Hooker(19)
After our second ride around the park came to an end, we walked the streets of New York hand in hand, talking and laughing. Later, Brock took me to one of his favourite restaurants. He ordered a bottle of wine for us to have with dinner. I opted for a chicken salad, while he ordered a steak that was the size of my head. I couldn’t hold in my laugh when the waitress placed it in front of him. It looked delicious, though. M doesn’t let me eat red meat.
He talked about his business, and his brother. There was no mention of his parents. I didn’t divulge much about my life; there’s really nothing I can say without giving it all away. I thought I’d pretty much come to terms with being a hooker, but being with Brock makes me see that’s not the case. Just thinking about him finding out who I really am, and what I really do, fills me with shame.
I did confess one thing: I told him about my love of cooking, and how I was hoping to one day open my own restaurant. That was a huge step for me. I’ve never spoken of my hopes or dreams before.
‘I was hoping tonight would never end,’ Brock says, reaching for my hands. ‘I promised Rupert that I’d have you back in the hotel by midnight, and I’m a man of my word.’
‘I don’t want it to end either,’ I reply as tears sting my eyes. Letting go of my hands, Brock runs his fingertips tenderly over my hair before tucking some strands behind my ear. His eyes are locked with mine, and there’s something about the way he looks at me that makes my pulse quicken.
‘I’m captivated by you, Miss Davis.’
Before I have a chance to reply, his lips are on mine. Sliding his hands around my waist, he pulls my body flush with his. This kiss is so much more than the peck he gave me at the park, and when I open my mouth slightly, he deepens it. My arms slide around his neck, holding on tightly as my legs threaten to give out. I’ve never been kissed like this before, but I just follow his lead in the hope I can pull it off. Besides, I’ve watched enough pornos in my time to know how it’s done.
This kiss is sweet and hot—is it possible to orgasm just from a kiss? Because, by God, this man has me so turned on. I’m certainly no stranger to orgasms, though I’ve never had one with any of my sexual encounters in the past. It’s my job to please them, not the other way around. What I have learnt over time, however, is how to turn myself on. Some of the men who require sex seem to like it when I touch myself in front of them. I, on the other hand, only do it to get wet. I don’t ever want to experience the pain of my first time with that pig of a man again.
My body’s natural instincts take over. When I slide my tongue into Brock’s mouth, he groans, pulling me even closer. I feel his erection pressed up against my stomach, which only turns me on even more. I start to wonder what he’d feel like inside me. For me, sex has never been enjoyable, but with Brock, I get a feeling it would be different. Very different.
We’re both breathless by the time the kiss ends. I’m not sure how long we make out in the corridor, because time seems to have stood still. I’m no longer aware of my surroundings. Brock rests his forehead against mine and mutters one word, ‘Wow.’ That’s an understatement. Kissing is a hard limit for me, but not with him. I could kiss him forever.
‘I’d invite you in,’ I say, once I’m able to string two words together, ‘but Rupert is staying in the room next door.’
‘Come back to my suite then. I’m not ready to let you go yet. To be honest, I’m not sure I’ll ever be ready.’
His words both melt and break my heart. I don’t want to let him go either, but I know I don’t have a choice. It just makes me hate M even more. I’m still bound to her for two more years. A few weeks ago, it didn’t feel like a long time—now it feels like an eternity.
‘Okay,’ I reply. I’m taking a huge risk, but if tonight’s going to be the end of us, then I want to experience it all. He’ll forever remain the first man to hold my hand. My first kiss. I want him to be the only person I’ve ever wanted inside me. The first person I’ve had sex with, without being paid or forced. I wish there had never been any other man but him. Sadly, that ship sailed years ago.
‘Really?’ His whole face lights up with surprise. I nod.
He grasps my hand in his and leads me back to the lifts before I can change my mind, which I know I won’t. I want this night with him more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.
Once we’re inside the lift, he presses the button that takes us to the fiftieth floor. He must be staying in the penthouse suite. The moment the doors close, he backs me up against the wall, caging me in. Threading my fingers into his dark hair, I pull his mouth to mine.