When he pulls away again his eyes are heavy on mine, taking me in, both of us breathing hard.
“Get on the bed,” he tells me.
On wobbly legs, I comply.
I crawl onto the bed, headed for the middle when he says, “Stop. Don’t move.”
I look over my shoulder at him, on my hands and knees and topless.
He rubs his hand over his cock. “Jesus,” he says. “Someone should paint you.” He slips up on the bed as smooth as a tiger, taking me around the waist and rubbing his hard cock against my ass. I push back to show him that I want it. He said he wasn’t going to fuck me, but maybe I want him too. Maybe he’ll change his mind. Maybe I’m out of my mind over this guy, totally in over my head. He’s got me under a spell that I don’t want to wake up from, that’s for sure.
He grinds up against my ass and my head is spinning, totally losing my mind. Rex pushes me down between my shoulders so that my chest is on the bed but my ass is still perked up toward him. He moves his hand over my slit.
“Fuck, I can feel how wet you are. You’re soaking through your panties, Addison.” His finger runs back and forth, pressing into my wet hole. All I can do is whimper and push back, showing him that yes, I want it.
Yes, I want more.
Finally he takes my panties and slides them off me. I move back up on my elbows but Rex pushes me back down, saying, “I didn’t tell you to get up yet, did I?”
I should be intimidated by this guy—and I am. My naked ass high in the air aimed right at him, God I’ve never done anything like this before. But lust has totally taken over all my other emotions, my body demanding it gets what it wants no matter the humiliation.
When Rex pushes my knees further apart, I comply. When his hands lay on my upper thighs and he pulls my cunt wider apart, I let him. And when his tongue presses along the length of my soaking slit, I moan out in complete ecstasy. He licks up and back, tasting every inch of me, and then turns his face to get at my clit between my thighs. He sucks on it, little growls coming from him that make me even hotter.
When he slips a finger into my throbbing pussy and quickly realizes he wants to give me more, he pumps a second finger in, making me scream out in delight and slight pain at the quick intrusion.
But it’s sensory overload because he’s still working my clit with the point of his tongue, flicking and sucking on it. Finally he slides the flat of his tongue along my length once again, getting dangerously close to my other hole. His breath on it is enough to make me twitch with dirty anticipation.
Without warning he flips me over, and I am nothing but a ragdoll in his hands, on his bed. With my knees out to the sides he dives into my pussy, fully licking at my cunt with nothing in his way. It’s too much. I’ve never felt such frenzied state of lust in my entire life and I’m not sure I can handle it.
I’m not sure I can stay conscious.
But I don’t want to miss a moment because odds are I’ll never see this gorgeous, sexy man ever again. With some effort I open my eyes and look down at him, the curls of his hair bouncing as his mouth works my cunt like it’s never been worked before. I reach out for his hair just to touch him—he doesn’t need any guidance or help—and just feel him there.
“God, yes,” I moan, watching him. “Fuck me, Rex. Yes.”
Rex growls again and ups his efforts, pumping me again with his fingers until I think I’m going to pass out. He’s sucking on my clit and has his fingers all the way in, working them inside me and I honestly couldn’t hold on any longer if my life were depending on it. With his fingers in my soaking pussy and his lips torturing my clit, I break, coming so hard I buck my hips into his face but he doesn’t seem to mind. I realize I'm screaming out my pleasure as the walls of my pussy contract and pump, making me wonder if I’ve ever actually had an orgasm before.
When I finish, I feel dead. I can’t move my limbs. I can’t open my eyes. I feel Rex kiss the insides of my thighs, and then pull the blanket around us.
“You okay?” he asks me, settling in on a pillow beside me.
I can’t even look over at him. I’m afraid I’ll see something in his face that will ruin the moment—some sort of regret or something. But my eyes flutter open, and Rex watches me with a soft look that goes from my eyes to my lips—almost like he’s thinking he wants more. It makes me smile.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” he says.
“Yes,” I say. “I am perfectly okay. More than, in fact.”
“Good,” he says. “Then tonight was a success.”
He nudges his body closer to mine, and after the insane orgasms, the champagne, the warmth of the fire and Rex’s body, I fall quickly and deeply asleep.
I wake not much later with a start. Rex is on his side next to me, his hand resting on my hip. His face looks warm, his lashes lying thick on his cheeks. I lost my head because a hot guy gave me the time of day?
No, I realize with a sickening feeling in my stomach. I lost my head because a skeevy guy in a parking lot offered me a thousand dollars. Promised me there’d be no sex, not even a kiss on the cheek. And Rex certainly didn’t act like he expected that. He wanted marriage, for crying out loud, a contractual relationship with no emotions. Instead we had sex.
Worse, I got paid.
I already deposited the money. Which makes me a proper prostitute, even if I don’t take the remaining seven hundred dollars that Damien said I’d get once the client was satisfied with my job.
Satisfied with my job takes on a whole new meaning now. And it’s not one I’m very proud of.
I feel dirty and disgusted with myself. And what makes it even worse is that I did genuinely like spending time with Rex.
I throw my legs off the side of the bed, sitting up. The fire is down to warm embers and I’m shivering. I rub my hands over my eyes, trying to understand what I did, and why. Desperation, that’s why. Lust, that’s also why. I’m a cliché of other girls who have come to L.A. with a ridiculous dream of making it, and I just prostituted myself.
I quickly find my bra and panties on the floor, slipping them on quietly. I tip toe through the house and back out to the pool, where my clothes still lay. I grab them, and my purse, and make my way out the front door, hoping Sheldon doesn’t jump out from around the corner of the hallway to try and stop me.
My hands shake as I start up my car. It sputters loudly and I worry that it’s going to wake up Rex somehow. I look anxiously toward the front door as I give my car a moment to warm up.
No one comes.
I put the car in drive and head back out, letting out a sigh of relief that the gate opens automatically from the inside. I coast down the hills and winding turns, and when I’m back on the flat roads below the Hollywood Hills, I let out a sigh of relief.
I can admit that Rex Croft is the hottest, sexiest man I’ve ever had in my life. I can admit he did things to my body that no one has ever even come close to doing.
But I also need to make sure that I never see him again.
One night with Rex Croft will have to last me a lifetime.
Rex
I wake slowly.
Before I even open my eyes I remember her.
I already feel the need to have her close to me again.