Cream of the Crop (3 page)

“
Put your fingers between your legs. Spread yourself, but don't touch your clit. I want to see the juices you promised me.”

As he
'd asked, she widened her stance and gently slipped her fingers through her swollen lips. She was slickened beyond what she thought possible.

“
Jesus."

Th
e way he said it made her melt.

"Show me more.
”

Shifting forward slightly, she exposed all of herself.
The coolness of the air on her exposed nether region made her want to come right then and there. Knowing he saw how wet she was, and how excited it made him, brought a wave of confidence. “Do I please you?”

He
grabbed her and pinned her beneath him. His hot breath dusted across her face. “Oh, yes. You please me very much. I’ve never had a woman like you." He paused. "Are you ready to get fucked now?”

“
Yes. Yes please.”

When only silence followed, she realized what he
waited for.

“
I want you inside me. Fucking me. Making me come all over you. I want to milk your cock until you shoot your load inside me. Please,” she begged.

“
Tell me more,” he said in a husky whisper.

All sensibility vanished. She needed him now!
“Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Fuck me fast. Slow. I don’t care. Just fuck me!”

He pitched her onto her stomach so quickly, her head spun. His strength was amazing. She tried to shift more comfortably, but he pushed her head into the pillow.

“
Spread your legs."

She
did as he asked.

He ran
a forefinger down her spine. Goosebumps followed his fingertips. When he reached the hollow of her back, he made slow massaging circles that drove her insane.

He's trying to kill me
with desire.

T
hen he did something that completely stunned her. She sensed him pull back, then the palm of his hand connected firmly with the fleshy meat of her ass. The slap made her jump. He spanked her again and again, centralizing on different spots of her derriere. Heat radiated and spread lower.

He positioned himself between her legs and
forced her thighs further apart.

She
tried to refocused, to assess what was coming next, but desire had turned her brain into mush.

His
finger glided along the crack of her ass. When it moved a millimeter downward, she stiffened.

“
Should I stop?”

“
N-no.”

H
er buttocks felt like they had second-degree burns, but the pain was beyond pleasurable. She knew there were welts in the shape of his fingers across the flesh, but she didn't care. Then he did the strangest thing. He placed the side of his face on one of her burning ass cheeks. Against the heat, his face felt cool, almost soothing.

Then h
is finger descended deeper between her legs. “You’re dripping. Just the way I want you.” He moved the digit closer to her clit, but stopped and ventured the opposite way instead. “But you'll be a river soon.”

She buried her
face into the pillow to keep from screaming.

He slid
the soaked fingertip up and down her slit several times and then stopped at the opening of her ass.

Feather-light kisses dusted across
her heated flesh. He spread her cheeks wider. Then the tip of tongue danced around her asshole before slipping away and returning.

She gasped
for air and gripped the sheets.

G
ently he pushed one finger deep inside her ass and another into her pussy, moving both in perfect rhythm to coax the fire. When he pushed the digit in her ass all the way in, she went rigid.

“
I can’t-—hold. Ah—God!”

His tongue continued to lap
at her ass while his fingers rhythmically moved in and out. She squirmed, losing herself in the sensations. She'd never experienced anal play, and he played her like a virtuoso. She hovered on the precipice of no return, controlling every sensation, every movement. Just as he'd said, the puddle beneath her turned into a lake.

Amy fell headlong into the abyss of utter ecstasy. The orgasm that came
almost made her pass out. She came with such force she sprayed...just like a man. He quickly placed a palm over her mouth to mute her screams as her body shuddered and jerked as if in an epileptic seizure.

Suddenly
his face was between her legs. He licked every inch of her until she came back to the present.

With her
hair plastered to her face, her body soaked in sweat and come, she wondered whether he was truly trying to kill her by orgasms. But he wasn't done with her yet.

When the head of his cock teased at
the entrance of her ass, her breath caught in her throat. He trailed the crown upward along delicate folds to her labia and stopped just at the hood of her clit. He reversed and skidded up toward her ass. Giving a deep, guttural groan, he pushed inside just a little and withdrew.

This was another first.
She'd never been fucked in the ass before. Still basking from the best orgasm of her life, there was no way he going to top it. He was tenacious, however.

Inch by gradual inch he pushed inside and pulled out. When the entire length of him filled her completely, she
swore she'd stopped breathing. Every movement and thrust of his hips was ecstasy.

Then he entered her
pussy. She clenched tightly around his cock and saturated him. She felt every engorged vein and ridge of his dick as he slid in and out. Her hips rolled and swayed to meet every unhurried plunge he made. She wanted him to go faster, harder, to take control. She forced herself to remember that whatever the client wanted, the client received.

“
Am I hurting you?” he murmured.

"Don't stop," was all she could muster.

His arms encircled her and crushed her against him as he maneuvered them to the edge of the bed. He lifted her up as if she weighed nothing more than a drop of water.

Once she was
facing him and positioned on his lap, he guided her ass up and down on his cock, driving into her again and again. Never did his tempo change. Slow, methodical, and fucking amazing!

Using her legs as support, she gripped his shoulders and
attempted to take control. She was nearing the brink of another orgasm, if that was at all possible. Pleasure bubbled in the base of her womb. When she attempted to push her clit into him, she suddenly felt the pad of his thumb graze over the sensitive nub, fleetingly, slowly, just like his thrusts. He dominated everything. And she didn't care.

“
You're not to come. Not yet. Do you understand?”

Her mind and body reeled
. “I-I don't. I can’t—”

“
Listen to my voice."

Hell, his voice was a sexy
as his cock. How was she going to do this? She was too close.

"Don
’t come until I tell you. Don't disappoint me.”

Every nerve responded. She fought back the urge, the need,
the compulsion to explode from the inside out.

Several more thrusts followed. She grunted from the effort of holding back. She tried to think of something else, even Mother Theresa, but it wasn't working.

His fingers dug like claws into her flesh. She'd have bruises there tomorrow, but she didn't care. Then she heard those magic words.

“
Come. Come all over me.”

The
words created an internal combustion. She came with a force that rattled her teeth. The walls of her pussy convulsed with such severity, she screamed at the top of her lungs. Without realizing, she clung to him, kissing him in wild abandon. He reciprocated with identical passion. His moans of pleasure travelled straight to her over-sensitive clit. Then he threw back his head and howled a deafening, deep-throated growl that made her pray the rest of the hotel couldn't hear them.

The throbbing of his cock as he ejaculated sent Amy over the edge
again. She’d never experienced a multi-orgasm. Tonight had been a first for so many things. Waves of pleasure detonated through her as she milked him dry.

S
econds, minutes, maybe an hour passed, she didn't know or care. Time had stopped. Hanging limp in his arms and trying to catch her breath, realization at what she’d done smacked her straight between the eyes. She attempted to move off his lap, but he held her fast and slipped the blindfold off.

“
For being new at this you're certainly adept,” he said in between gasps of air.

His
hot breath against her neck sent ripples of pins and needles to swirl throughout her spent body. “Sorry,” she said, trying to cool down the heat in her face. How stupid could she be? She’d forgotten the most important rules of the profession. Never allow passion to overcome work ethics, and don't kiss the clients. Patrice had explained that that kind of intimacy opened doors that shouldn't be opened. Plus, one never knew what diseases clients might carry. Always use condoms. That one was a no-brainer. Always set an allotted time to do the job. Okay, she might have failed that one just a bit. But the most important one? Never, ever become intimate with the client. She'd sucked big time on that one.

“
Tell me…”

Her heart jumped
at those two simple words. They'd never sound the same to her again. His sweat-soaked bangs hung over his forehead and the urge to push them back was like heroin. Worse, the brilliance of those eyes of his went straight into her.

“…
how are you at taking shorthand?”

The
question slapped her across the face and straightened her right out. “Pardon me?” It took a moment, but she suddenly realized what he was hinting at.

“
You mentioned this was your first time and, well, I could see you were uncomfortable with it all. At least at the beginning. You're amazing.” He offered her a dazzling grin. “I could use your talents. Plus, I wouldn’t mind a little experimentation. Perhaps role reversal next time?”

Stunned by
the ridiculous suggestion, she rolled off his lap. As she bent down to gather her scattered clothes, she vowed there wasn't going to be a next time. She tried to formulate an appropriate answer, hopefully something witty and professional, but that's not what popped out of her mouth. “I took this job to help pay for my education. I’m no secretary-whore.” Biting the inside of her cheek, she struggled with the hooks of her bra.

His
eyes widened a fraction before he leaned back on the bed to watch her dressed.

From
her vantage point, she saw the passion in his gaze hadn't lessened in the least. She dressed faster, wanting out of this hotel room yesterday. She’d never lost control over herself like that. And what she’d done? And said?
I sounded like some fifty-cent whore!
Her cheeks blistered. Escorts weren’t supposed to enjoy their jobs. And even if they did, it wasn't supposed to matter. She’d lost more than self-control here. With hands shaking, she pulled her hair back and clipped it in place.

His brow arched.
“What are you taking in school?”

The casual bluntness of
his question startled her. With one arm poised in the suit jacket, she turned and faced him. “I’m in my final year of corporate law. And no, this is not my career of choice, nor shall it be,” she added with a sarcastic sniff.

His eyes
narrowed. Then he stood and strolled into the bathroom, returning moments later wearing a hotel issued terry robe. She purposely kept her back to him as she continued to dress. When she heard him leave the bedroom, she blew out a breath she didn't know she'd been holding.

Her hands shook so badly, it took several
attempts before she could button up her blazer. Once she finished dressing, she stood by the bed, wishing she was anywhere else but here. Never would she do something like this again.

I
’ll tell Patrice tomorrow that I quit. Jesus, what have I done?

E
motions collided and confused her every thought process, but the one most prominent that left the worst taste in her mouth? Utter disgust with herself.

Then h
ow come it was the best sex I'd ever had?

S
he forced her legs to work and emerged from the bedroom. He stood beside the bar holding two large glasses of red wine.

To hell with that.
She bee-lined it for the door.

“
On the table there. That’s for you.”

She
hesitated. Was that disappointment she heard in his voice? She looked down and saw a thick clip of hundred dollar bills beside her purse. Peering over her shoulder, she quashed the sudden desire to smack him silly. Gritting her teeth, she picked up the money, turned, and threw it at him. Regret filled her. What the hell was she doing? Wasn't that wad of money the reason why she took the job in the first place? Her brain was too scrambled to think straight.