Hooker(20)

His hands glide down the sides of my body, before coming to rest on my arse. He lifts me and I wrap my legs around his waist. We’re so lost in each other, it takes a few seconds for us to realise the lift has stopped.

Stepping back, he carries me towards his suite. He balances me up against the wall while he fishes in his pocket for his room key. Using his shoulder to push the door open, he carries me inside and closes the door with his foot.

His lips are locked with mine before my back even touches the wall. He pushes my hair back as his lips trail a path down my neck. ‘I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want you right now,’ he breathes against my skin.

‘Take me. I’m all yours.’ I’m surprised at how liberating it is to say those words. They’re something I never thought I’d say willingly. The men in my life have only ever taken, whether it was offered to them or not.

‘Jesus,’ he groans as he pulls the cardigan I’m wearing down my arms. ‘Your skin is so soft.’ His lips trail along my collar bone. I need this singlet gone. I want his lips all over me. Reaching for the hem, I tug my top up and over my head, revealing my white lace bra.

Brock looks at my chest. Usually the way I’m ogled by my clients repulses me, but in this moment, the look of appreciation I see on Brock’s face makes me feel beautiful, not dirty.

Shifting my back slightly off the wall, he runs his hands up the length of my spine so he can unclasp my bra. ‘You’re fucking perfect,’ he says when it drops to the ground.

Unwrapping my legs from around his waist, I stand. My fingers work their way down his shirt as I undo the buttons. I need to feel his skin against mine. My hands move up to his shoulders and down his arms as I peel the fabric away, letting it fall to the ground.

I drink him in, marvelling at his chest and his ripped abs. He’s even more beautiful than I imagined. ‘You’re perfect too,’ I say as my fingertips run down his body before hooking into the front of his jeans. Using my thumb, I flip the button open before sliding down the zip. I want to give him something back. I want to thank him for everything he’s given me today.

When I fall to my knees, Brock growls. I pull his jeans down around his thighs. His large erection bulges from inside his black boxer briefs. My tongue trails a line along his skin, just above the band.

‘Jesus, Jade,’ he breathes as his hands fist in my hair. I’m going to give him a blowjob that he’ll never forget. Over time, I’ve become a master at it. When I learnt that men love a good blowjob just as much, if not more than, sex, I watched every porno I could find on the subject until I had it down to a fine art. If I could do it well enough, there was a chance I wouldn’t have to sleep with them. Somehow sucking a man’s cock didn’t seem as personal as having them inside me did.

If I couldn’t escape my wretched life, I needed to find a way to make it at least bearable.



BROCK

Jade seems sweet and innocent, yet she can suck cock like a damn pro. I don’t even want to know how she learnt to do this. Just the mere thought of it sets off a raging jealousy inside of me. That’s a feeling I’m not accustomed to and I don’t like it. In just a few short days, this woman has managed to turn my whole fucking world upside down.

A minute or so in, and already I’m gonna blow. As much as I’d like too, I can’t bring myself to come in her pretty mouth. Reluctantly I pull away, placing my hands under her arms and pulling her to her feet.

‘I wasn’t finished,’ she says as her brow furrows. Without giving her a chance to mutter another word, my lips crash into hers. My fingers immediately go to work on her jeans. Once they’re undone, she takes over, pulling them down her incredibly long legs.

I step out of my jeans and underwear before scooping her into my arms. ‘My turn,’ I whisper as I cross the room and gently lay her on the bed. Seeing her sprawled out like that, wearing nothing but a tiny pair of white lace panties, is a sight, I can tell you. She literally takes my breath away. Does this woman even realise how spectacularly beautiful she is?

Out of the corner of my eye, I spot the red tie I wore to the office earlier today slung over the back of the chair. I’ve never felt compelled to tie a woman up before, but for some reason with Jade, I do. I’d like to have her tied to my bed permanently if I could. That thought shocks me. It usually doesn’t take long for me to lose interest, but I get the feeling that won’t be happening any time soon with Jade.

Kneeling beside her, I place my lips on hers briefly before I grab hold of her arms, pulling them above her head. The moment I wrap the tie around her dainty wrists, I see fear flash across her face before her eyes clamp shut.