Allure (6 page)

My answer scares me.

My answer terrifies me.

My answer tells me I’m not the woman I was twenty-four hours ago.

I don’t know who I am anymore.

Six

Neal

Dinner was good. Lee was the epitome of high-class English politeness. I had no need to fend off any advances, which made me think she was perceptive enough to know I keep away from mixing business with pleasure. It’s a rule I will never break. I have a reputation to uphold.

So, all in all it’s been a successful day. Business-wise. I’ve gained a new client. My list continues to grow, and as far as that side of things is concerned it’s looking good. As far as my personal life goes, that’s as fucked-up as ever. I could have called any escort tonight, tried another girl, moved on from last night, because that’s what I usually do. But I’ve broken that self-enforced rule. I’m seeing the same escort twice. And I have no idea how this is gonna pan out now; what mistake I might be making. I just know I need to see her again.

I close the door of my suite behind me and slip off my jacket, throwing it over the chair before I pull off my tie, throwing that down on the chair, too. But I pick it back up almost immediately, turning it over and over in my hand and I smile. Maybe what I need to do now is move this second night with Kira back to what it needs to be – just hot, horny sex with no time to think about anything else. And anyway, who knows if I’ll feel the same about her when I see her again. Last night could’ve been nothing more than one crazy night caused by any number of things – I was tired, still getting used to a strange part of this country; a new city. Tonight could be totally different.

I take the tie, head into the bedroom and set it down beside the bowl of condoms I’ve placed on the nightstand before going into the bathroom. I need a quick shower before she gets here, and I’m late back from dinner with Lee so I don’t have a lot of time.

Very little time, it would seem. In fact, I only have enough time to exit the shower and throw on jeans and a shirt before I hear the knock at the door I’ve been waiting for since the second she walked out of it this morning.

I grab a condom from the bowl and shove it in my back pocket before I almost run through the living room to the door. I feel like a fucking kid at Christmas; it’s crazy! But I also feel alive, and I can’t really explain it, because I don’t think I’ve ever felt this way before. Not for a while, anyway. I can only assume I must have been dead inside for a long, long time.

Flinging open the door I smile as I see her standing there in a thigh-skimming green dress and killer heels, a sexy-as-hell smirk on her beautiful face as she holds up a hand and swings her panties from her fingers. She’s a living, breathing wet fucking dream, and that’s how I have to think about her now. That’s how she has to appear in my head, it’s the only way I can do this.

Pulling her inside I kick the door shut and push her back against the wall, our mouths already together, the kiss urgent and desperate and I’m so ready to fuck her till the sun comes up. I have her dress up around her waist within seconds, but my cock was ready to go much sooner, and with her crazy-long legs wrapped tight around me I’m inside her once again, plunging into that warm, wet heaven I spent so much time in last night.

Neither of us has said a word yet. I guess there’s no need to talk, we both know why we’re back here. And the relief I feel as I thrust in and out of her is all-consuming. But this first fuck really is just a relief fuck. I’m getting rid of all the fear and frustration last night heaped on me; ridding myself of the irrational feelings this woman has caused to surface. They weren’t – aren’t real. And after tonight I’ll know that. Just one more night like this and I’ll be ready to get back to normal – faceless women, meaningless sex. But I’ve still got one more night…

She comes first, her cries of pleasure filling my ears, causing me to come too as our bodies buck together, her legs gripping my hips so tight it’s almost verging on painful. And then the waves subside, and I slowly pull out of her, our eyes finally meeting.

You’re kidding yourself, Neal.

You’re fucking kidding yourself.

Kira

I’m going to be full-on Kira Blu tonight. He’s going to get the works. I’m going to be everything from a dirty porn-star to the filthiest, naughtiest fantasy he can think of. He won’t have time to think, let alone allow irrational feelings to overtake anything that’s really going on here – which is sex. Pure and simple. I’m here to fuck him. All night. And he’s paying me another thousand pounds for the privilege of a second all-night pass.

‘Here we are again, Mr Cannon,’ I whisper as I slowly undo his shirt, sliding my hands inside to touch his warm, soft skin and I can’t stop the shiver that ripples through me. ‘Here we are again.’ I lean in closer, and I kiss him. A slow, gentle kiss that he responds to immediately. His arm circles my waist, pushing me against him as the kiss deepens. Our tongues entwine, his hand dropping to my bottom and I can feel his cock, hard and ready to go again, digging into my thigh. I slide my fingers into his hair as we continue to kiss long and deep, but I know I need to pull back now. I need to stop this, and move on.

‘It’s good to see you, Kira,’ he murmurs, his mouth still resting against mine.

But I don’t reply. I can’t give him anything on that score. I’m here to give him sex, and an experience he’ll never forget. That’s all. Anything else is off the agenda, I promised Joey. I promised myself. And I know he’s a little hurt that I haven’t said something in reply to him, but if I do it’s going to open up a Pandora’s Box of crap that I may never be able to close. I’m here, but I’m compromising. I have to. Or walking away is going to be so much more difficult than it has to be.

‘Come on.’ I pull back from him, take his hand and lead him into the bedroom. ‘It’s time to play.’

‘Kira… hang on.’

I stop, and I really don’t want this conversation, but once again I have to remember that he’s a client. This is a job. I need to keep him happy. Within reason.

‘You’re OK, aren’t you? About being here, I mean.’

I give him a small smile. ‘I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t. I’ve temporarily taken my calendar down, remember? So, yeah, I’m OK, about being here.’

‘Why did you do that? Take your calendar down, I mean.’

I look at him, cocking my head slightly. I’m not going to let his baby-blue eyes and beyond-handsome face throw me tonight. I’m just going to enjoy them. ‘I’m here. That’s all you need to know.’

He bows his head briefly before raising his gaze, his eyes once more meeting mine. And his expression has changed. I think he realises the situation we’re in here. I think he knows as much as I do what we have to do to get through this night and still be sane in the morning.

He jerks his head back towards himself and smiles the most thigh-trembling sideways smile that, I swear, has just made me wet in under a second. ‘Come here, beautiful.’

I step back into his arms and slowly push his shirt back off his shoulders, revealing that taut, toned washboard stomach that could send any self-respecting, red-blooded female over the edge.

‘You ever been tied up, Kira?’

I smile. Of course I’ve been tied up. It’s quite a lot of men’s fantasies, having a submissive female there for the taking. And as long as they play nicely I’m quite willing to play, too. ‘You’ve read my profile. So you know the answer to that.’

He reaches over to the table by the bed and picks up a tie, flashing that smile of his as he twists the dark material between his expert fingers – fingers I can’t wait to feel inside me. Soon. Very soon.

‘Take the dress off, leave the shoes on, and lie down.’

His voice is all husky and dominant, and I swear to God I’ve never been so wet! So of course I do as I’m told, ridding myself of my dress and lying down on the bed.

He leans over me and takes my hands, binding my wrists together above my head with the tie, gently pulling at the knot to make sure it’s secure. I’m at his mercy now; he’s in control, and that’s OK with me.

‘Legs up and wide open, baby.’ He almost growls the words, and my stomach dips so low I can’t help but gasp out loud as he slides my legs up and spreads them wide. And all I can do is watch as he gets naked, too, every inch of his heartbreaking body on show now, his cock hard and ready and I want it inside me so bad I’m not sure how long I can hold out.

He leans back over me and runs his tongue lightly over my pubic bone as his fingers stroke my labia, teasing me to the point of painful frustration as his tongue moves further upwards. And then his fingers find my clit and his mouth is kissing my breasts, sucking on one nipple then the other before he slips his fingers inside of me, and I buck my hips gently as he delves deep.

His teeth gently bite down on my nipple and I let out a small cry, in shock more than anything. It didn’t hurt, I just wasn’t expecting it, but as his tongue flicks back and forth that cry turns into a low, guttural moan. He has me now. He had me last night. Because I can’t resist this.

He’s finger-fucking me hard, and I’m taking it, but I want more. I want to
feel
more. And I think he knows that, but he’s making me wait, because he has the power here. In this game. But I’m not saying it’s going to be that way all night. I don’t think he wants it to be that easy.

I gasp as he carefully slides his fingers out of me, running them back over my clit, nipping it gently between his thumb and forefinger and he smiles, and my heart doesn’t know whether it’s breaking or beating. I’m still as confused as fuck, and I begin to think Joey may have been right. This could be the biggest mistake I’ve ever made. But I don’t have time to let that thought fester, because he’s pushing into me now, taking me fully, his hands on my knees keeping my legs as wide apart as they can physically go as he slams into me with a force I never felt from him last night. But I’m feeling it now. He’s fucking me hard and heavy, as though he’s taking every ounce of frustration out on me, and I can’t touch him. My hands are, quite literally, tied, and I’m so turned-on it’s almost sick.

And then he lifts my legs up, and I know he wants them wrapped around his neck. A lot of men like it that way, and I can get my legs into positions that have made a man come way before he’s ready. So I pull them back and lock my ankles together around his neck, and I’m taking him even deeper now, every inch of his glorious cock so far inside me I can feel it, feel
him
, and I know that when I come I’m going to come long and loud. I can feel it now, that wonderful release beginning its climb, starting at the tips of my toes and spreading with the speed of a freight train through my body until it explodes within me, shaking me to my core, and as I buck and jerk beneath him he comes too, and it’s beautiful. It’s hot and heavy sex at its best, but we can play harder than this. He knows it. I know it.

This night is just beginning.

But I also need to be prepared for it to end.

Neal

Jesus-fucking-Christ! What is she doing to me!

I’ve never come so hard in my life, but I guess the sight of her pussy gripping my cock like a vice was more than I needed to get there. She’s done this before, that’s obvious, but I try not to think about that; try not to picture her with all those other men who’ve had this pleasure, even though focusing on that would help no end. Remembering what she is, what she does; the amount of men she’s fucked in her life, for money – I
should
focus on that. It should make me want her less. Yet I couldn’t want her more.

‘Turn over.’

I want her from behind. I want to ram into her without looking at her face and maybe that’ll help.

I discard the used condom as she turns over and raises her perfect, hot-as-hell ass into the air, spreading her legs wide. I can see it all, and so much more, but my cock needs a rest before I go again. So I let my tongue play this time, rimming her gently – something I don’t do all that often, but I know she likes it. That’s what’s so great about fucking these girls – you know what they want, and what they won’t do, before you even meet them, so there are no awkward questions, no embarrassing requests that might get rejected. You know what they like, what they’re willing to do, and it makes life so much easier.

I move my tongue down, take hold of her hips and pull her ass back slightly, raising it up just a touch so I can reach her clit, and the taste of her overwhelms me. She tastes just as good as she did last night, all sweet and fresh and different. I devour her, I can’t get enough of her as my tongue searches and probes every inch of her red-hot pussy, my fingers prising her wider apart. I want to make her come with my mouth, so I set to work, licking her, sucking her, drinking her in until I feel her shudder and scream as she pushes that beautiful ass right into my face. I’m in freaking heaven here, and I don’t think I want to leave this room. Ever.

One more night, though. Just one more night. Then I’m walking away. I’m leaving early, packing up and getting out of here before something starts that I can’t stop.

I’m leaving.

Just one more night…