Sizzle (5 page)

He looks intently into my eyes and I read pure lust in his dark, hypnotic gaze. He clasps me below my thighs and stands. I wrap my arms around his neck and squeeze my legs tightly at his waist.

“Release your legs.” His husky voice does strange things to me.

I release my legs and my lower half slides down his body. He reaches between us and unbuckles his belt. My heart rate doubles. He’s looking down at me. The smile is gone and his eyes burn with need. The sound of his zipper sends another thrill through my body. He pulls the chair farther away from the table and sits back down. I awkwardly bend into him, with my arms still clasped around his neck.

The sound of my cell phone ringing startles me so strongly I almost fall off my heels.

Alex picks it up and clicks the screen. “She’s occupied and will be for several hours.” Five seconds later, his irritation comes through loud and clear. “I don’t give a fuck about policy, clear it with Madison. I’m the customer.” He presses End without taking his eyes from me.

“Pull me out and suck me off, Celina.”

This is what it’s all been about since I walked through the door. I’m stupid for thinking something changed just because I got a thrill when I fed him and he sucked my fingers. I release his neck and go to my knees. I gaze up at his wide chest and molded abs and push away all negative thoughts. I lick my lips because it isn’t just his cock I want. He grabs the collar of my shirt and pulls it down on one side. I slide out of it and it falls to the floor. I pull apart the material of his pants until his cock is standing up inches from my lips. I glance up and he’s still watching me.

This is it.

He doesn’t drop his gaze when I slide my lips around the engorged head. Oral has never really appealed to me. Alex is different. He tastes different. He’s slightly salty, and maybe it’s the overall scent he carries, but he tastes wild and earthy. Pure man, or at least how a man should taste. I glide my tongue around the head and slowly move my fingers to his balls. I watch his reaction as I take more of him into my mouth. He’s big, and his file says he likes it rough. I open my jaw wider to accommodate him. David enjoyed a fast tempo when I did this, so I increase the speed of sliding just the tip of his cock in and out of my mouth.

My scalp stings when he grabs a large section of hair at my nape and pulls. “Slow,” he whispers. I do as he demands and give him slow. Saliva builds in my mouth and a small bit drips down my chin. I wipe it and receive another sudden jerk to my hair. “No, I like it.”

I don’t, but what the hell can I say? His cock is in my mouth and he’s the customer. He gets it messy.

“Play with yourself,” he commands.

I knew this was coming. The other ladies who partnered with him wrote quite the commentary about him liking to watch them masturbate. I’m holding his balls in one hand and use the other to pinch my nipples. His heated gaze follows my hand. His breathing accelerates and I whimper around his cock at the contact of my own hand.

“Use your fingers on your pussy.” It’s a groan, and I must be doing something right.

The strangest feeling comes over me.

Power.

I push my mouth a little farther over his cock as I trail my fingers over my belly until I touch myself between my legs. I’m turned on. The wetness on my fingers is proof. I release his balls and bring my fingers to my right nipple and squeeze a bit harder than I had before. I gaze up and watch him watch me. His eyes lift and lock with mine.

“Get yourself off while you keep those cherry lips around my cock.”

I circle my clit to the same rhythm I tongue his cock.

His hips lift off the chair and his cock slides against the back of my throat. “Fuck yes,” he says at the same time I switch my hand to my other breast.

I concentrate on not gagging as I take him deeper and forget about everything but pleasing him and pleasing myself. I melt into his body. It shouldn’t be this way. I shouldn’t enjoy what’s happening. But there’s no denying that I do.

Alex

I BUCK MY HIPS
and she takes more of me. I like this slow enough that it’s to the point of torture. I want a woman’s jaw to ache for days after I fuck her mouth. My balls are incredibly tight and I know it won’t be long before I come. Fuck, her innocence mixed with the talent of her mouth is almost my undoing.

There’s nothing about her that doesn’t turn me on. I usually discover something—a small tell, an irritating laugh… something. I swear her mouth is made for my cock. I tighten my fingers in her hair and push her down on me until she gags. More drool slides from her lips and I fucking love it.

Her fingers dance over her clit in tight circles. She moves her other hand from one nipple to the other and I want to do it with my teeth. I need her to fucking come. I begin pulling her hair harder and she can do little more than stay open for me and take everything I’m giving her. Every so often her teeth scrape along my cock and it doubles the steady throb in my balls. I want her swallowing everything I give her. Hell, I want to pound into her pussy when I’m done with her mouth. I stop that thought immediately. Oral is uncomplicated.

The smell of sex permeates the room. I breathe in deeply through my nose because the scent intensifies the ache in my cock. Fuck. I pull her head up a bit to try to delay my orgasm. Her eyes roll back and she shudders with her own. It’s all I can take. I jerk her mouth over me. I’m no longer in control. I don’t ease up as my cum spurts in a steady stream down her throat. She takes it, and I realize I’m not really giving her a choice. I release her hair and place my fingers at the pulse of her throat. She pulls away only enough to breathe. She sucks me down while wave after wave of my orgasm buries me in sensation.

She finally pulls back completely and I swear something breaks inside me when she dips her head and kisses just the tip of my cock. She lays her head on my thigh and I thread my fingers into her hair and pull her closer.

I barely control the urge to pick her up and carry her to bed for round two. My personal rules be damned. I want to fuck her until she’s screaming my name. I want to fuck her until I’m screaming hers.

Time stops and how long we stay like this is unknown. I fuck these women so I don’t have thoughts beyond what their delectable mouths can do for me. This woman changes the game. I want to know all of Celina’s secrets. I especially want to know why she’s here this minute and why she just gave me the best blow job of my life.

Her head lifts and our eyes meet. I smile because that’s all I’m capable of. For a few seconds she looks at me with more trust than anyone has ever given me. Her eyes hold her soul and for those seconds, her soul is mine. Then I watch realization settle over her expression. One second we’re still joined in a way that transcends touch and the next she’s scrambling away. It’s a punch in the gut, but I don’t stop her. She runs into the bedroom and slams the door to the bathroom.

I’m an ass for letting her run into the other room, but I need time to assess the raw feelings swirling through me. I stand and lift my pants over my hips and gingerly zip them because I’m already semi-hard. I take out my phone and check the time. Celina’s been here for less than an hour. I like to take things slow. A little food and conversation mixed with blow jobs. Controlled and on my timeline. Celina took that away.

The life I lead takes a toll. I don’t enjoy killing. It’s a necessity and it keeps my family safe. I make no excuses for who I am. The brutality of the blood on my hands is something I live with each day. Maybe that’s why I’ve never visited my sister, Theresa. She thinks of me as the young boy she knew who had hopes and dreams. My father protected her from the dirt that saturated our lives. She was his princess and she never saw the world of petty drug dealing we were involved in. A world that turned into blood, vengeance, and death.

My world.

If I really wanted to see Theresa, I could find a way without endangering her and her family.

Maybe it’s seeing Moon so happy and fulfilled in his life that has settled this melancholy feeling over me. I want more than the fucked up world we live in. That must be why I’m having a difficult time placing Celina in the box that holds no emotion and only lust.

I look down at my hands and curl my fingers into fists. I’ve never worn the knuckle gloves to protect my hands. I like the gloves because they have a different sound when they pound flesh. The pain, the sound—my enjoyment of both—that’s what makes me a sick fuck.

I run my fingers over my head before walking into the bedroom and approaching the bathroom door. I plan to knock and tell her to get dressed so she can leave. It’s the crying that stops me. It’s so full of anguish I almost smash the door and barrel inside. I try the knob, which turns in my hand.

She isn’t dressed. She’s sitting on the toilet seat with her face buried in a white monogramed Lincoln Hotel towel. The thoughts from a few moments ago vanish. I lift her into my arms. It shouldn’t feel so perfect holding her this way. I don’t know her, don’t want to know her. At least that’s what I tell myself. She keeps a strangle hold on the towel and I hear a muttered, “Sorry,” in between more sobs.

“Shh,” I tell her as I carry her to the bed. I whip back the covers and lay her on her side. Hell, I’m not a saint and never have been, but I shuck my pants and climb in beside her anyway. Her entire body is cool, which seems so unusual. The room is cool, but I swear the temperature outside keeps my body hotter year around. I like that I feel so warm against her flesh.

She’s clutching the towel like a lifeline. I smooth her hair from around the edges of the towel and lay it over her shoulder. “Why are you here, Celina?”

She sniffs and I don’t think she’ll answer, but finally a faint condemning laugh escapes. “I need the money,” she chokes out.

That, I’ve already guessed. It’s why ninety percent of the escorts start in this line of work. From paying for college to supporting a family—if you’ve got the goods, men will pay. I squeeze her a little tighter. “Explain why you need the money.” She doesn’t answer until I prompt with, “Celina,” in the voice I use to show I’m serious.

“I can’t tell you that,” she says a little louder. A little more desperately.

I tug on the towel and after one half-hearted attempt to hold on, she lets go. I toss it off the bed and she turns her face into my chest.

“I think you
can
tell me.”

She says nothing, so I slide my arm beneath her shoulders and partially lift her. “How much do you need?” Her eyes are closed, but she opens them at my question.

“Fifty thousand dollars,” she says with a despairing look.

“Is it drugs or gambling?” I ask. I’m dreading the answer. She doesn’t look like a drug addict, but it’s not always easy to tell.

Her tone is indignant and I almost smile. “It isn’t drugs or gambling. I wish it were. I can’t tell you anything more. It’s too dangerous. I need the money and that’s why I’m here.” She sniffs and flushes a bit redder. “I’m sorry for crying. It’s really stupid of me. You’ve been very… nice.”

Nice. The word doesn’t sit well. The last thing I am is nice. “How soon do you need the money?” I ask instead of telling her the truth.

Her blue eyes are tinged red from crying and a slight hitch enters her voice when she says, “One month.”

My brain puzzles through the math. Even if all her clients are as generous as I am, she’ll be lucky to make that in a month. “I’m working two jobs. I can do it,” she says at the look on my face.

Well, hell. She should not have told me that. I have a feeling she’s talking about two escort jobs, which is against the rules. “Does Madison know?”

Her expression turns desperate. “Please don’t tell her. You don’t understand,” she continues. “I don’t have a choice, and if I don’t get the money, something very bad will happen.”

She has no idea that something very bad has already happened. The other escort service in Phoenix is run by Miles Cartwright. He’s scum, and I’ve been itching for a reason to shut his operation down. He plays by Moon’s rules, so I haven’t had that opportunity yet. His lover, Trett McDowell, is scum too and he’s been known to use a heavy hand on their ladies. The problem is… the escorts won’t talk. They aren’t nearly the caliber of the stable Madison runs, and we don’t have work for them anyway.

I couldn’t care less what Trett’s sexual preference is. Just because you like dick up the ass doesn’t mean you take it out on women when you’re angry. There is no way in hell Cartwright or McDowell will get within a hundred yards of Celina. I’ll work something out with Madison. I’ll also make a call to Cartwright so he knows Celina is off limits. She can take the calls Madison lines up and maybe I’ll decide to foot the bill for the remainder of what she needs. I’ll work with Madison to pad Celina’s accounts so she doesn’t know I’ve subsidized the money. It’s only if she’s been truthful and this isn’t connected to drugs or gambling. I’m not exactly in the trust business; I’ve been lied to so many times that trust comes hard. I’ll find out what the hell she’s involved in and make my final decision once I know. The thought of setting her up someplace to be at my beck and call has a certain appeal. Again, I’ll consider it after I know what the hell she’s gotten herself into.