Chapter 6
“IT’S FORTY BUCKS A night plus tips. Most girls make a whole lot more in tips than they do in the wage.”
“I’m guessing the tips come for services that go beyond pouring drinks and carrying a tray.” He didn’t say anything.
I told him, “I want this clear from the start, OK? I don’t sell sexual services and I wont. I’ll do what I’ll do, or not. Whatever I do it will be my choice and for my own reasons.”
His face hid a smile. I chewed the inside of my cheek, trying to make up my mind. I asked him, “Is there an interview process?”
His lip curled in a leer. “A try out, maybe. A practical test.”
I knew what I wanted to to. I’d wanted to do it since I saw him. I felt like it was wrong and I didn’t want him to think I would do anything like that to get a job. Although the truth could have been that, if anything, wanting the job would just give me the excuse to do what I wanted to do anyway.
My voice was hoarse. “You want to know what I can do?”
His eyes smoldered. “Could be the clincher.” He stood. He was big enough to take my breath away. I saw the bulge hardening in his jeans. My chair squeaked as I stood, unsteadily.
Priest put out his hand and I let him lead me out back. Beanie’s eyes as he watched had just a little hint of sad puppy about them. My heart swelled and beat for him, but I also wanted to tell him, See? That’s what I meant when I said I was too old for you.
And just then I wished that I wasn’t.
Out in back, Priest’s evil grin made me want to say something about his name. But I had something else to do that was more urgent. He held my jaw and looked into my eyes. His hand ran down the side of my throat. I watched, breathless as his eyes raked over me and his tongue moistened his lips.
He leaned back against the peeling, rusty paint of the cement wall. And he pulled me to him. I pressed on his chest, through his t-shirt. the beat of his heart and the swell of breath in his chest made me pant hard. My teeth sank into the side of my lip as I dragged his t-shirt out of his jeans and up, over his chest.
His pecs and abs made me almost groan. My lips sank onto the glistening bulges of his tattooed pecs and he grabbed my hair as I drank in the scent of him. My fingers slipped down to find the rivet buttons of his fly. Behind the denim I could feel the swelling heat of his hard rod. Inside his soft, snug white cotton, a fat armadillo was uncoiling and straining up to meet me.
My fingers found and traced the shape of it. They always seem bigger when they’re behind some cloth. I gasped. This one was definitely an XL. I slid my hand down the lengthening rod and cupped his goody-sac. The head reached most of the way to the crook of my elbow.
Nibbling down his silky skin and over the humps of his abs I told him, “I have two good reasons to get your cock in my throat right now.”
“What are the reasons?”
My tongue touched his navel, “One is that I kind of like you, cowboy.”
I licked down, into the front of his tighty-whities. His voice was thickening. “What’s the other reason?”
“The other reason is none of your damn business.”
I reached inside. He was so hot and so hard. The pulse of it made my mouth water. I cupped my hand over the firm, silky head. My teeth nipped the skin by his little furrow. The scent of him made me crazy.
I slid to my knees and slipped my lips over the head of his cock. He pulsed in my mouth and I waited to savor it, feeling the raw, animal strength of him. Loving how he vibrated with energy.
My nipples scratched inside my t-shirt and I hugged his powerful thighs to feel the heat of them pressed against my breasts. With the tip of my tongue, I licked him from behind his sac, all the way up the seam, slowly till I reached his head.
I licked all around the head and slurped it into my wet mouth. My lips slid off then onto the side of the shaft and slowly back down. His hand came to the back of my head. With the backs of my fingers I lifted it gently off and raised one finger, Not yet.
He got it. I felt him anticipate the anticipation. His beating muscle sent shivers of thrill through me, but the charge that I got from the feeling of connection was much bigger.
I held my mouth over him, but barely touching him. Letting him feel my breath. While I blew slowly along the length of his stiffening pole, my fingers lightly touched the backs of his thighs, the crease under his buttocks, and, especially, his sac.
When he made a faint groan, I lightly traced the furrows at the sides of his hips. Despite the urge to grab him there, to pull his hot member hard into the back of my throat, I let my fingers barely touch him.
His pulse rose and hardened. So did his cock. With my breath and the touch of my nails I told him the story of a blowjob. In slow motion, and rising in detail.
He got the idea as his hands hovered over my head. I could feel him at the edge of my hair, like he could fee the shape of my mouth through the warm air around his cock.
There’s no time this stops getting better. The longer you can both hold back, the more intense it becomes. As soon as you both get it, it’s a contest for who cracks first. Who can’t hold out any longer. Who has to grab hold, make contact hard and go for it.
The skin of his hips and the tops of his thighs vibrated under my fluttering touch. His breath thickened. He thickened.
He was firm. Solid. Hot. He moaned as his hands shook around my head.
Taught cables of muscle in his thighs wound and tensed. His buttocks rolled and clenched under the feathery brush of my hands. When my fingers felt at the cleft behind his balls and hovered between his cheeks, insinuating by his star, his mast swelled and pulsed.
I lost it. My fingers probed his ass and my mouth plunged on his cock. I dove. I pushed down, hot and wet until my lips hit his pubic bone. His hands seized me. One hand plunged into my hair, gripped and twisted as it shoved my head harder onto him.
The other went to my wrists, behind his ass. He tried to pull my hands away. But his heart wasn’t in it. I backed off. His thighs spread as he torpedoed into my throat. My mouth flooded with a sweet overflow of thin saliva. The dark taste of him filled my head as I swallowed him.
His hand, my head and his cock synced perfectly. Our beat rose and grew together. Finally I grabbed him with Aphrodite’s handles. He sunk into me. I moaned and cried out. But it made no sound, only vibration along the hot, sawing rail of his cock.
His hips drove into my face. Rippling rings swelled along his shaft and a fountain of hot love-lava erupted into my mouth. I took him deep. I sucked, licked and slurped. I slipped my lips and slathered my tongue on the ridges of his pulsing pump.
I didn’t lose a drop.
It took him a moment before he said, “Well, it’s a promising start.”