“Don’t worry about me. Don’t concern yourself with my motivations, don’t do anything but enjoy this. That’s all you have to do.”
I take a deep breath and release it. His dark eyes magnetize to mine. I can’t do anything but nod and promise him that I’ll listen to his command. He is the one with all the experience, and besides, he paid me to provide this service.
I’m here to follow directions.
And the truth is, I want to be freed from this prison of my mind. I don’t want to think about how much money I’m spending to save my idiot father, knowing he’ll just gamble and lose more in the future. I don’t want to wonder if Dermot really likes me, or really wants me the way I want him.
All I want to do is feel his lips on me again.
And then I do feel his lips, this time kissing my neck, down to my collarbone, between my breasts. This time he lingers. His hands slide up my hips, my ribs, and then his hands are gripping my flesh, pulling my breasts free from the thin material of my sundress.
The bra I’m wearing is not very strong, and it gives way, allowing my breasts to come free, the pink nipples erect, completely bare to Dermot’s intense gaze.
“Fuck, look at those sweet tits. Goddamn, I want to suck them, Haisley.”
“Please, suck them. Taste them,” I moan, my voice shaking. I can’t believe I am being so bold.
His eyes narrow and his nostrils flare as he takes a deep breath. “Don’t tempt me too much, baby,” he whispers.
“Please,” I say again, this time putting my hands on top of his, pressing them into my own flesh, squeezing my breasts together so the nipples point straight at his face. My body shivers with anticipation.
“Damn, you are sexy. What the fuck…” he mutters, as if to himself. He stares greedily at my chest, licks his lips. “I’m going to suck your tits, now.”
I nod. “Yes. Suck them, please. I need it so bad.” I’ve never talked like this before. And even though I know that people are “supposed” to talk like this during sex, I am not faking it. I am not just speaking these phrases.
I really need to him to suck my tits, to feel that sensation of this gorgeous man’s exquisite face pressed against my bosom, his tongue on my nipples. Working them, working me, furiously, and that is just what Dermot does next.
At first, he is gentler than I expect him to be.
I can tell he’s holding back, not wanting to frighten me with his aggression. Wanting to ease me into this new experience.
But the truth is, my entire body and soul is ready for this, and I am actually desperate. I cry out as his tongue and lips suckle, suctioning his mouth to my breasts, and I’m aching through my center as he lights me up with his desire.
“Harder. Oh, god, I’m gonna come.”
I cry out as he works my tits, then allows one hand to slide under my sundress, where he realizes I am without panties.
My pussy is sopping wet, my folds open, needy, as he pushes a finger inside and that’s all I require to launch into outer space.
I’m flying now, my entire body arches, as he slowly finger fucks me.
“Oh, God!” I shout, losing control. I clutch the duvet, as he sucks my breast harder, digs his finger deep into my channel.
I buck my hips and allow him to fuck me with his finger, expertly, making me come harder than I thought humanly possible.
I arch, shiver, and then my body is wracked by a few more minor shockwaves as he withdraws and slides up next to me in the bed. He kisses my lips fully.
As he looks at me, I turn and begin fumbling at his belt, his zipper.
He grabs my wrist. “What are you doing?”
“I’m going to…finish you off. I need you to come.”
“You wouldn’t even know how to begin,” he chuckles.
I sit up and feel tears prick the corners of my eyes. “It’s not funny,” I say. “I’m trying my best.”
He stops laughing. “I know you are. But you don’t need to force anything.”
“I want to do it.”
“Do what exactly?”
I shake my head and shrug. I’m humiliated now. I can’t bring myself to talk dirty after he laughed in my face. Am I that pathetic to him?
“Haisley, relax. I’m not poking fun at you.”
“You’re so experienced, you know everything. I’m just some dumb slut you paid for.”
Now he sits forward and grabs my hand tightly. “Don’t ever talk that way about yourself.”
“But it’s true, isn’t it? You don’t consider me a peer, like the famous society women you normally date. I’m below them. Below you.”
Dermot rolls his eyes. “Most of those so-called high-class women are about as dumb as a box of rocks. Even the educated ones are vapid, self-centered, entitled, and about as interesting as staring at a blank wall.”
“And me? Am I any better?”
He doesn’t look away. “You’re nothing like them. And that’s the best compliment I could ever give you, Haisley. None of them can hold a candle to you.”
Dermot
It seems as though I’ve given Haisley a compliment to calm her down, to make her feel less wounded.
The truth is that I was merely being honest.
None of the women I’ve been with before can compare to this woman. And it doesn’t make any sense to me, because I’m aware that I’ve been with the most sexual, gorgeous, desired women on the goddamn planet.
These are the women on the movie screens we all watch, the women in the tabloids we read, women who are on the minds of men when they come, when they’re fucking their wives and girlfriends with eyes closed, deep in a fantasy of someone else.
The women I am with on a regular basis are the same ones on the top sexiest women alive lists, etcetera, etcetera.
But Haisley beats them all, hands down, without even trying.
Without a stylist, a makeup artist, a personal trainer, all the money and gimmicks and fakery. She’s just herself.
And fuck me, but who Haisley is, unadorned and unassuming, is making me hard as I’ve ever been in my life. But more than that, she’s had an effect on the part of me that I thought was dead and gone.
I don’t completely like this feeling, either, because this was never part of the plan.
But right now, as I look into her eyes, and see all of that pure white skin, soft and supple, waiting for me, I don’t have any intention of stopping either.
Even if I know that this entire situation is a disaster in the making.
I am losing control.
I am falling into the well of lust and desire.
“Thank you for being kind to me,” she whispers.
“I’m not kind. Remember?”
“I know,” she says, and then I’m kissing her again. I’m not even remotely sated, and although she’s come twice today, that’s not enough for me, either.
She’s missed out on a lifetime of sexual experiences, apparently.
And now I’m going to help her make up for lost time.
Her mouth tastes sweet like honey. But I need to know how the rest of her tastes. I need it like air. I need this so badly, and I can hardly restrain my eagerness.
I kiss down her neck, smelling her perfume, her skin. Tasting her as I go. Down to those full, heavy breasts, taking one nipple and then the other in my mouth. She cries out, birdlike, her hands fluttering as I expertly suck and lick.