Need You Now (3 page)

“Honestly…can you just stay here tonight? I don’t want to be alone.” She rolled to the edge of the bed and dug into her purse, then placed his money on the nightstand. “It’s okay if you don’t. I’ll understand.”

For a brief moment Aaron’s brain played ping-pong with the request. Should he take the money and run or stay the night spooning with a sexy woman. Choices, choices. It was a little out of the ordinary to stay all night with a new client. He’d stay with regulars if invited, but this seemed different.

Reaching over Janice, he turned the light off and curled up behind her. He could feel her warmth radiating from her soft skin and he pulled her into his body, enjoying the sensation and the fragrance of her hair.

She sighed. “Thank you. This isn’t like me to act like this—take a stranger home. Let alone a male escort. I just needed—I don’t know. I just needed to feel this way.”

He pulled her hair from her cheek and eased her closer.

“Um, Aaron?”

“Yes?”

“Are you planning to poke me in the back with that sticky condom all night?”

He chuckled. “Well, he kinda has a mind of his own, but I’ll talk to him.”

“I have a feeling we’re not going to get much sleep.”

Aaron woke up to the sound of something buzzing. It would erupt and buzz then drift away. He started to laugh quietly when he realized it was Janice snoring.

She was lying beside him on her back, breathing deeply. He looked at her and set his head on the pillow. She looked so peaceful, except for the recurring rumble from her nasal cavity. Her hair was messy but natural, her scent all funky and warm.

Maybe this was something he could get used to. Waking up next to someone in the morning and not having to make excuses or lies about
other arrangements
. This was a different kind of reality.

He got gently out of bed, not wanting to wake her, and headed for the bathroom to take a shower. He figured the hot water would wake him up and bring him back to his real world.

A few minutes later, Janice lifted her head from the pillow and mumbled something about being late for work. She sat up and yawned. The slimy taste in her mouth reminded her of eating a slug or something disgustingly gross. She could imagine her breath smelling like something had climbed into her mouth and died. Breathing into her palm and sniffing it answered her question as she got queasy.

A pang of sadness struck her as she looked at Aaron’s empty pillow. Last night had been a hell of a lot of fun and her sore thighs were a reminder of the wild adventure. Her bladder reminded her she needed to pee, and she stumbled toward the bathroom, opening the door to the low sounds of a moose mating call.

It was actually Aaron singing.

The bright lights made her squint as she tried to focus on the shadowed figure in the shower. As she sat peeing, she tried to see Aaron through the tinted glass.
Damn this guy has a big…
The loud moose calls continued until she was done and flushed the toilet.

The moose call quickly changed to a squeal.
Ahhaaaaaah.

Aaron popped his head out of the shower and turned off the water. “I see you’re trying to get a look at me naked. Is there really anything you didn’t see or feel last night?”

“Shit, I’m sorry. I’m not awake. Haven’t had my three cups of coffee yet.” She was still blinking in an attempt to clear her brain of cobwebs. “You want some eggs? I saw some in the fridge when I got here.”

“Sure. Let me get dried off here and dressed.” He dropped the towel and stood naked in front of Janice. “Unless you want to dry me off yourself?”

“Umm, uh, you want sausage with your breakfast?” She couldn’t stop herself staring at his cock.

“No, do you?”

She grinned. “Maybe. How do you want your eggs?”

“Just like my women, over easy.”

Heading for the kitchen, Janice was on autopilot. Without her caffine blast she couldn’t be expected to do anything that needed her to think. She inhaled her first cup of coffee and realized her brain was starting to function again. Nerve endings kicked in and she could feel the soreness of muscles that hadn’t gotten a workout like that in a long time. She could feel the pleasurable ache between her legs from the hours of sex the night before. Her jaw was sore from kissing, the tongue dances and straining as she was moaning and climaxing over and over.

She looked down and saw the eggs in the pan like two breasts and her nipples ached for his mouth to suckle them again. The sausage she’d found in the fridge was glistening in the heat and it reminded her of how his cock had shone with the slick juices from inside her as she’d ridden it to paradise.

She was surprised at herself. For a woman who was all business as usual, it wasn’t like her to get wet with the desire to turn the stove off and go fuck Aaron again until she passed out. She looked up and clenched her legs tightly together as he appeared out of the bedroom, pulling a shirt over his tightly rippled chest and abdomen.

Oh shit
. She stood dumbfounded and had an egg dangling from the spatula.
Yeah, I gotta get some more of that. Soon.

Chapter Four

Aaron paused and pulled the remnants of an eggshell from his mouth. “Hmm. Different. Crunchy eggs.”

“I’m sorry. I don’t cook much. The eggs started out over easy but ended up scrambled.” Janice sat at the table with her oversized T-shirt drooping over her shoulder. Her legs were pulled up against her chest, and she quietly sipped on her cup of coffee.

“I appreciate it. Besides, it’s the thought that counts. So tell me a little about yourself.” He sat eating, casually taking a sliver of shell from his mouth every now and then.

She shrugged. “There’s nothing much to tell. Typical story. Never married. Been engaged though. Work is my life, and relationships take a back seat these days. Most people say I’m overly driven to succeed. I just call it achieving my goal.”

She took a sip of coffee and continued. “This trip is a vacation from all that. It started out differently since it was going to be a getaway with my boyfriend. But here I am, alone, and the trip ended up as a solo vacation.” She paused, noticing Aaron was actually listening and paying attention to what she was saying.

“Please go on. I’m listening.”

“That’s just it. You
are
listening. I’m not used to that.”

“My mom taught me well. Besides, how can I expect you to listen to the things I say if I don’t show you the same courtesy?”

She nodded. “Makes sense. Well, this trip, I planned it a long time back and Mr. Perfect ended up being a douche bag.” She paused a moment. “I don’t know why I’m rambling on like this. I guess having a man actually listen to me is odd.”

“Hey…hearing you talking is really nice. I don’t get to do this a lot. I’m always running around, making appointments, trying to get caught up in my overly busy life. Either that or someone is telling me to leave, or just kicking me out because they are done with me. It’s nice to share some downtime and hear about other people for a change.”

“It must be difficult at times for you.”

Aaron shrugged. “Sometimes I meet some really interesting people, powerful people. I go to some of the finest places. It’s not always about sex—sometimes I’m just an escort and go places with women to be a companion, arm candy, or to make their girlfriends jealous. Those times are fun. I hold and snuggle close to an older woman and make her feel all giddy because their friends are wide-eyed and gasping, and can’t believe she’s with a younger guy.”

“You’re bad.” Janice chuckled. “That’s kind of cruel, but it does sound like fun for the woman.”

“It’s not all fun though. I do get paid for sex. Sometimes it’s not such a pleasure. I hate when husbands pay for me to fuck their wife and they watch. It’s demeaning and loses all intimacy when a guy is yelling at me to fuck her ass harder or to be rough. I guess people live through others. I don’t know.” Aaron paused and looked at Janice. “I apologize. I’m in a great mood and talking about this isn’t what I should be doing. Please forgive me.”

Her smile said it all. “No worries. It’s what you do. I don’t judge people like that. We do what we have to do. I love and hate my job too. It’s just a different place.”

“You really are a breath of fresh air, Janice. Thanks for listening.”

“So are you going to do the standard operating procedure of men and make an excuse to leave? Did you get your money?”

“I can stay if you’d like. I don’t have anything pressing until later this morning.” He looked around and grabbed the salt from the counter. “Maybe this will take the edge off the eggs.”

She giggled and then frowned at him in mock displeasure. “You don’t like my cooking?”

“Well, there are other things I wouldn’t mind eating.” He waggled his eyebrows at her and smiled.

“You’re always thinking about that. I guess since it’s your job you have to think about it all the time.”

“In a way I guess. I like sex. I like women. When I am with a woman I feel like I can make them feel special. Why else would they pay me? A lot of men take their spouses for granted. To be honest, I wouldn’t want to break up a marriage, but if there’s a need I can fulfill, then it makes me happy. That’s what Mother always tells me.”

“Wait…your Mother knows what you do?”

Aaron laughed, realizing how awkward he sounded when talking about Mother. “No, that really does sound bad. Mother is the woman who took me in and showed me the ropes. She’s one of the few people who are really important in my life. She takes care of business for me, books my appointments—she really does
mother
me.”

Janice grinned. “Nice to see you so talkative. She must be an interesting woman. Also pretty damn smart, since she did find you.” She shifted in her chair and sipped her coffee. “I suppose we all have sex on the brain. Women use it as a way to get things. In a roundabout way we sell ourselves. Either for things we want like cars, clothes, whatever. Or just to feel loved and held. It’s all a game, and we pay the price one way or another.”

Aaron tipped his head to one side “You really are an interesting woman with a different point of view than most. You’ve also got some damn good insight into people.”

“Why thank you. Maybe I should bill you for my time as a psychologist? How much should I charge you, do you think?”

“Hmmm, well there is one special thing I can show you. An ancient technique I learned, which has been taught to the privileged few over many generations and thousands of years.”

“Okay. I am now officially intrigued. I’m also getting a little warm wondering what it is. Maybe this could be my payment for playing psychologist with you?”

“Oh, there is no way to price this. I’ll show you for free, but if I show you then it must remain a secret. If you tell anyone I’ll have to hunt you down and spank you.” Aaron got up, pulled a remaining eggshell from his teeth and held his hand out to Janice.

He led her to the bedroom and pulled her body to his. Their bodies fit together like pieces of a puzzle, each curve fitting perfectly into the other. He stared into her eyes and lowered down. Their lips melted together, and Janice’s body seemed to dip as her knees weakened from Aaron’s kiss.

“Wow, is that the technique you wanted to show me?” She smiled, and her eyelids fluttered when he kissed her bare shoulder.

“No,” he mumbled as he kept kissing around her neck. “The lips I’m planning to kiss are lower on your body.”

Janice fell limp as her knees completely gave way. Aaron picked her up and placed her on the bed as if he were setting the table for his next meal.

She lay back, falling into the softness of the bedspread and ruffled sheets. The oversized shirt covered her skin, but the rush of excitement made her nipples erect under the fabric.

He stood at the end of the bed and brushed his fingers along the inner skin on her calves. A devious smile crossed his mouth, and there was a definite hunger in his eyes as he looked down at her.

Kneeling down at the foot of the bed, he tugged the fabric up her legs. His hands caressed her skin, tickling her and making her giggle. He leaned down and slowly began kissing her bared legs. Her moans were his guide to what he was doing and where to go next.

With each kiss, her legs spread farther apart. He rubbed and caressed the pale flesh of her thighs, each time applying a tender squeeze on the muscles. He never grew tired of this part of sex and hoped he never would. He breathed in deeply, the scent of her passion filling his lungs.

She lay spread open to his appreciative eyes. “Damn, you have a beautiful pussy.” He noticed her flinch slightly at his words.

He settled between her legs and put his hands under her ass to hold her. “There are many ways to eat a pussy. Every woman is different and each has different needs. I’ve learned that from experience and practice.” He paused. “There’s the fence painting technique.”

Janice squirmed with a puzzled look on her face as he slobbered and drooled all over her crotch and moved his head up and down like he was painting her pussy with his tongue. Saint Bernards wouldn’t drool and slobber as much as he did between her legs. She started to giggle at his wet and tickling touch.

“Sorry, I guess that’s another way to leave a wet spot.” He paused and took a deep breath. “Then there is the direct clit assault.”

Janice buckled as he found her clit with his tongue and began to suck and bite around the supersensitive flesh. She jerked wildly as he buried his face deeply into her.

With a growl he released her and smiled, his face covered in the shiny juices from within her. “I could show you the alphabet technique. That way I could write you a letter while eating you out.”

“That’s okay. I feel like I have a wet sponge between my legs.”

“Then there is something I learned a long time ago from an ancient civilization.” Aaron put his fingers over her eyes to close them and pressed her back onto the bed. He let his hands lightly touch her body as they traveled down. He brushed along her curves ever so gently.

“What do I…”

“Shhh, just relax and don’t open your eyes. Just feel what I’m doing to you. Only use your sense of touch.”