Tease (11 page)

I
may
have purposely hidden in my room until after Mia had gone. As soon as I heard the front door close, I jumped up and ran for the bathroom. I’d been holding back the urge to piss for the last hour. Ah, relief.

I walked through to the laundry, and noticed Mia had hung all the clothes on the drying rack. Grabbing a pair of jeans and a shirt, I threw them in the dryer.

On the way back to my bedroom, I filled a mug with coffee from the fresh pot Mia had put on. Taking a sip, I sighed. Coffee. I’d need a lot of that today.

My phone vibrated. I grabbed it off my dresser in my room. It was a message from Beth.

Hypothetically speaking, would you be free today around one?

I ran over my day in my head. I’d wanted to visit Mom, and I had an appointment at six. If I got my ass into gear, I could do one.
I texted back.

I can spare a few hours. Where?

She texted me the address of a theater downtown, in front of which I was to meet her.
My brow furrowed in confusion. I didn’t know what she had planned, but I could deal with that later. Throwing on some clean boxers, I grabbed my phone and wallet, and went back to the living room. I had to wait for my clothes to dry, so I decided to cook myself breakfast.

Yeah, I know. I’m not a cook, but hell, I was feeling capable today.

From the fridge I took two eggs and the bread. I put a frying pan onto the flame and sliced two thick pieces of bread. I shoved them into the toaster. Once the pan was hot enough, I cracked the eggs. They sizzled as they touched the heat. The dryer had finished, so I went to check on my clothes. Opening the dryer door, I reached in and collected my clothes. They were toasty warm. I slipped on my jeans, and pulled the shirt over my head.

Beep! Beep!

What the fuck was that?
Oh shit, the smoke alarm.

I bolted back into the kitchen and saw the fry pan was on fire. Smoke was billowing everywhere. I turned on the faucet and grabbed the handle using a dishtowel and carefully carrying it over, dumping it in the sink. Steam exploded as the fire extinguished, the remnants of my eggs floating toward the drain.

I sighed and checked the toaster. At least they were okay. Fifty percent was a pass, right?

After my disastrous cooking attempt, I stopped for a breakfast burrito on the way to see Mom. Loaded up with her flowers and a box of chocolates, I entered the code and waited for the doors to open.

“Hey, Luce,” I said, approaching the desk to sign in. “How’s things?”

“Liam.” She smiled, her blue eyes lighting up. “Good. I’m good. How are you? I swear you look hotter every time I see you.” She shook her head.

I chuckled. “How’s Mom today?”

“She’s a little disorientated today. Maybe don’t stay too long?” she suggested gently.

I nodded, gripping the stems of the flowers as I tried to prepare myself mentally.

My heart raced as I walked toward her room. When Mom didn’t recognize me at all, it was hard, and not something I enjoyed. Even worse was when she mistook me for my father, which happened often.

I turned into her room. The door was open and she lay in bed, staring at the wall.

“Hey Mom,” I said softly, setting the lilies aside. I sat down on the chair beside her bed and kissed her hand.

She glanced at me, her eyes confused as she fought to remember who I was. My heart sank. Her memory seemed to be getting worse, which was making me begin to question the treatment. The last thing I wanted was her suffering.

“How have you been?” I asked softly. She stared through me as though I wasn’t even there. “Mom?” I said gently, touching her shoulder.

She turned to me, her eyes searching mine. “You shouldn’t be in here. If you get caught, they’ll lock you away,” she whispered, her voice worried.

I stood up and touched her hand. “Love you, Mom,” I said as I walked out. When she was that bad, it was best for her if I left her alone. It could have been more upsetting and confusing for her if I were to stay. That was the last thing I wanted.
upsetting
and confusing for her if I stay, and that was the last thing I wanted.

I left
Childerdale
and made my way over the other side of town to meet Beth. It was an overcast and stormy day, which kind of suited my current mood. I hoped some time with Beth would change that.

When I approached the theater, Beth was already standing out front, waiting for me.

“Hey, Coop.” She waved at me, her face beaming.

“What are we going here, Beth?” I asked suspiciously. The message to meet her at the theatre on
Seventh
had thrown me a little. Sure, my clients sometimes liked things other than sex, but not Beth, and generally
as a rule,
not in public. Besides, if Beth just wanted to hang out she would’ve said so.

That, and one photo in a magazine and I’d have a
lot
of explaining to do.

“What? I just wanted to see a movie.” She shrugged innocently, and had it not been for that evil little sparkle in her eyes, I might have believed it. But then again, I knew her well enough to know that nothing was
ever
as it seemed.

“So I’m just supposed to believe you had the sudden urge to see a movie and you’re paying me to see it with you?” I chuckled.

She made a face at me, her eyes dancing. She knew as well as I did that if she wanted to see a movie with me, she didn’t have to pay me. But we had a deal: anything related to sex, and it was on the books.

Exactly
how
this related to sex, I was nervous to find out.

“There’s a few people here, huh?” she said devilishly, her grin widening.

I glanced around the semi-crowded theater and shrugged. We sat in the back row, alone. There were maybe thirty people there besides us.

“I guess.” I said slowly.

“Did you know I’m not wearing panties?” she whispered in my ear as she sucked on my earlobe.

So
that’s
what we were doing here.

I sighed with relief as the lights dimmed and the movie started. Hell, I didn’t even know what we were seeing. I was too focused on my rock-hard dick.

“Do you ever wear panties?” I shot back, chuckling.

I put my hand on her thigh, my fingers working their way under her loose, flowing,
ice
-blue dress. She breathed in as my fingers ran along the length of her bare pussy. She wore the black bob wig again today, though she had foregone the oversized sunglasses.

“I want my mouth on those wet lips, Beth, but you have to be quiet, okay? Can you handle that?” I asked, my finger entering her.

She tensed and nodded violently, incapable of stringing words together for a reply.

On my knees, I lifted her dress as she positioned her legs over the arms of her chair. She clapped her hand over her mouth to stifle a moan as I ran my tongue along the length of her wet pussy, well aware of the couple sitting directly in front of us in the next row.

Shh
, I mouthed to her, and she nodded, her eyes wide.

Her knees locked against the sides of my head as I worked my tongue back inside her. Slipping my hand under her ass, I lifted her pussy higher to give me better access. I began to suck her clit, trying my best to do so quietly. Glancing up, I saw she was biting her arm. I chuckled. As hard as it was for me to do this quietly, it was ten times harder for her.

“Oh,” she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper, as my tongue moved in and out of her. Her hands ran furiously through my hair as she arched her back, pushing herself further onto my tongue. Her foot began to pound on my shoulder as I circled her clit, her taste and her smell engulfing me.

“Oh!” she cried, this time louder. She squeezed her eyes shut and bit down on her lip as she came, hard. I gently licked the length of her pussy over and over until she pushed me away, too sensitive to handle any more.

“Was that okay?” I whispered, getting back into my seat.

Her expression said it all.

Chuckling, I leaned over, my lips meeting hers. “Can you taste how sweet you are?” I muttered as her tongue wrapped around mine.

“Holy shit, Coop,” she breathed, looking at me in awe. “Come on.” She jumped up, and moved along the empty seats until she stood at the exit to the theatre.

I quickly moved to follow her. “I thought you wanted to see a movie,” I smirked.

She rolled her eyes. “You know I had no intention of sitting through that,” she giggled. “So, that was fun, huh?” She grinned at me.

I nodded, running my tongue over my lips. “I think the word is hot.”

“Do you wanna get a drink? If you’re not too busy.” She looked at me hopefully.

I nodded. “Sure. How about there?” I pointed to a diner across the road.

We walked across the road and sat down in the near-deserted diner. The waitress came over and we ordered milkshakes, both chocolate.

“Thanks for that, Coop. That has kind of been something I’ve been wanting to do for awhile.” She giggled, her cheeks flushing red.

“The pleasure was all mine. You know how much I love your pussy,” I murmured, my eyes on hers.

She glanced down, almost embarrassed, which was so unlike her.

The waitress came back with our drinks.

“How come I’ve never been to your house?” Beth piped up.

“Um, I don’t know,” I replied, surprised. None of my clients came to my house. But then Beth was a
friend,
too, so maybe it
was
strange she’d never been to my home.

“Maybe we could catch up over the weekend? Just as friends,” she added quickly, a blush creeping across her cheeks.

“Now is not a good time. I kind of have someone staying with me, and explaining you would be impossible.” I could just imagine Mia’s reaction to having a triple-platinum nineteen-year-old singer hanging out at my place.

Beth stared at me curiously, her expression breaking into a smile. “It’s a chick, and you like her!” she announced.

“I don’t
like
her,” I argued. “We’re friends.”

“Friends, my ass,” Beth giggled. “This is great! Coop has a girlfriend,” she sang, waving her hands around like a two-year-old hyped up on sugar.

“
Shhhh
! I
don’t
have a fucking girlfriend,” I growled, embarrassed.

“But you wish she was, don’t you?” Beth raised her eyebrows.

I shook my head, even though there was no point denying it. “It doesn’t matter, ‘cause it’s never going to happen,” I replied. “I’m an escort. How do I work
that
into the conversation?”

“Tel her how you feel. If she feels the same way, you never know, she might be understanding.”

I stared at Beth like she’d grown a second head. “Understanding? If she were the escort, and I was in love with her I sure as hell wouldn’t be understanding about her fucking other men.”

“You love her?” Beth looked at me like she would a little puppy.

“I didn’t say that,” I grumbled. I had convinced myself I didn’t know her well enough to be falling in love with her. Three years, twelve years ago hardly counts, right? Besides, Mia had made it pretty clear she wasn’t ready for anything serious.

“Coop. If you like her, you
gotta
tell her. If it came down to doing this, or falling in love, you’re telling me you’d stick with this?” she looked at me skeptically.

“It’s not that easy, Beth. I can’t give this job up, because this is what pays for Mom’s treatment. How can I do that to my own mother?”

Beth was quiet for a moment as she processed what I’d told her. Finally, she nodded. “I get that, Coop. If I was in your situation, I’d do whatever I could to help my mom.” She sighed and shook her head. “This sucks.”

I chuckled. “That it does. But it could be worse. I could have
Entertainment Tonight
reporting I’m bi-curious.”

“Seriously? Where the fuck do they get their info?” Beth groaned.

“Well obviously they make it up,” I smirked, standing up. “Anyway, I have to go. Duty calls.” She waved me off as I walked to the exit.

I felt surprisingly calm as I approached the penthouse on the twentieth floor for the second time in ten days. I thought back to the last time I’d been there and wondered what they had in store for me. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t the slightest bit turned on at the idea of Ben sucking my cock again.

I approached the room and rapped gently on the door. The door opened. Brittany stood there, smiling at me. Holy fuck. She looked unbelievable in what appeared to be a private schoolgirl
uniform,
complete with knee-high socks and a plaid skirt so short it could pass as a belt.

“Hello,” I murmured softly, my gaze moving slowly over her body.

“Come in.” She grinned, stepping aside.

I saw Ben sitting casually on the end of the bed. I turned my attention back to Brittany.

She moved over to me, her lips curving into a smile. “It’s nice to see you again, Coop. We both missed you.”

“Really? How much did you miss me?” I whispered as my fingers ran along the inside of her thigh. She gasped and threw her head back, her knees almost buckling at my touch. I leaned in and kissed
her,
well aware that Ben’s eyes were on us. My lips touched hers as my fingers continued to explore her inner thigh. She moaned softly.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Ben move toward us. “So what’s this?” I flicked her little skirt.

“There’s only one fantasy more erotic than being fucked by a teacher.” She smiled wickedly. “And that’s being fucked by two.”

Ben moved around behind, slowly massaging her breasts over her flimsy white shirt.

“Do you know why you’re in detention, Brittany?” He rasped as his tongue ran past her ear. He slapped her ass. Hard.

Fuck, I was getting hard just watching these two.

“Yes, sir, I was talking in class,” she replied innocently, her blue eyes wide.

“And you need to be taught a lesson in manners, don’t you?” Ben pushed her toward me. “Tell Mr. Cooper you’re sorry for interrupting his class.”

Brittany pouted at me. “I’m sorry,
Mr
Cooper.”

And just like that, I was in the role. I grabbed her arm firmly and steered her toward the bed.

“You need to show me you’re sorry, Brittany,” I replied sternly.

I unbuttoned my jeans and let them fall to the floor. I pushed them away with my foot as I unbuttoned my shirt, throwing it aside. Now naked, I sat on the edge of the bed with my cock springing straight out in front of me like a rod.

“On your knees,” I ordered her.

She obliged, kneeling down between my legs. She gazed up at me with her huge eyes before taking the tip of my cock in her mouth. I gripped hold of her ponytail, guiding my cock further in.

I moved up so I was fully on the bed, with Brittany on all fours, sucking on my cock. Ben appeared behind her, naked and erect. I wasn’t sure what I felt more aroused by—her sucking my dick, or him lifting her skirt and pulling her panties down, taking her from behind. I studied his expression, something inside me sparking alight. This was so…taboo.

Even after last week, the idea of being turned on by another guy was shocking yet incredibly arousing.

“Are you learning your lesson, Brittany?” Ben asked as he rocked back and forth faster and with more force.

She nodded, her eyes meeting mine.

“Fuck yeah,” Ben grunted.

Brittany released my dick from her mouth and straightened up, just before Ben climaxed.

“What the fuck?” he growled as he doubled over, trying to catch his breath.

“Don’t you wanna watch me fuck Mr. Cooper?” she asked.

God, that voice. She played the innocent schoolgirl so well. No wonder this chick was a fucking actress. Ben slumped back on the bed, his dick still rock hard as he watched Brittany slowly unbutton her shirt. Without a word, she took it off, throwing it down beside the bed. Then she reached behind her back and unclipped her bra, disposing of that too.

“Keep the skirt on,” Ben said gruffly, his hand curling around his cock. He began to slide his palm up and down the length of his girth. “Fuck him now. Facing me.”

Pushing her tiny skirt up, she straddled me, waiting as I slipped a condom over my rock-hard cock. “Oh yeah. God he feels so good,” she mumbled, rolling her nipples over her fingers as I slid myself inside her tight pussy.

Ben moved closer to us. He straightened up, kneeling on the bed in front of Brittany as she rode me. Did this turn him on, seeing me fuck his wife?

Because it sure as hell turned me on having him watch.

“Turn around,” he ordered her softly. She did, and now she was facing me. “I want him to watch as I finger you. I want him to watch me as I rub your clit.” Oh god. His hands moved toward her pussy as she grinded herself into me.

He dipped a finger inside of her, alongside my cock, his eyes firmly on me, making sure I was watching. As if I
wouldn’t
be watching. Brittany gasped as he began to rub her clit. A moan escaped from my mouth as his hand brushed past my cock.

“Do you like this, Brittany? Both of us fucking you?” he whispered in her ear.

“Yes,” she whimpered as she began to ride me faster.

“Move faster, Brittany,” he ordered, his finger slipping in and out of her with speed. I
thrusted
deep inside of her, my hands on her hips, pulling her toward me. “Make him come, Brittany. Milk his cock, you can do this,” he whispered in her ear.

Oh, god.

I groaned, the combination of the feel of her on me and the sound of his voice—his words incredibly arousing. I groaned again as I began to release inside of her.

“Yeah,” I gasped as I came, rocking her hips toward me and plunging deeper inside of her. I groaned again as I emptied.

Brittany whimpered as Ben’s fingers massaged her clit, his mouth on her neck as she began to come. “Yeah, oh that’s good,” she cried, pumping my dick as Ben’s fingers brought her to orgasm. “Oh yeah,” she breathed, her motion slowing down until she eventually stopped completely, lying back in Ben’s arms.

He lifted her off me, rolling her onto the bed, chuckling softly as he kissed her—lifting her up so she knelt on the bed, her ass in the air. Still hard, Ben slid his cock into her pussy as I lay there and watched. His eyes were on mine as he began to pound his length inside her, causing the occasional whimper or groan to escape from her mouth.

“You feel so wet, honey,” he muttered. He glanced back at me. “Touch yourself. Palm your cock.”

I did as he asked, curling my fingers into a fist around my length. I was hard within seconds, even though I was completely drained and my balls ached like hell.

Ben stretched his neck, his back stiffening as he watched me jerk off while he fucked his wife. His jaw tensed as his mouth dropped open slightly, thrusting inside of Brittany faster.

“
Ohh
hh
,” he groaned, his eyes closing as he sprayed inside her. “Fuck me,” he muttered, allowing her pussy to squeeze out the last of his orgasm. He pulled out, collapsing onto the bed beside Brittany, his hard body spooning her.

Their relationship amazed me. It was obvious how in love they were, and they were so comfortable with their sexuality it was almost frightening. To invite a third person into such an intimate situation was a big deal, especially when that third person was another male.

“Thanks, Coop. Do you mind leaving us alone for now?” Ben smiled, his fingers tracing around her breasts.

“I’d love to.” I winked, dressing quickly. “See you next time.”

The whole drive home I couldn’t help but think about how nice it would be to be in the kind of relationship where your partner accepted everything about you. I wasn’t saying I wanted a girl who’d let me fuck another guy with her, but part of me was jealous of that no-judgment kind of relationship. So many of my clients, present and past, used me because they were ashamed of their sexual needs. It was refreshing to meet a couple
who
had broken down those boundaries.

I parked in my usual spot and took the elevator up to my floor. Of course, whenever my mind wandered to relationships lately, it always involved Mia and this was no different. Did I want a relationship with her? Whether I wanted it wasn’t the point. The key factor I kept forgetting when it came to Mia was I was a fucking escort.

And that was something that wasn’t going to change anytime soon.