Copyright 2013 Dez Burke
Chapter One
Tiana knew she was crazy for even thinking about it.
If her white bitch of a boss hadn’t been so smug when Tianna told her she would be attending her upcoming wedding solo, she wouldn’t even be considering such a crazy idea.
“It’s so hard for a black woman to find a good man these days, isn’t it dear?” her boss had said with a condescending pat on her shoulder. “Maybe one day you’ll find a man like my dear Jonathan.”
Tiana wanted to smack her. Instead, a seed of an idea formed in her head. What if she brought the most handsome, sexy, drop-dead gorgeous man she could find as her date to the wedding? That would shut her boss up. And after all, how hard could it be to find somebody?
Turned out-pretty damn hard.
She’d quickly run through her short list of possible dates without any success. Going to a wedding would be torture for any man and they all had good excuses why they couldn’t escort her. Now here it was, three days before the big wedding on Saturday, and she didn’t have a date.
Oh my God my life is crap, Tiana decided, fingers pressed to her temples. How was it possible that a woman in her mid-twenties, successful with loads of friends, could feel so lonely? All she needed was a man to accompany her for a few hours. To show her boss she could indeed find a good man if she wanted to.
Just like that, she’d made up her mind the next move to make.
It took a few minutes on the search engine to get her to where she wanted to be. She’d seen the website featured on “The Wendy Williams Show” and it sounded completely legit.
She typed in the name “Gents4Ladies” and there it was.
It looked like some kind of a male escort directory, with hordes of gorgeous guys promising an evening of conversation, companionship or dancing. The website explicitly stated that no sexual favors would be granted in exchange for money. The males were simply offering their companionship and nothing more.
Well, Tiana thought, companionship for a few hours is exactly what I’m looking for…
Only last week, her close friend and colleague, Alyssa, had recommended the website as both girls had hung out at their favorite bar and discussed Tiana’s dilemma. “You’ve always threatened to go the ‘gigolo’ route if you ever ran out of options,” Alyssa teased, her blue eyes twinkling beneath her thick blonde fringe.
Tiana had looked doubtfully into her tequila. “I was only joking! Do you really think I could pay someone to go with me?”
Alyssa nodded firmly. “Just check out that website and look for “Jordan”. He comes highly recommended from a friend of mine. She needed an escort for a trade show function. From what I hear, he’s gorgeous.” An impish grin crossed the petite blonde’s face, and she added, “If you ever make up your mind to go for it, Jordan sounds like your best bet.”
Tiana hadn’t taken Alyssa seriously, not then. But now, a week later, curiosity and a sense of adventure suddenly struck her. Truth was, she needed this; a bit of excitement, something out of her comfort zone to make her feel like she had red blood in her veins still and wasn’t turning into a burned out prune at barely twenty-seven.
Suddenly, her fingers were flying over the keys as she found her way to the website Alyssa had suggested. Soon she was going through the guys’ photo gallery, keeping in mind the name ‘Jordan’ as she decided she would stick with Alyssa’s commendation in that regard as well. All this was new to Tiana and she definitely wasn’t taking chances.
In no time, she’d picked him out from the numerous escorts on offer, and couldn’t hold back a gasp.
Alyssa had been right. He was a total hunk; and unlike the others his own shot didn’t look posed but seemed just like he was taking a casual stroll along the beach when the image was taken. He was smiling into the camera, a warm, teasing smile that made her wonder who had been behind the lens. A loving girlfriend?
His name was simply Jordan, with a single cryptic line: Good at dancing and conversation.
Hmm, Tiana mused, now curious enough to go ahead and click on his picture to view his profile. His "page" was more descriptive and full of details. Jordan. I know how to please... Whether it's for a classy night out with dinner and drinks or a serious business function, I'm your man. I promise to give you top value - or your money back. Guaranteed.
Now that really struck Tiana as funny. What escort gave a money-back guarantee? She chuckled to herself; obviously he was a joker. And yet he'd made enough of an impression to make her want to pick up the phone and call the number provided on the screen. She didn't even want to check out the profiles of any other guys; she was afraid she'd lose her nerve and change her mind about the whole thing if she did. After all, this was way beyond anything she’d ever tried in the past. At least this guy came with a referral from a friend.
Truth be told, the guy named Jordan was certainly nothing like the men Tiana normally dated. For one thing, he was white. Hot as sin, but different. So far Tiana had never had an opportunity to get physically involved interracially. That didn’t mean she didn’t have an eye for an attractive looking man no matter his skin-color or ethnicity.
And Jordan looked like a flipping sex god. And hey, if she was going to do something as outrageous as hiring a male escort, she might as well go all the way and pick someone to blow her boss’s socks off – right?
So she was picking Jordan as her first and only choice, decided Tiana. And if there was anything she felt uneasy with after the phone call, then she'd forget about the whole idea.
She couldn’t wait to see her boss’s face when she walked through the receiving line at the reception with Jordan. Smiling wickedly to herself in new-found anticipation, she reached for the phone.
***
"I'm sorry, I think you've got the wrong number," Jordan said, frowning slightly as he listened to the smooth, flowing feminine voice on the phone. The caller had just told him she was interested in booking a male escort for a few hours to attend a wedding.
"Really? Aren't you Jordan?"
He paused, shocked. How did she know his name? "Ah...yes, I am, but…"
"Look, Jordan, I've never done this before, and it's kind of nerve-racking for me. So I'd appreciate it if you just let me know what I need to do here. Once again, are you Jordan, good with conversation and dancing? With a money-back guarantee?"
Once again Jordan was thunderstruck. He was getting really freaked out here. But he decided there had to be a good explanation for all this.
"Look um, lady, could you tell me where you got my phone number and all this information?"
"Its right there on this website called Gents4Ladies. And it has your number on it and now I'm talking to you so obviously I'm not the one who's mixed up here. So are you a male escort or not?"
Apparently I am, Jordan thought in amazement as he stared at the computer screen in front of him. He'd typed in the address she'd mentioned, and right there was his name and photo listed on the home page with a host of other guys.
What the hell? He clicked on his photo, scanned the "details", and decided that someone out there, someone very close to him and very crazy, was playing a prank on him.
"Jordan, are you there?"
He shook out of his daze to find the woman was still on the line. He realized he was curious about her. Was she in on the joke? Was this all part of the set-up? And how on earth could he get to the bottom of this, discover who was behind this? It had to be for a television show like “Punked.” There couldn’t be any other explanation. But who would do something this crazy?
Only one way to find out, he mused. He decided to play along.
"Yes, ma’am, I'm still here."
Tiana sighed deeply. For a second she'd been about to say screw it and just hang up. But there was something about the way he sounded; he had a distinct, very stirring voice. Sexy. A man with a voice like that couldn't be a bad lover, she surmised. She forced herself to focus.
"So, Jordan. Down to business. I looked carefully over your portfolio and the services you provide. I'm interested in the full package."
"Full...package?”
Jordan hoped she couldn't hear the slight croak in his voice. His eyes ranged over the web page in front of him but he was too muddled up by the whole fiasco to even understand what was happening. The words on the screen suddenly seemed jumbled up, gibberish.
"Ah...lady, what's your name if I may ask?"
She seemed to hesitate, and then said, "Tiana."
"OK, Tiana. Great. So...if you could just spell things out for me so I'll know exactly what you ah...you desire." Sheesh! That sounded so lame even to his own ears. If he ever got his hands on whoever was responsible for this...
"Fine. Um...well, I'm looking at your page now, and it seems you've ticked certain...items regarding what you're able to offer."
"Yes...?"
"Well, I'm thinking of trying the whole deal: dining, then dancing and whatever else comes with it. I assume since it’s a wedding I would need to purchase the whole package?"
Jordan's brain had flipped since the word "whole package". Whoa whoa whoa. Oh my God! What the hell did that mean? Was sex involved? Surely so. Wasn’t that illegal though? But the site was for male escorts. It felt like his hormones had flashed forward ahead of him and his brain just couldn’t catch up.
Well, he had to give it to this Tiana lady; any woman who could be so business-like about such an issue had to be something. He couldn't help wondering what she looked like; was she a stunner? Why was she booking a male escort anyway? Was she a lonely, neglected housewife, or some adventurous modern chick who liked to live on the wild side? Or was she just a desperate female looking for any kind of fun available on the internet? Not that he’d ever tried it, but Jordan knew a few things about internet dating and seeking companionship online especially in this hectic day and age where meeting like minds was harder than ever. Did Tiana fit this category?
Why was he even wondering? He should be hanging up and then freaking out about having his picture on the internet with his real name and real phone number out there for random women to just ring him up and order...dinner and the “whole package”! He wondered whatever else it said in his profile that he'd be willing to do!
But he didn't hang up. Oh no, he kept listening, as honey-voiced Tiana with the professional tone kept talking about her boss and a wedding.
"Wait...what?" He suddenly blurted out, as her last sentence finally broke through the haze. "Did you say you wanted to book for this Saturday?"
"Why, yes...I know it's very short notice. But I was really hoping you'd be available. I'll understand if you aren't."
Oh, sure I'm not; I've got a whole line of clients waiting for me to please and tease them, he thought wildly, but managed to rein himself in to say, "No, I'm free, actually."
"That's great. Like I said, this will be my very first experience and I don't mind paying some extra for you agreeing on such a quick booking. So, is there an agency or some kind of administrative angle I need to deal with, I mean regarding the payment process?"
Jordan felt like he'd been rocked off a boat when he realized that, hey, here was a woman, about to pay for his companionship. Even though she hadn’t mentioned sex, he was certain she had that in mind as well. There was something so kinky about the idea.
"Thanks, Tiana, but cash is fine,” he said, not really knowing what the hell he was talking about. “And it’s really generous of you - about offering to pay extra. However since this is your very first time, I will even be willing to give you a discount."
Are you crazy? The sensible voice in his head yelled. You aren't supposed to be offering a discount; you're supposed to be telling her that this was all a crazy prank. You're supposed to be calling the police and reporting how your privacy, your decency has been violated, dammit!
In fact, Jordan was opening his mouth in readiness to tell her exactly that. That hey, this was all just a bad mistake, and advise her to maybe try some other male escort. A real male escort.
But then suddenly, he realized that was the last thing he wanted her to do...
Chapter Two
Tiana was surprised how easy it all turned out to be. She'd been dreading some long-drawn out process and going through one agent and another. And yet all it had taken was one phone call.
She was almost jittery with anticipation. This Jordan guy had seemed really different from what she'd imagined. He'd sounded quite cultured, and she couldn't help thinking that some of these male escorts were actually men of standing who liked to indulge in some alternative past-time just for the fun of it. Was her Jordan that kind of guy?
She laughed out loud at the thought that she'd called him ‘her’ Jordan. Obviously she was really looking forward to her night. She felt nervous, and filled with an excitement and interest in life she hadn't felt in a long time.
Was that why some people - both men and women - liked the idea of no-strings escorts? Was it for the taste of the exotic and the forbidden brought to an otherwise everyday existence? Tiana liked to think so. It was certainly true she had her own reasons, yet she was sure that not everyone who sought the companionship of escorts was lonely or desperate for a last-minute date – which just happened to be true in her case.
But for now, she was looking forward to an evening with Jordan, her very own male escort...
***
Once he hung up his call with Tiana, Jordan quickly called his closest friend Tommy and asked that they meet - pronto.
"How about we hook up later for drinks, man. I’m kinda busy...” Tommy said distractedly.
“Tommy, I need to see you now. It’s an emergency. Look, I’ll come by your office. I can be there in fifteen minutes,” Jordan said hurriedly.
Tommy sounded doubtful as he said, “Okay, man. If it’s that important.”
“Trust me, it is,” Jordan said, his jaw tight. And then he was rushing out of his office, throwing instructions over his shoulder to his secretary that he’d be gone for the rest of the day. He had a glimpse of her amazed expression, and smiled a little to himself. He was certainly acting out of character, that was for sure. The woman would be wondering what ever must have happened to her very calm, collected and hard-to-faze boss? Well, Jordan was fazed like hell right then. And he needed answers...
***
“Honestly, Jordan, you don’t think I’m behind this?”
Jordan looked studiously at his friend, who was staring at the computer screen where they were both viewing the male escort site where Jordan was so prominently displayed.
“If not you, who else could it be? You’re the only person I know with such a warped sense of humor!”
“Anyone else but me,” Tommy said, throwing up his hands. “I don’t even have the imagination to think up something like this. Trust me man, this is way out of what even I would be capable of. Way out of line. I mean, this is…this is cruel.”
Once again Jordan studied Tommy’s face, and saw that the guy looked wounded, surprised, even dismayed. But then he ruined it by adding with a lop-sided grin, “So, you already got your first customer, huh?”
“Tommy…”
“Hey, I mean, check it out, pal,” Tommy said. “Some escorts have been on here for months probably, and don’t even get a call. But your profile gets put up and in just a week, you’ve already been…hired for a job.” Tommy wasn’t even trying to keep a straight face anymore, and Jordan scowled.
“How come you know it’s only been up for a week?” he asked suspiciously, and Tommy paused.
He then pointed to a line just beneath Jordan’s photo, at the bottom of the page. “Says right here, joined July 16th. That’s one week ago.”
Jordan still looked suspicious, but then he said, “You see, I didn’t even notice something like that. But with you being a lawyer, you’re certainly more observant. Maybe we can get to the bottom of this, together. At least now I know how long since my photo and personal details have been put up.”
“It’s got to be someone with a grudge,” Tommy said, shrugging. “This goes beyond a joke man. I mean, your personal phone number, your picture and everything – this is no friendly, every day prank. Someone really wanted to annoy the shit out of you. Someone very vindictive.”
Tommy’s words made Jordan’s brain click, and he suddenly said, “You think it’s Chloe?”
Tommy stopped short, and realization dawned. “You know, it actually could be.”
Jordan gritted his teeth as he looked at his friend and knew the guy was thinking exactly what he was thinking. Chloe, his ex-girlfriend. Ex-fiancée to be exact. They’d just broken up three weeks ago, and he hadn’t seen nor heard from her since then.
“So, this looks like something she would do?” Jordan mused.
“Dude, you dumped her. Two months to the wedding. And she really had her heart set on you, you know. And then there’s that saying about a woman scorned. Maybe she just wanted to have a laugh, teach you a lesson. This isn’t really hurting anyone, is it?”
“How can you say that?” Jordan gasped. “Tom, I’m a well-respected financial consultant. People entrust their businesses, their whole incomes, to me to look after. I’m a responsible man of commerce with whole corporations on my client list. How would it look like if it comes out I’m shadowing as a male escort in my spare time? Offering strange women companionship for money and Lord knows what else?” he said, his eyes on the screen as he read down his profile.
Tommy smirked. “I’m not sure, man. But since she didn’t exactly specify you as “straight”…”
“So in essence, I’m also offering my service to guys, too? Is this a gay site?”
“Maybe,” Tommy said, obviously struggling to control his urge to laugh.
“You think this is funny, don’t you?” Jordan growled, glaring at him.
And with that, Tommy simply collapsed into laughter. Jordan waited with cool patience for several minutes as Tommy figuratively rolled on the floor in helpless mirth.
“Look, I’m sorry man,” Tommy gasped when he could finally breathe and speak at the same time. He was holding his belly and he strove to get his merriment under control. “I know it’s low, laughing about it, but you’ve got to see there’s a light side in this situation somewhere.”
“I don’t see it,” Jordan said, deadpan. “I don’t see how the hell this can be funny. I just got a call this afternoon from a strange woman named Tiana, and she has effectively booked me for an evening. Attending a wedding with her might not be so bad, but what if she is expecting other services for her money? Is that even legal?”
Tommy was staring at Jordan. “No. And to get around it the website explicitly states no sexual favors in exchange for money, but hey, it’s an escort site. What the hell do you think she’s paying for? Think about it. That’s so…hot, man.”
Jordan glared at him again, but he had to admit, it was. And that was part of the reason why he hadn’t had the heart to stop her; part of him had been curious to find out what exactly this woman wanted. His curiosity had been pricked; once he got to realize she may not be in on the prank, but was actually an innocent client-to-be, he’d started having the strangest ideas…
Jordan was the kind of guy who liked to try everything at least once, and he certainly had some experience with some other out-of-the-ordinary stuff. He’d even been cuffed to a bed once or twice, he’d confess. But at least, he’d done these things with a girlfriend, someone he knew and trusted. So why was he even considering maybe pulling off the bluff and actually meeting this strange woman?
“You’re thinking of doing it, aren’t you?” Tommy asked, breaking into Jordan’s thoughts. His voice was hushed, and tinged with something like envy. “You sly old dog.”
“I don’t know!” Jordan exclaimed. “I’m not sure what one does in a situation like this. I mean, when she called me and started talking, I just blanked out. It was like I was on some joke TV show. I kept expecting someone to burst in and say I just got “prank-called” or something.”
Tommy let out a “whoosh”, and then said soberly, “Look, you don’t have to do this, Jordan. Just call her up and tell her the truth. I mean what if she’s some psychopath serial killer? I don’t want anything to happen to you.” He actually looked sincerely concerned. Jordan was touched, really.
“Neither do I,” Jordan muttered. “So how can you help me? You’re a lawyer; you must know someone good with investigating. Is it possible to find out who posted my profile?”
Tommy stroked his chin thoughtfully. “You know, I might actually do. There’s this guy, some kind of hacker, but officially, he works as a computer programmer. He helped me out with a simple case of online identity theft some months ago. He just might know how to find the person who’s done this. Maybe trace the computer or IP address or email from where it was posted…”
“Great,” Jordan said, gripping Tommy’s shoulder. “Get him on it. I really don’t want to involve the police just yet.”
“Why not?” Jordan…,” Tommy said warningly, as his friend rose to his feet. “Come on. Don’t do it, man…”
Jordan glanced guiltily at Tommy. “What are you talking about? I just…I just want to meet her okay? It will be my chance to apologize and tell her the truth. It might be embarrassing, for both of us. But I’d rather see her face to face and explain what’s happened. Apparently she really needs a date for this big wedding she’s attending. She was saying something about it being her first time trying out a male escort…”
“And now you’re going to ruin it for her. Forever,” Tommy said, suddenly grinning. “I mean, think how she’ll feel when she finds out the first escort she chooses is not even an escort. And this is actually risky for her as well as you. Extremely risky. She’s acted really carelessly I must say. The actual process of booking a proper independent escort is usually, far more detailed and systematic - which is for her own protection. There are actual agencies for this sort of thing; so that way both the client and the service provider can be sure that there’s an element of security if something goes wrong.”
It was Jordan’s turn to stare at his friend. “How do you know so much about this? Have you tried an escort before?”
“Hey, due to my job I get to know about a lot of procedures, okay? But yeah, I have had an escort before – a female one,” he confessed with a goofy grin. “Tried it when I had to go to Australia for a conference. And trust me, it was great. She was really classy, just like any woman you’d see walking around this law firm. Most of these ladies are independent escorts; which means they work for themselves, call their own shots. They can happen to be anyone from a former beauty queen to your dentist. Anyway, mine was sexy, beautiful. Spectacular assets. She showed me around town, and we went to the theater and then dinner. And then back in my hotel room…” He widened his eyes expressively. “Mind blowing.”
“How come you never even told me any of this?” Jordan accused.
“What? Strait-laced you? I didn’t want to have you judging me,” Tommy said with mock affront, then grinned. “Seriously dude, I just did it one time on a whim. I was bored, in a strange place, all alone…I just did it for the hell of it and it was fun. I might actually consider doing it again since I got so lucky the first time. Unlike this new “client” of yours,” he added with a bigger grin, sitting back on his chair. “Seems like such a pity that of all the hunks on the site, it had to be you, the one guy who’s actually not even an escort.”
And then Tommy shrugged. “But then again I can understand why she may have picked you out. I mean here’s a guy offering “gentleman company” and willing to spoil her in the comfort of her home or restaurant. Promising to be a true gentleman with impeccable manners, providing stimulating yet relaxed conversation, and all wrapped in a superb athletic build…”
“Let me see that,” Jordan yelled, and he came back behind the desk to check out what Tommy was reading from the screen. Jordan hadn’t really taken the time to thoroughly view what had been written on his own “page”; he’d been too thunderstruck for much to really register.
But as he read on, he was getting more and more interested in this…case. This looked like a woman who’d been missing some attention, perhaps one who needed a man who had an extra touch. Maybe she wanted someone to make her feel special for the night.
He kept thinking of her, with her unconsciously sexy voice which had contrasted with her cool, methodical manner. Was she those types of women who had the calm, reserved exterior, but who actually liked to get hot and wild in the sheets? Jordan was seriously, seriously considering the options open to him here, and how he could use, not to his advantage, but at least, to give the woman what she wanted.
And to warn her, of course. Didn’t she realize the danger? She hadn’t even known how to properly book an escort. Women like that could get themselves in trouble. He decided he’d have to make sure he did meet with her and straighten out some things, just so the next time, she’d take more care.
Screw that. You’re doing this for you.
That inner, accusing voice made him blink as he decided maybe it was true: he wanted to do this crazy, dumb and stupid thing, and just because he could. She would never even know the difference. And in the end, they’d both get what they wanted. Not a bad prospect was it?
“As your lawyer and your friend, I’m begging you not to do this,” Tommy was saying, breaking into his thoughts once again. “Jordan, you’re supposed to be focusing on finding the culprit and also getting your name and face off that site. You really shouldn’t be playing the gentleman companion this weekend, no matter how the prospect appeals to you. And if I’ll be honest, to me.”
He was grinning again, as if unable to help himself. He sighed when he saw the decided look on Jordan’s face. “What if you meet her, see she’s not what you were expecting. Maybe she’s not your type of woman at all.”
Jordan shrugged. “I’d still go through with it. I mean, isn’t that what escorts do? They don’t just turn people down based on physical appearance or if they aren’t their usual “type”. They’d end up with a drastically slim log of clients if they’re that picky. No, she sounded hot, and I’m sure she is. She even told me a bit about herself and what she’ll be wearing so I’d recognize her in the lobby of the country club where I’m meeting her. I don’t know, Tommy…but the more I think of this, the more I think I can pull it off. Let me give the lady the good time she’s looking for.”
Tommy smiled shrewdly at his friend. “Yeah, so magnanimous of you. But you know that you could get in some legal trouble if she finds out you’re not for real?”
For the first time, Jordan grinned with wide humor, as he headed for the door. “That’s why I’ve got such a hot-shot lawyer like you. You’ll be there to pull me out if that eventuality occurs, which I doubt it will.” He threw open the door and looked back for a moment. “Find out who did this, Tommy,” he added more soberly, then left.
Chapter Three
Tiana was not surprised that she had started having cold feet.
She was standing the lobby of the country club, waiting for Jordan to arrive. And yet, she was also having this strong urge to dash out of the room before he appeared. What if this whole thing blew up in her face?
She understood that the concept of exchanging money for companionship could offend some people. But that didn’t bother her. No one would know that the man who would be coming to join her was actually a paid escort. She knew she’d be seated at a table of strangers at the reception dinner anyway.
What she was actually having were those “blind date” jitters - the suspense becoming too much to bear that you weren’t sure you could wait and face your fears. Would she feel attracted to him when she met him in person? Would she get to discover that his profile was photo-shopped and he was not as hot, virile and stimulating as she’d been made to believe?
He was here.
She recognized him on sight. Not only because it was five thirty on the dot as they had arranged, and not even because he was wearing a dark suit and blue tie like he said he would be. No, she knew it was him because once he walked in the door, she recognized his bone-melting smile and his sizzling good looks that even that sexy photo hadn’t portrayed with proper justice.
He’d noticed her too, and she could have sworn he did that same double-take when he caught sight of her. She may have only imagined it though, because his charming smile slipped back into place as he strode up to her.
“Nice necklace,” were the first words he said, his chin tipping to the strand of pearls she’d told him she would be wearing. She had to smile, equally tilting her head in response.
“Now that we’ve established identities…” she began, regaining her poise – and her heartbeat. Next, she was holding out a hand elegantly, as she added, “Why don’t you join me for a wedding?”
He shook hands firmly, and just from that brief yet warm contact, she felt it.
The surge.
That wave of awareness she rarely ever felt but strongly recognized when it happened. That first, simple physical interaction that screamed out “chemistry” to a woman who understood why that was important.
It was important to Tiana, that was for sure. It was the reason she was currently single; the reason she’d dumped her last boyfriend. They’d never had it. And over time, it certainly hadn’t developed - which was what she had foolishly hoped. Also, no one she had met since then had been able to dredge up even a flash of it.
And yet, just now, with this perfect stranger, this totally gorgeous, virile-looking hunk of male, she had felt that definite force of electricity. It sent that long-forgotten shiver down her spine; doused her like a bowl of water, hitting her with the sudden wish that she could say, you know what, scrap this stupid wedding. Let’s just go off somewhere and …
But she restrained herself, and smiled calmly enough as he finally withdrew his hand and tucked her arm into his. He hadn’t taken his eyes off her, and she hazarded a guess that he had maybe read her mind, from the way a pleased smile tilted those gorgeous lips of his. It was hardly possible, and yet, maybe it showed on her face that the boss’s wedding was the last thing on her mind right then.
But Tiana drew in one more calming breath, and strained to focus. This was business. An arrangement. She was paying good money for this, she reminded herself – and it was time Mr. Jordan began to earn every cent…
***
Jordan hadn’t known what to expect. Her voice on the phone had hinted at well-educated, confident, sexy black woman. And Tiana turned out to be all that and more. She was, in fact, stunning.
She couldn’t be called “chunky”, but she was certainly filled out in the right places. He wasn’t an expert on such matters, and yet he figured she had to be at least a very curvy size. He thought of what Tommy had warned him about; that maybe she wouldn’t be his type. But hell, whatever type Tiana was, she was definitely his. Jordan’s ex-girlfriend had been reed-slim, with the perfect “model” looks and body. But then Jordan had found out long ago that the model-thin image and size were not always a defining factor when it came to what was sexy, or attractive.
One thing was for sure: Tiana looked sexy and attractive. He liked how she wore her hair, done in a wavy style pinned close to the sides of her head. Very feminine. It made her features all the more open to scrutiny, and certainly she had nothing to worry about in the looks department with her even caramel skin, a nice, smooth forehead, perky nose, and full, inviting lips.
Her eyes were a bright, arresting brown, thickly lashed and piercing. It cut right through him every time she looked at him in that speculatively sensual way of hers that made his blood steam up. She seemed ready to leap right at him, Jordan sensed, and just the discovery of having her so attracted to him was making him forget all his good intentions.
The truth was: he’d finally decided to come clean. Realized that there was no way he could get away with deceiving her. He’d told himself this over and over, as he’d driven here to meet her. That first crazy impulse he’d felt in Tommy’s office had cooled down into common sense. He’d warned himself that he couldn’t let her go on thinking he was something he was not. He couldn’t proceed with this farce, knowing he was tricking an unsuspecting female.
But then he’d come in, taken one look at her in that alluring emerald green dress, and he’d felt something kick him in the guts.
I can’t deny it; I want her badly, Jordan decided. Their gazes kept locking and he wondered if she knew exactly what she was doing to him. How she was making him ready to forget all his codes, his principles – his sane judgment, just to see where all this would lead.
You could just tell her the truth, a voice told him simply. Let her know that this was all a massive mix-up, and then confess that you are attracted to her anyway. And who knew? It could still end splendidly, for both of them. She could laugh it all off with him and say, what the hell, let’s carry on regardless.
But no…this way was far, far more fun.
Thrilling, even. Having her seated beside him, thinking to herself that here was a man who was ready to do her will, to please her in every way she desired – on her terms – stopped Jordan from coming out with the truth. He looked into her big, startling brown eyes, and he knew that he’d face the consequences, whatever they were, much later. Tonight, he was her paid escort. And he was going to make every second, every dime worth it…
***
“Are you allowed to tell me about yourself?” Tiana whispered, her tone half-teasing.
Their first course had arrived at the reception, and she was sipping on her wine glass as she waited for him to reply. She’d spoken to Alyssa about it and while her friend had advised Tiana not to say anything about other women or his past clients, Alyssa had still sounded thrilled that Tiana had taken the plunge and also, that she’d picked Jordan.
“Make sure you enjoy yourself and save all the juicy details for me later,” Alyssa had giggled with glee.
Tiana had thankfully taken the time to do some reading up on escort etiquette, and understood that, as Alyssa had advised, there were some questions that were bad taste and off limits. Like why was he doing this, getting paid to provide companionship to unknown women? Especially when he looked like someone from a designer cologne ad – like a guy who could easily be found on one of those Forbes’ top ten CEO lists or something. Come to think of it, his pastime as a high-priced escort probably bought him a better lifestyle than she could boast of as a PR rep. Whatever the case, he suited her needs just fine.
Damn.
It was hard taking her eyes off him even for a second. He looked early to mid-thirties, and seemed much like a guy who’d be as comfortable in a high-powered suit than in surf-boarding gear. He certainly seemed fit enough for it. His looks were clean-cut, chiseled. His hair was raven-black and sleekly trimmed. His clothes appeared very expensive, tasteful and well-fitting.
She glanced at his hands, wrapped around his wine glass and shivered. They certainly looked capable of providing pleasure, if one could tell just by looking. They were nice, blunt-tipped, man’s hands. Well-manicured, with a nice dusting of dark, silky hair on the surface, trailing up past the band of his expensive-looking watch and into the sleeve of his shirt and jacket. Tiana was intrigued. He really was superbly kept – but then, being a “gigolo”, a male escort or whatever it was proper to call him, must pay well in his case.
He seemed to take his good time before replying to her question, as he wiped at his lips with his napkin.
“Of course,” he said at last, smiling easily. “What would you like to know?”
She glanced around at the other couples seated at their table to make sure they were absorbed in their own conversations. “Oh, just normal things,” she said, shrugging. “The things you find interesting, your pursuits. I simply want to know what you’re like.”
He chuckled softly, tipping his glass at her. “I was made to believe that this evening is about what you like.” His eyes held hers over the rim as he took a long sip. And then he added meaningfully, “This is meant to be all about you, Tiana. Your needs, your desires. Your wish, as they say, is my command.”
She rolled her eyes, even as she went a little pink. “No seriously. I’m curious. I mean, no offence, but you do come across as really…genteel. The guy in that profile…” She shook her head suddenly, sitting back when she saw his expression. “Look, I’ve offended you. I’m sorry. It’s not my business to pry. I’m sure it’s rude or disrespectful in some way trying to find out why a man like you would…?”
“And why a woman like you would…?” he returned in the same tone, smiling playfully.
Tiana exhaled on a laugh, returning his smile while inclining her head slightly in acknowledgement. “Touché. Alright, Jordan, personal questions are off-limits, on both sides. So, what exactly would you be able to tell me about yourself? It has to be something I’d be interested in knowing, of course.”
“Of course,” he said smoothly. “I could tell you about my hobbies, and how I enjoy having a nice meal – Or, I can just talk about our plans later tonight.”
Tiana gulped, her throat suddenly going dry. His direct-sounding words reminded her exactly why they were here. This, the wedding, the reception, the whole evening, had been her idea. This wasn’t some flowery evening out; they were two fully grown, red-blooded individuals who knew the score. She was paying him for his time and attention. Truthfully she didn’t know how the evening would end since she hadn’t thought past dinner and a little dancing.
“Forget the way I came across in my profile,” he continued, when she didn’t – couldn’t reply. “I mean, I could try to impress you with my great sense of humor, my career or education, even my athletic body or any other cliché out there. No; that’s crap and tonight is going to be far more than that.”
“Someone told me this a long time ago: and he was supposed to be some kind of expert on the ladies. My grandfather. He said to me, a woman is not made to figure out. She’s like those modern paintings you see in the art galleries. They don’t have to mean anything. All that matters is the beauty it has when you look at it. So, just like you enjoy that beautiful painting, enjoy your woman.”
“Your grandfather said that?” Tiana said in a breathy tone, mesmerized by his voice, his stirring play on the words. “I would have liked to meet him.”
Jordan chuckled. “He was a bit of a scoundrel, I’m afraid. After my grandmother died he really let loose. Like he was trying to sow his wild oats after he was widowed.” He heard her laugh softly, and then he added in a sober tone, “So, what I’m trying to tell you, is that it’s going to be just about you and me. Nothing else matters.”
“Okay,” Tiana heard herself say on a squeak, and then she cleared her throat, saying more composedly, “Of course. I wouldn’t expect it any other way. Strictly business. Exactly.”
He grinned, shook his head at her like she’d missed the point, and then he reached out and covered her hand with his. “Would you like to dance? I seem to remember that being part of the total package.”
Tiana stiffened instantly; she hadn’t expected the gesture; she wasn’t much for public displays, and she wasn’t so good at the “touching” aspects of relating with people, especially strangers. But then…Jordan’s touch was different. It sent erotic waves rolling through her skin and down to that treacherous juncture between her thighs. It made her look at him, and want him. Need him. It was frightening, really. Like from the moment she’d glimpsed his photo on that website, she’d been hooked on him, spellbound. And she couldn’t seem to break herself out of it, and keep things level.
She allowed herself to be coaxed onto the dance floor and pulled close to him. She drew in a deep breath, smelling the musky scent of his aftershave.
“Do you desire me?” he asked softly, gazing into her eyes. “I mean, do you find me attractive, sexually stimulating?”
Tiana swallowed imperceptibly. There was no lying about this, or beating round the bush. “You know I do. You’re a very handsome man as I’m sure you’re well aware.”
He smiled, pleased. “Good. Because I feel the same. And it’s not always like that. For many, it’s just a job. But it’s not that way with you. I can sense that.”
“Thanks…I think,” she said with a nervous laugh, trying not to squirm as his thumb began to brush caressingly over the sensitized skin of her knuckles. Oh my God, I think I’m getting wet just with him stroking my hand, she thought with an inner wail. She really needed to get a serious grip. He was a professional, Tiana had to remind herself. It was part of his skill-set to know how to thrill a woman with his touch, his voice, his words. That was his stock in trade. To make a woman feel wanted.
And yet, here he was telling her it wasn’t just business as usual with her. He was telling her this was different, special.
But then he probably said that to all his clients, that inner voice told her. So Tiana valiantly warned herself to be on her guard, and keep her emotions locked safely away. Tonight was almost over.
Her boss had gone big-eyed in the receiving line when Tiana had introduced Jordan as her date so overall the night had been a raging success. Jordan had definitely been worth every cent.
Mission completed.
Chapter Four
Jordan could feel her going cold on him.
Had he come on too strong? Maybe he’d overdone things with his “intense” attitude. He wasn’t sure. But he knew one thing: he was slowly losing the plot here, and he had to step back and ask if he really, really wanted to go through with this.
Tiana was a beautiful, smart woman. And young too, which made it all a great surprise that she was doing this, paying for male companionship. One of the first things she’d done soon after he arrived was to slip an envelope across to him. Inside had been the steep amount of dollars it was “costing” her for his company for the evening. That had been his chance, he knew, to tell her the truth. And there were many more opportunities after that. But he didn’t; he took the money. He sat there, he flirted with her, and tried to get into her mind without really showing it.
Jordan was insanely attracted to her, intrigued, and at the same time, confounded. He wasn’t sure now what he was getting himself into. It would be over in a few hours, and they would never see each other again. He’d go home, and soon get to the bottom of who did this and why, and his photo and details would be deleted from that escort website. Tiana would have gotten her night of pleasure, and he…well, he would have done a really, really bad thing.
No, maybe not bad: just dishonest. Because, it didn’t really matter if it was him or some other guy; Tiana had intended to hire a male escort for the evening, hadn’t she? And well, here he was, fulfilling that role. He considered himself as articulate, accomplished and good-looking as any she could have picked to be her companion and sexual partner that night. She had shown some surprise at him being so “genteel” as she’d called it. Had she expected someone with a bit more rough edges? For some reason, Jordan hated to disappoint…
***
“Do you want to go dancing somewhere else after the reception is over?” he asked suddenly. Tiana looked up in surprise.
“You really want to ask a black woman that?” she retorted with a playful smile, then added with a shrug, “Yes. Sure. Why?”
“Well, I know a good club not too far from here. Has a steampunk theme plus fantastic cocktails and the best DJ mixes this side of the coast. Interested?”
“Well…um…” Tiana wasn’t that bad on her feet.
“It’s all part of the package, Tiana. You’re getting what you paid for; a fantastic evening out. And that’s not going to be complete without some rump-shaking on a hot, crowded dance floor. Bright lights, great music to get the blood pumping just enough to take us to the next level. What do you say?”
Damn, this guy’s good, Tiana thought with appreciation. He could charm a bird off a tree. He could talk her into anything with that deep, sexily refined voice of his as well as his infectious smile. And he was right. She had paid for it, so why not take advantage?
“As soon as we can slip out unnoticed, let’s get out of here!” Tiana replied, already grinning.
* * *
Dancing always made Tiana lose a lot of her inhibitions. The atmosphere at the club was just right, and the crowd was so alive she was drawn in before she knew it. What made it all more exciting was having Jordan there, jamming right in with the club scene as he moved with her to the pumping sounds.
It was a blend of everything; all the top hits sampled with all the popular dance beats. Once the music started to really get into her, plus the glasses of well mixed cocktails, Tiana allowed herself to let go for the first time in months. Grinding up against Jordan, feeling his hands on her hips or waist as he danced right along with her gave her the most exhilarating feeling.
He felt comfortable with the music and the scene, making Tiana realize he was indeed a man with many facets. He’d discarded his jacket and looked even more gorgeously laid back as he swayed along with her to the slow jam the DJ had just spun. With her back against his chest, Tiana turned her head to the side and felt Jordan nuzzle his face in her neck. His grip tightened on her waist as he tugged her even more snugly up against him, leaving her in no doubt of his masculinity as she felt something thrillingly solid stir within the grove of her ass.
Tension building, arousal deepening…Tiana lost all sense of time and place for the moment as she reveled in the sensation of being this close to a virile man like Jordan. It still amazed her how at ease she felt around him, and how well they flowed together not just dancing, but when they talked.
The more time she spent with him, the happier she was that she’d been able to do this. When they said their goodbyes at the end of the night, she’d still go away with the knowledge that she’d had the best time since, what felt like forever. Being in the company of a charming, handsome and exciting male certainly did a lot of things for a girl’s ego. And sometimes, like now, when he growled deep in his throat as she rocked her rump just so against the burgeoning bulge in his groin, she almost forgot that she was paying for every second of his time. But even that did nothing to sour her mood, not when she sensed he was as attracted to her as she was to him. They would never see each other after tonight, but it was clear they had something between them that overrode the fact that he was simply a male escort hired for one evening of companionship…
***
“I needed a last minute date to show my boss that a black woman can still find a good man,” she blurted out suddenly, surprising him as she turned round in the circle of his arms to face him
“What?” Jordan asked, a startled grin crossing his lips.
“I’m answering your question. The one you asked earlier at dinner, about why I’m doing this. Well, I mean, I know I asked you first, but…”
“Tiana…”
“No, I’d like to finish. That woman has always put me down for one reason or another, her latest being that I can’t find a decent man. Because I’m black, I guess. So…I came up with this bright idea to bring a gorgeous, sexy man as my date to her wedding. The only problem was none of my male friends would go with me! And I’d seen the Gents4Ladies website on Wendy Williams so I figured, why not? And the fact that you’re white made it even better.” She giggled as she stumbled against him.
Jordan caught her to him, wrapping an arm around her waist with a lop-sided smile on his face. “Are you having a good time?” Jordan asked, his voice light and a little teasing.
“Can’t you tell?” she asked, laughing gaily as she flung her arms around his neck. She giggled again, feeling silly but unable to help herself especially after the champagne at the wedding and cocktails here at the club.
She slowly stopped laughing, her eyes serious as they held his for a moment. “Can I ask you something?”
“No,” he said promptly, but he was smiling. So she asked him anyway.
“It doesn’t matter either way, but…I guess I’m really curious,” Tiana went on musingly, “Would I be someone you’d be interested in physically, on a good day? I mean, if you weren’t being hired for the evening.”
“You mean, would I sleep with you for free?” he asked humorously. “Yes, definitely.”
She slapped his chest in mock-anger, and he re-phrased, “Not trying to flatter you, Tiana, and this is just hypothetical, but – yes, you are certainly someone I’d be attracted to and would want to, I don’t know, even try out a relationship with.”
“You’re so sweet,” Tiana purred, leaning into him, tipping her head back, their lips almost brushing as her gaze grew hooded, sultry as his factual words sent a thrill of irrepressible pleasure through her…
***
Jordan felt his body tense as Tiana’s lips drew close. He was losing his cool here, forgetting to play Mr. Suave and instead of doing the enticing, was getting highly enticed himself. Her body so close against him, her feminine, sweet-hot scent, was very, very distracting. He couldn’t think straight, or remember what he was supposed to say next. Something cool, confident, charming? His mind was a white, lust-filled blank.
“What time do you turn back into a pumpkin?” she mumbled, her hands clutching his shirt front, her eyes smoky.
“Not until the sun comes up in the morning,” he replied huskily, not recognizing his own voice which was no more than a rasp. “Can I take you home?”
Tiana smiled, bit on her bottom lip, and nodded.
***
“Oh my God, Alyssa, he’s amazing! He’s everything I’d have hoped he’d be. Very handsome, fun to be with, and cool. Oh, and sexy as hell.”
Tiana was in the ladies’ room of the club, fulfilling her promise to call Alyssa to let her know if the evening turned out well with Jordan. Alone in the plush rest room, she could talk freely on the phone with her friend.
“So what’s happened so far?” Alyssa asked with obvious excitement for her.
“Well; we had a great time at the wedding and reception. I mean, as great as you can have at a stupid event like that. You should’ve seen Pam’s face when I introduced Jordan to her. Oh my God! It was all so worth it for that moment. And then we left to go clubbing…and he’s just finished dancing me off my feet at this swanky nightclub. He even offered to take me home.”
“Take you home? Wait a minute! That’s not part of the deal, is it? Are you sure you know what you’re getting into?” A worried note crept into Alyssa’s tone.
“Oh, it’ll be fine. No big deal.” Sobering slightly, she added, “I just wanted to say…thanks, Alyssa. For talking me into this. Tonight, I got a taste of the fun and unconventional side of me, and I like it. I think I’m going to be that me more often.”
“I like this new you,” Alyssa said softly in reply. “And I hope she sticks around. Do your thing, Tiana. Enjoy.”
***
He’d returned to their table and now that he found himself alone, Jordan thought, this was it. There wasn’t going to be any turning back now.
He reminded himself this was a crazy, dangerous game, and this was his last chance to put a stop to it. He could leave right now, while she was gone. And then send her money back to her somehow, explaining why he hadn’t been able to go through with it. Or she could come back, and he’d tell her the truth. Apologize, and then leave.
But Jordan knew none of that was going to happen. After all, she’d paid for his services and he meant to make sure she got them.
By the time Tiana returned, he was back in the gigolo mode. Let’s do this, he said to himself, taking her hand and walking with her out of the club.
***
Jordan hadn’t really come out tonight with any play by play drawn up or some kind of to-do list concerning how this would go.
He’d just decided to do whatever felt natural; go with the flow and see where it led him.
In fact, he’d never actually thought they’d get to this part, but here they were. About to become lovers. The moment he’d walked into her apartment with her, he knew that nothing but the world coming to an abrupt end could stop him from making hot, pounding and all-night love to this beautiful, sexy woman.
So yeah: go with the flow; do what his senses told him, Jordan decided. And right then his senses were telling him to kiss Tiana until those plump, honey-toned lips of hers grew plumper with passion.
Eyes burning into hers, Jordan backed her up against the sturdy coffee table before hoisting her by the waist and placing her on the polished surface.
He saw the look of surprise and delight on her face at being able to pick her up so easily, like she weighed nothing more than feather. Jordan had to admit that those regular visits to the gym and his dedication to fitness gave him the ripped, youthful body, stamina and strength that many men his age couldn’t take for granted.
Setting her down on the table brought her lips in perfect line with his, and he pushed her legs apart so he could stand between them. He felt her body stiffen as his hips brushed the soft inner walls of her thighs, bringing them so intimately close that their groins were almost making contact. Did she feel exposed, with her dress riding up so high he could see the tops of her lace-edged tights? Taking hold of both sides of her face, he stared compellingly into her eyes.
“Just…relax, okay? I’m going to do all the things you’ll like. Starting with tasting the inside of the pretty mouth of yours. It’s all I’ve wanted to do since I walked in and saw you tonight.”
“All you wanted?” she teased, her eyes now twinkling as she seemed to start to relax.
“Well, for starters,” Jordan rejoined. “Now stop talking, and open your mouth.”
To his delight, she obeyed. Looked like Ms. Independent didn’t mind taking orders behind closed doors, he noted with a wicked inner smile. He wouldn’t mind discovering, before the night was through, just how submissive in the bedroom his “client” would be.
* * *
Oh no; I’m letting him kiss me.
Tiana realized her grave error the moment those firm, curvy lips caressed hers.
Damn, that felt good.
Once she’d parted her lips, he’d eaten into her with a carnal, open-mouthed kiss that stole her breath away. Sure enough he was a good kisser. And not the practiced, overbearing kind. But the truly passionate, I-love-kissing type of approach which indicated he was a man who loved to indulge in the taste of a woman; a man who believed that kissing a woman was an entrance into her bag of treasures.
Instantly, Tiana was blown away. And yet at the same time, filled with panicked thoughts: I shouldn’t like this. I shouldn’t even be kissing him! Kissing was too…personal. Too intimate. Kissing was for real lovers, not for a man and a woman with a cash-for-companionship arrangement between them. He was a flipping gigolo, for goodness’ sake. But damnit, she couldn’t resist the warm, inviting moistness of his invading mouth.
And oh, what a mouth. Knowing, giving. And with just the right softness to melt perfectly into hers.
But then at the back of her mind, Tiana was thinking how this was so against the grain; letting a virtual …gigolo kiss her so thoroughly you’d think they’d done it a hundred times before. Well, he probably had, considering he entertained strange women for a living. She really, really shouldn’t…
“Stop Tiana,” he suddenly rasped, his breathing somewhat hitched as he trailed his lips over the side of her mouth. “Stop over-thinking this and kiss me back, woman.”
Aw, hell, thought Tiana as his words made her head whirl in a daze. I’m kissing him back. I’m actually opening my mouth even wider for him to push that sexy, hotly fresh tongue of his inside. Oh no…now I’m giving him my tongue in return and he’s sucking it whole. Driving me freaking crazy.
“Hmmm,” Tiana whimpered, straining her body into his as their kiss deepened into something primal and seamless. She’d never have guessed a kiss could be this intense. Like he was ripping her soul bare and making her shed the last of her inhibitions. He charmed her tongue out in the open as he flicked it sensually with his in a sloppy, sexy tongue wrestle. Her breasts instinctively swelled against his chest and Tiana heard him groan in response. Did he feel that? Could he sense how hard and aching her nipples were even beneath all the layers of clothes she was still wearing?
Tiana had been so caught up in the kiss she’d hardly noticed what his hands were doing. They must have been still earlier, holding onto her waist. Now they were moving, sliding unobtrusively up her torso to where her heavy-feeling breasts strained against her bodice. Her arousal was burning invisible holes through her clothing. She’d never felt such need for her breasts to be groped; for him to take the swollen orbs in those big, strong hands of his.
Money back guarantee…
That’s what his profile had promised. Well, so far, Mr. Capable hadn’t put a foot – or should she say hand – wrong. And it would make her night even more if he knew how to handle her breasts just right. Because those were her main erogenous zones and so far, she’d never met a man who could treat them the way she wanted. Could Jordan be that man? Would the touch of his hands, and his mouth, bring her to the peak?
Tiana was about to open her mouth and tell him, cup my breasts…squeeze them hard. Peel me out of my dress and fondle my tits before covering your mouth over my nipple and then the other. And then, just when I start moaning, bite me. Just a rough little nibble to get the endorphins rushing through my brain…
To her amazement, Tiana never got the chance to say all those things.
Because Jordan turned out to know exactly what he needed to do. Either the guy was truly a mind reader, or he was a fucking genius. Because in the next several minutes that passed, he proceeded to do every little thing she’d only dreamed he would do. And very well surpassed her every expectation…
***
Jordan sensed in a flash exactly what she needed.
He’d heard the way her breath had caught the moment he’d started inching up to her breasts. Heck, those pillowed globes had been crushed against his chest all through the kiss that it had made him want to rip her dress down the middle, grab those juicily curved tits and just make love to them.
Damned straight he knew what she wanted. She didn’t have to walk him through this; he was beginning to read her body like an open book. He wasn’t even sure how he knew. But since he’d heard her smoky, assertive voice on the phone, he’d been aware that could be his kind of woman.
Finally meeting her had been the game-setter. He’d known then that they made a connection which went beyond anything he’d felt for a woman in a long time. He’d certainly meant it when he told her that if they’d met in different circumstances, he’d be attracted to her, would want to date her – and would definitely want to fuck her in a heartbeat. Was she the type of woman who turned him on? Hell to the yes.
Just inhaling her delicious feminine scent, a blend of floral and oriental notes, got him so hard he throbbed. And when he kissed her, something inside his head felt ready to explode. She tasted so damned good. Better than anything he’d experienced in a long time. No woman had ever made his heart pump so fast it felt like he’d just run a freaking marathon just by having her in his arms.
It was almost like he could hear her body calling him; transmitting exactly what it craved. Suddenly, there was absolutely no question as to what she wanted, not with the way her breasts had been thrust at him since they’d started kissing. Not with the sudden urgency he’d felt in her lips as his hands had moved closer to the heaving twin prize.
Now, reaching up he laid his palms flat over her rounded breasts, and squeezed. Outlined the generous form with his hands and groaned deep in his throat at the way she filled his hands. He applied more and more pressure with his fingers until he could feel them sinking through her clothes to the firm, luscious flesh beneath.
She shuddered convulsively at his rough handling, and he knew his instincts had been correct. Tiana didn’t want the slow-hands approach. She wanted it hard, hot and fast. And lord help him, he wanted the same thing too, maybe even more. He’d never felt such a strong urge to ravish a woman in his life. To do tongue laps starting from her breasts, to her lower belly, before going between her legs, to her invitingly smooth inner thighs.…And then lastly, her pussy. Oh yes, he sure couldn’t wait to put his mouth and hands on her there. But soon, very soon.
Damn but kissing a woman had never felt so good, Jordan kept thinking as the lock and pull of their lips grew more urgent. She gasped helplessly into his mouth as his kiss grew more ravenous, his hands on her breast stroking more boldly even with the barriers of clothes still keeping her shielded. Jordan’s breath grew as ragged as hers, his hands sliding down from her breasts to her lush hips and back up again, groping and fondling carnally. She was purring, her throat echoing with hums of appreciation while his fingers sought and tweaked at her rock-hard nipples through her clothes.
He broke from her honeyed kiss reluctantly before coursing his lips over her throat, sucking gently on her collarbone until she flung her head back with a long moan. Ah, she liked that, huh? Well, so did he. He loved the rich brown tones of her skin, smooth and tinted with caramel. Loved its satiny quality, and her delicious natural essences which teased his senses. He inhaled deeply and felt his head reel. Quickly, he pushed the neckline of the dress off her shoulders until he exposed more and more of her. His eyes trailed over the sight of her half-exposed breasts, the cleavage generous and becoming within her lacy cup bra. Dusky and flushed, the top of her breasts called out to be run over with his eager tongue.
He lowered his head and laved in between the perfumed globes with just the tip of his tongue while his hands crushed the sides of her breasts, pushing them even tighter together. He kissed all over the creamy tops and heard her breath start to shorten and quicken. Reaching behind her, he unhooked her bra with unobtrusive ease. It took just moments to free her arms from the straps, the flimsy item quickly tossed away and her dress left to pool at her waist.
Now her bouncy, C-cup tits were free for his eyes to roam over them with awed passion. They were high-tipped and juicy-looking, with thimble-sized nipples that made his throat dry with need. He wanted to feel their thickness, to taste their gingerbread brown-edged sweetness. He rotated the flat of his hand over each burgeoning tip and heard her draw in a harsh breath.
“So…fucking beautiful,” Jordan rasped, intent on what his hands were up to. His thumb and forefinger hitched to the oversized buds and rolled them like dials. Damn it felt good to do that. He pinched a little roughly and tugged, drawing the nubs out from their velvety aureoles and making her gasp.
“Jordan.”
His name on her lips, in that velvety voice of hers tightened his balls and thickened his erection to immense proportions. His jaw tightened with arousal and suddenly, he was swooping down to seize one irresistible nipple into his mouth.
Alternating between suckling and lapping, Jordan teased just the tips, tormenting her as well as himself for long, tense moments before he finally opened his mouth wide and grabbed in as much as he could, areole, flesh and all. He rolled his tongue around the nub within while his lips sucked hard on the surrounding breast. This double threat was enough to make her moan so loud, the sound vibrated against the walls like a sonic boom. His blood quickened all the more, rushing to his cock and making him wonder if it was having the same effect on her pussy.
Time to find out, thought Jordan.
With his fingers massaging one breast while his mouth sucked on the other, he slid his free hand down her belly. He felt her suck in air reflexively as he found the gap beneath the folds of her dress and dived straight for the apex of her thighs. Once there, he slowed down enough to simply smooth his fingertips along the front panel of her panties. Her sex mound felt swollen, hot, and wet, wet, wet. Now it was Jordan’s turn to growl loudly in arousal.
“You’re drenched, beautiful,” he stated, mouth still pressed to the side of her breast. “You’re melting for me. That’s for me, right?”
“Yes. All for you,” she moaned, head thrown back and her voice whimpery with lust.
Jordan couldn’t resist much longer. Pushing aside the edge of her soaked panties, he sought out the soft, warm flesh beneath. Finding her totally bare and smooth, he let out a feral groan. Damn! She felt so good. Incredible. The potency of arousal that she evoked in him both amazed and caused him some major unease. He’d never wanted any woman this much. No other female had made him so hard it was painful to still not be inside her hot, swollen pussy by now.
But whatever happened, Jordan would take things step by step. This was her night. He’d hold back as long as he could to ensure he gave her as much pleasuring as he was capable of.
Still sucking hard on one nipple, he kept stroking on its twin while also, delving into the sodden folds of her pussy. He wanted to give her everything; all the sensations possible to feel at the same time. Her body was shuddering so hard at this point that it thrilled him to know he turned her on so much; that he could please her. Pushing into her slit, he sent in two fingers at once, her slickness welcoming him in with ease.
“Oh!” Tiana cried out when he shoved in deep. Fucking hell she was tight. Even with her so wet, he could tell she’d be a close fit. He didn’t need to be told to know it had been some time for her. The knowledge only made him grow harder and more determined to devote as much time to every pleasure she’d been deprived of for so long.
He located her g-spot with alacrity, and began to pound in and out of her pussy with a strong rhythm. Since he was holding back from simply mounting her and banging in with his cock, Jordan felt he needed to content himself with mimicking exactly what he wished his granite-hard cock was doing right then. And Tiana didn’t stop moaning, didn’t stop gyrating as he ramped up the speed of his pumping fingers.
At one point, he popped her nipple out of his mouth just so he could concentrate and listen to the sounds her pussy made when he finger-fucked her.
“You hear that?” he asked huskily, staring straight into her passion-glazed face, and she nodded speechlessly. He sawed his two middle fingers, palm up, in and out of her. She was deliciously pulpy inside, and so snug around his fingers that his dick throbbed in recognition of the sweet prospect of her tightness. Her liquid walls sucked on his hinged fingers, prompting the slosh slosh slosh effect that drove him crazy.
“I love those noises,” he told her with a voice he hardly recognized. “They tell me how much you want me. They tell me how badly you want to be here. That though it’s just business, it’s damn well going to be all about pleasure too. Am I right, Tiana?”
Just business? What the hell was he talking about?
She bit on her lip, squeezed her eyes shut, and let out on a shudder, “Y..yes. Pleasure.”
The scent of her arousal wafted up to his nostrils and it was maddening. It crackled in the air around them and turned everything into a potent bubble of sex and heat. Shafting harder into her clinching walls, he reveled in her succulence and prayed he could keep himself in check as long as was required. Once again, her thrust-out breasts beckoned. He couldn’t resist them, and fell to sucking hard on her inviting nipple while he pounded her repeatedly with his fingers.
Tiana was panting. He knew she was close; she couldn’t hide it if she tried. Her moans were coming faster together and her whole body was as taut as a string.
Come on, baby; come on, Jordan urged internally as he focused on building up the intensity of her pleasure. His mouth sucked more firmly and roughly on her nipple, his teeth sinking in deeper than he’d have thought she’d find enjoyable. He couldn’t help it; he was blazing hot for her and wanted a piece of her so bad. But instead of protesting his roughness, she clutched harder on his head and shoved his face even closer. Oh, she definitely liked rough, Jordan noted with an inner surge of delight. In response, he increased the pressure of his bite and used his tongue to ease the sting at the same time. Tiana whined, and called out his name.
It wouldn’t be long now. Her wetness was dribbling down his pounding fingers like sap. Every sound and sensation was growing louder around them. He curved his fingers in a tighter hooking motion, and started to totally violate her sweet spot. She came undone.
“Jordan!” Tiana shrieked, as her whole body started to spasm. He didn’t stop, didn’t speak but let her ride her Kilimanjaro-high wave. She bucked against him, while her inner walls rippled and contracted repeatedly around his fingers. He felt that; he really felt it. And it only gave him an inkling of how tightly she’d grasp him when she would be climaxing again – next time, around his cock, not his fingers, Jordan vowed to himself.
* * *
Tiana seemed to be coming forever. But at last, she tumbled back down to earth. Barely conscious, but still alive contrary to her belief that she must have died of pleasure. There was no doubt though that she’d just had an outer-body experience since her orgasm had torpedoed her out of her own frame. Now, just about returning to her senses, she went limp in his arms as he kissed his way up to her neck.
“That was good, so good,” she heard him say in a grunt of approval. She didn’t demur when he took hold of her legs, wrapped them around his waist, and carried her over to the bed.
Ah yes, the bed. She needed solid support right then because for some reason, her own bones couldn’t hold her up. He knee-walked them to the middle of the bed and placed her there. She felt him peel her dress the rest of the way off her, and then her panties and tights. His touch was so gentle, his movements unhurried. Tiana felt her sense of where and when return fully and she was surprised she felt no shame being totally naked before him now, although he was still in his shirt and dress pants.
He moved to lay on his side right next to her, his head propped in his hand as he regarded her with hooded eyes. Tiana turned her head to meet his searching eyes, and she wanted to tell him how much he’d blown her mind. But for now, her voice was yet unable to form words. And yet, something told her he already knew exactly what he’d done to her.
His fingers lifted to comb the damp hair from her temple. Then his eyes travelled down her body to the apex of her thighs. She shuddered, remembering everything that had taken place in the last hour or so.
At last, he spoke, and that soft commanding tone she was finding hard to defy spelled out exactly what he wanted her to do.
“Touch yourself,” Jordan said, taking her hand and guiding it down to her mound. Obediently, she slid her fingers down to the V of her thighs before she cupped herself.
Jordan’s hand lifted while his eyes blazed into hers. “You know what that is?” he asked quietly, once again glancing meaningfully down at where her hand touched.
Mesmerized, Tiana put her fingers to her folds and felt the juices coating her pussy. Her eyes widened. She’d never even dreamed a woman could produce so much wetness. She was freaking soaked in her own thick, slippery cum. She lifted her soaked digits to her face, staring at her glistening fingertips like it was someone else’s hand. And then he commanded her to lick them clean.
“Do it, Tiana,” he commanded when she paused uncertainly. “Tonight, you’re going to experience everything. Every taste, every texture. Suck them off, beautiful.”
Not taking her eyes from his, Tiana pushed her wet fingers into her mouth and sucked. Her eyes closed briefly in delight as the oily taste of musk exploded on her tongue. Oh my…she hummed with bliss as suddenly, she was transported back unto another level of desire. More…she was ready for more.
“Good girl. Tastes delicious, doesn’t it?” he teased, eyes glowing like blistering coals. Tiana nodded, her unfocused eyes striving to meet his.
“Thought so. Now, it’s my turn.”
He was pushing her legs apart, his hands gripping the underside of her knees. Tiana couldn’t bear to stop him as he shouldered his way down between her thighs. What he then proceeded to do to her was the definition of sinful. He sucked on each pussy lip individually, pulling on them with hungry intent. Tiana whimpered, shocked that she was getting aroused again so soon. Her recovery time after that kind of climax should have been at least an hour. And yet, here he was, making her burn for him once more.
His tongue now settled flat over her slit, before laying long, paintbrush strokes from side to side, and up and down her entrance. Tiana’s inner thighs started to tremble as he continued with this for lengthy, seamless minutes. She just…she was on fire. It didn’t feel like she’d had an orgasm at all now. She was so hungry for pleasure her stomach was clenching with hot, spicy lust.
He lapped at her cunt like he couldn’t get enough of her. His tongue imitated the motions of a waving flag, making her drizzle with each undulation. Focusing only on the surface, he teased her cluster of nerves and tissue surrounding her cunt, before shifting to her hooded clit and sucking hard. Holy shit! It was like tumbling backwards into a steaming hot tub. Tiana’s mouth opened wide in a long, soundless cry of ecstasy. Her spine arched right off the bed until just her shoulders rested on the mattress. It was his hands that kept her thighs pinned to the bed or lord knows she’d have flown right off.
Was this pleasure? Because she’d never felt anything like this. Jordan’s mouth on her clit, the tip of his tongue dancing and coaxing that greedy little bud, was enough to drive her straight to the brink. But he didn’t let her topple over. He sensed her impending climax, and slowed. Reeled her back out of the deep end, letting her know this was going to be a long, sweet night with so much in store.
Too dreamy to question him when he rolled her over on her belly, Tiana moaned deep into the pillow. She fully expected him to be slapping on a condom and just ramming into her. But he didn’t. Instead, he pushed her ass up in the air and with his hands spreading her cheeks wide, he continued with his oral onslaught. Worked his tongue deep into her pussy as he ate her with ferocity. It seemed so much more carnal this way, his face buried in between her ass. Her fingers clutched on the sheets and she had to bite into the pillows to smother the wall-shaking sounds.
Tiana loved how he swept his tongue from the top of her pussy up to the end, in between nibbles on her clit and pussy lips. Blessed heaven, where did he learn to eat pussy like that? Nothing had ever come close to this and Tiana just felt slayed. He astounded her each passing minute with his expertise, the obvious enjoyment and pride he took in what he was doing.
But if she’d thought he was going to keep within those boundaries, she was wrong. His tongue suddenly swiped its way upwards from her snatch and straight to her exposed, clenching anal ring. Tiana gasped in surprise, not expecting to feel his tongue there. Oh, but she did. She felt it very much.
He pushed her buttocks apart even wider and she quenched down her shyness to savor how it felt to be rimmed by Jordan. Damn he was good. He danced his tongue around and around, and then pushed it inside her secret opening. Having never experienced such before, she was amazed how delightful it felt and how many nerve-endings were present just within. It was so uninhibitedly taboo that it made her pussy drip even faster in response. Now he was eating her ass! Hot damn he was freaky. And she loved it. Didn’t want it to stop.
Volts of pleasure were zipping through her frame, causing the insides of her belly coil tight, ready to unravel at the first opportunity. While he slathered her anal sphere, his fingers rubbed on her clit while his thick thumb stuffed itself in her pussy. Ignited by all the attention he was giving to her core spots, Tiana couldn’t help but grind her ass harder on his face, writhing her hips in a raunchy dance of delight that was designed to show him how much she loved what he was doing.
Her lewdness had him groaning with pleasure as he shoved his face even deeper into her ass. This was…bliss. On another plane entirely. Time and space just faded away into nothing and all that existed was Jordan. Right then he was the nucleus of all that counted; the only thing in the whole world that she was sensible to.
The room could crumble to a heap of rocks around them and she wouldn’t even notice. That was what he was doing to her. Not once did it even matter that they’d only just met – or that he was supposed to be some hired male escort. Everything felt so natural that she could almost tell herself it was all very real. One orgasm and a mind-blowing rimming later, Tiana was dazedly expectant of what more the skillful Jordan could hold in store…
***
The premise of this moment was long forgotten. It no longer mattered how he came to be here, in this moment in time. Nothing else made sense or mattered once he’d had a taste of her.
Jordan had always been the giving type in bed.
If Tiana ever had to pick an escort, mistaken or not, then she’d hit it lucky by ending up with him, Jordan thought without false modesty. He was the type of man who took delight in pleasuring a woman’s body. It turned him on to see her responsive to what his hands and mouth could do. And though he undoubtedly liked to indulge in some good pussy eating, he couldn’t remember ever getting to enjoy such a sexy, tasty and pretty-looking snatch as Tiana’s.
The aroma thrilling his nostrils almost made his brain explode with lust. Her special feminine essences would sell for billions if it could be bottled. The taste and scent of her juices sent a message straight to his cock and even without her touching him, he could have erupted right in his pants. Fuck. He must be insane with hunger for her because he couldn’t imagine tearing himself from feasting on her pussy until the sun came out in the morning.
“Jordan. Oh…goodness. I can’t…you’re just…”
Her disjointed words reached his ears and made his cock throb harder at the fact that she couldn’t even finish a complete sentence. Yep, he knew exactly how she felt. His mind was blown as his lips stayed glued to the crevice of her juicy ass while his two fingers delved in deep and then traced the fleshy insides of her cunt.
Jordan could feel her fingers combing through his hair wantonly as she twisted round to watch. When he suddenly sought out and rubbed his fingers hard on her clit, she fisted his hair and virtually yanked as she screamed.
“Yes,” he said approvingly, feeling her buck into his face involuntarily. He loved the way her sexy hips rotated with carnal need as he tongued her in her most secret place. Seeing her finally go wild for him was the greatest aphrodisiac. Fucking hell, he couldn’t wait a second longer.
Pulling back, he undressed, feeling his cock swell harder as Tiana turned and watched his every move. She looked like she’d gladly lick cream off him. Damn, woman. Not speaking, he slowly stripped for her, letting her see exactly what she was getting. He knew he wasn’t bulky or overly muscular. He’d never liked the bulging look. But he did have well-defined, hard-packed muscles which were a product of dedicated workouts, a healthy diet, and just good old genes. He saw her eyes fasten to his cock and judging from the way her mouth went slack in amazement, she apparently couldn’t believe what she saw. He repressed a chuckle. He knew he was packing serious pole and baby wasn’t blinking as she stared at his shaft which stuck out in front of him in all its thick glory.
“Oh my God,” she said in a hushed tone, her voice so low he barely caught the words. Now he was smiling, a little slanted tilt to his lips. Moving unto to the bed, he retook his place beside her, stretching out on his side.
“Touch me,” he offered, eyes dancing in their narrowed slits. “Anywhere you like.” Now, he added silently. Before I go insane with wanting.
He’d been dying to feel her hands on him all night. And then soon, her skin against his. He wanted to savor the contrasts and distinctions; the similitudes and likenesses. And then, when they must have explored each other’s every secret and treasure, they’d do it all over again. And again.
***
Touch me, Jordan had said.
Oh yes, please. Tanya felt her hands itching to comply with his request. Or was it command? No matter. Her whole being demanded that she discover what it felt like to feel his naked skin beneath her fingertips. The first thing she did, was reach for his arm. She’d been eager to know if those dark, manly hairs coating his hand and upwards would feel as silky as they looked.
Dammit, they did. She ran her fingers up his thick, fine-looking forearm and up to the ridges of his biceps. Now she had both hands skimming over his shoulders, neck and pecs. Straightening up to rest on her knees, she roamed eager fingers all over his rippling torso. Every part of him was broad, masculine, and bursting with vitality. He had enviably soft skin, though beneath his flesh was firm and packed like granite. Not a pinch of fat to be seen.
When her fingertips brushed his nipples, she heard him catch in a breath. She reminded herself to give him a bit of his own medicine later, by teasing his nipples with licks and bites. Later. But now, to that rearing stake of meat poised just at his groin; that part of him that turned him from a gorgeous specimen to a veritable sex god. His cock. It was magnificent; proud in its arousal as it jutted out fiercely from its nest of dark tufty hair. She had to squeeze her thighs together as just the sight of his member had caused a psychic reaction in her pussy which clenched around the emptiness within, begging to be filled with him.
She’d never been with anyone this big before. And soon, she was going to know what she’d been missing. Just by looking at it though, she knew it would be something special. Not just because it looked so beautiful. And not simply because it seemed shaped with the right form to bring her utmost pleasure. And not even because it stood at that particular angle that meant, like it or love it, he’d be jabbing her g-spot in no time. But because she felt it in her bones that this was a tool of ultimate pleasure; one that would make this encounter one she’d never forget.
The mushroom-shaped crown was a dark, deep pink, in contrast with the purplish-tan shaft. Fiercely erect with the trunk thickening noticeably until it ended in a substantially girthed base. She couldn’t believe how large his balls were; equally beautiful in the way they hung low and swayed heavy and proud. She just had to touch him or she’d faint.
Her hand wrapped around him – or tried to. Her slender fingers could hardly meet round the circumference of his cock. At her touch, his body jerked reflexively; but other than that he did nothing but watch her with those hooded, lustful eyes. Her fingers tightened around his shaft and she bit on her lip to try and ease the heated coil twisting in her womb. He felt smooth as steel and just as hard. Soft-skinned as velvet yet firm too. He was perfect.
She hadn’t realized she’d said those three words aloud until he chuckled. “Perfect? No,” he said with a smile as her head whipped up to meet his teasing gaze. “What will be perfect, is the way we will fit together once I’m inside you. It’ll be like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. Just…right.”
“Yes,” Tiana agreed, barely able to draw enough breath to form the words. How could grey eyes hold such heat, so many flames of desire? He burned like ice and fire when he looked at her that way. Emboldened by the deep look of arousal she saw on his face, Tiana was bending low to place her mouth on his tip when he gripped her hair in his fist, making her pause.
His expression looked almost pained as she stroked his cock, her hands grasping him firmly while she sent him an expectant glance. “You don’t have to, Tiana. Give me head, I mean.” He half-groaned just as she cupped his balls with her free hand.
“But I want to,” Tiana purred. Need to.
He let out a deep rumble in his chest, at last leaning back into the pillows and loosening his tight hold on her hair as she held his gaze before lowering to place her tongue on his mushroom cap.
Some beads of moisture dripped on her lips and she lapped them up ravenously from around his tip, moaning throatily as his taste swirled around in her mouth. Hungry for more, she parted her lips wide and sucked on his crown lustily.
“Oh fuck,” Jordan groaned, cupping the back of her head in both hands.
Keeping her lips sealed around his rock-hard girth, Tiana whipped her tongue around inside, licking on the V-shaped underside of his cockhead. The sound of his breath hitching reached her ears, and she flicked her tongue faster as her head began to bob up and down.
Tiana wasn’t sure how conventional this was, giving a male escort a blow job, but damn if she could stop herself when his cock looked and tasted this good. Looking up into his handsome face etched with a grimace of pleasure, Tiana stretched her lips wider around his thickening base, gagging slightly as his tip hit the back of her throat. Fuck he was huge. Made her jaws ache just trying to take the most of him in without choking herself out of air. But oh, the heady feeling she got having such a magnificent cock inside her mouth, pulsating and alive just for her.
“Damn, woman,” he let out on a growl, his hands on her head now guiding, urging. Keeping eye-contact seemed to arouse him even further as his face grew flushed and more harshly defined as she watched him while rocking her mouth back and forth on his stiff, long member. She kept it sloppy, unable to keep from salivating all over the monster specimen she had in her mouth. Her hands teased the rest of him; his bare chest, ripped belly, and hairy thighs.
Lord he was sexy as hell. She didn’t care what he’d said; he was fucking perfect. So tempting to make even a nun would reconsider her vows. She was moaning just as loudly as him as she worked her lips and tongue all over his length, licking, nibbling, sucking. Going wild on him until his hips bucked involuntarily into her face, driving him past her gullet so that soon he was throat-fucking her roughly.
Tiana fucking loved it. How in moments he was using her mouth as he wished, keeping her head in place with his hands as he drove himself in and out of her wide open mouth. Half a minute of this and he paused, pushing himself so deep down her throat she blacked out for a second. Then with a roar, he pulled out completely, his chest heaving and he rolled her over on her back, pinning her down on the bed.
“Fucking hell Tiana,” he rasped, body arched over hers as he half-glared into her face. “Haven’t been so close to exploding in a woman’s mouth in ages. Three more seconds and…” He shook his head, eyes closing tightly for a brief moment.
“I wouldn’t have minded,” Tiana breathed; knowing she’d have lapped it all up and swallowed if he’d cum in her mouth. Damn, but she had to be crazy. Why was she losing all her common sense when it came to Jordan? Good thing this was just for one night; she could just see herself going flipping besotted with this beautiful sexy beast of a man.
Her words made him groan as he buried his face in her neck and hair. Then he rasped roughly in her ear how deep and hard he was about to fuck her. How she’d got him so thick and stiff he’d be ramming her so good she’d feel him for long afterwards.
“Oh God, yes,” Tiana moaned, as he quickly wore a condom before returning to her waiting arms which she wrapped around his broad, muscular back, fingers raking down his spine. His hand encircled one of her ankles, which he lifted to hook high around his waist.
Tiana let out a loud gasp as his fully engorged cock rested close to her slit. The next second, she felt the thick pressure at her entrance, stretching and then massaging her pussy lips sensually before withdrawing. Tiana was panting with desire, her hands sliding down to cup his buttocks, the firm and smooth muscles clenching beneath her fingers. He groaned at her audacious touch, which urged him closer, deeper. One arm was braced close to her head and she could see every bicep tautening as he strove for control.
He drew back slightly so Tiana had a clear view of his cock poised just an inch or two inside her pulsing sex. It was amazing to see the erotic contrast of light and dark, deep and dusky, hard and soft. Frantic with lust, Tiana felt her pelvis jerk up to meet him, her eyes pleading as they held his.
“Ready, Tia?” he asked huskily, surprising her with the unexpectedly tender abbreviation of her name. Melting from the inside out, Tiana could only manage a nod, her whole body trembling in expectation. He adjusted the angle of his hips, and then pushed smoothly into her slippery warmth. They both groaned, just as her walls stretched to accommodate his substantial girth.
Tiana was staring at him before she realized her mistake, and closed her eyes. A part of her was scared of too much intimacy. Too much intensity. She didn’t want it to get heavier than it already was.
But Jordan wasn’t letting her off so easily.
“Look at me, Tiana. Now’s not the time to hide what you’re feeling. Show me how much you want this,” he growled, driving in so deep her inner folds screeched round his even thicker base. Tiana’s eyes flew open involuntarily, her mouth parting in a shocked gasp of pleasure. Her accelerated breathing seemed loud in her own ears, and the glint in his now darkening eyes made her so warm she felt beads of sweat break out on her forehead.
Deep within her core, she started to quiver around that piece of him that was so hard, thick and deliciously invasive. His powerful hips began to thrust and withdraw, sawing slowly in and out of her in a steady back and forth that was mesmerizing as it was delicious. “Oh my God,” she panted, willing her lower body to passively take his shaft thrusting within her, fighting down the urge to start to rock her hips wantonly along with his. Letting him take the lead, she clutched tighter on his manly ass, reveling in the strength she felt in each globe which tensed and relaxed with each lunge of his cock.
“Good, huh?” he said with a cocky grin, which vanished as he groaned at the way her walls began to squeeze and convulse around his plunging member. Moments later he was muttering fuck fuck fuck as he ramped up the pace, drilling deeper than ever before.
Their breaths mingled as he drew close to her parted lips from which spilled moan after moan. He was seated fully inside her, further than Tania had ever thought possible. She expanded around his thickness and just pulsed. Whoa…that was one big fat cock. It filled her like none other ever had in the past.
Months of celibacy as well as her natural tightness made it feel like he could easily rip her in half with that dick. For the first few minutes, he rocked in and out of her with oil-pump steady thrusts. Slid in and out with shallow, teasing strokes. It drove her almost mental. Her hands now held on tight to his waist, fingers unconsciously biting into his firm flesh. He didn’t even flinch. Instead, he was staring down at their jointed bodies, twisting slightly so he could watch the visual of his cock being gulped by her pussy.
“Looks fucking good, Tia. You’re wrapped around me so tight – just like I knew you would. I can feel your walls getting hungry for more though. You want more, beautiful?”
“Yes.” Whatever “more” was, Tiana knew she did want it. Was chomping at the bit for it.
Smiling wolfishly, he eased over her so that he was half resting his weight along her body. She felt him push inside her, and then instead of withdrawing, he pushed in again. And pushed. And then sunk his nine-inch monster right to the balls inside her.
“Oh!” cried Tiana, jolted by the pleasure-pain of all that cock stuffed inside her as far as it could go. She’d never even dreamed a cock could go so deep – it felt like he was hitting her freaking ribcage. Her eyes widened while her inner muscles screeched at the massive invasion.
Once he reached a smooth, unbroken rhythm, he began to stroke her body, manipulating her breasts and teasing her nipples with his fingers in ways that made her squirm with bliss. The sensations of friction, from their jointed flesh to his expert touch soon had her writhing shamelessly beneath him. Her hands reached up to grip the headboard as he drove her continuously back into it with every hard, powerful thrust.
There was no need for words now. They had many other ways to communicate; with their lips merging in hot, moist kisses, with his chest grinding into her swollen breasts…with his cock driving fast and furiously into her vaginal depths. There was an urgency in the air now, as they both drew closer to the brink. Tiana wasn’t sure exactly when he’d shifted but suddenly, she could feel his cock hitch in just the right curve to reach her innermost love-button. He turned her g-spot into a pleasure pad as he pounded hard against it until she started to whine helplessly, fingers lost in his thick, silky hair.
“I’m close,” she gasped, staring deep into his eyes. His skin was perspiring from his exertions, and now he flushed even deeper as he gritted his teeth.
“Fuck,” groaned Jordan, the intensity of his thrusts building to seamless proportions as one blurred into the next. The throbbing ache between her thighs spread up to her belly and then started to pound inside her chest until she thought it would cause her to explode. Her breasts began to heave, unconsciously drawing his attention to them. Growling deep in his throat, he seized one swollen tip into his mouth, further spreading the pool of ecstasy until Tiana’s eyes grew dim from all the sensations hammering within her brain.
“Oh!” Tiana gasped loudly as he surged in with a particularly hard and deep thrust. She was seconds from erupting and she could tell he could feel it from the way her inner muscles contracted around him. He pulled his lips from her breast, reaching up and swallowing her protesting moan in a hot, savage kiss of passion.
Just when she thought she couldn’t take any more, he rasped against her mouth, “Now, Tia.”
Those two words were all it took to get Tiana tumbling over the edge.
Screeching out his name, she came with thrashing limbs, losing control of her body like she had the last time. Every nerve cell she possessed shattered and then regrouped, turning her to a mass of bliss before solidifying again into a structure which shivered and shook. She was definitely dying this time, thought Tiana. That small, violent death from passion that overtook only the very lucky few, even for a few minutes. But by the time it’s had its way, you’d feel reborn, restored. Tiana had never felt so alive than at that moment when her climax rippled all around them and made her lover growl her name as he kept pounding her electrostatic walls.
“I’m right behind you, baby. Right behind you,” he harshed underneath his breath, just before he roared and panted with the force of his resultant climax. It drove him deeper than ever before and Tiana wanted to scream. Fucking hell! It was like he was pummeling her straight down into the mattress with cock. And she loved it; clung tightly to him as he finally lost control for the first time that night. Forgetting to be gentle or hold back, he gave her all he had in that earth-shaking finale that splintered them both.
Chapter Five
“There’s more.”
Tiana couldn’t believe what he’d just whispered in her ear. Fuck…what? What more could there possibly be? Hadn’t he just managed to send her on a space shuttle to the stars, and then bring her hurtling back down to earth? And all before midnight. Damn; if there was anything more it would be unreal.
“Remember, Tiana…the full package. You get the whole bundle tonight, beautiful,” he told her with a soft chuckle. “How about a body massage?”
Well. Yeah, okay. She figured she could do with one right now. Considering her whole body was aching with delicious, lingering pangs; everywhere. Inside and out.
Following his suggestion, they ended up in her bathroom, with its large tub. Enough room for her to settle in the scented steam bath he ran for them.
He balanced her right in between his thighs, with her back half-resting on his chest, and proceeded to smooth all over her skin with a nicely rough soapy sponge. He moved in small, circular motions all over her spine, shoulders, breasts. Hmm. Down her belly, between her thighs…wow. She was stirring to life again. Shit. No. Her pussy couldn’t take it. Even as she felt that now familiar tingle of arousal as the sponge inadvertently swept over her clit, she felt sure she couldn’t handle another rampage from his cock. And one more earth-shattering orgasm would definitely kill her.
“Relax, beautiful,” he said softly in her ear, as he felt her body stiffen. He urged her knees up to fold above the water, spread wide apart. He sponged down her calves to her feet, just stroking and cleansing. “This is totally therapeutic, I promise. Nothing more.”
Yeah, right, she thought sultrily, feeling the unmistakable prod of his burgeoning cock in the small of her back where she rested against his groin. If she sat up a little, she knew his expanding erection be cushioned between her ass cheeks. So though she tried to obey his instruction by staying relaxed, she knew she wasn’t going to lose her guard so much as to encourage him just yet.
Not until her inner muscles as well as all the outer ones didn’t feel like she’d been run through twice by a freight truck. Damn! He’d twisted her legs in positions she hadn’t even known she could achieve. He’d held her down in ways that had thrilled and freaked her out with pleasure. She’d been overpowered by his unquestionable masculinity, and had been fucked like he wanted her to feel him the next morning. And the next. But right now, her punished pussy needed to ease down from the incredible heights of passion it had shared with his cock. Or so she believed.
He’d tossed aside the sponge, and was now using just his hands to ply her body sensually. He massaged his long, supple fingers with nicely rough pressure over her tense spots. There between each collarbone just at the base of her neck, and then the rounded curves at the end of her shoulders.
“How are we doing so far?” he asked softly, lips close to her ear which made her squirm slightly as she broke out of her sensual daze.
“I like it. The massage. Very nice,” she purred, resting her head back against his shoulder.
He chuckled quietly. “Thanks. But I was talking about all that’s happened up to now. Having fun?”
“I think you already know the answer to that,” she murmured, feeling her cheeks go warm. Things had turned out far better than she’d have dreamed. She kept giving silent thanks to her pal Alyssa for recommending Jordan. Nothing felt contrived, or manipulated. She’d felt relaxed with him from the start and he had such a warm, winning personality without even trying. With his looks and charm, he must have girls wriggling out of their panties even before they realized it. No wonder he was in the escort business. He’d certainly get enough offers to keep him busy the year round.
Which meant she was damn lucky to have got him on such short notice. But then thinking about how the best sex of her life had been achieved at the hands of a professional gigolo, Tiana felt her belly twist and her heart grow cold. Where on earth could she find a man like Jordan in normal circumstances? Damn. Why did this only have to be for one crazy night?
“What are you thinking?” he asked in that low, husky tone, his fingers brushing her hair back off her shoulder.
He’d probably run a mile if she told him, thought Tiana. How would he feel if he knew he’d gotten under her skin so easily?
When she merely shook her head mutely, he whispered, “Want to take this to the bedroom?”
Shameless as she was, Tiana realized she did. The sensation of his now hardened dick prodding her back, plus the gorgeously sensual massage from those magic hands of his, had tuned her up again. She was glowing with arousal, her nipples hard from the water and the light, teasing grazes from his fingers.
He toweled them both dry and then surprised her by swinging her into his arms before taking her back to the bedroom.
He slid her down his body so that they were standing face to face. His fingers trailed over her jawline and then down to her thrust out breasts, skimming over the tight buds and making her gasp.
“We have a few more hours until sunrise,” he reminded her. “And I have a few ideas.”
***
Tiana was jolted out of her daydream as her office door was closed with a loud click and she looked up to find Alyssa standing there.
“If it isn’t the naughty Ms. Tiana Cole,” Alyssa said teasingly as she advanced into the spacious, airy office with windows running one wall. She perched on the edge of Tiana’s desk and folded her arms, looking like she wasn’t about to budge until she got all the juicy details from that night a few days ago. It had been right before the weekend and now it was bright and early on Monday morning. A morning that Tiana had virtually blown day-dreaming about every second of that fateful encounter with Jordan.
“Naughty, unconventional, indulged– you can call me anything you like,” Tiana said, unable to hold back a grin as she swiveled from side to side in her chair, crossing her legs primly.
Alyssa smirked. “I think I like that word ‘indulged’. Not to be gross or anything but I’m curious to know just how indulged you were by your obviously capable date on Friday night.”
Tiana rolled her eyes expressively. “Capable is putting it lightly. I just…I’m still speechless. All I can say is, too bad he’s a male escort.”
Alyssa’s gaze was shrewd as she regarded Tiana. “Why? Because he was so hot?”
Tiana felt her cheeks go warm. “No. Yes. I mean, not totally just about that. I guess like every woman I’d like my man to be sexy and handsome, but that’s not the only way that Jordan impressed me. He was just so…cool, you know? He never made it feel like I was paying a shitload of cash for his time and effort.”
Alyssa nodded thoughtfully. “I guess that’s what makes him so highly recommended. He’s a total professional.”
Tiana stared at Alyssa for a few moments before biting on her lip and asking reluctantly, “But have you two ever…I mean, you did give him a referral and I just wondered…”
“If he’d ever been with me? No,” Alyssa said with a laugh. “My friend certainly thought highly of him though.”
Tiana smiled though inwardly she cringed at the thought of another woman being with Jordan. Tiana knew she could never think of him as just a male escort. Why was that? How come he’d made such an impact on her that he’d filled her waking thoughts all through the weekend?
Tiana had kept her hours filled with visits to her family, friends and some house chores but all that hadn’t totally driven thoughts of Jordan from her mind and how much she wanted to see him again. Needed to see him again.
Once Alyssa left to return to her office, Tiana stared at the phone and wondered if she could do it. If she really would call Jordan up and arrange another appointment. Was she being a shameless hussy by wishing to feel once again all those incredibly ecstatic sensations from that first night? This time she’d keep it strictly non-sexual. Maybe a nice dinner and dancing again?
At the beginning she’d been absolutely sure this would be a one-time thing. Now she found herself wanting, no craving, to try it one more time.
Her fingers hovered over the phone sitting on her desk. She tried not to imagine how it would look, calling him up again. She’d been soaking up her panties day in and out just thinking of Jordan driving deep inside her again and again, putting his mouth to her secret spots and making her scream.
Right then, Tiana was suddenly thrown back once again to the point when Jordan had spread her over the table, making her gasp in shock and sweet agony…
***
Jordan held her two wrists in one restraining fist while his other hand pushed in between her wide open legs. She felt his hand cup her sex and she moaned, quivering helplessly.
He said nothing, making no comment about how wet she must be. Even she was conscious of how slick and slippery she was against his circling fingers. Her pussy came alive at his knowing touch, the inner folds breathing and pounding like a separate living entity. On the outside, she felt swollen and ridiculously moist, so much so that the pads of his fingers kept sliding around, making her so embarrassed by her own immense excitement. To think she’d come twice already and still could get so wet she was dribbling….
Thinking he might find it gross, Tiana stiffened all the more, aching from the glide of his fingers over her vulva and then her clit. She whimpered, her shoulders tightening as she fought back the discomfort of having her hands pinned behind her. Even the awkwardness of her situation aroused her; she was crazily stimulated by the concept of being helpless and totally within his power to be used as he wished.
Jordan went on stroking her drenched pussy, and suddenly she became aware of how harsh and uneven his breathing had become as he caressed her. Something thick and hard pressed against the side of her outer hip and she suddenly processed that it was his erection, stiffer and thicker than it had felt all night. Dazed, Tiana trembled some more, and then gasped out loud when he slipped a finger inside her.
Oooh, that went deep. She clutched around it with eager muscles, hungry for any kind of penetration. He fucked her with that finger for some moments and she felt so snug even around that one digit. It was thick and long and so skilled it had her whining as he strummed against her g-spot. Then he had to add a second finger and just blow her totally away.
“Ahhh,” she let out in a choked manner, her throat gurgling as he wedged those two long middle fingers of one hand deep inside her. She began to see in stars and stripes, her whole body shuddering as he pumped in and out of her in a steady fucking motion. He went so far up her vaginal passage that she soon felt the heel of his palm bump intimately against her ass. And then, just when she thought it couldn’t get any wilder, she felt him start to probe her clinching ass crack with his thumb.
Before she could even form a reaction to that, he pushed in past the knuckle until his thumb was embedded in her ass. A delicious fullness overcame her and she let out a shocked breath. The forbidden sensation of his thumb fucking her ass and his two fingers jamming back and forth in her pussy at the same time made her brain start to short-circuit. Holy fuck. She’d never felt anything like this. The double-drilling had her every nerve cell tingling, making a pool of ecstasy start to spread within her very womb.
“Jordan. Oooh!” she moaned long and shrilly. Everything else that had happened that night faded in comparison, as she suddenly began to writhe her hips in a helplessly debauched motion to match his pounding dual penetration. “Oh Jordan. Oh please.”
She couldn’t tell what she was pleading for. But she felt something hot and grinding overpowering her deepest core, making her inner tissues quiver and swell as the blood rushed to her center. Tania began to buck against his thrusting hand, seeking more pressure, more sweet burning friction. The muscles in her legs started to spasm and from the waist down, she transformed into Jell-O. She was clenching on him in both her holes, and she soon began conscious of him letting out a muffled oath.
Suddenly, he slipped his fingers out of her, and she almost wailed. What? She’d been mere seconds from…
But then she saw him reach for a condom from his suit pocket. She heard him rip it open with his teeth, using only one hand to roll it onto his rock-hard member while keeping her pinned to the table. Tania shook and shivered, stimulated in mind and body and ready to completely lift off once he entered her.
The tip of his cock nudged at her from behind and she exhaled with a loud surge of air. She barely had the chance to brace herself before he plunged into her pussy in one long, smooth power thrust.
His massive girth almost split her apart in this position. His thighs pushed against the back of hers, keeping her propped against the table as she would have slid like a soggy mass to the floor. Her walls screamed with bliss as he began to slam into her with heedless, rugged thrusts. Shit shit shit! Tania’s breathing hitched as she cried out and arched up off the table, her spine curving backwards so hard she was afraid it would snap. She couldn’t stay quiet or still, even with her wrists bound behind her, keeping her on lockdown while he rampaged through her shivery cunt.
He made no sound apart from the raspy edge of his breathing. His fingers gripped her hips tight as he fucked her almost savagely, taking her to a place where pain and pleasure felt one and the same. He made her so full, yet so wet even his deep, hard shafting couldn’t keep her from taking her fill of enjoyment.
This was rough sex personified, each lunge of his hips jolting her into the table while her insides felt ready to disintegrate from the feral pummeling of his cock. Again and again his pelvis rocked against her punished ass, his penetration so deep she could feel his balls swinging against her lower section. The extent and angle of his inward thrusts soon had her mind reeling.
Her orgasm started in her brain, as she processed all the emotions she was feeling at once. Agony from the deep-seated ridge of his continuous penetration, pleasure from him reaching all her secret inner spots with ease, and then delight at being so mercilessly taken, with just the right amount of force and dominance to make her continue to drip down to her knees.
Tania screamed, erupting suddenly and noisily. Her body jerked while her inner muscles contracted endlessly. She felt Jordan fist her hair and tug her hard until her spine arched backwards in an even steeper curve than before. This brought her mouth close to his as he leaned forward and twisted her face to his for a hard, eating kiss that devoured her next series of moans.
To her surprise, she registered his shuddering as his whole frame strained against her. Deep within her pussy, he swelled and throbbed, elongating her climax as he intensified his thrusts to almost lightning repetition. Blam blam blam blam! Trapped beneath him, Tania had no way of fighting the colossal rush of sensations as he rode her into a thick, black oblivion, his body jerking out several more uneven thrusts as he came with loud grunts pressed into her mouth. Tania felt every pump and pulsation his cock made as he exploded deep with her walls which clung tight to him like Velcro. Her shivering matched his, their orgasms conjoined into one unseamed entity, devoid of space and time.
***
He must have carried her to the bed at some point, because Tiana woke up to find herself lying beneath the warm covers. The room was dim with just a faint glow from the lamp standing across in one corner. Tiana felt a desperate lurch in her chest until she felt around and then connected her hand with a solid, sleeping frame not too far away. Resisting the urge to roll closer and snuggle, Tiana smiled with foolish relief. He was still here, she thought with a deep sigh as she kept her hand resting on what felt like his lower back which rose and fell with his steady breathing. Not bothering to open her eyes, Tiana drifted back into an exhausted, replete sleep.
By the time she woke up in the bright radiance of morning, Jordan was gone. Tania would have felt like she’d dreamed the whole tempestuously passionate night if not for the fact that she woke up extremely sore. This told her that everything that had happened was real.
He hadn’t come cheap but Tiana knew she wouldn’t blink once at spending that kind of money again just to spend time with him. It was just a few days after, but she felt compelled to give it another go. Why wait? Unless of course, Jordan proved to be unavailable or already booked. But Tiana decided she would at least try. She could just be lucky and he’d be willing to make another appointment at short notice.
There was a slight tremble to her hand as she finally picked up the receiver. Clearing her throat, she punched in the numbers she now had written down on the pad next to the phone. Her heart started to pound alarmingly as the ringing came on at the other end of the line.
Chapter Six
Jordan shoved his hands back through his hair and turned away from Tommy’s accusing eyes.
“Really, Jordan? Again?” Tommy asked, his eyebrows propped high in individual V-shaped arches.
Jordan knew exactly what Tommy meant. Tiana. Calling him up again yesterday. Asking if he was available for another appointment. As soon as possible.
Hearing her smooth, feminine voice on the line again had sent him down memory lane – as if every moment of their encounter wasn’t already etched in his brain. Touching her, kissing her – eating her out and then getting his cock so deep inside her snug, welcoming channel he’d rocked against her uterus– he’d forget none of that in a hurry. He could still taste her spicy, honeyed essences at the back of his throat each time he swallowed. Damn, but he’d felt ready to never take his tongue out of inside her. Nothing ever – had tasted so good. Like burnt sugar, hot and sweet. Addicting.
“Could you…work me into your schedule again? Even if for just a few hours sometime this week. How about Thursday? Maybe for dinner and dancing? Or is that too soon?” she’d asked, her tone as professional as ever even as the sentence inched on too long. Jordan’s mind went as blank as the first time she’d ever called him.
At the sound of her voice, his cock was instantly so hard it felt ready to rip through the expensive fabric of his dress pants. Jordan even forgot he was right inside his office, just minutes from receiving an important client for a meeting.
All he could see in his mind’s eye was Tania’s face, prettily curved in an oval, her full lips tinted with dusky pink, her brown skin glowing with fresh beauty. He could see her deep brown eyes twinkling brightly as she teased him about asking a black woman if she could dance. He smiled suddenly as he remembered her grinding her delectable ass against him on the dance floor. An ass he’d mentally vowed then and there to rub and kiss all over once he got the chance. Before the night was through he did have that chance, after which he’d been so wild and hard for her, he’d fucked her up against that table until she’d virtually passed out.
Hardly himself either, he’d managed to carry her back into bed and lay next to her beneath the covers. A part of him had wanted to pull her soft, warm body against his for a cuddle, until he collected his senses and chose to keep some distance between them as she slept. He’d only meant to rest a bit before making a quick exit, but had ended up sleeping until the early morning. When he woke up, she was draped all over him, her lips softly breathing against his ear. He’d looked down to see her breast pressed against his arm, the sensation of her soft firmness making his already hard cock swell to almost painful proportions.
Jordan was so busy reliving every moment of the time spent with her that he’d forgotten she was on the line waiting for his reply. Until he heard her blurt out, “It’s okay if you’re already booked. I understand if you think this is much too impromptu. If you could suggest when you’ll be free…”
“How about tonight?”
The words had come out even before he could think them out properly first. But damn, he wanted her; had wanted her the moment he’d walked out of that room leaving behind a deliciously mussed and sleeping Tania, naked and lushly spread for him to reach out and take if he’d dared. But she’d wanted only one night and so he hadn’t lingered – but each step felt weighted with lead as he’d walked away.
No woman had got him so hard in a long time. Not once in his grownup life had a female made him want to throw everything away just to be with her again. Right now. At whatever cost.
At the back of his mind, it prickled him to think he still existed beneath a lie. She thought he was a male escort. She’d paid him on that assumption and was interested in paying him again for another encounter. On another level, the knowledge gave him a swell of cockiness. He’d given it to her so good she was coming back for more. Hell yeah he was free.
But then common sense returned and he tacked on hastily into the surprised silence, “Say, around seven or eight. I could spare a few hours. A client cancelled so I happen to have an evening free. As long as it’s not for the night like the last time…”
“No. I think…a few hours would be fine. I have an early morning appointment anyway. Do you want to come by the apartment for a drink first?” Her voice had a delightfully breathy undertone. Picturing the confident, professional Tania beside the wanton, submissive Tania of the bedroom gave Jordan more of a thrill than he’d have expected.
When it came to women, he hardly had to make much effort. He was used to getting what he wanted and so far, he’d never got to face rejection or being given a difficult time by a female. Fact was, he couldn’t even remember ever having to ask a woman out. Somehow, when he met someone attractive, she usually found a way to get into his bed and Jordan usually played along if she was his type. Much of the same had happened with Chloe, his ex.