“Keep holding me.”
“Stop moving, then,” I barked.
“Why?” Her voice dropped an octave, becoming sultry.
“Because my cock is as hard as your day has been and I would very much like for my balls not to fall off.”
She wiggled that luscious butt in response. My erect cock was nestled between her ass cheeks through our clothes. I looked down under the duvet. It was the hottest shit I’d ever seen.
“Hallie.” I closed my eyes, shuffling back. Half my body was hanging off of the damn mattress. I was about to fall off the bed. Still, I held her.
“Hmm?” She chased my crotch, moving her ass up and down, grinding against my cock, which needed absolutely no further encouragement to release a pearl of pre-cum which stuck to my sweatpants. My shaft swung back and forth, tapping her ass. She purred. She knew exactly what she was doing.
“Stop,” I groaned, my balls tightening.
“See, I know I should.” She laced one of her legs through mine, continuing to grind against me. “But you’re the only man who’s ever made me feel…desire.”
“See, saying that to a Dom means whatever’s happening here should end immediately, since I’m the adult in the room right now.”
The words sounded right and felt right. I’d practiced the lifestyle long enough to know boundaries—mine and my partners’—and yet I couldn’t fucking deny her.
She snaked a hand between us, gripping my cock through my sweatpants. “I want you, Ransom.”
“I don’t want to ruin you,” I croaked. And I generally ruined everything I touched. Unless it was work-related.
“Ruin me anyway.” Her hand slipped into my sweatpants, her thumb twirling the drop of cum on the crown of my cock, rubbing it against the sensitive part. “There’s not much left to destroy as it is.”
The remainder of my self-control shredded into confetti. I flipped her around so we were face-to-face. We stared at each other in the dark. I wanted to kill myself for what I was about to do.
“Kiss me,” she grumbled.
Helpless, and completely fucked, I shoved my fingers into her hair, pulling her forward as my mouth crushed down on hers.
Our teeth clashed. I growled, drawing away. This was my first real kiss, at age twenty-nine, and as far as first kisses went, it was probably a lackluster one for her. Then I remembered she probably hadn’t really kissed anyone, either. We were both new at this.
Hallie wouldn’t let go. She tugged me closer, clasping her legs around my waist, like a human octopus, not letting me go.
She shook her head, opening her mouth against mine, the tip of her tongue searching inside, exploring, sweeping against my teeth and my tongue and the roof of my mouth.
“We aren’t doing this right,” I grunted. I was no expert, but I knew. She froze inside my arms. Her mouth disconnected from mine, and she pulled away, searching my eyes.
“Ransom, have you ever been—”
“No.”
“Okay, I won’t ask.”
This was painful. This was why I kept my sexual liaison on the kinky side. It was so much easier to explain why there wouldn’t be kissing and cuddling.
She kissed me again, slowly now. Touching her lips to the side of my mouth. Her tongue traced my lips. Her arms wrapped around my neck. I opened my mouth. She tasted of toothpaste and something sweet and Hallie. Of her jokes and quirks and idealistic, environmental agenda.
We did that for a while. I didn’t dare touch her clothes, remove anything. But I was relieved when she scooted back a little, grabbed the hem of her sweatshirt, and flung it to the floor. I kicked the blanket off of us, allowing myself to admire her tits. Her tattoos. All of her.
Take a good look and have your fill, because you’re about to fuck the client and with it, your entire business plan.
My thumb traced her ink. The lotus along her midriff, the mermaid tail on her hipbone…
“Do you want to kiss me somewhere else?” Her voice sounded timid—almost childish—in my ears again. And if I wasn’t too far gone, this might cause me to pull away and get my shit together.
I looked up at her, nodding. “I want to kiss you everywhere.”
“Please do.”
I started with her neck. I licked the outline of her breasts, biting softly the part where the curve met her ribcage. It was a lovely torture. My skin felt different. More sensitive. Perhaps I was allergic to making out. Unlikely, but not out of character.
Clasping one of her nipples between my teeth, I angled my cock between her legs, finding her sleek and ready for me. I knew, as my tip nestled between her hot, wet folds, that I was making a mistake.
I knew, and still, I pressed home.
She gasped, pushing her hot mouth into my neck.
“This feels so…” she stuttered.
Please say good and not horrible, because my dick will fall off if I have to stop now.
“Yes?” I urged, moving inside her slowly, so slow it hurt. Not only because I wanted to make it good for her, but because I was pretty sure I was about to come.
“Insane!” She dropped her head to the pillow, nails digging into my waist, drawing me closer.
I swallowed her moans with demanding, deep kisses, driving into her, spiraling with each thrust, feeling her clenching around me. I wanted her to come so badly I disgusted myself. This new version of me, the one that gave a shit, was a danger to my identity.
“Right there.” Her mouth dropped into an O-shape, her eyes finding mine in the dark. I was making eye contact now while fucking. This was just great. What came next? Spooning.
You already spooned her, idiot. Pre-sex.
Her hips rolled, meeting each of my thrusts. She was good at this, I realized. A natural. One day, she was going to find someone else, hopefully someone good, who’d get to enjoy that on a daily basis.
That someone wasn’t gonna be me.
Grabbing her ass, I tugged her down to the edge of the bed, sinking my feet to the floor. I couldn’t stand the tenderness. The romance of it all.
Spreading her wide, I started pushing into her jerkily, the way I would if she were another faceless, highly curated Tinder hookup.
Tell me to stop. Tell me it’s not good for you. Tell me I’m a bastard.
“Shit! Oh! This is so good,” she cried out instead, her tits bouncing to the rhythm of my thrusts.
This was when it hit me. I wasn’t wearing a condom, for the first time since I’d started having sex.
“I gotta pull out,” I groaned. “We’re bareback. Are you coming?”
“Gimme a few.”
I drove into her harshly. “Hurry up.”
As if on cue, she fell apart beneath me, her muscles squeezing my cock greedily. Her breathing became shaky. A drop of sweat rolled from my forehead, exploding inside her navel.
I pulled out, strings of my white cum ribboning over her tatted body.
This never happened. I never went off-script. Never screwed a client. Only it did happen. Was happening. Right now.
Shoving my legs into my pants, I staggered out of her room.
Now wasn’t the time to start catching feelings.
“Hallie! Come here, please. They need another family photo!” My mother’s overtly cheerful lilt grated from under the arched, white columns of the Art Museum of Dallas. It had been converted into a wedding venue for the day. A school trip had to be canceled to accommodate the event.