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2- Chemistry
(Smut) Pete laughed, “I don’t have to… and I don’t do it often, but when I do it’s because I see a pretty girl like yourself and I just can’t keep my filthy hands to myself.”
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The hospital visit was brief and the staff was rushed. Patrick was alive, and he was going to be fine. The nurse filled me with confidence as she went over his chart, but I had to leave all too soon.
Outside the air was cold and my nerves were on fire. Was I really going to do this? “Are you ready?” The disgusting voice startled me and I jumped in fright.
“Yes.”
“Good.” He yanked me towards the car that was waiting for him, as he quickly informed me of my new life. What about work? It didn’t matter anymore. Bills? I was more worried about Patrick’s life.
My quota for the night was 1700, and I made a cash drop no later than 9 am every single morning. No days off. Damn prostitutes were hard workers. And I hadn’t even started yet. The crappy motel I’d found the man in was the motel that all of the prostitutes used, with clients and to sleep in… unless they gave their spendy services overnight attention.
I would be lying if I said I wasn’t scared.
So when I was asked I just nodded, refusing to look at the wicked grin that had spread across my ‘pimp’s’ face.
**
My first night on the streets was cold, and though I was wearing a lot more clothing than the other girls… I was still getting attention from men. I had yet to learn how to talk to clients though, so my stuttered responses lost me money, and the men went in search of someone more confident.
That was until him.
He was much too attractive to be paying for a prostitute and it scared me, immensely. What were his kinks, and how bad were they… if he had to pay for a damn prostitute?
“Hi.” He pulled up beside me, flashing me an award winning grin.
“Hi.” I shyly responded, nervously waiting for him to move on.
I’d been turned down way too many times tonight.
When I was nervous… it made the men wanting to pay me for sex nervous. It really wasn’t a good combination.
“So, come here often?” He asked, amusement twinkling in his beautiful brown eyes.
“All the time.” I spit out, face burning in humiliation.
He laughed, “Liar.” He glanced around nervously, “How do you feel about a little conversation, in my car… away from the open street?”
That sounded creepy.
Without a word I quickly got in to his car, simply stunned that it had gotten this far. “Are you cold?” He asked, as I rubbed my arms.
“I am.” I admitted. The street was cold, the clients seeming unforgiving to awkward behavior. Would he even want me? Oh god, what if he was a cop or something? I was nervous. I’d never done this before, and I didn’t get much advice other than ‘go make me money bitch.’ I stole a glance at him as he drove. He looked so young and carefree, though I guess cops could be young and carefree too. Where were we going? He turned the heat on, rolling his window up. “Tell me if it gets too hot.”
“Thank you.” I mumbled, fully enjoying the warmth.
“The goose bumps lining your skin really are quite appealing though.” The man said, smiling. “I like to keep my girls warm.” His girls? So, he was a regular.
“Oh.” I sounded like an idiot. “So, you do this often.”
His brows furrowed in confusion but then he grinned, shaking his head. “Only a few times actually. I mean any girl, in general, that is with me.”
“Oh.” How many times could I say ‘oh’?
“You seem nervous.” He noted, pulling to the side of an empty road. I couldn’t see anyone, or any lights. “You’re new.” It was a comment, not a question.
“I am.” I replied, throat dry. Come on Avery, where has your bravery gone?
“How much?” His beautiful eyes burned in to mine, and I felt like he could see right through me.
Damn. How much? “For um, how long and for what?” I almost made that statement sound confident! I was a step closer to success. He was at least showing interest… and I could have done a lot worse. He was… so good looking, too damn good looking.
He glanced at the clock, displayed above the radio which was off. “What’s your hourly rate? Full sex. I want it all baby.”
Oh, damn. “I’ll do anything for an hourly rate of… 100 dollars?” Was that expensive? I wasn’t so sure.
He nodded, seemingly appreciatively. “I’ll pay up front for two hours, and then if it goes beyond that… we will deal with that then. How does that sound?”
“Perfect.” I smiled awkwardly, trying to gain some control in the situation.
He reached for his wallet, easily pulling it from his tight jeans. Two hundred dollars was easily handed over and I slipped it in to the bra I had picked up from home, after having left my other bra in the motel room. I had nowhere else to keep my money.
Without another word he pulled away from the side of the road and began driving. “Where are we going?” I finally asked, after fifteen minutes had passed.
“We are going to Bailey’s.” He responded, “It’s the hotel that I’m currently staying in.”
“Oh, so you aren’t from around here?”
He smiled, still watching the road. “I am but sometimes it’s nice to get a hotel room, just to relax and… have fun.”
“So, you rent the hotel room just so that you can get a prostitute?” I didn’t mean to sound so forward, as I tried to stay on his good side. I needed the money.
He just laughed, seemingly amused. “Exactly, though I think the way I put it sounds a little more charming.”
“It does.” I agreed, cracking a small smile.
“I like that.” He said, startled me. What did he like? He answered my unspoken question, “I like when you smile. How about if you smile and actually speak… I’ll double the hourly rate, and give you two hundred an hour?”
Wow. “Okay.”
He took a sharp turn and I gasped, causing him to laugh. “I can only imagine your reaction when you see me naked, if this is how you react to accidently brushing against me…” I could hear his smile.
I couldn’t help but smile in return, blushing. “I was just surprised.”
“Stay seated.” He said, opening his car door. It was dark, with not nearly enough lighting. Seconds later he appeared at the passenger’s side of the car, and he held the door open for me. “I’m glad to see you aren’t wearing heels.” He nodded towards me, “Sometimes the elevator is cramped and it’s hell going up stairs in heels.”
“It’s hell walking anywhere in heels.” I answered, blushing. Suddenly the dark didn’t seem so bad.
He laughed, “You’re right.”
The elevators weren’t crowded, and the music was as annoying as ever. I wrinkled my nose and he gave me a questioning glance, without actually saying anything. “The music.” I commented, shrugging.
He smiled again. It was really a very lovely smile.
“So, how old are you?” He asked, as we walked down the long hallway. The hotel he was staying at was huge, and very very beautiful. It was obviously quite spendy. Then again… if he was broke he probably wouldn’t be paying for a prostitute.
“I’m 21. What about you?” I glanced at the paintings lining the walls of the hallway. They were interesting, well some of them… others were quite boring yet still artistically portrayed, causing a surge of natural interest to be shown.
“21?” He grinned, “You’re just a baby.” He joked, before running his fingers through his dark hair. “I’m 28 sweetheart.”
“You’re only 7 years older.”
“7 years is a long time.” He stopped at a door and I stopped with him.
“Does my age throw your interest off?” I pretended to pout, finding that I was falling more comfortably in to my role. That wasn’t particularly a good thing though. I nervously bit my lip.
He breathed in sharply, “It most definitely does not. Now get your ass inside, before I fuck you in the hallway.”
Normally that would be somewhat frightening but he was still smiling, and I just knew… he was kidding, well kind of. Besides, the plan was to fuck anyway so it wasn’t like he was out of line.
The hotel room was huge, with a king sized bed. I glanced at the television, to the mini kitchen. It was… like a studio apartment. “Wow.” I muttered.
He smiled, “I know. I love this place. It’s just like being at home but someone else cleans for me.”
“It is nice.” I commented, glancing at him again. I couldn’t wait for him to initiate everything! I was the prostitute, not him. “So, um… how do you like to do this?” I whispered, hating myself for how nervous I sounded. I half expected him to tell me to leave at any moment. How did I ever think I’d be able to sell myself for sex? I failed horribly. It just wasn’t natural. I felt so fake doing it, like such a whore… which was what I was being. It wasn’t easy. It was for Patrick though.
“Do you drink?” He asked, searching my face for… for what? “I would personally like to start with a glass of champagne.”
“I- yes, sure.” How surprisingly nice.
He disappeared for a few moments, returning with two plastic cups and a bucket of ice. The bottle of champagne was hidden between his arms and side but he gingerly set it down once he had the cups and bucket of ice down. “I had the ice in the freezer because I hate going downstairs constantly.” He said, grinning. “Unfortunately the cups are a little childish but… I love champagne out of plastic cups. It’s memorable.”
I would definitely always remember it. As soon as he handed me my cup we tapped the plastic cups against each other and then I brought the cup to my lips, sighing in delight. It was quite delicious. “It’s yummy.” I sounded so much more elegant in my mind.
“It is yummy.” He grinned, amusement on his face. “I’d much prefer to taste you though.”
“What are you waiting for, a written invitation?” Oh god.
He didn’t say anything for a moment and I was afraid that I had overstepped my boundaries and made him mad. Right as I was about to apologize he smiled, “You’re right. I’m wasting valuable time not pleasing you.”
I licked my lips, nervously biting my bottom lip viciously. “What is your name?” The question completely caught me off guard and I actually had to think about it.
“After 21 years it escapes you?” He joked, searchingly gazing in to my eyes.
Should I lie? I should lie. “You don’t have to tell me.” He added, after a few moments. “I just figured maybe it would make you a little more comfortable. You can make one up, or you can just tell me to fuck off.”
I let out a small giggle and shook my head, “My name is Avery.”
“Avery.” He sounded it out, smiling. “Avery is a very pretty name.”
It really wasn’t but I appreciated the compliment. “I’m Pete.” Pete.
“Pete…” I smiled as I said his name. It was nice. Knowing his name made this a little nicer. It made me a little more confident, as I stepped forward closing the distance between us. Pete’s eyes widened in surprise as I reached up, running my fingers through his messy, soft hair. Seconds passed and then I pulled his head down so that I could attach my lips to his, savoring the taste of the champagne upon his lips. He did taste good.
Pete’s teeth gently caught my bottom lip and he bit, causing a moan to fall free. It felt so good when he did it. I would never be able to bite my lip again without thinking of tonight, and his sweet taste.
My fingers were rushed as they found the top button of his tight jeans, and it took a few tries before I was able to start unzipping his zipper. He stepped away for a moment, pulling his shirt off. I was graced with the appetizing sight of his toned upper body, which made me drool inwardly. Suddenly getting turned down by multiple men over the age of forty didn’t seem so bad.
I pulled his pants down, falling to my knees in the process. It was the most grace I’d ever shown, and I was thoroughly surprised that I didn’t fall with a thud. With a gentle tug on his boxers his partial erection was free, and I was gazing in wonder at his cock.
“Take off your shirt and bra.” Pete commanded, glancing down at me.
I obeyed immediately, pulling my shirt off much too quickly. The clasp on my bra got stuck but it wasn’t too long before I was pulling it off. The two hundred dollars fell free, since I’d forgotten about it. “Don’t worry about it right now.” Pete said, “Just focus on this baby.”
I tried, but it was hard to gain focus again. The money brought me back to why I was here, on my knees.
Pete was watching me, with obvious lust. The hot look he gave me made me feel hot and I stared up at him, running my tongue over my bottom lip and then my top, seductively teasing him.
His eyes widened, as he smiled. “You’re so sexy.”
The encouragement helped and as I leaned forward, tentatively licking the tip of his cock it didn’t feel so wrong anymore. I was just Avery, and he was just Pete and we were doing what two people generally did in motel rooms… I was just doing what people did together, and I was just saving my brother the only way I knew how.
I gently ran my tongue over the head of his cock, grasping the base with my hand. As my grip tightened I heard the moan escape his lips, and he thrust his hips forward, wanting more.
I still kept the pace slow, very slowly taking more of him in to my mouth as I swirled my tongue around his sensitive head. My eyes went up, keeping contact with his. This caused a louder moan to break free from him, as he showed his appreciation. “I can’t- oh no.” He hesitantly pulled away from me, pulling me to my feet in the process. “I’m not going to be able to wait to fuck you if you keep doing that.” He whispered huskily.
He looked away just long enough to unbutton my jeans, pulling them down as quickly as he had. I wasn’t wearing underwear so I was completely naked in front of him. He took several seconds to just stare before nodding, “You’re very, very beautiful.” He finally commented.
My mouth went dry. “I want you.” I blurted out, unceremoniously.
Pete grinned widely, “Don’t worry baby, I want you too and I’m going to fuck you.” He trailed his finger down my stomach, stopping before anything exciting happened. Fuck.
With a gentle push I was leaning against the bed and then as I rearranged I was actually on the bed, feeling extremely exposed as the cold air blew over my nipples, causing them to harden.
Pete crawled over me, making sure not to place too much weight on me. I felt goose bumps erupt everywhere on my skin as his lips found my nipple, and he softly sucked before biting. I moaned loudly, biting my lip as I arched forward, the sensitivity of each nipple enough to send me over the edge as one of his hands found my other nipple, and he began tweaking and twisting it between his thumb and middle finger.
I could feel the warmth growing, and I just wanted him inside of me. I wanted it so bad. “Please.” I moaned. He hadn’t even touched me, aside from my nipples… and I was on fire.
Pete’s lips found mine, “What do you want baby?” He asked, rubbing his erection against my thigh. I pressed up, rubbing against him.
“Please fuck me.” So, what if I liked sex? I felt so naughty asking him for it though. It was something I’d never done before.
“Gladly.” Pete answered, lining himself up.
His lips crashed upon mine once again, his tongue sliding against my bottom lip. I allowed him entrance, desperately needing to be filled… just as he sank in to me, quickly and completely filling me with him. It felt so fucking good.
His lips remained attached as he slowly withdrew himself, just to slam right back in. It was torture, absolute agony. I wanted more, and I wanted it harder. I wanted him. I wanted him badly.
Finally our lips broke apart and his body focused on slamming in to me, again and again. With each thrust I let out a cry of pleasure, gripping his shoulders with my hands. My fingernails were digging in to the skin on his back but he didn’t even seem to notice as he picked up speed, slamming in to me one final time. “Fuck yes.” He rolled off of me, collapsing beside me in bed. “Oh Avery.”
“Oh Pete.” I responded, tingling from head to toe.
He didn’t say anything and I looked over, concerned as I saw that he was frowning. Oh fuck, was I not good? Fuck, no. It was good for me.
“You didn’t cum.” Pete commented, and I realized why he was frowning.
“I- it felt good.” I’d never actually cum before.
“Not good enough evidently.” I watched as he slid the condom off, and I inwardly cursed myself. I hadn’t even paid attention and that was very, very important! I did not need an STD of some sort. I had to make sure that condoms were always used.
“It was amazing.” I leaned over, kissing Pete on the cheek.
“Next time I won’t stop until I make you cum.” He promised.
“Next time?” I wouldn’t mind a next time.
“Yeah…” Pete looked around. “I have this hotel room until next Tuesday.”
And?
At my confused expression Pete continued, “What would be your rate until next Tuesday Avery?”
Oh.
“I-“ I bit my lip, quite shocked. Would I be staying with him until next Tuesday then? Could I manage staying with one guy for that long? What if I bored him? “I need 1700 a night.” I finally spit out.
“So, 10,200?” Pete asked, watching me.
“Yes.” Would he even go for it? That would be almost half of what Patrick owed!
“Okay.” Pete nodded.
Okay? “Go shower.” Pete smiled, “I obviously need to call the bank so that I can set up a pick up time for that amount of cash. Banks… they are always so nosy.” He joked.
I stood up awkwardly, not saying anything. I wasn’t sure as to what I should say. Until next Tuesday? My body was still tingling as I started the water, making it as hot as I could handle.
I was quick to get under the water, savoring the feel of the heat against my skin. There was a bar of soap, which I picked up for instant use. I vigorously cleaned, wondering how I would fare for six days with Pete. He was a stranger that was paying me to sleep with him for six days. I wouldn’t even be able to sleep alone. Then again after all that had happened… I didn’t really want to sleep alone. I really needed to cry over everything that had happened though, and around Pete I couldn’t… not really. It would be difficult. At the same time I had gotten off so easily.
I wouldn’t have to worry about multiple sex partners for six days. Well, unless that’s what Pete had in mind… but still, I wouldn’t have to awkwardly proposition different men for the next six days. That would be nice. Suggestive selling was not my area of expertise.
I let out a cry of surprise as the shower curtain was brushed to the side. Pete stepped in behind me, grinning. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“Why do you have to pay for sex?” I blurted the question out, horrifying myself.
I wanted to know though.
His sex was great, and seemingly normal… So, it wasn’t any intense kink… That I knew of yet. Did he have an STD? Was he married?
Pete laughed, “I don’t have to… and I don’t do it often, but when I do it’s because I see a pretty girl like yourself and I just can’t keep my filthy hands to myself.”
That was sweet, and utter bullshit.
“You aren’t buying it, are you?” Pete asked, grinning crookedly.
I shook my head, watching him. The water ran over us, warming us.
“Well, I had to try… and it is a little true. I do find you very attractive, and that is why I stopped. Usually it’s because I don’t want to have to go through the pain of meeting someone, and dating them for however long it takes- sometimes it’s nice to just fuck, no strings attached.”
“The strings would be the 10,200 though.”
“Clever girl.” Pete grinned, “Those are strings I can work with.”
“So, what are you… like some business man?” I didn’t see it. “Rich kid, living off your parents?”
Pete’s amusement simply grew, “Something like that.” He didn’t elaborate, as he took the soap from me. I bit my lip as he began lathering my body with soap.
Six days; I could do it.
Outside the air was cold and my nerves were on fire. Was I really going to do this? “Are you ready?” The disgusting voice startled me and I jumped in fright.
“Yes.”
“Good.” He yanked me towards the car that was waiting for him, as he quickly informed me of my new life. What about work? It didn’t matter anymore. Bills? I was more worried about Patrick’s life.
My quota for the night was 1700, and I made a cash drop no later than 9 am every single morning. No days off. Damn prostitutes were hard workers. And I hadn’t even started yet. The crappy motel I’d found the man in was the motel that all of the prostitutes used, with clients and to sleep in… unless they gave their spendy services overnight attention.
I would be lying if I said I wasn’t scared.
So when I was asked I just nodded, refusing to look at the wicked grin that had spread across my ‘pimp’s’ face.
**
My first night on the streets was cold, and though I was wearing a lot more clothing than the other girls… I was still getting attention from men. I had yet to learn how to talk to clients though, so my stuttered responses lost me money, and the men went in search of someone more confident.
That was until him.
He was much too attractive to be paying for a prostitute and it scared me, immensely. What were his kinks, and how bad were they… if he had to pay for a damn prostitute?
“Hi.” He pulled up beside me, flashing me an award winning grin.
“Hi.” I shyly responded, nervously waiting for him to move on.
I’d been turned down way too many times tonight.
When I was nervous… it made the men wanting to pay me for sex nervous. It really wasn’t a good combination.
“So, come here often?” He asked, amusement twinkling in his beautiful brown eyes.
“All the time.” I spit out, face burning in humiliation.
He laughed, “Liar.” He glanced around nervously, “How do you feel about a little conversation, in my car… away from the open street?”
That sounded creepy.
Without a word I quickly got in to his car, simply stunned that it had gotten this far. “Are you cold?” He asked, as I rubbed my arms.
“I am.” I admitted. The street was cold, the clients seeming unforgiving to awkward behavior. Would he even want me? Oh god, what if he was a cop or something? I was nervous. I’d never done this before, and I didn’t get much advice other than ‘go make me money bitch.’ I stole a glance at him as he drove. He looked so young and carefree, though I guess cops could be young and carefree too. Where were we going? He turned the heat on, rolling his window up. “Tell me if it gets too hot.”
“Thank you.” I mumbled, fully enjoying the warmth.
“The goose bumps lining your skin really are quite appealing though.” The man said, smiling. “I like to keep my girls warm.” His girls? So, he was a regular.
“Oh.” I sounded like an idiot. “So, you do this often.”
His brows furrowed in confusion but then he grinned, shaking his head. “Only a few times actually. I mean any girl, in general, that is with me.”
“Oh.” How many times could I say ‘oh’?
“You seem nervous.” He noted, pulling to the side of an empty road. I couldn’t see anyone, or any lights. “You’re new.” It was a comment, not a question.
“I am.” I replied, throat dry. Come on Avery, where has your bravery gone?
“How much?” His beautiful eyes burned in to mine, and I felt like he could see right through me.
Damn. How much? “For um, how long and for what?” I almost made that statement sound confident! I was a step closer to success. He was at least showing interest… and I could have done a lot worse. He was… so good looking, too damn good looking.
He glanced at the clock, displayed above the radio which was off. “What’s your hourly rate? Full sex. I want it all baby.”
Oh, damn. “I’ll do anything for an hourly rate of… 100 dollars?” Was that expensive? I wasn’t so sure.
He nodded, seemingly appreciatively. “I’ll pay up front for two hours, and then if it goes beyond that… we will deal with that then. How does that sound?”
“Perfect.” I smiled awkwardly, trying to gain some control in the situation.
He reached for his wallet, easily pulling it from his tight jeans. Two hundred dollars was easily handed over and I slipped it in to the bra I had picked up from home, after having left my other bra in the motel room. I had nowhere else to keep my money.
Without another word he pulled away from the side of the road and began driving. “Where are we going?” I finally asked, after fifteen minutes had passed.
“We are going to Bailey’s.” He responded, “It’s the hotel that I’m currently staying in.”
“Oh, so you aren’t from around here?”
He smiled, still watching the road. “I am but sometimes it’s nice to get a hotel room, just to relax and… have fun.”
“So, you rent the hotel room just so that you can get a prostitute?” I didn’t mean to sound so forward, as I tried to stay on his good side. I needed the money.
He just laughed, seemingly amused. “Exactly, though I think the way I put it sounds a little more charming.”
“It does.” I agreed, cracking a small smile.
“I like that.” He said, startled me. What did he like? He answered my unspoken question, “I like when you smile. How about if you smile and actually speak… I’ll double the hourly rate, and give you two hundred an hour?”
Wow. “Okay.”
He took a sharp turn and I gasped, causing him to laugh. “I can only imagine your reaction when you see me naked, if this is how you react to accidently brushing against me…” I could hear his smile.
I couldn’t help but smile in return, blushing. “I was just surprised.”
“Stay seated.” He said, opening his car door. It was dark, with not nearly enough lighting. Seconds later he appeared at the passenger’s side of the car, and he held the door open for me. “I’m glad to see you aren’t wearing heels.” He nodded towards me, “Sometimes the elevator is cramped and it’s hell going up stairs in heels.”
“It’s hell walking anywhere in heels.” I answered, blushing. Suddenly the dark didn’t seem so bad.
He laughed, “You’re right.”
The elevators weren’t crowded, and the music was as annoying as ever. I wrinkled my nose and he gave me a questioning glance, without actually saying anything. “The music.” I commented, shrugging.
He smiled again. It was really a very lovely smile.
“So, how old are you?” He asked, as we walked down the long hallway. The hotel he was staying at was huge, and very very beautiful. It was obviously quite spendy. Then again… if he was broke he probably wouldn’t be paying for a prostitute.
“I’m 21. What about you?” I glanced at the paintings lining the walls of the hallway. They were interesting, well some of them… others were quite boring yet still artistically portrayed, causing a surge of natural interest to be shown.
“21?” He grinned, “You’re just a baby.” He joked, before running his fingers through his dark hair. “I’m 28 sweetheart.”
“You’re only 7 years older.”
“7 years is a long time.” He stopped at a door and I stopped with him.
“Does my age throw your interest off?” I pretended to pout, finding that I was falling more comfortably in to my role. That wasn’t particularly a good thing though. I nervously bit my lip.
He breathed in sharply, “It most definitely does not. Now get your ass inside, before I fuck you in the hallway.”
Normally that would be somewhat frightening but he was still smiling, and I just knew… he was kidding, well kind of. Besides, the plan was to fuck anyway so it wasn’t like he was out of line.
The hotel room was huge, with a king sized bed. I glanced at the television, to the mini kitchen. It was… like a studio apartment. “Wow.” I muttered.
He smiled, “I know. I love this place. It’s just like being at home but someone else cleans for me.”
“It is nice.” I commented, glancing at him again. I couldn’t wait for him to initiate everything! I was the prostitute, not him. “So, um… how do you like to do this?” I whispered, hating myself for how nervous I sounded. I half expected him to tell me to leave at any moment. How did I ever think I’d be able to sell myself for sex? I failed horribly. It just wasn’t natural. I felt so fake doing it, like such a whore… which was what I was being. It wasn’t easy. It was for Patrick though.
“Do you drink?” He asked, searching my face for… for what? “I would personally like to start with a glass of champagne.”
“I- yes, sure.” How surprisingly nice.
He disappeared for a few moments, returning with two plastic cups and a bucket of ice. The bottle of champagne was hidden between his arms and side but he gingerly set it down once he had the cups and bucket of ice down. “I had the ice in the freezer because I hate going downstairs constantly.” He said, grinning. “Unfortunately the cups are a little childish but… I love champagne out of plastic cups. It’s memorable.”
I would definitely always remember it. As soon as he handed me my cup we tapped the plastic cups against each other and then I brought the cup to my lips, sighing in delight. It was quite delicious. “It’s yummy.” I sounded so much more elegant in my mind.
“It is yummy.” He grinned, amusement on his face. “I’d much prefer to taste you though.”
“What are you waiting for, a written invitation?” Oh god.
He didn’t say anything for a moment and I was afraid that I had overstepped my boundaries and made him mad. Right as I was about to apologize he smiled, “You’re right. I’m wasting valuable time not pleasing you.”
I licked my lips, nervously biting my bottom lip viciously. “What is your name?” The question completely caught me off guard and I actually had to think about it.
“After 21 years it escapes you?” He joked, searchingly gazing in to my eyes.
Should I lie? I should lie. “You don’t have to tell me.” He added, after a few moments. “I just figured maybe it would make you a little more comfortable. You can make one up, or you can just tell me to fuck off.”
I let out a small giggle and shook my head, “My name is Avery.”
“Avery.” He sounded it out, smiling. “Avery is a very pretty name.”
It really wasn’t but I appreciated the compliment. “I’m Pete.” Pete.
“Pete…” I smiled as I said his name. It was nice. Knowing his name made this a little nicer. It made me a little more confident, as I stepped forward closing the distance between us. Pete’s eyes widened in surprise as I reached up, running my fingers through his messy, soft hair. Seconds passed and then I pulled his head down so that I could attach my lips to his, savoring the taste of the champagne upon his lips. He did taste good.
Pete’s teeth gently caught my bottom lip and he bit, causing a moan to fall free. It felt so good when he did it. I would never be able to bite my lip again without thinking of tonight, and his sweet taste.
My fingers were rushed as they found the top button of his tight jeans, and it took a few tries before I was able to start unzipping his zipper. He stepped away for a moment, pulling his shirt off. I was graced with the appetizing sight of his toned upper body, which made me drool inwardly. Suddenly getting turned down by multiple men over the age of forty didn’t seem so bad.
I pulled his pants down, falling to my knees in the process. It was the most grace I’d ever shown, and I was thoroughly surprised that I didn’t fall with a thud. With a gentle tug on his boxers his partial erection was free, and I was gazing in wonder at his cock.
“Take off your shirt and bra.” Pete commanded, glancing down at me.
I obeyed immediately, pulling my shirt off much too quickly. The clasp on my bra got stuck but it wasn’t too long before I was pulling it off. The two hundred dollars fell free, since I’d forgotten about it. “Don’t worry about it right now.” Pete said, “Just focus on this baby.”
I tried, but it was hard to gain focus again. The money brought me back to why I was here, on my knees.
Pete was watching me, with obvious lust. The hot look he gave me made me feel hot and I stared up at him, running my tongue over my bottom lip and then my top, seductively teasing him.
His eyes widened, as he smiled. “You’re so sexy.”
The encouragement helped and as I leaned forward, tentatively licking the tip of his cock it didn’t feel so wrong anymore. I was just Avery, and he was just Pete and we were doing what two people generally did in motel rooms… I was just doing what people did together, and I was just saving my brother the only way I knew how.
I gently ran my tongue over the head of his cock, grasping the base with my hand. As my grip tightened I heard the moan escape his lips, and he thrust his hips forward, wanting more.
I still kept the pace slow, very slowly taking more of him in to my mouth as I swirled my tongue around his sensitive head. My eyes went up, keeping contact with his. This caused a louder moan to break free from him, as he showed his appreciation. “I can’t- oh no.” He hesitantly pulled away from me, pulling me to my feet in the process. “I’m not going to be able to wait to fuck you if you keep doing that.” He whispered huskily.
He looked away just long enough to unbutton my jeans, pulling them down as quickly as he had. I wasn’t wearing underwear so I was completely naked in front of him. He took several seconds to just stare before nodding, “You’re very, very beautiful.” He finally commented.
My mouth went dry. “I want you.” I blurted out, unceremoniously.
Pete grinned widely, “Don’t worry baby, I want you too and I’m going to fuck you.” He trailed his finger down my stomach, stopping before anything exciting happened. Fuck.
With a gentle push I was leaning against the bed and then as I rearranged I was actually on the bed, feeling extremely exposed as the cold air blew over my nipples, causing them to harden.
Pete crawled over me, making sure not to place too much weight on me. I felt goose bumps erupt everywhere on my skin as his lips found my nipple, and he softly sucked before biting. I moaned loudly, biting my lip as I arched forward, the sensitivity of each nipple enough to send me over the edge as one of his hands found my other nipple, and he began tweaking and twisting it between his thumb and middle finger.
I could feel the warmth growing, and I just wanted him inside of me. I wanted it so bad. “Please.” I moaned. He hadn’t even touched me, aside from my nipples… and I was on fire.
Pete’s lips found mine, “What do you want baby?” He asked, rubbing his erection against my thigh. I pressed up, rubbing against him.
“Please fuck me.” So, what if I liked sex? I felt so naughty asking him for it though. It was something I’d never done before.
“Gladly.” Pete answered, lining himself up.
His lips crashed upon mine once again, his tongue sliding against my bottom lip. I allowed him entrance, desperately needing to be filled… just as he sank in to me, quickly and completely filling me with him. It felt so fucking good.
His lips remained attached as he slowly withdrew himself, just to slam right back in. It was torture, absolute agony. I wanted more, and I wanted it harder. I wanted him. I wanted him badly.
Finally our lips broke apart and his body focused on slamming in to me, again and again. With each thrust I let out a cry of pleasure, gripping his shoulders with my hands. My fingernails were digging in to the skin on his back but he didn’t even seem to notice as he picked up speed, slamming in to me one final time. “Fuck yes.” He rolled off of me, collapsing beside me in bed. “Oh Avery.”
“Oh Pete.” I responded, tingling from head to toe.
He didn’t say anything and I looked over, concerned as I saw that he was frowning. Oh fuck, was I not good? Fuck, no. It was good for me.
“You didn’t cum.” Pete commented, and I realized why he was frowning.
“I- it felt good.” I’d never actually cum before.
“Not good enough evidently.” I watched as he slid the condom off, and I inwardly cursed myself. I hadn’t even paid attention and that was very, very important! I did not need an STD of some sort. I had to make sure that condoms were always used.
“It was amazing.” I leaned over, kissing Pete on the cheek.
“Next time I won’t stop until I make you cum.” He promised.
“Next time?” I wouldn’t mind a next time.
“Yeah…” Pete looked around. “I have this hotel room until next Tuesday.”
And?
At my confused expression Pete continued, “What would be your rate until next Tuesday Avery?”
Oh.
“I-“ I bit my lip, quite shocked. Would I be staying with him until next Tuesday then? Could I manage staying with one guy for that long? What if I bored him? “I need 1700 a night.” I finally spit out.
“So, 10,200?” Pete asked, watching me.
“Yes.” Would he even go for it? That would be almost half of what Patrick owed!
“Okay.” Pete nodded.
Okay? “Go shower.” Pete smiled, “I obviously need to call the bank so that I can set up a pick up time for that amount of cash. Banks… they are always so nosy.” He joked.
I stood up awkwardly, not saying anything. I wasn’t sure as to what I should say. Until next Tuesday? My body was still tingling as I started the water, making it as hot as I could handle.
I was quick to get under the water, savoring the feel of the heat against my skin. There was a bar of soap, which I picked up for instant use. I vigorously cleaned, wondering how I would fare for six days with Pete. He was a stranger that was paying me to sleep with him for six days. I wouldn’t even be able to sleep alone. Then again after all that had happened… I didn’t really want to sleep alone. I really needed to cry over everything that had happened though, and around Pete I couldn’t… not really. It would be difficult. At the same time I had gotten off so easily.
I wouldn’t have to worry about multiple sex partners for six days. Well, unless that’s what Pete had in mind… but still, I wouldn’t have to awkwardly proposition different men for the next six days. That would be nice. Suggestive selling was not my area of expertise.
I let out a cry of surprise as the shower curtain was brushed to the side. Pete stepped in behind me, grinning. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“Why do you have to pay for sex?” I blurted the question out, horrifying myself.
I wanted to know though.
His sex was great, and seemingly normal… So, it wasn’t any intense kink… That I knew of yet. Did he have an STD? Was he married?
Pete laughed, “I don’t have to… and I don’t do it often, but when I do it’s because I see a pretty girl like yourself and I just can’t keep my filthy hands to myself.”
That was sweet, and utter bullshit.
“You aren’t buying it, are you?” Pete asked, grinning crookedly.
I shook my head, watching him. The water ran over us, warming us.
“Well, I had to try… and it is a little true. I do find you very attractive, and that is why I stopped. Usually it’s because I don’t want to have to go through the pain of meeting someone, and dating them for however long it takes- sometimes it’s nice to just fuck, no strings attached.”
“The strings would be the 10,200 though.”
“Clever girl.” Pete grinned, “Those are strings I can work with.”
“So, what are you… like some business man?” I didn’t see it. “Rich kid, living off your parents?”
Pete’s amusement simply grew, “Something like that.” He didn’t elaborate, as he took the soap from me. I bit my lip as he began lathering my body with soap.
Six days; I could do it.
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