The Nightlife: New York (The Nightlife Series) (12 page)

Aaron grinned at her admission.  “You are jealous,” he
chuckled.  “Admit it, maybe a little?”

He kissed her on the lips and stroked his fingers through
her hair.  “You’re right, as usual.  She is silly, and immature, and there is
nothing for you to be jealous about.  You know you own my ass.  Besides, she
could never pull off that stunt you did up against the wall the other night.  That
was insane.  After that performance, how could Delia compare?”  The brat
enjoyed teasing her.  He was gaining confidence in his new life.

“Aaron … do you still have feelings for this girl?”

His nonchalant comment made her sick to her stomach.  “I
hate the thought I take away your choices.”  Her voice fell to a whisper. “I do
not wish to ‘own your ass’ as you say so crudely.”

“Aww, Michelle, ma belle.”  He smiled as he ran his fingers
over her jawline.  “No, no, no.  Really, I don’t think of Delia for even a
minute.  You’re the only one who gets my attention.  You’re the one I want.  Is
that what you want to hear?”

“Mmm …
Oui
.” 
She smiled as he played with her.

“So what about the real issue?  The police.”  Aaron gave her
the raised eyebrow.

“They are just as silly and stupid as the girl, but very
dangerous.  If they become a
problème
,
we will deal with them or move on.  I am not a murderer, but I have no
problème
with taking out the
trash.”

* * * *

Detective Grayson walked up to Konowicz’s desk and slapped
down a sticky note, “Got a message for you.  It came in while you were on the
other line.  Says,
The girl you are looking for with blond hair and green
eyes works with EZ Escort services and her name is Michelle
.  I got the
phone number to EZ from her too, but she didn’t say her name.  Wanted to remain
anonymous.”  One look at Konowicz and he chuckled.

“Oh shit!  Is that the prize fighter who knocked you on your
ass the other day?  Ha! That’s fuckin’ priceless.  When you catch up with her
tell her I said thanks!”  Grayson slapped Konowicz on the shoulder laughing at
him.  Konowicz’s busted nose throbbed from the jolt.

* * * *

CHAPTER 14

“My, my, my,
très
sexy.  Don’t you look nice!  I like this shirt on you.  The blue is
your best color.”  Michelle turned Aaron in a circle as she checked him out for
his big date.

“Yeah, I do look pretty damn good, don’t I?  I’m dead sexy.” 
He spanked his ass in the mirror as Michelle grinned.  His new eight hundred
dollar outfit made a distinct impression.  He had never realized how much
clothes can make the man.  Michelle had a sharp eye for fashion, and a deep
pocketbook.

“Thank you so much, I never could’ve bought this on my dime.”
He smiled as she ran her hands over the ass of his black slacks.

Michelle never seemed to care about money.  She was
constantly shopping for expensive designer clothes for the both of them.  She
paid all the taxi rides, and who knew how much her apartment cost.  He never
bothered to ask about money.  He didn’t have the first clue about her finances
beyond the fact that she made good money on her dates.

He stared at her sideways in the mirror as she smiled back. 
Who is this woman that I’m in love with?
He didn’t even know how old she
truly was, or so much as her full name.  The woman was a mystery, but that’s
the way she liked it.

Michelle broke him out of his silent reverie with her speech
on vampire etiquette.  “
Mon
petit chou
.  Remember the rules.  Feed no more than sixty seconds. 
No multiple orgasms––you risk the addiction.  Release her when she
pops
. 
Not a moment longer.  Avoid sex.  Is a very bad idea.  Your control is not good
right now.  Trust me when I tell you, is bad.  You don’t want to hurt a woman
that way.”

“Yes, Massa.  Aye’s a good slave, Massa.  Don’t beat me!” 
He pinched her ass as he teased.

“I want you to save your energy for later tonight.  I have
something planned.  Some more tricks for you.  We will need your stamina!”

He envisioned the many things she had taught him in the bedroom. 
Wild passionate sex for hours and hours on end.  He shivered in anticipation,
adjusting his pants as he caught a semi just thinking about her.

* * * *

“Nice to meet you, Mrs. Callahan.  My name is Aaron.  How
are you this evening?”  He met his
date
in the lounge of the Double Tree
Inn.  The music hadn’t begun yet and the quiet unpopulated ambience felt
peaceful, romantic.

She hugged him, planting a kiss on his cheek––a little too
familiar to be completely cordial.  She replied with an inviting expression.  “Fantastic
now you’re here, honey.  Aren’t you the sexiest thing I’ve seen in years?  Look
at you!”  She held his hand as she stepped back in appreciation of his physical
assets.

Reading her mind, he found her fascinating.  His first
official
date
as an escort.  He dug in deep, trying to get a sense of
her entire being in addition to her current thoughts, which were mostly
occupied with fantasies of sex with him.  He clearly read several key components
of her soul.  She’d been married for twenty years to a jet-set corporate CEO. 
The asshole preferred sex with his secretaries and assistants to her.  Of
course, it hadn’t always been that way.  Her husband had developed the habit
over the years, gradually growing distant.  She’d thought of divorcing him many
times over, but their kids kept her from going through with it.  This wonderful
forty-plus mother of three lived daily with emotional and sexual neglect, much
the same as him.  Well, up until a week ago.

He sympathized with her instantly.  He couldn’t fault her
for hiring an escort.  And why exactly was she interested in him?  Discretion. 
She could afford expensive eye candy that guaranteed discretion and allowed her
to enjoy life’s simple pleasures of sexual fulfillment with a hard body half
her age.  It wasn’t love, but it would have to do.

He realized immediately he would break his promise to
Michelle.  He couldn’t refuse this woman the very thing she needed most, Michelle’s
warnings be damned.  He vowed to maintain control and give her what she was
paying
for.

She planned to spend the evening at the hotel.  Dinner,
cocktails, dancing, and then retire up to the room.  At five hundred an hour,
she intended to pay cash for four hours.  The escort service had already charged
their fee in advance.  His cash would be his to keep.

The dinner went smoothly with small talk about her family and
business interests.  She drifted into politics that flew completely over his
head.  He mostly just listened to her.  She was a truly remarkable woman and he
had grown to genuinely like her.

They danced for a time, slow and intimate, stealing kisses
here and there.  Her hands began to roam below his waistline.  “Why don’t we
head up to the room?”  

“You must be reading my mind.”  She had such a beautiful
smile to complement her aching soul.  He wondered what kind of asshole would
treat a woman like this so poorly.

This woman needed him.  She needed him to make this a
special night for her.  She seemed so wonderful, only wishing to be loved.  He
was willing to test his tenuous control, for her.

Upstairs, she kissed him on the lips.  “Call me Rosalie,
Mrs. Callahan is so formal, makes me feel like I’m talking to one of my son’s
friend’s.  I’m going to get changed into something more comfortable.  I’ll be
back in a moment.” 

She exited the bathroom a few moments later wearing a red
see-through negligee with a matching sheer G-string.  Rosalie wasted no time. 
She kissed him deeply while her hands undressed him fast and efficient.  She
had a definite plan for the night’s activities and followed it without
hesitation or embarrassment.

Rosalie looked him up and down with another one of her
beautiful smiles blooming across her face as he stood before her naked.  He
enjoyed seeing himself from her perspective as she ogled his body.  She loved his
trim abs that didn’t fold over his belt like Mr. Callahan’s.  And his firm
pecs, they didn’t need one of those compression t-shirts to hide man-boobs. 
When her attention settled on his cock she licked her lips.  The woman couldn’t
wait to get him in her mouth.  He was the best date she’d ever had through the
agency.

If he could perform like the stud she imagined, she’d
definitely be coming back for another date.  After a few seconds of
appreciation and wild imaginings, she put her skillful hands to work caressing
him, bringing him to full size.

As she pushed him back onto the bed, she climbed over him
and said, “I love fellatio; it’s a specialty of mine.  I can’t resist wrapping my
lips around something so beautiful.”  With that she went down on him.  She took
the top position working him voraciously.  He lay back and let her do as she
pleased.  She toyed with him, licking up and down his length, teasing, and then
concentrating intense suction on the very tip.  He moaned and couldn’t help but
fist his hand in her hair and lift his hips as she tugged on the head of his
cock.  She pulled away, teeth, tongue and lips scraping past his most sensitive
flesh to come up for air with a smile on her face.

“Honey, I can do this all night long.”

Then she went right back at it, a muffled, vibrating groan
massaging him as she went all the way down, craning her neck to accommodate his
full length.

He read her desire to receive the same treatment she gave
him.  Never leaving her mouth, he pivoted into position, his face buried
between her legs as Michelle taught him.  He took his time.  His fingers toyed
with her entry and stroked her inner thighs.  Pulling her panties aside, he
bared her flesh to his taste.

Rosalie worked his whole length frantically, sliding up and
down, in and out, faster and faster. He entered her with his fingers while suckling
and nibbling at her folds.  Their intensity reached fever pitch when she peaked,
screaming her release into his erection, clamping down on him forcefully.  The
vibrations and fierceness of her reaction brought him fast.  He poured himself
deep into her throat, his hand trapping the back of her head tightly.  She
wanted to be crammed down on his cock.  She wanted to swallow it.  It was
something her husband had done so often that she had grown to crave this form
of submission.  Rosalie really did enjoy fellatio.  She suspected it was the
primary reason her husband married her.

After a moment’s reprieve, both of them catching their
breath, he shifted position to roll them over while Rosalie worked him by hand
back to full readiness.  He fought with control.  He wanted so badly to pin her
down and screw her until she begged him to stop.  He wanted to bite her over
and over and over.  Michelle wasn’t kidding.  Managing sex and feeding together
might prove impossible.  His need reared its ugly head, like another personality
taking over, a predator that wanted to use and abuse poor little Rosalie
Callahan, heedless of her frailty.  He began to regret his decision.  He feared
what harm he might do to this wonderful woman.

Then she slipped a condom on him and opened her legs wide in
invitation.  All control slipped.  The beast took over, pure need, desire, lust
and hunger.  An undeniable driving hunger that wiped away all reason.

He slid into Rosalie fast and hard, sinking in all the way to
her limit in one swift thrust.  He kept on going, a wicked tight grip on her
luscious hips. He pounded her flesh as she screamed and writhed in the throes
of the wildest sex she’d ever known.  He abused her silken flesh with the
abandon of super-human strength.  As he thrust into her, burying himself all
the way with his climax, he remembered his foolish ideas of control.  Rosalie
screamed at the top of her lungs as he chomped down on her neck and drank
deeply, consuming her blood, ecstasy, and passion in a magical blend.

When he regained a little sanity, he assessed the damage. 
Rosalie lay below him quivering and writhing.  Her breath came in hoarse pants,
an animal sound.  Searching through her mind, he was relieved to find he hadn’t
hurt her.

Rosalie had experienced cataclysmic sex, but she didn’t seem
to be any worse for it.  Maybe sore, in a good way, but no lasting hurt, and
most importantly, she hadn’t acquired the addiction, not like Lisa.  Ignoring
the fact that he’d barely restrained himself from killing her, he judged his
experiment a success.

He dressed after cleaning himself up in the restroom and
returned to check on Rosalie.  She was still breathing heavily, but had
regained some semblance of normalcy.  Her body continued to vibrate and twitch
with sensory overload and her eyes were dilated and glazed, drunk with pleasure. 
He watched her for a few moments as she caught her breath.

“OH … MY … GOD!  I’m … I … I don’t know how you did that,
but it’s the most amazing sex I’ve ever had in my entire life.  Whatever you
got, honey, they should be bottling and selling it for billions.  I’d get up to
see you on your way, but I’m not moving from this bed tonight.  I wouldn’t be
able to stand up even if there was a fire.”

He felt damn proud of himself right at that moment.

“I’m pleased to be at your service.  I had hoped to give you
a special evening.  You’re a good woman.  You deserve a few special moments in
your life.  Whoever is neglecting you isn’t worthy of your time and attention.”

“I’ve known that for years, honey, but we can’t always get
what we want.  Tonight you’ve done that for me.  You’ve given me more than I
ever expected and it was just what I needed.  Would you hand me my purse,
please.”  She pulled out three thousand dollars in fifties and handed it to him
as he kissed her goodbye.

He noticed how much money she was shoving at him. “This is
way too much!”  She had already provided both her body and her precious life’s
blood.  Taking her money felt wrong.

“Baby, what you got is priceless.  I would gladly pay more. 
You’re worth every penny and then some.”  She smiled at him sweetly.  A woman with
a smile like that deserved so much more from life.  “I hope to see you again. 
Would that be possible in a couple weeks?”  In her mind she debated whether or
not she could handle another session with him and not suffer a stroke or heart
attack.  The boy had fucked her senseless.

“Yes, I would like that very much.  You know how to make the
arrangements.  Until then, take care, and get some rest.”  He blew her a kiss
and walked out the door.

He knew he needed his strength for what Michelle had
planned, so he fed twice more on the dance floor on his way out of the hotel. 
Aaron’s spirits soared.  He rode a high of blood and sex as he hailed a taxi
cab for the ride home to Michelle.

* * * *