Allure (3 page)

‘So, I’m going to take a wild guess and say that I don’t think you’re from around here. Am I right?’

I laugh, and she smiles, and I want to forget dinner. ‘You’re right. I’m originally from
Austin
,
Texas
, but I live in
New York
now. I’ve got an apartment in
Manhattan
, but I’ve also got homes in
Los Angeles
and
Las Vegas
, too.’

She raises an eyebrow, and I wonder if that was too much. Did she need to know that? Did it make me sound like a conceited dick with way too much money? I’m just good at what I do, that’s all. I’m guessing she is, too.

‘I’ve always wanted to go to Vegas,’ she says, taking a small sip of champagne, but her eyes never leave mine. It’s the biggest fucking turn-on, I tell you…

‘I think you’d like it there.’

I think I’d like it between her beautiful legs, and that’s where I intend to be, in a very short space of time. Room service is looking more likely by the second, and I don’t know whether she can feel it too, but there’s something happening here. And I have no clue what it is, but it’s so hot I can almost feel it burning my skin.

‘Are you really hungry?’ she whispers, leaning in closer to me and I breathe in her perfume – a musky, sexy smell that just makes me want to fuck her even more.

‘No. Not at all.’

‘You’re not even curious about that lobster?’

I can’t help but give her the widest grin, and she returns it.

The message is clear now.

Dinner’s off the menu.

Three

Kira

He certainly hasn’t cut corners when it comes to the room he’s got here at the hotel. I’ve been in a fair few rooms at The Draysman, but never a suite like this one. He must either be seriously loaded, or his company is. I’m assuming he must have some kind of job, something that’s brought him here to the UK, and I’m itching to ask him what he actually does, but I know questions like that are frowned upon. Unless the client wants to tell me anything about himself, it’s not really up to me to ask personal questions.

He locks the door and places the champagne we’ve brought up with us down on the sideboard, and that electricity I’d felt downstairs in the bar, it’s still here, still filling the room, so evident I can almost hear it crackling. And I’m burning up, the back of my neck is warm and my skin is prickling and I’m actually a little bit nervous now, which is strange, for me. I’m never nervous. I can do this with my eyes closed. But this all feels just a little bit different, and I have to keep reminding myself that this is a job. We’re probably going to spend the next few hours fucking all over this suite then I’ll leave, and he’ll carry on doing whatever it is he’s here to do before he goes back to
New York
. We’ll never see each other again; he isn’t going to become one of my regulars. And I have to try and push that thought away so as not to let it distract me from what I’m here to do – which is to keep him happy. He’s paying a hell of a lot of money for my time. I need to make sure his experience is the best it can be. Kira Blu is coming out to play, and he’s about to find out that she plays hard.

I walk over to him and place a hand gently against his chest. His heart is beating hard, he’s nervous, and that actually excites me. ‘Anything you specifically request, Mr Cannon?’

He groans quietly as I slide my hand inside his shirt, touching his skin; a groan so deep I feel it reverberate right through him. ‘Just gimme the full show, darlin’. Whatever you got, I want it.’

I smile as I pull him against me, and the second his body touches mine my stomach dips and my skin breaks out in goose bumps. If he can do this to me when we’re both fully clothed, I can only imagine what’s going to happen when we’re naked.

‘OK. The full show it is.’

I want to kiss him. He has the most beautiful mouth – ever-so-slightly upturned with perfect, almost symmetrical lips – and I usually don’t like kissing all that much, it’s way too personal in my opinion; too intimate for the world I live in. But I want to kiss
him
.

‘Shall we get started?’

I pull back, reminding myself once more that this is business. I can do this in my sleep, this is bread and butter to me.

His eyes never leave mine, and I can feel something happening here that I’m not entirely comfortable with now, in fact, there’s an alarm bell going off inside in my head that’s so loud it’s practically deafening. But I ignore it. I’ve got detached down to an art form, remember?

He walks over to me, our eyes still locked, and I know the games are beginning now. This is where he starts to spend his money, and I begin to earn mine. And for once, I really do believe I’m going to enjoy it.

‘You’re beautiful,’ he whispers, reaching out to touch my face, his palm resting against my cheek as he leans in closer, and I close my eyes, waiting for the moment our mouths touch. And when it happens, when his lips meet mine and the kiss begins it becomes harder and harder for me to stay in character – to be the escort he paid for, rather than a woman who just wants to be with him. ‘So beautiful…’

Such a charmer, but none of that matters. He can be who he likes,
do
what he likes, within reason. Although, I suddenly realise I don’t have his money yet, and that’s a terrible schoolgirl error on my part. Money upfront is the golden rule, and I’ve just broken it, because I was too wrapped up in – in
this
.

His mouth continues to move gently against mine, his arm around my waist now as he pulls me closer, our bodies touching, and he feels hard and firm, and I don’t just mean his cock. Although, that’s digging into my thigh, telling me he’s more than ready. And another fleeting moment of panic hits me as I realise the condoms I always carry with me are in my bag, which I’ve thrown down on the chair behind me. He isn’t going anywhere without protection. I never have and never will do bareback. It’s too risky.

The kiss seems to go on forever, and I’m not complaining. Although the condom situation is still concerning me slightly. Every inch of me is aching to feel him inside me, but not without protection. And yet, I can’t pull away, in fact, my fingers thread into his hair, and I push myself harder against him in an action that is totally involuntary. This is happening whether I like it or not, and there isn’t a thing I can do to stop it.

He pushes me back against the sideboard, and then lifts me up so I’m sitting on it. His hands slide up my dress, his fingers stroking my thighs and I can’t help but moan quietly. His touch is so light, but it’s causing the most glorious sensation to flood my body.

I throw my head back as he lifts me up slightly, sliding my knickers down and I groan louder this time. I’ve never wanted sex with a client so bad before; never felt my skin burn up or my thighs ache for a man in this way. It’s strange; alien, almost, but I’m running with it. Whoever this man is, he knows how to play this game better than I do.

He places a hand on each of my knees and spreads my legs, stepping between them before running his hands back up my thighs, pushing my dress up further, and I swear to God I am panting. I’m desperate to feel him inside me, so desperate I almost have to stop for a second to try and find some of that composure I know I’ve lost. But I don’t have a chance.

Our eyes lock again, and once more the message is loud and clear, even though neither of us has uttered a word in a while. I feel my breath start to quicken as he reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a foil packet, and the relief I feel is immense. I knew he’d done this before. He knows the rules. I should have guessed.

‘OK?’ he whispers, and I nod. I just want him in me now. I’m tired of waiting.

I lower my head as he unzips himself, freeing his rock-hard cock, which causes me to bite down on my lip like some horny teenager who’s never seen a man’s dick before. But, come on! His is impressive. And I’ve seen a lot over the years. Yeah. His is really impressive.

He looks at me as he rips the foil packet open with his teeth, sliding the condom down over his hard-on like a man who’s done this many times before, and I’m grateful for his experience. I’ve had some who haven’t known their left from their right, which makes for a frustrating time all round. But not this. We both know what we’re doing here.

I close my eyes as he kisses me again, his fingers winding in my hair, and I wrap my legs firmly around his hips, unable to stop another moan from escaping, my mouth still resting against his as he finally pushes inside me. It feels –
he
feels incredible. And when I cry out it’s real, I’m not acting. I’m not giving him what I think he wants to hear, not this time. I’m really feeling it.

His thrusts start out slow, almost ridiculously gentle but at the same time they carry so much impact I can’t even begin to understand what’s happening here. It’s crazy, but it’s real, and the fact I know this won’t be the only time I get to feel this man inside me tonight… This is dangerous, I know it is, but I can’t control it.

I throw my head back, my eyes still closed as he pounds into me that little bit harder, his mouth resting against the base of my throat, his hands on my hips as he keeps me steady. And I can already feel it beginning, that slow, sensual build-up that happens to me very rarely. Usually I only feel this when I’m finger-fucking myself, or when I’m indulging in a little girl-on-girl action with my partner-in-crime on that score, a gorgeous brunette called Kandi-Ann. We charge a hell of a lot for that particular service, because we don’t offer it all that often now, and I wonder if Neal likes that kind of thing. And then I pull back from those thoughts. I don’t think I want to see him fucking Kandi-Ann, and the fact I even had that thought makes me feel slightly sick. But I push all that aside, and once more concentrate on what’s happening here.

His groans are becoming louder, his fingers digging into my naked flesh as his thrusts intensify, until he eventually explodes. I grip him tight inside me, forcing every last drop out of him, and despite everything I once thought, I really can’t help wondering what it would be like to go bareback with this man. But that just isn’t done. And I know that once I’m back home, in a few hours’ time; when all of this crazy shit is over I’ll start thinking straight again. And be relieved that all I did was wonder.

Neal

She’s got the craziest internal muscles. Her grip on my cock is insane! But, Jesus, I’ve not come like that in a long time. This was well worth skipping dinner for.

I close my eyes and rest my forehead against her shoulder. I need to get my breath back, because I’m not done yet. Hours stretch ahead of us, and I’m gonna make sure I get my money’s worth. Besides, she didn’t come. And, hey, I might be the one paying for this, but I want whoever I’m with to get some benefit, too. Anyway, I need a rest before we go for round two.

I pull out of her and slide the full-to-bursting condom off, tossing it into the trash can beside the sideboard. And then I look at her; her beautiful face is flushed, her eyes shining, and it makes her look so much younger than she is. When I told her she was beautiful, I meant it.

‘That was good.’ I smile, and she smiles back, and I swear my cock is acting all crazy now because it surely can’t be ready to go again so soon.

‘It was really good,’ she says, that accent of hers making my skin break out in more goose bumps. And there isn’t a woman who’s been able to do that to me for a long time.

‘I need to see you naked, darlin’.’

She lifts a leg and gently kicks me backwards before sliding down from the sideboard, shimmying out of the undeniably super-sexy dress she’s wearing. And, without me even asking, because this woman is a professional to the very end, she leaves the boots on, boots that could, in all honesty, harden even the most jaded of cocks. But maybe that’s because that’s all she’s wearing. And now I can see that tattoo I’d only gotten a glimpse of in her profile picture. It’s a rose vine tattoo that stretches from the top of her left thigh, snakes up over her hip and waist and finishes up just under one of her spectacular tits. And they’re real, which is my preference. I’m not a fan of fake tits. But, man, that tattoo! I want this woman so freaking bad I can’t get my fucked-up head around it.

‘Your move, Mr Cannon.’

I grin, quite widely, because I’m having a blast so far. ‘Come here.’

She saunters over to me, and I watch her every move, every sway of those perfect hips and I know now why she’s so expensive. That body doesn’t come cheap, and I don’t care. She’s worth every cent. I’d pay over six hundred pounds just to look at her tits for five hours.

I catch her waist and pull her naked body against my still-clothed one, and she submits, like a beautiful rag doll in my arms. ‘I’m gonna make you come so hard you’ll scream this fucking place down,’ I murmur, my mouth resting against hers, and I drink in her tiny moans of pleasure. And they’re real, I know they are. I’ve been around women like this enough times to know when they’re faking it, and when they’re really feeling it. The latter doesn’t happen all that often, but this time it’s real. ‘You got that, baby?’

She nods, playing the game just the way I like it. I’m not stupid or naïve enough to think I’m really the one in control here. She holds all the power, but she also knows when to let me think I’m leading the way.

‘Lie down.’

I want her on that bed with her legs wide open; I want to see it all. And she knows that, and like a good girl she steps out of my arms and lowers herself onto the bed, stretching her arms up above her head so those freaking tits of hers are pushed right out. I want to come all over those tits, and I will, in time. I’m trying not to rush things here. I want to make the most of every minute we have left together. So I don’t hurry to get naked myself, I take it slow. I know I’ve got a body that women love, I work hard to make it that way. I’m not the only one getting a great view tonight.

Grabbing a pillow I gently tuck it underneath her hips, raising them slightly to give me much better access. I promised I was gonna make her come hard, and I’m a man who keeps his promises. So I lower my head, place my hands on her knees to keep her legs apart, and dive into her soaking wet heaven.

She tastes like nothing I’ve ever come across before – soft and sweet and I swear she could become addictive. Her low, deep moans are making her whole body shudder and as I slip my tongue inside her, that shudder turns into a full-blown shiver, and I feel my cock spring back to life. But I’m not finished yet.

I pull my tongue out and pull back slightly, taking in the sight of her firm pink pussy; her hard, throbbing clit. And she’s completely shaved, which is how I like them.

I dive back in for another few seconds, letting my tongue taste a little bit more of her, and I feed off her groans; every gentle buck of her hips spurs me on, because I know she’s feeling it. Really feeling it. But I want to touch her, too. Inside and out. So when I pull back this time, I replace my tongue with my fingers, tentatively sliding two inside her at first. I’m not sure how many she can take at once, and I don’t want to hurt her but, sweet Jesus, she feels good! She’s all tight and wet and I watch as my fingers thrust gently in and out of her. She can take more. I know that. So I slip a third and a fourth in there, too, and she doesn’t complain. She cries out, but it’s a cry of pleasure. She’d tell me if it hurt, and I don’t think I’m doing that, so I carry on, the heel of my hand rubbing her clit as my fingers continue to thrust in and out of her dripping wet pussy until she finally lets go, her release loud and physical as her body jerks almost violently, her cries now ricocheting off the walls. She’s even more beautiful when she comes.