful girl, tall in her heels, her shapely body always dressed to show off her assets, long brown hair stylishly pulled up, and large, honest brown eyes.
"Morning, Edward," she chuckled, handing me the coffee. "Sleep well?"
"Morning, Bella. How was your date last night?" I ignored her question and asked one of my own. As she fell in step next to me on the way to the elevator, she had her Blackberry out and was scrolling through the calendar.
"It was good, thanks for asking," she glanced up at me, debating on whether or not to give me more details. "Your first appointment is in twenty minutes, I have already set the presentation our on the table, and have called to confirm. Also, I have upgraded the room in Seattle to a suite. I thought you'd be more comfortable."
"Thank you," I barely got in before she was continuing.
"Sam called from ISM and rescheduled the meeting, but sent over the paperwork for you to look over, and it's on your desk. There are two meetings after lunch, both are ready to go. I called your maid, informed her of your trip, and took care of her birthday present as well." She finally stopped, taking a deep breath.
"Thanks, Bella, I appreciate it." I meant it, I did appreciate her hard work, I couldn't have asked for a better assistant.
The doors opened and we both walked out, turning right toward our offices. Walking through the glass doors, I was not surprised to see Mr. Yorkie already scampering in my direction. He had a tendency for the dramatics and would take a simple phone call and turn it into the potential downfall of the company, but he was good at his job.
"Good morning, Eric," I said dryly, not bothering with coming to a stop since I knew he would just keep the pace with me.
The words already were flying out of his mouth before I finished my greeting. "Mr. Cullen, Mr. Barrah called, he asked about-"
"Tell him he will have his proposal when I am ready to give it to him and not a moment before."
"Yes, sir. Also the p-"
"Jessica, I need that fax sent to DSC before lunch," I reminded her as I passed her low rise cubical.
"Yes, sir." She nodded, immediately shuffling papers around on her desk that was cluttered with various figures and flowers.
Eric resumed, "Mr. Cullen, the partners at InGene requested a mee-"
"Tell them it will have to wait. Have Bella send them my schedule and we can set something up from there." Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Bella jot it down on her Blackberry.
"Yes, sir," he responded again, the pen in his hands moving quickly across the yellow notepad he held.
Arriving at my office, both Bella and Eric followed me inside, each one taking turns updating me on the overnight developments at our overseas branches. After taking off my coat and setting my briefcase on my desk, I looked up at them both pointedly. Bella smiled at me, grabbed Eric's arm and practically dragged him from my office.
As she turned to close the door, I mouthed a "thank you" to her. Winking, she shut the door behind her. Even through the heavy wooden door, I heard Eric complaining.
Sitting down in my leather chair, I booted up my laptop, and even though I had been technically working since seven that morning, officially began my work day. The phone on my desk rang, and I hit the button.
"I'll be there in two minutes, Bella," I informed her without waiting to hear it was her. Chucking, she replied with a "see you then" and hung up.
Two hours later, the meeting was over and I decided to pop in and see my father. Knocking on the large wooden door, I waited for his muffled invitation before pushing it open.
"Good morning, son," he greeted me, briefly looking up from his paperwork to flash me a smile. Even though his smile was genuine, I could still see the strain in his face. He was tired. Dark circles under his eyes and drooping lids made it very apparent. That's to say nothing of how his entire body was practically slumped forward onto his desk.
If I was the prince of multi-tasking my dad was the king.
"Hey, Dad." I normally used his name when around other co-workers, but here in the privacy of his office, I called him what he was…my father. "You look terrible," I told him as I took the high back chair that sat in front of his large oak desk.
Setting his pen down, he looked back to me, his lips in a tight line. "Thank you, son. Yes, my morning is going just dandy, thanks for asking," he shot back sarcastically.
I chuckled. "Just pointing out the obvious, Dad. What's got you so stressed now?"
He sighed, running both is hands through his blonde hair before they settled at the nape of his neck. "This press junket with Lisoga. I know it's needed and it's the only way will get the product out there but I," he stopped, burying his face in his hands and groaning.
"What, dad?"
"You usually handle this stuff, I haven't done a press release since you started working here," he practically whined.
I had to laugh again. "You will be fine. You did this for years before I came along. It's not my fault you've grown dependent." I said smugly, knowing it would get a reaction out of him.
"I am not dependent, I am spoiled. There is a difference," He explained with a wide grin on his face. I knew he just needed a little reassurance in his abilities.
"Dad, I've traveled for the company before, you had to handle these releases before. It's just like riding a bike," I winked at him. "You'll do great."
"Yeah, yeah. Hey, you don't suppose…."
"Yes, I'm sure Bella will be available to help you out," I finished for him.
"Great! Speaking of your trip, are you ready?"
I nodded, twirling a pen through my fingers. "Yes, everything's booked and I know exactly what's going on." I stopped and looked at him. "Don't worry about it, I got this Dad. It's what I've been raised to do."
He furrowed his brow at my last few words, but wisely chose to let them slide by.
"And have you-"
I put a hand up to stop him. "Already taken care of. I said goodbye to mom last night." I stood up, putting the pen on his desk.
"I have to go, meeting Emmett for lunch at Everest."
"Tell him I said hello," he replied, returning to his work.
"Will do," I obliged, closing his door behind me.
"**~~**"
"You ready for this?" he asked as he settled in his chair, his oversized body making the chair look like it belonged at a child's table.
"I suppose. I've never been to Seattle before so that's a bonus. Plus, you know my father would never have the patience to deal with this, that's why he's sending me."
His laughter boomed throughout the entire restaurant. "Yeah, you do realize your parents are having mild heart attacks about this, right?"
"Yes, I do, Emmett, thanks for the reminder." I murmured darkly, looking over my menu.
Smacking the table, he chuckled, "Lighten up, dude. You need to get laid."
"You have no idea how true that statement is," I promised right before taking a long pull from my beer.
Emmett was the only person that knew my sexual orientation. I didn't really have a choice in that since he had found what he liked to call my 'spank bank' under my bed when we were sixteen. Most boys, like Emmett, had Playboy or Penthouse...I had Muscle Man.
Leaning across the small table, he rested on one elbow. "Ever thought about just telling the truth? This is no way to live, man."
"We've had this discussion, Emmett. Drop it, please." I pleaded, glancing around at nearby tables for eavesdroppers.
Sighing, he leaned back in his chair once more. "Alright, whatever you-," he stopped abruptly, a look of excitement crossing his face. That look always scared me.
"What?"
"I think I may have just the solution for you," he smiled, turning around to pull something out of his coat pocket. Turning back to me, he handed me a small white business card, in black writing it said 'Denali Escorts' with a telephone, fax, email and website address.
Escorts?
Like, escorts?
"Emmett, what is this?"
"Trust me, dude. They have something for all...preferences," he smirked proudly, crossing his arms over his broad chest.
Leaning across the table, I whispered fiercely, "Are you trying to tell me that I should get a hooker?"
"Not a hooker, an escort, there is a difference."
Why did people keep telling me that?
"They both get paid for sex, where is there a difference?" I asked, still whispering.
He smiled again. "An escort can accompany you to any event, give you mind blowing sex, and fulfill all of your needs without risk of getting you sent to prison or endangering your health. Huge fucking difference."
"I can't believe you are...wait a minute, you keep their card in your pocket?" I asked incredulously.
"You never know when you will need to help out a friend," he gestured to me.
With a huff, I fell back against my chair, blocking out the sounds of other patrons and dishes clanking as I studied the card once again, considering Emmett's words.
He was right; I did need to get laid. Struggling to provide myself with one orgasm every three days was just not working out anymore. I could easily pay for the escort with my personal credit card, and no one would ever find out. In Seattle, I was miles away from home and anyone I knew. Even if someone from Lisoga spotted me, they would have no idea that my hired companion wasn't simply a friend.
"You're thinking about it, huh?" He inquired, nodding his head because he knew I was.
I shot a glance before looking back at the card. Then something dawned on me. "You've used them before?" I questioned.
"Just because I look this good doesn't mean I want just any skank from a local bar," he winked, lifting his beer bottle to his lips. After finishing, he said, "Seriously, dude, you deserve it. Fucking live a little, yeah?"
I nodded, not really sure how to reply before slipping the card into my wallet, laughing when I heard Emmett's enthusiastic 'yes'. Returning his fist bump, my mind was racing at top speed, running different scenarios of how my time in Seattle would be spent.
Live a little, indeed.
"**~~**"
As I watched the clock, I couldn't help but to pace my hotel room, my loafer clad feet leaving marks in the plush carpet. The room was bright, there was a light on above the bar and another on above the couch that sat in front of the flat screen. The one bedroom was just as well lit because I had turned on the two lamps by the bed when I had first arrived. Having previously requested the room to be set at seventy-two degrees, the temperature should have been comfortable, but I felt the sweat starting to bead at the base of my neck.
I was nervous.
Anxiety was not an emotion I was used to feeling. I was always calm under pressure, my father had raised me that way; I had to be prepared for every situation and completely relaxed in a stressful environment. Unfortunately, the situation I found myself in was not one that I could have been prepared for.
I was going to have a escort arriving at my hotel room within the hour.
Taking Emmett's advice, I had contacted the company through email, not quite comfortable with making a telephone call. What would I have said? Yes, I'd like one tall, dark and handsome to go, please? At least through email, I wouldn't have to actually voice what I was looking for.
I had received an email back the same day asking various questions ranging from my plans for the evening in question to what I liked sexually, even what I wanted him to wear. It felt like a very personal job application. After replying with the most basic answers known to man, I waited, somewhat impatiently, for a response. Luckily, I wasn't left in the dark for long, opening my email a few hours later, I had an email stating that Jacob would arrive at my hotel suite by seven with all the supplies we would need.
God, it sounded like I was hiring a contractor to build a house.
So, I continued to pace, having absolutely nothing else to do but sit and be nervous. It had been so long since I had been with someone sexually, the last time a few years prior and even then it had only been a one night stand.
A pool boy of my father's had happened to be in the pool house alone one night when I had ventured out there to escape the party my parents were throwing. Tired of the fake smiles and "brilliant boy" comments, I escaped to the small white building to enjoy a bit of quiet.
Apparently, he had come by to drop something off. In his white polo shirt and cut-off jeans, his dark skin made my cock twitch when I saw him bending over. Clearing my throat, he jumped and turned to see me.
"Mr. Cullen, I didn't realize I wasn't alone," he apologized. Holding a hand up, I stopped his speech. I pointedly dropped my gaze to his crotch, and watched him smile. "Why don't you have seat," he offered, motioning to the lounge chair beside him.
He sucked me off right there as I had sat in one of the fold out lawn chairs, bringing me to climax in mere moments before letting me return the favor.
I had him fired the next day.
I jumped at the knock on the room's door, my stomach flipped and my hands started to shake. Stopping with my hand on the handle, I took a few calming breaths, trying anything to keep me from looking like a complete imbecile in front of him. Finally, I wretched the door open. Keeping my eyes downcast, I saw a pair of black flip flops and was almost afraid to look up.
But I knew I had to look up.
The previous joke I had made to myself about ordering a tall, dark and handsome to go suddenly came rushing back as I took in his form. Standing at, at least, six foot four, he seemingly towered over my six foot form. A plain white tee stretched, literally stretched, over his broad chest and wide shoulders. I couldn't see his legs under the well-worn jeans but I assumed they were as built as the rest of him. I had said in the email that casual dress was acceptable but I almost reconsidered that as I found myself wondering what his large build would look like in a suit.
His skin was dark and he was definitely Native American with long, jet black hair tied back at the nape of his neck. Pushed away from his face, it was easy to see his deep brown eyes encased in thick, black lashes.
He was sexy.
He also had a small duffel bag hanging on his shoulder, holding what I assumed was our 'supplies'.
"Edward Cullen?" He asked, a hint of surprise in his tone.
I simply nodded, my nerves constricting my throat, leaving me unable to form words.
His dark eyes trailed down my form appreciatively before rising back to meet mine again. "Damn, I'm gonna have a good time tonight," he said with a cocky smirk.
I was pretty sure I blushed.
Stepping aside, his should grazed my chest as he brushed past me walking through the door. The heat that rolled off of his body was almost smothering. As he looked around the large suite, I took that time to admire his backside, which was almost as nice as his front. Though it was still covered by his shirt, I could see the muscles in his back protruding, rolling and tensing with the tiniest movement of his body. I was also more than ready to see his ass outside of the jeans he was wearing.
"Awesome place, Edward. I'm Jacob."
"Nice to meet you," I said quietly. For the first time in my entire life, I felt awkward and unsure.
Finally turning back around, he looked at me with an amused expression on his face. "You okay? You look a little...flushed," he teased, grinning and looking sexy as hell. The fact that I was definitely attracted to him only seemed to make me more uncomfortable, but I wasn't sure why.
"I'm fine. W-would you like a drink?" I stammered, slightly embarrassed at my ineloquent manner.
"Sure, sure. Whatever you have," he replied absentmindedly, still glancing around the rooms.
Walking to the bar, I pulled two snifters down from the cast-iron rack and grabbed a bottle of Courvoisier Vsop from the rack under the countertop.
My hands shook as I poured the cognac, my nerves actually getting the best of me for once. I jumped when I felt his arms snake around me, grabbing the bottle out of my hand and setting it on the bar before coming back to unbutton my shirt.
"You need to relax, gorgeous," he murmured in my ear, his hot breath washing over my ear and neck, sending a shiver through my body.
"I'm nervous," I admitted.
"Have you ever done this before?" he asked before dropping a firm kiss to the back of my neck, his fingers still slowly unbuttoning my shirt.
"Had sex with a man? Yes. Had sex with an escort? No." I answered truthfully, my voice shaking with excitement and anxiety.
"I'll take real good care of you, gorgeous. Just let me show you what I'm here for. I'll make you forget about everything except what I'm doing to your cock," he whispered seductively, running his tongue around my ear.
I moaned loudly at his words. It had been so long since I had had anybody touch me or talk to me like that and my body was responding very enthusiastically, my cock so hard it was throbbing, almost reaching the point of pain.
Pulling my shirt off, he let it drop to the floor, his hands immediately coming back around to my chest, the rough pad of his thumbs grazing over my nipples. Instinctively, I leaned back into him, his cloth-covered chest hitting the bare skin of my back. Even through his clothing, I could feel the warmth of his skin as it seeped into mine.
Placing open mouth kisses on my shoulder, he muttered, "Top or bottom?"
"B-b-bottom," I stuttered as he raked his blunt nail over my nipple, my body jerking forward at the sensation.
"Fuck," he groaned against the skin of my neck. "I am gonna have some fun tonight."
Dropping his left hand from chest, his fingers danced across my stomach, tracing the lines of my muscles before going lower, settling over my erection. He started rubbing me gently through my slacks, the barely there pressure mixing with the harder sensations of what his right hand was still doing to my nipple. Uninhibited noises were escaping me and as much as I wanted to be embarrassed at my overly eager reaction, I couldn't.
It just felt too damn good.
So good, in fact, that if he would have added the slightest bit more pressure to my cock, I would have come right then.
"Please…." I begged shamelessly.
I felt his chuckle rumble through his body. "Not just yet, gorgeous. We haven't even gotten to the fun parts yet."
As soon as the words left his mouth, he brought both hands to the button on my slacks, hastily popping it open and lowering the zipper. Once the garment pooled around my ankles, his thumbs were in the waistband of my boxer briefs, sliding them over my hips, my cock bobbing once it was freed. I felt him kneeling behind me, his hands at my feet as he gingerly removed my shoes and threw them behind him, each one hitting the carpet with a thud. Lifting my feet out of the puddle of clothing, he tossed them aside before running his large, hot hands up the back of my legs.
"Fuck, you are gorgeous," he said before running his tongue from the back of my knee up to my thigh, stopping just below my ass cheek to place a tiny bite. He pushed on my back lightly, signaling for me to bend over the bar and I couldn't help but moan at what I hoped was coming next. Licking and nibbling the back of my thighs, he kneaded my ass cheeks, first with gentle caresses, then moving to more firm squeezes. Writhing and moaning, I pushed my hips back, trying to do anything to get him to touch my cock. I just needed to relieve the pressure, the burning ache that had settled between my legs since he had begun his assault on my body.
"Give me just a second," he mumbled around the sensitive skin on the back of my thigh, teasing it with his teeth and licking it one last time before I felt him rise.
Not even bothering to turn around, I placed my cheek against the bar, the marble feeling extremely cold against my over heated skin. Panting heavily, I watched as the bar top fogged up with every exhale which only reminded me that I shouldn't have been breathing so heavily so soon. Once again, I couldn't bring myself to care.
I heard his bag unzip and some fumbling around before I heard his footsteps heading my direction again. My cock twitched at the mere thought of the items in his hands. Feeling him sink back down behind me, I lifted my head from the bar, propping myself up on my elbows and waiting for his next move.
Jumping a bit when I felt the heat of his bare chest hit the side of my thigh, I looked down, noticing he was now nude and staring up at me through his dark lashes, his black hair now falling down around his shoulders. He was sitting on his heels, the muscles in his thighs protruding with the position. Sculpted pecs led to the most defined stomach I had ever seen, his dark, unmarred skin wrapped tight around his abs. Hard as steel, his cock stood proudly, long and thick, the head shining with precum.
He was so fucking sexy.
Breaking eye contact, he flipped the lid on the bottle of lube, pouring a generous amount in his palm before rubbing his hands together.
"Oh fuck," I moaned when his hot hand wrapped around my cock, making one long stroke from base to tip before twisting his wrist and rubbing the head. Almost simultaneously, his other hand went to my ass, one finger trailing down my crack before circling my hole, teasingly applying a light pressure, not quite enough to slip in like I wanted him too.
"So responsive," he whispered as he rose to his knees, immediately bringing his mouth to my hip bone, sucking and nibbling gently. While his mouth was occupied with my hip, his finger continued to gloriously torture me and his other hand kept stroking my cock, squeezing tighter than before.
Finally, finally, I felt his finger push forward, gliding smoothly in and out of me, the sensations wracking my body so forcefully that I had to make a conscious effort not to come right then. My body shuddered violently as I tried to hold out and my cock twitched with spasms in his hand, fluid leaking steadily from my slit.
"Are you close, gorgeous? Do you want to come?" he asked as he added a second finger and, much to my surprise, removed his hand from my cock.
"Please...Oh, please…." I whimpered, pushing my hips back, trying to get his fingers deeper as they hit that euphoric spot inside me.
I heard the distinct ripping sound as he tore the condom open with his teeth, pulling his fingers from me to roll it down his hard length. Bringing himself back to his feet, he stood behind me, positioning himself at my entrance and grabbing my cock once again in a tight grip.
"Come on, gorgeous, come hard for me," he demanded, pumping my erection swiftly.
"Oh, God...Ung...Oh, fuck, I'm coming," I wailed, clenching my eyes shut as I felt my cock jerk before the first spurt of my cum erupted from me. Before the second wave of pleasure took over, I felt Jacob slip through my tight ring of muscle. "Oh my God," I gasped as he continued to push forward, not stopping until he was fully seated within me.
It was so fucking intense, the extreme pleasure coursing through my body, making me shake and cry out as it continued for what seemed like ages. I was used to my every third day masturbation orgasm, and while I remotely enjoyed my little blond boy fantasy, it was nothing compared to the ecstasy Jake had just helped me experience.
"That's it…." he encouraged through heavy breaths, "So fucking tight."
Eventually, my orgasm subsided, my body falling limply over the bar as I panted, my knees nearly buckling from exhaustion. Pulling his hand away from sated cock, Jacob wrapped his arms around my waist, keeping me upright, still holding himself deep inside me. He rested his cheek in between my shoulder blades, his ragged breathing washing over my skin as he waited for mine to return to normal.
I felt a gentle kiss on my back before he rocked his hips, pulling out most of his cock before pushing forward again, gliding in and out of me smoothly and slowly. After a few more slow pumps, he picked up the pace a bit, gripping my hips as he found a steady rhythm. Angling his hips, his cock grazed my prostate with each pass and I felt my cock begin to swell again.
Once I regained enough strength, I started meeting his thrusts, trying to get him to fuck me faster and deeper, doing everything I could to get me closer to experiencing that glorious feeling again.
I felt his grip on my hips tighten, preventing me from bucking against him.
"Please…." I groaned, already pleading with him to bring me to that amazing high again.
"We have all night," he promised, his mouth moving against the skin of my back. "Enjoy me, gorgeous."
Pushing off of the bar, I arched my back, reaching behind me and running my fingers through his black hair, wanting to know if it was as silky as it looked.
It was.
Fisting his locks in my hand, his mouth latched onto my neck, sucking and nibbling every bit of skin he could reach. Keeping his rhythm, he lifted one my legs and placed my knee on the nearest bar stool, the stretch of my body allowing him to penetrate me deeper. The room quickly filled with our noises; panting and moaning, whispered dirty words and whimpers.
I'm not sure how long we stayed in that position, but I know it was long enough for my thigh to start burning from holding it in such a foreign position for so long, but I couldn't find it in me to care about the pain. I felt him pull my leg off of the barstool and, after a few particularly hard thrusts, he withdrew from me. My whine of protest was quickly cut off when I was spun around to face him. Before I could ask why he stopped, he reached behind me, his hands cupping my ass and lifting me as if I weighed nothing.
Wrapping my legs around his waist, I leaned back against the bar, propping up on my elbows as one of his hands left my ass, reaching underneath to guide his cock back to my hole. Entering me once more, we both groaned at the feeling, his cock hitting new spots inside me with the change of position. Expecting his easy pace from before, I was caught off guard when he started brutally pounding into me, my arms falling flat against the bar as I gripped the edge, bracing myself for his thrusts.
I had never felt anything so fucking amazing in my life.
Trembling, I moved one arm from the bar, grasping my cock and tugging it furiously, feeling my orgasm rapidly approach. Sensing my release, he slowed down again and I nearly sobbed in frustration. I needed to come again so very badly.
Our exchanging of words only increased that need.
"Yeah...fuck, that's it…."
"God, ung...just like that…."
"Feels so fucking good...."
He brought me to the brink over and over again, speeding up his thrusts and moving my hand away so he could stroke me, only to slow down and loosen his grip, his fingers lazily rubbing the head of my cock every so often.
Dropping my head back, I squirmed and moaned when I felt his fingers move from cock to my chest, pinching and rolling my nipple between his fingers. Just as his touch disappeared, I felt his head hit my chest, the sweat on his brow mixed with mine as a low growl ripped from him, his thrusts becoming erratic.
He was close.
So was I.
Apparently, he wasn't as close as I assumed because after one more sharp thrust, he withdrew from me a second time and gently placed my feet back on the ground. I couldn't even begin to cover my shock.
"I'm not done with you, gorgeous," he smirked that cocky way again, sitting on the high back bar stool and pulling me to him.
At his close proximity, I realized that we had yet to kiss. Through this entire interaction, our lips had never touched and I suddenly wanted it. I wanted to feel that again, even if only for a moment but I didn't know if he would.
Wasn't there a general rule that you don't kiss prostitutes on the mouth?
My eyes flickered from his to his mouth then back to his eyes again, silently asking permission. I could have never requested it out loud. Much to my surprise, he didn't hesitate, grinning and pulling my face to his, our lips touching in a passion fueled kiss. Immediately, I opened my mouth to him, tasting him and moaning when his tongue moved against mine. Never breaking the kiss, he reached between us and grasped my cock, spreading the precum around and pumping me. Kissing and stroking, he only took his mouth away from mine to kiss down my jaw, then my neck which was arched to give him better access.
When my hips started jerking to meet his hand, he moved his mouth to my ear and whispered, "Ready for me again?"
"Fuck, yes," was my breathless reply.
"Turn around," he commanded, his hands going to my hips to guide me.
Doing as he said, I felt his grip tighten on my hips, which were sure to have bruises in the morning from his strength, pulling me to sit in his lap, his cock resting on my lower back. Placing my feet on the foot rest, I leaned forward against the bar and waited as I heard the click of the lube bottle again. When he was ready, I felt him at my entrance once more and I immediately pushed back, moaning loudly as he stretched me again.
Jesus, I was in fucking heaven.
He wasted no time that round, lifting his hips from the stool to meet me every time I slid back down his cock. I placed my palms against the edge of the bar, using it for leverage to fuck myself faster. Growling, he reached around and started pumping my cock again, quickly this time, twisting his wrist over the head with each pass.
"You gonna come for me again, gorgeous?"
"Oh, God...yeah," I nodded furiously, feeling my toes start to curl.
I was going to come. Hard.
"Fuck...damn it, I'm so close," he groaned.
That was it. Grinding my ass against him, that delicious burn in my lower abdomen began to spread, radiating through my groin until I exploded, cum shooting from my body forcefully and endlessly as my back arched and I cried out.
"God, I'm fucking coming."
I barely heard his strained voice through my haze, still in the middle of my own orgasm.
Collapsing, my upper body landed on the bar with a thud for a second time that night, my head falling onto my arms as I heaved, my breath escaping me quickly and harshly. Breathing just as heavily, Jacob ran his hand up and down my back, his softening cock still inside me.
Soft kisses breathed up my spine before I felt his strong arms wrap around my waist, holding me to him as he stood, letting my feet touch the floor before he loosened his grip and walked away, an involuntary moan escaping my lips when I felt his cock slip from me. I was so exhausted I had to place my palms against the bar, using it to hold myself upright, my legs still too wobbly to carry my weight.
I could hear him moving behind me but I didn't have enough strength to find out what he was doing. A few moments later, I felt a warm washcloth run over my backside, gently cleansing away the lube and sweat. Once he finished, he turned me to face him, taking the rag and cleaning my front, wiping away the mixture of cum and lube that covered me.
I looked up at him and smiled. After tossing the towel onto the bathroom floor, he leaned down for a small, soft, chaste kiss on the lips before whispering, "Thank you."
I managed a breathless, "No, thank you," before stumbling my way to the bedroom, almost laughing at how the bed had never once been touched through the entire night. The last thing I remember was pulling the blanket up to my waist, covering my still bare lower half and falling back against the mountain of pillows. I didn't even hear him leave.
The loud shrill of the telephone pulled me from my sleep and I realized then that it was the wake up call I had requested when I had first arrived. That meant it was already six in the morning. Quickly answering and telling the desk clerk 'thank you', I collapsed back on the bed, realizing that Jacob was no where to be seen, lazily stroking my morning wood as the previous night came rushing back.
My entire body was sore. My legs from being bent and angled in so many different positions, my arms from bracing myself, using all of my strength to keep my body still for him, my back from being arched in pleasure for so long, and my ass from...well, obvious reasons.
I had been thoroughly and properly fucked.
And I couldn't wait to have it again.
Maybe Seattle won't be so bad after all.
With a soft cry, I came all over my hand as I remembered how he felt inside me and the filthy things he whispered in my ear.
Once my high subsided, I made a mental note to send Emmett on a nice long paid vacation.
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