For the Night: Complete Box Set (29 page)

‘What about you, Ava?’ Trey asked, as his fingers
gently traced one of my nipples, making it pucker and peak. I bit my bottom lip
as I squirmed with pleasure again. ‘Did you ever feel like that about anyone?’

‘Once,’ I sighed.

‘Your husband?’ he asked.

‘No,’ I laughed. ‘My husband was a convenience. He
was never the love of my life and I doubt he ever will be. Though he’s kind
when I see him, I should be more grateful. He never treats me badly and buys me
lots of jewels.’

‘That’s treating you badly,’ snorted Logan.
‘Jewels are all well and good, but they don’t make up for lack of affection.
You say he was never the love of your life? You had one?’

‘I did,’ I nodded as I thought of Farrokh. I’d
grown up with him back in Iran, where the rest of my family still lived. ‘He
had the most amazing kind brown eyes and warm smile. He made me laugh every
day. I thought that we were to be engaged, but my father decided his family
didn’t have enough wealth to make him viable as a suitor, so he chose David for
me instead.’

‘Is he with someone else now, too?’ asked Logan,
as I stared up at the ceiling with some tears of sadness in my eyes.

‘I have no idea. His family moved soon after I
left for England.’

‘What was his name?’

‘Attar, Farrokh Attar,’ I nodded. I’d never forget
his name. I’d never forget him, or those butterflies that stirred in my stomach
just at the thought of him.

‘Ava Attar, it has a nice ring to it,’ Trey
confirmed with a kiss to my shoulder.

Logan

I felt sorry for her. It was obvious she was still
in love with this man from her past, her marriage to David having just been one
of convenience and monetary value to her family. It made me so angry that there
were still customs like that out there. What was wrong with falling in love and
marrying someone you were passionate about? Why did tradition and finances have
to play a role at all? I closed my eyes for a moment as I thought about her
words. “The woman who makes your heart stop, gives you the stomach butterflies
and you can think of no one but her.” I knew that I’d found her already; Summer
was that woman for me. I’d never experienced that weird sensation in my stomach
before her, the one I wouldn’t admit to having in case it made me seem weak.
I’d also never thought about a woman so much, not even Lucy who I’d dated for
six weeks, my longest relationship ever. One night with Summer had me whipped.
If only she felt the same about me. If only I didn’t do this damn job, that
ensured she’d
never
feel the same way about me.

I turned my attention back to Ava. I needed
something to take my mind off my inappropriate infatuation with that woman. I
moved my hand down Ava’s stomach and slowly grazed her mound. It was unusual
nowadays to find a woman with pubic hair, even a neat landing strip like hers
was. I slipped two fingers up inside her. She was still moist from my
attentions earlier and I smiled as she let out a soft cry. That smile turned to
a grimace as she reached down and grasped my rapidly swelling cock in her hand.
My sexual appetite was expanding exponentially the more I dreamed of Summer. I
was masturbating multiple times daily, so to feel the fingers of a woman I
didn’t find totally repulsive, curled around my shaft, was heady. I groaned and
parted my thighs as her hand moved up and down my cock and I gently finger
fucked her. Trey had lowered his head to her nipple and was pulling on it with
his teeth, while guiding her right hand around his hardened cock. His bounce
back speed was as impressive as mine. I leaned down and kissed her as I worked
my fingers inside her faster. I could feel her need to climax again building
inside her, the way her muscles were gripping my fingers, her arousal coating
them as she flexed her hips against me. The more I built her up, the harder she
gripped me, and I heard Trey let out a groan as he lifted his head from her
swollen bullet pointed breast.

‘Damn it, Ava. I need to be inside you now. Roll
onto your stomach,’ he ordered. I pulled my fingers out and put them into her
mouth for her to suck clean. The way she pulled on them had me longing for her
to suck my cock the same way. I rolled her over as Trey leapt up and went to
get a condom. I moved up the bed and lay on my back, parted my legs and she
settled between them, laying a trail of kisses up the inside of my thighs. She
started to kiss my heavy balls as Trey appeared and grabbed a pillow, which he
slid under her hips to angle her backside up in the air. I closed my eyes as
she wrapped her fists around my cock and licked my wet head, trying to imagine
it was Summer.

Trey

I kneeled on the floor and gripped her buttocks,
parting them to look at her soft pink clenched rear. If I had to choose a
favourite part on a woman, it would be the backside; so damn sexy when you saw
it in a pair of tight jeans, or a dress or skirt, even sexier with just a thong
splitting it, or naked, waiting for my attention. I lowered my head and licked
her wet slit. Logan had worked her up well; she was drenched again. I slurped
hungrily on her and heard her cries muffled by Logan’s cock in her mouth. She
tensed as I moved up, putting pressure on her perineum with my tongue, as I
slid two fingers inside her, hooking them to skim over her g-spot making her
relax again. I smiled and licked my lips. I loved the taste of her, sweet like
honey. What the fuck was wrong with her husband? He had to be gay to resist a
woman like this.

She squealed as I applied my tongue to circle her
ring. I’d warrant her prissy husband had never rimmed her. It wasn’t something
I’d ever seen Logan do either, in the few sessions we’d shared. I licked harder
and she started to tremble, but spread her thighs and thrust herself up against
my mouth. I groaned. I loved a woman who appreciated me tonguing her rear. It
was so damn hot. I removed my fingers, sucked my middle one clean and applied
my wet index finger, gently pushing and growling as I heard her high-pitched
cry as I breached her and delved deeply. Damn it if that didn’t make my cock
swell harder. I was going to have to fuck her soon, I needed to unload again.
Logan had warned me no anal sex unless she consented. I seriously hoped she
would later. I’d love to take this virgin rear of hers. I heard Logan groan and
looked over her arse cheeks to see he had his eyes closed, one arm flung across
his face, the other hand gently pushing the back of her head down onto him.

I quickly scrambled up and gripped her hips as I
kneeled on the bed behind her and thrust into her with a loud groan. She’d
rival some of the younger women I’d been with for tightness and that was even
after Logan had stretched her first. I was careful to show some restraint,
remembering Logan’s warning that while we weren’t here to make love to her
gently, neither were we here to fuck her hard, the way both of us preferred to
fuck. She was somewhere in the middle and while I was being paid, what the
client wanted, the client got. I made sure to move my hips, just how Logan had
shown me, to make sure I came at her from all angles, increasing her pleasure.
Before I started in this profession, sex was all about me, how hard I could
fuck, how fast I could come, how many blow jobs I could score.

I had never imagined I’d find taking my time and
giving a woman pleasure so enjoyable. The better I made it for her, the more
grateful she was and the more attention and care she paid to me. I was the
sexual equivalent of eBay. Money exchanged hands, I gave and received, offered
full protection and a cast iron guarantee to deliver in a timely fashion. She
released Logan from her mouth for a second to cry out, as I ploughed into her,
bringing us both to a fast climax, before she pulled him back in, to let him
release in her mouth. I pulled out and went to the bathroom to clean up, and
when I returned Logan had tucked her up in bed and was kissing her forehead. He
flicked his head to the lounge as he pulled up his boxers, followed me out and
closed the door as I pulled mine back on.

‘She needs to rest for a while, she’s not used to
multiple orgasms.’

‘I don’t get why, she’s a hell of a sexy woman.’

‘Agreed. No matter how sexy she may be, she’s the
wrong sex for her husband,’ he said quietly as he took a seat and pulled his
mobile out.

‘He’s gay?’ I asked, not totally surprised at the
revelation.

‘Yes, though she’s unaware of the fact. Her STD
tests were clear, I wouldn’t put you in danger. Will you order some room
service? I need a cheese, ham and potato omelette, coffee, more water and a
bowl of fruit. Order whatever you need as well and some soup, bread and butter
and a slice of cheesecake for Ava too. I have a call to make.’

‘Do you need some privacy?’ I asked.

‘No, but thanks for the offer,’ he nodded as he
lifted his phone to his ear. I picked up the main landline and ordered our
food.

Ava

I woke up to feel the heat
of someone’s breath and lips on my forehead and opened my eyes to see Logan
leaning over me.

‘Hey, how are you feeling?’

‘Pleasantly exhausted, thank you,’ I smiled.

‘I’ve got you your favourite soup, some bread and
butter and I heard that you had a thing for New York cheesecake.’

‘How do you know these things?’ I laughed as I sat
up and pulled the duvet up around my chest.

‘It’s my job,’ he grinned as he placed the tray on
my lap. ‘When you’ve eaten, we’re going to have a shower. It will wake you up
and get you ready for round two.’

‘How many rounds were you planning on?’ I
enquired, not sure how much strength I had left in me.

‘At least two, more if you’re still conscious,’ he
winked. ‘Are you feeling ok? We weren’t too rough with you?’

‘I’m great. You weren’t rough at all, it was …
hot.’

‘Even the anal play?’

‘Yes,’ I whispered as I blushed. ‘Is that wrong?’

‘Not if you enjoyed it, no. Trey’s a serious
bottom man. Me, I’m more about the breasts and clit.’

‘Then it seems I really struck lucky, getting the
combination of the two of you. You’re not eating?’

‘I’ve eaten, Trey’s just finishing up. Is that
enough for you?’

‘More than enough, thank you,’ I nodded, as I
tucked in. Having sex with Logan always worked up an appetite.

Logan led me by the hand into the bathroom before
dropping his boxers and turning on the rain shower. I stood below it and ran my
hands over my face and up through my hair, tugging out the ponytail band and
tossing it to the side. I felt his hands on my hips as he kissed my temple and
reached up for the expensive body wash, pouring some into his hands. I closed
my eyes and sighed as I felt him applying his lathered up hands to my
shoulders, his thumbs massaging deeply into the back of my shoulder blades. I
let out a moan as I felt another pair of hands on my collarbones and opened my
eyes to see Trey had joined us. He smiled at me, a dazzling melt-your-knickers
smile, except I wasn’t wearing any. How the hell had I ended up with these two
hot men paying such attention to me? Well I know I’d paid them, but even so,
what a combination. I’d warrant both would top the charts for dark and blond
haired men, not to mention their physiques. Trey had abs just as delicious as
Logan’s, though he was a bit bulkier with his enormous biceps and big rugby player’s
thighs. His best feature though, without a doubt, was those blue eyes. I could
drown in those lagoons. He started soaping up my breasts, as Logan reached
around to do my stomach. I felt giddy; the heat of the steam, four hands on me,
the sexual tension rising, all had me in a spin. I’d experienced both men’s
tongues, fingers and cocks already, yet I still craved more.
Could I manage
both at the same time?
I wondered. It seemed such a shame to have the
opportunity and to waste it. For now I gave into their slippery roving hands as
they massaged and kneaded.

I dreaded to think what I looked like, I must have
had mascara running down my face, but as Trey’s lips found mine and I felt his
erection tapping against my stomach, it didn’t appear to have dampened his
ardour at all. I reached out to grip his waist, then slipped my hands around
his slender hips to grasp his tight buttocks. They were like granite they were
so solid, yet his skin was smooth and soft. When I dug my fingers into them, he
mumbled something as he kissed me, clasping my face as Logan’s hands moved up
to squeeze my breasts, his erection rubbing against my backside and lower back.
They were getting me worked up again. I could feel myself lubricating
internally, my pussy swelling in anticipation as I tried to work out who was
going to have me first. I felt myself suddenly being spun around and Logan’s
lips replaced Trey’s, working me into a complete frenzy. Who the hell had
taught him to kiss like that? He backed me up until I felt Trey’s body behind
mine and his breath on my ear.

‘Have you ever had a cock buried deep in that
juicy pussy of yours, while someone sucks on your clit?’ Trey murmured as he
nibbled on my ear.

‘No,’ I whimpered as Logan kissed my neck on the
other side and ground his erection against my stomach.

‘Then spread your legs because we’re about to make
that happen. My cock, Logan’s tongue, two sets of pleasure down there, while I
tug on these pert nipples of yours,’ he advised, as he gently pinched them.
Logan stepped back and I did as I was told and felt Trey angling himself,
parting me to nestle at my desperate opening. It didn’t matter that I’d had sex
not a few hours ago. I felt like I hadn’t had it at all, my body was that
desperate. Years of affection and attention being withheld made me hyperaware
and sensitive to any sexual stimulus at all.

‘Ah,’ I groaned as Trey slid into me in one quick
move, gripping my hips. I kept my eyes on Logan, who stood in the pouring water
in front of me, wiping the water and his hair out of his eyes with both palms,
droplets of water following the groove in the centre of his delicious abs and
running all the way down to that perfect cock of his. It was so straight, no
hint of a curve at all. It disappeared out of sight, as did Logan’s face as he
dropped to his knees in front of me and I gasped again as Trey powered into me
from behind, occasionally lifting me up onto my tiptoes with the force of his
thrusts. I knew he was holding back though, just as Logan always did. I
couldn’t handle hard and fast, Logan had tried once and it had been too much.
‘O God,’ I cried.
That
wasn’t too much however, a tongue flicking at my
clit as Trey’s cock slid in and out of me was just perfect. I looked down to
see Logan palming my thighs, his face buried at the apex as he circled my
tender clit with the tip of his tongue. I felt like I was on fire, the heat
being generated by the two of them working on me at once was incredible.

‘You feel so amazing, Ava,’ Trey groaned in my
ear. ‘How does it feel for you? Is it as good as you imagined?’

‘Better,’ I sighed as I ran my fingers through
Logan’s hair. ‘
So
much better.’

I wasn’t sure regular sex would ever compare to
this now. How could one man ever pay me as much attention as these two men
currently were? David couldn’t even give me an orgasm on his own. I was totally
ruined, then again I’d been ruined from the moment I had sex with Logan all
that time ago. It was like I’d been living with glasses on that blurred my
vision; one climax with him had removed them and made me see things how they
were, how they could be. I had twenty-twenty vision now and I wasn’t sure I
could ever go back. I moaned and tightened my fingers in his hair as he gently
held my clit between his teeth as he tongued it, Trey’s shaft rubbing all those
sensitive nerves around my opening and my legs began to tremble.

‘That’s it, you’re so close, come for us, Ava,’
Trey ordered, his voice having taken on a husky tone. ‘Come for us again.’

‘Trey I … O God, ah …
Logan,
’ I whimpered
as my body started to tense.

‘Ava, come,’ Logan growled, his voice vibrating
against my clit, causing my mouth to contract and release involuntarily. Trey
gripped even harder and started to move faster as he grunted in my ear. I
screamed as my body gave in to a powerful orgasm. I’d have collapsed in a heap
if it wasn’t for Trey holding me up. I felt him flex inside me and he groaned
as he came. I hung my head with my eyes closed. I’d barely moved at all, but I
felt drained. I wasn’t used to so many orgasms. I felt my chin being tipped up
and looked through half-open eyes to see Logan’s handsome face. ‘You need to
sleep for a while, no arguing.’

‘I’m fine,’ I protested, my voice shaking along
with my body.

‘No, you’re not. Hard orgasms like that take it
out of you. Have a sleep, we have hours yet, we’ll make it up to you when
you’re rested.’ He walked out of the shower and grabbed a large towel, holding
it open and Trey walked me into it, letting Logan swaddle me before he bent
down and scooped me up into his arms.

‘Logan,’ I sighed as I looked up at him. He
carried me so effortlessly, I felt like I was precious to him. I knew I wasn’t,
but even so he always did more than I expected of him. He really was a decent
man. He sat me on the bed and Trey handed him two towels, one of which he
wrapped around his waist, the other he used to towel dry my hair for me. Trey
returned with a case with my toiletries in, which made me smile. I’d changed my
eye makeup remover, due to an adverse reaction to my previous one, yet Logan
knew. My current one was in the kit and I cleaned up my face while Logan
fetched me some water, then tucked me up in bed. Trey disappeared into the
lounge and Logan stood up, making to leave. ‘Don’t go, sit with me for a
while?’ I asked.

‘If you’re scared of the dark I can leave a light
on,’ he smiled.

‘Not scared, no. I’m just so used to going to
sleep alone, it’s nice to know someone’s close.’

‘Sure,’ he nodded and lay down on top of the bed
next to me. ‘Would you like me to read you a bedtime story?’ he asked and I laughed
as his lips twitched, trying to contain his laughter.

‘Only when you’ve ordered me my bedtime hot
chocolate.’

‘I’m sure that can be arranged. Thank God you
didn’t call me Daddy, or that would have freaked me out.’

‘You’re not into that sort of role play?’ I asked
as I snuggled into the pillow. I was fascinated by him. He seemed too nice to
be doing this job. I know I was paying him to be nice, but something just told
me that he actually was; this wasn’t an act. The sex side of it was, even
though he made me come so well, kissed me just as well and knew exactly where
to touch my body. I could feel he was holding back, not giving himself fully.
Thank God he didn’t either, he might kill me if he went all out.

‘No, if a woman called me Daddy during sex it
would make my cock deflate immediately.’

‘Now I know what to say when it gets too much,’ I
laughed. I stifled a yawn. I didn’t want to sleep. I wanted to know more about
him. I wasn’t in love with him, he was far too young for my permanent tastes.
He just really intrigued me.

‘I think it’s already got too much. Close your
eyes for me.’

‘It’s relaxing hearing you talk.’

‘Then I’ll talk quietly while your eyes are
closed, please.’ He gave me a look, a look that clearly said non-compliance
wasn’t an option, so I did as I was told with another yawn. ‘I’d like you to
sleep for a few hours. Will you want some food when you wake up?’

‘Only if you make me sleep through until breakfast
time.’

‘How about I wake you up just before breakfast
time and make you even hungrier?’

‘Hmmm,’ I smiled.

‘If you wake up earlier and you want either of us,
you let us know, ok?’ he whispered and I felt his lips on my forehead.

‘Ok,’ I yawned and kept quiet as I listened to him
telling me all about healthy eating and physical exercises.