Gents 4 Ladies (11 page)

He laughed, but didn’t push it. “So, anything in particular you want to do tonight? I mean we still have two more hours.”

Just then he reached out, flicked her hair over her shoulder and then pushed down one strap of her dress, exposing more and more of her flesh as he drew it down to her elbow. One brown nipple popped free, and Tiana felt it go rigid just with him staring at it. His eyes gleamed brightly for a moment.

“You have a beautiful body, Tiana,” he said almost conversationally though his eyes grew hooded. “And your breasts are gorgeous.”

“Thank you,” Tiana said, her throat tight as she felt his hand hover over the uncovered tit, before skimming over it with the pad of his fingers. Tiana’s breath caught as he began to roll her fat nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Spurring her desire back into life, making her pussy twang. Uh oh.

Her eyes involuntarily flicked to his groin and sure enough, there was a substantial wedge rising. Goodness me, thought Tiana, her heart rate accelerating despite herself.

He looked up into her face and cocked a brow. “Don’t you like it? You want me to stop?” he said, tweaking her nipple with sensual skill. Tiana’s eyes blinked and she resisted the urge to fall back and purr. Damn, but just the touch of his hand set off her triggers. She’d cum so hard just minutes ago so how come her body was thrumming again?

“I like it. Please don’t stop,” she said evenly to hide her much her insides were trembling. He nodded, and trailed his fingers round and round her areole. Her eyes watched his face as he stared at her breast, his concentration fixed. He liked touching; he liked touching her.

She didn’t exactly understand what was happening. She hadn’t really thought this far ahead about tonight’s appointment. She’d wanted Jordan to fuck her again and he had, though she’d pretended to both of them that she was booking him for dinner. But now he was sketching those skilful hands over her most sensitive regions.

She loved feeling his hand on her skin; it had never felt strange even on the first night when all this had begun. Her breath shortened as he flattened his hand over her belly, the weight somehow soothing even above the satin of her bra. His thick dark lashes downcast, he swept the fabric upwards, revealing the smooth V of her sex half-hidden between her clamped up thighs. He slid his hand down one knee and then slowly, drew it apart from the other.

Tiana felt like a very young woman again, about to be really touched for the first time. When Jordan started to work on her pussy mound with that inquisitive, knowing hand, she felt lost. What was he doing to her? He’d awoken a she-wolf within her and now she couldn’t imagine not ever being able to feel his tender touch, splitting her sizzling folds apart and stroking her vulva into swollen abandon.

“So hot and tight,” he murmured, quietly sliding two fingers into her pussy. Tiana gasped and clutched at the sheets beneath her. He elbowed her knees further apart and now her thighs were spread almost lewdly, leaving every bit of her open to scrutiny. Tiana couldn’t help staring at his hand, the lightly tanned fingers inching in and out of her creamy brown-skinned sex. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head at the sensation of his fingers probing sensually inside her.

“I’ve never met a woman like you, Tiana,” Jordan said lightly, startling her out of her erotic daze as she tried to focus her vision on his handsome, studiously blank face with his eyes still fixed on her pussy. “And I’ve been with a lot of women. But you…there’s something about your body that makes me want to drop everything each time you call.”

Tiana’s spine arched with a gasp as he delved his fingers in deep to the last knuckle, hitching to that invisible hot spot deep inside her. Her lips went slack as she stared at his face with the light sheen of perspiration now coating his temple. “You make me want to…forget that this is supposed to be just about giving you what you need. Now it’s getting to a point that this is what I need, too.”

Tiana’s head was spinning. Why was he telling her this now? What did it all mean? She couldn’t process, couldn’t answer his question, not sure he required a reply. All she could truly focus on was the slick sweep of his fingers over her clit, teasing the hard bud out of its hood. Making her so dizzy with awareness her pleasure-points throbbed.

Tiana looked up into his face and found he was staring right at her now, his piercing grey gaze dark and pinned to hers. Tiana gulped, fighting down the squirming edge of desire making her pussy walls contract on his fingers still buried inside her.

A grimace that looked like pain crossed his face for a moment, before he shook his head and growled, “Tiana, you need to know I…”

But then he stopped short, surprising her by suddenly pulling out his fingers. He looked almost pained, but then to her inner glee he was straightening up and grabbing her by the waist, turning her over before she could even steal her next breath.

Caught between wondering what he’d been about to say, to wondering what he was about to do, Tiana twisted her head round to look at him as he knelt behind her. “Never mind. I’m going to fuck you now,” he told her, and Tiana’s chest constricted with a tight, heated rush of passion. “Unless you have other ideas?”

Tiana swallowed, her palms resting flat on the bed as she felt him station her lower half the way he wanted. She felt a surge of panic as she thought of this position and how some parts of her belly still felt faintly punctured from the last time when he’d fairly gone on rampage when he’d taken her from this angle against the table. Her greedy inner walls now screeched with both eagerness and trepidation.

“I…I…,” Tiana began, feeling like such an idiot for not being able to frame what she was thinking even as she saw him reach for a condom, rip it open and roll it unto his freed cock, already so hard and angry-looking her eyes widened as her pussy responded in twitching anticipation.

A shadow of need stamped over his face, making his chiseled cheekbones look more prominent as he now gripped her hips and jerked her back into position. “It’ll be good, I promise,” he said a little thickly, as if reading her mind. “I can go as slow as you want, Tia. Or as fast. Just let me know either way. I aim to please.”

Those last huskily delivered words had her trembling even as he slid his length into her waiting, soft and pliant sheathe. It pained her that she was helpless to fight her sexual need of him even as she began to wish there could be more. He made her feel so good when he was inside her. Treated her like she needed to be treated; anticipating her desires even before she could articulate them. He was indeed a master lover but she saw in him the potential to be much more.

A friend – a real lover. She must be a damn fool.

Jordan was careful this time, but no less thorough.

He slid in to the hilt and then withdrew slowly until just the tip remained inside her. Then with agonizing patience, he filled her up again, making her sweat as her inner layers quivered at the steady, smooth pressure. Keeping her on all fours, he built up a rocking, continuous pace that was maddeningly delicious. Tiana had to force herself to keep her arms straight as Jordan’s body pitched against her with libidinous potency, strong enough to bounce her forward with each thrust. She listened for the sounds they made as he fucked her; and even as he held on to his control she could hear the chopping hitch of his breathing.

“Tia,” he suddenly groaned, reaching down underneath her to press insistent fingers over her aching clit. Tiana’s arms finally buckled as she planted her face into the mattress, tits swaying as he began to really bump and grind her. He jockeyed her clit as he smacked into her faster and faster, going deep yet never too rigorously to hurt. It was hot and wild and sweet, especially when he took the time to zip her beady clitoris in conjunction with his thrusts.

He held back until the last moment when she finally overflowed with the immense tingles that were taking control of her pussy. For the second time that night she came, and came. Only Jordan made her climax like that, as if wave upon wave of bliss was washing over her in a cascade.

“Damn,” he growled, as her muscles clenched and wiggled around his cock. His fingers gripped her hips just that bit tighter but only for a second before he loosened his grip and whispered, “I’m gonna come.” Which made Tiana shiver into another mini-climax as he sent in several careening thrusts that almost pitched her to the side as they sped him into his orgasm.

Tiana finally rolled over when he pulled out of her seconds later. She glanced over her shoulder and saw the strange pained look on his face that was so endearingly cute; as if he was lost, confused. Damn, so was she. Their bodies played too well together. The sex was getting
too good
. Like two romantic lovers attuning their passion to each other after long months of fitting together like a jigsaw puzzle.

She couldn’t blame him for looking so gobsmacked as he backed off the bed and all but stumbled into the bathroom. “I need to take a shower,” he muttered, throwing her a glance. Tiana nodded, pushing her silky dress down on her frame as she crawled back under the covers.

She kept thinking about what he’d said earlier. About needing this too. That hadn’t sounded very professional of him. She could tell he felt things were fast getting beyond client and escort. Tiana didn’t know what to do, or think.

In the beginning all she’d wanted was to hire somebody as her date for a few hours. She hadn’t wanted to meet anyone, not in the state she was in where she’d lost all faith in romance.

Then Jordan the gigolo had walked into her life and had put an exciting and mysterious quality to the mere act of sex. She knew he was probably seeing other women. Getting paid to see other women, she reminded herself. So why was she getting the tingles every time she looked at him? That girlish lurch in her chest that made her feel shy and hot all over just being in the same room with him? God! Was she getting infatuated with this guy?

Tiana shuddered as she realized she would only be an idiot if that happened. This was already turning into an embarrassing and humiliating situation. She couldn’t keep paying him for “dates” when they both knew what she really wanted was to be fucked long and hard by him. The only thing worse would be if she was actually paying him for sex!

A crazy thought suddenly crossed her mind. Surely he didn’t think that was what she was doing? She shook the outrageous thought away before it took hold. No, of course not. He wanted it too. She knew it.

It was best she never tried to see him again, she told herself firmly.

Jordan walked back into the room, and she looked at him quickly, searching his face while her expression stayed wary. To her surprise, he was grinning. Showered and dressed neatly, there was no tension at all in his face or body. She hadn’t realized he had a cloth in his hand until he came to her side on the bed and drew down the covers, making her stiffen as he reached to pull open her legs again.

“Relax,” he said lightly, and she looked down and saw the warm, wet washcloth he began to use to clean between her thighs. He did this gently and soothingly, and Tiana bit on her lip as she fought back that silly shyness. He was just being thoughtful, she told herself as she thanked him softly. He nodded with a smile and then returned the washcloth to the bathroom.

When he returned, Tiana had herself more under control. She was sitting back in bed when he came to stand at the edge. He pushed his fingers through his dark hair, that same cocky smile she wanted to hate but couldn’t spreading over his handsome face.

“Next time, you’re going to have to tell me exactly what you want. Tonight I came charging in, rearing to go – just like the last time when I took things up right after we walked through the door. In future I’m going to give you the chance to actually call the shots.”

Tiana couldn’t tell him that she’d liked it that way. It had felt very spontaneous, natural. Like a lover so hungry for her he couldn’t wait before slamming her against the wall or table. Also, Tiana knew for sure that she liked her lover to be the dominant one in the bedroom.

And then his words really sunk in. Tiana frowned. “I never said there’ll be a next time.”

Jordan had moved to where his jacket lay, and now paused in the act of shouldering it on. He cocked a brow at her. “My apologies. I simply assumed you’d wish to extend my services. Pardon me if I seemed presumptuous. But it wouldn’t be a bad idea to schedule any future arrangement now. Just in case.”

Tiana’s lips twisted ruefully. Just in case his calendar got too full to squeeze her in, huh? Tiana had no doubt he must be in high demand. It was a wonder that both times they’d got together, he’d made the time at such short notice. Maybe she was just lucky.

“I might be interested in scheduling your services again,” Tiana said, surprising herself. “I’ll need a date for a charity event I’m attending next week on Thursday. Do you think you could be available?”

Tiana felt somewhat self-conscious. What if he said no? She couldn’t be sure until he answered and she waited with bated breath.

He shrugged on his jacket smoothly. “Thursday next week’s doable,” he said, nodding. “You can email me the details for the event. Dress code, time and duration of the date. We can work out logistics before then.” As he spoke he glanced at his watch, eyes narrowing slightly.

“Okay,” Tiana said, staring at him. When he talked and looked like that, he reminded her of some high-powered banker or corporate mogul. All business-like and whizzy.