Living in Sin (The Escort Series) (21 page)

Pulling away slowly, she lets go of my head, and I slip two fingers inside of her soaking wet pussy. Using my thumb, I caress her swollen clit gently while my fingers curve up inside of her. She begins writhing on the couch, her hands gripping the couch cushions while her head is thrown back in pleasure. I remove my thumb and replace it with my tongue. I lick and finger fuck her until she’s about to come, but I stop. I hear her groan in frustration, but I’m determined to make her beg for more.

I stand up and remove my shoes and shirt, and she does the same while still lying on the couch. Unfortunately the couch isn’t big enough for what I want to do, but I’ll improvise. I extend my hand to her and pull her to a standing position. As soon as she’s standing, I lift her up and her legs instantly wrap around my waist. I carry her to the large, sturdy desk, and push the papers to the floor before setting her on top of it.

Before I’m about to slide into her, I realize I don’t have a condom on. Luckily Troy had an idea to put a bowl of condoms in each bathroom at the club, to promote safe sex, and I think he has some in the drawer of the desk. I lean over and open the drawer and pull one out. She lifts an eyebrow when she sees it.

“Troy’s,” I say with a shrug.

Once I have it on, I lift her legs until her feet are planted on the desk, and she’s spread wide for me. She leans back on her hands, and I maneuver the tip of my dick at her entrance, pushing in slowly, then withdrawing. I see her trying to inch her way closer to me, but because she’s sitting on the edge of the desk, she can’t go too far.

I enter her again slowly, but don’t go all the way in. While my head rests just inside her, I reach down and stroke my dick while she watches. She bites her lip and moans in both pleasure and frustration.

“Please, Jace,” she whines.

“Please what? What is it that you want, Adrienne?”

She groans and tries pushing herself onto me. I remove myself completely, but move my fingers to her pussy, and rub circles on her clit.

“Jace,” she cries out.

“Say it, Adrienne. Tell me what you want.”

“I want…I want you. I want you to fuck me, please! Just fuck me.”

I slide in, thrusting into her in long, slow strokes, watching my dick disappear into her warm, wet pussy. When I can’t control myself any longer, I push her onto her back across the desk, crawl in between her legs, and bury myself deep inside once again.

Lifting her left leg, I cross it over and lay it near her right leg, causing her body to be partially on her back and partially on her side. In this position, her ass is visible to me, and I can watch it shake as I plunge inside her with hard thrusts.

I smack her ass a few times, evoking cries of bliss as she grips the edge of the desk. When I realize that my movements have caused us both to be on the brink of falling off the desk. I pull out and stand us both on the floor in front of the desk. I turn her around, and bend her over the dark wood. She automatically lifts one leg and rests her knee on the desk, giving me a perfect view.

He submerges himself in me fast and hard from behind and I let out a throaty grunt. He’s so fucking big, but God does it feel so fucking good. His right hand is on my hip while his left hand is on my ass, spreading me open.

I feel his chest graze my back and then his breath is on my neck. I feel his kisses first, and then a small bite on the side of my neck that causes my body to break out in goose bumps.

“Is this what you’ve been wanting, Adrienne?” he asks in a deep, husky voice.

“Yes,” I pant out.

“Have you missed this dick?” he asks before licking my neck.

“Mmm,” I moan.

“Have you?” he demands, stopping his movements.

“Yes! I’ve missed it.”

“You can have it anytime you want. Just don’t disappear on me. Got it?”

“Yes, please don’t stop!” I cry.

He pulls my leg down, and spreads them apart while I’m still lying across the desk. His hand reaches around and begins playing with my clit while steady immersing himself in me. The pressure is building.

His other hand comes and rests right in between my shoulder and neck, his fingers lightly grazing my throat. I move his hand until it’s completely on my throat and he tightens his grip just slightly. I’m shocked to realize how much it turns me on.

With his hand lightly around my throat, his other hand rubbing my clit vigorously, and his large cock pounding into me, I come like I’ve never come before.

“Aaah, fuck! Jace! Oh my god. Yes!” My words are loud and guttural.

“Oh yeah, baby. Fuck yeah,” he grunts from behind me.

He lets go of my throat and removes his fingers from my clit once I’m done coming, and grips my waist and lifts me up until I’m on all fours on the desk. I thank God for Jace’s height and the height of the desk as he fucks me hard and fast while I hold on for dear life. A few minutes later, his grasp tightens and he comes, his dick throbbing inside of me. Holy shit.

After we throw some clothes on, we both go to the bathroom to freshen up. My hair is all kinds of fucked up, my makeup is smeared and partially sweated off. Thankfully, I always bring some makeup with me in my purse, so I was able to make myself look decent. However, my hair ends up being wrapped up in a bun, because there’s no helping that.

Now as I walk back to the office, my pussy is aching, and my legs are wobbly, but I have a huge smile on my face. I don’t know why I’ve been so stupid as to let seeing Jace with other girls bother me. He’s been single, of course he’s going to be with other women, and I wasn’t with him, so why should I care? Well, nothing is going to stop me from being with him now.

I walk into the office and Jace is picking up the papers from the floor, putting them back on the desk.

“Let me help,” I say as I round the desk and start collecting papers. “I hope nothing got messed up.”

“I’m not worried about it,” he says, looking up and giving me a smile.

Once the papers are all put away, he drops into the chair behind the desk and pats his knee. I grin and happily go sit on his lap.

“As much fun as this was, I feel like I need to take you on a proper date,” he says.

“We’ve been on a date before.”

“No. The first time was because you wanted your phone, not because you willingly wanted to go out with me. The second time was as
friends.”
He says friends like it disgusts him.

“Okay, you’re right.”

“I know,” he says with a smile.

“Whatever,” I say with a laugh. “So, what does a proper date consist of?”

“What would you like to do?”

“It doesn’t matter to me,” I respond.

“That’s not helpful. Are you a dinner and a movie type girl, or a picnic in the park type girl, or a stay indoors, preferably in the bedroom type girl?” he asks with a roguish smile.

“Any of those work for me,” I respond.

“What about something you haven’t done before? Is there anything you want to do that you haven’t?”

“There’s tons of things I want to do but haven’t, but those aren’t really date type things.”

“Well, tell them to me anyway,” he says as he runs his hand up and down my thigh.

“I’d like to leave Las Vegas. Not forever, but I’ve never been anywhere else, so seeing something new would be nice. I’d like to go snorkeling; I’d like to have dinner outside at night under the stars. Oh, and go on a treasure hunt. I know that probably sounds lame, but I’ve always wanted to do it.”

“A treasure hunt, huh?” he asks with a small laugh.

“Hey! No judging,” I say, playfully shoving him.

“I’m not. That’s a good little bucket list.”

“So what’s yours?” I ask.

“My bucket list?”

I nod in response.

“Haven’t really thought about it before.”

“Come on. There has to be something you haven’t done.”

“Well, I’ve been out of Vegas, and I’ve been snorkeling. I haven’t done a treasure hunt, so I’ll say that,” he says with a smirk.

“You suck.”

“No, but you do, and very good,” he says, bringing his mouth to mine and giving me a couple of kisses.

Deciding to not comment on my sucking capabilities, I go back to our previous topic.

“I’ll give you some time, but I want you to tell me a few things that you’d like to do, too.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he responds. “So when are you going to be free for a date?”

“Well, since I go back to work tomorrow, probably not till next weekend. Does that work?”

“That’s perfect actually. It gives me time to figure out what we’re gonna do.”

“Great. So it’s a date then.”

“Definitely.”

I look at the clock on his wall, and realize I was supposed to meet Emilie thirty minutes ago.

“I gotta go,” I say as I jump off his lap.

“What’s wrong?” he asks.

“Oh nothing. I just forgot I was supposed to meet Emilie. I left all my stuff in the car, because I was just planning on dropping off some papers and leaving. My phone’s in the car and I’m sure she’s been blowing it up.”

“Well, I’m glad you stuck around after dropping off the papers,” he replies.

“Me too,” I respond with a smile. “I’ll text you later, okay?”

“Sounds good.”

He stands up, gives me a kiss, and then spanks me as I walk away. I turn and playfully scowl at him. I hear him chuckle as I walk down the hallway.

When I got to my car, I texted Em, ignoring all her texts that were cussing me out, and told her to just meet me at home. So now I’m getting ready to walk into my apartment building, and hoping she isn’t too mad. I’m confident once she hears my reason for being late, she’ll be fine.

As I round the corner that leads down the hall to my door, I see Em leaning against my door with her arms crossed at her chest.

“What the hell happened? You better have a good fucking excuse for just leaving me hanging like that. I called and called. I texted you a million times and you just ignored me. So what is it?” she rambles, not letting me get a word in edgewise.

“I fucked Jace,” I blurt out, hoping to shut her up.

She blanches, her jaw drops and her eyebrows shoot up into her hairline. “What? Who? What?” she exclaims.

“Yeah, that’s right. Let’s go inside please,” I say as I push her away from the door and open it.

“Start from the beginning. How did this happen?” she asks as she throws her purse on my table and moves to the couch.

I go over the entire story with her, starting from how I thought I was just dropping papers off to Troy, to eating with Jace, and then to working up the nerve to making my move. She gasps, laughs, exclaims, begs for details, and then finally leaves me alone to go use the bathroom.

“So what does this mean?” she asks as soon as she steps into the room.

“What do you mean?”

“Are y’all like in a relationship now?”

“I don’t know…I think. I really don’t know.”

“How do you not know?” she asks, bewilderingly.

“He did say for me not to disappear on him. That means he wants me around, right?”

“I think that means he wants to know where your ass is. You can’t talk to him one night and then not talk to him for weeks. You said he’s planning a date now, right? I think that’s your answer right there, but if you need more clarification, just talk to him about it.”

“Yeah, I’m gonna text him later anyway.”

“Good.”

“So what have you been up to?” I ask.

“You mean before I was stood up? Oh, I was out with someone,” she says slyly.

“Who is this
someone
?” I ask, instantly curious.

“Uhhh…”

“Emilie Mae! You better not even think about keeping this from me, knowing damn well I always tell you everything!”

“Okay, okay. Chill. I just don’t really know what it is yet.”

“Uh huh, go on.”

“I was out with Troy,” she says, biting her fingernail.

“Troy?” I squeal.

“Yeah,” she drags out.

“What’s goin’ on there?”

“Well, I spent some time talking to him at the wedding.”

“Was he the one in the janitor’s closet with you?” I screech.

“Yeah,” she answers shyly.

“Y’all have been talking since then and you haven’t told me?”