Chapter Four
Sarah’s arms couldn’t support her anymore. She fell flat against the mattress as David sipped champagne from her pussy as if it were the finest crystal glass, then buried his tongue inside her, deep inside like she’d asked, catching every last drop of the sparkling liquid. He moaned as he captured the combined zest of the alcohol and her arousal, gripping her thighs and pushing them apart in his need to get farther, deeper into her.
Sarah had never understood the term “eaten” by a man and had considered it not only crass but inaccurate. Yet David devoured her as if he couldn’t get enough of her flavor. It made Sarah’s clit throb with need. “David… David. You can lick me now. On my clit. Please. I need it.”
With a groan and one last long taste, David sat back on his haunches. Sarah lifted her head in time to see him take a large swig of Cristal. Then all was sensation as the cool liquid and David’s warm lips enclosed her swollen nub.
Sarah cried out as the fizzy chill combined with David’s hot, sucking mouth. She gyrated into the contact, knowing she must appear frenzied but uncaring that her composed façade had slipped entirely. All she wanted was for this incredible feeling to reach its pinnacle and throw her over the side into free-falling bliss.
She grasped the back of David’s head, holding him to her as he sucked her clit. When he found the bottle and stuck it back inside her empty channel, Sarah lost it. Her muscles clamped down on the glass as the fire in her clit flared, consuming her. She gasped and moaned, tugging on David’s silken curly hair as she rode out her climax with fierce thrusts of her hips.
When the storm ended and she started to float on a cloud of gathering awareness, Sarah realized she must be hurting him. She released her tight hold on his locks and smoothed her hand over them. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be.” He buried his face in the flesh of her inner thigh and let out a stuttering breath. “You were amazing.”
Her? She hadn’t done anything other than lie here and make David fulfill her every demand. It had been glorious. He had been glorious. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
“Not bad, huh?” He lifted his gaze and pinned her with the dark amusement in it. “Something I forgot to do?”
The only thing Sarah wanted now, more than anything, was his lips on hers. “Give me that champagne.” When he handed it to her Sarah sat up and took a swig from the bottle, the alcohol going to her head as she swallowed the thirsty gulps. She kept some in her mouth as she pulled David toward her for a kiss.
She’d thought it was such a good idea initially. When champagne started spilling out the sides of their mouths Sarah acknowledged the logistics of a Cristal-soaked smooch were a little complicated. She laughed as champagne dribbled down her chin.
David joined in, his chuckle rumbling on his lips as he moved them over her face, gathering the stray droplets. “You’re a bit of a loon, you know that?”
No one had ever accused her of being the slightest bit goofy and Sarah found she liked it. She also enjoyed the way he laughed as he devoured every last drop of champagne from her neck and the tiny pool formed by her collarbone. Now that the edge had been taken off her sexual frustration, his stubble tickled. Sarah couldn’t suppress her laughter.
“An absolute bloody loon.” David shook his head, his tone letting her know he didn’t mind at all. Abruptly, he pushed her back on the bed, covering her body with his. He treated her to a deeply passionate kiss that smothered Sarah’s laughter and brought the sharp edge of need right back.
He slid his hands over her body, settling on the swell of her breasts and squeezing lightly. He watched how her flesh puckered beneath his touch and groaned. “I want you so bad, Sarah.”
Sarah reached between their bodies to rediscover that evidence for herself. When her hand closed around David’s length, he winced. “Lady, I’m sorry. I didn’t come prepared.”
His meaning sunk in, stilling Sarah’s hand and her heartbeat. Dear Lord, he really had to be new at this if he hadn’t even thought of that. The notion pleased her more than it should have. She appreciated the knowledge that she was his first…client.
Sarah. You’re a client, not a lover or a friend. That little detail kept slipping her mind, particularly when David looked at her as he was now, as if she was a surprising gift he wanted to spend hours unwrapping.
Sarah was more than a little surprised herself. Everything about this evening was different than anticipated because the man lying on top of her wasn’t what she’d been expecting. She’d thought she’d be seduced, played like a fiddle, but she was the one playing the seducer. She liked the idea almost as much as she’d liked laughing with David.
“Not to worry.” She smiled and rolled him over so he lay beneath her. “Prepared is my middle name.”
Reaching into the bedside drawer, Sarah found the box of condoms she’d put there earlier and extracted one. She disregarded the tube of lubrication she’d also left there. She’d worried she might be too awkward during this encounter to get wet on her own but it turned out she didn’t need any help in that department.
David watched, his intense focus like a brand on her skin as Sarah rolled the protection over his engorged member. The hot column of muscle filled her hand and made her dampen at the thought of it burrowing deep into her body. When her fingers brushed his testes she found them taut and full.
Sarah surveyed the abundance of rock-solid male flesh laid out beneath her, ready for her to use however she wished. Despite the intense orgasm she’d already had, she found herself impatient once more. Grabbing the base of David’s shaft, Sarah positioned herself and sank onto the stiff pole in one move.
Groaning, David grasped her waist, holding her down on him. His face was a mask of tortured pleasure, his eyes squeezing shut as his jaw set in a tense line. Sarah rocked and his fingers dug into her upper thighs. “Sarah, wait. Give me a second to get my breath.”
Sarah arched a brow and continued to set a steady rhythm, taking off her bra and tossing it aside as she rode him. “Why would I do that?”
“To save my sanity.” He gritted his teeth as she rotated her hips. His concentration was trained on her now-bare breasts with hot appreciation. “You’re so tight and wet. It’s all I can do not to come right this second.”
“You’ll manage.” Sarah grinned, somehow knowing it was true. David would wait for her to reach satisfaction before he let go, no matter what it cost him. He was simply that innately thoughtful. Thoughtful, inventive, funny and too deliciously sexy to believe. Oh, why hadn’t she met him in different circumstances?
If it weren’t for these circumstances you wouldn’t have met him at all. He was a gigolo, a stud, an escort. Sarah had to remind herself, again, that she’d hired David. He wouldn’t be here with her if she wasn’t paying him.
“What’s wrong?”
Unnerved that he had so quickly detected the way her body cooled at her thoughts, Sarah plastered on a smile. “Nothing. Your cock is perfect. You’re just what I needed tonight,” she said, as if she were getting nothing more intimate than a massage out of him.
Bringing her body down to rest flush against his, David swiftly rolled so she once again lay beneath him. He withdrew from her pussy, so far Sarah instinctively gripped his ass to keep him from leaving altogether. Her gesture was telling and it made David smile with thoroughly male satisfaction. “I’m not perfect, but this is.”
He moved back inside her in a long, smooth glide that stretched her feminine recesses to capacity. Sarah’s breath hitched at the exquisite sensation, the sense of being filled by, connected to, this man.
God no, Sarah. You’re not connected to him in any way other than the physical. Don’t be ridiculous.
“You feel that?” David asked as he stroked inside her again. His tone conveyed woozy amazement. “Do you feel how right that is?”
Yes, she did. Their bodies locked together faultlessly, as though hers had been made to accept him. Sarah had been in love with men who hadn’t given her this sense of oneness during lovemaking.
Not lovemaking, sex. How could she keep forgetting that?
Deathly afraid David would sense the frightening turn of her thoughts, Sarah made her voice, and her resolve, toughen. “Fuck me, David. Harder.”
With a helpless groan he drew back before slamming into her once more in a rough thrust. “Like that?”
“Yes.” Sarah gasped. “I want your cock pounding rough and tight inside me, over and over.”
Swearing, he did as she said, taking her body in a series of frantic plunges that made Sarah’s breath spurt from her lungs in erratic puffs. “Oh yes. Like that. Give it to me fast.”
“You talk dirty for such a lady. Is that what you’re into?”
In all her years of sexual experience, Sarah had never spoken this bluntly. But then, she’d never paid a man to fuck her before. “Yes, that’s what I’m into.”
This was fucking and she had to remember it. David was a cock with a man attached, not a person she could afford to get to know or like. That would be the most pathetic thing she could ever do.
“You’re so incredible lying beneath me, making your hot demands.” David slowed his pace enough that he could lean on one elbow and trace his fingers over the top edge of her stockings. He fitted his hand behind her knee, using the grip to part her wider and hold her completely open for his thrusts. “You dress like an expensive whore, Lady Harrington. Like a woman begging for a man’s cock.”
Sarah was surprised to find the description exciting. Not to mention apt. Tonight, she had dressed with sex in mind, like a woman who badly needed it and would use any means at her disposal to get it. She’d used her money to get sex while David used his body to get money. Were they really any different? “Yes, I need it. Fuck me like a man fucks a whore. Make me take everything you have.”
The pace of David’s thrusting accelerated once more, telegraphing his tenuous grip on control. It was delicious, the knowledge she could make him unravel with a few bawdy words.
Biting her ear, David growled into it, “You’re a beautiful, dirty, amazing woman. Scream for me, Sarah Harrington. I want to feel you come around me.”
The demand called to her body, and Sarah rose swiftly toward the pinnacle. She dug her fingernails into David’s chest, holding on for dear life as he rode her higher, faster, pushing her to the limit.
“Oh God. Please come for me.”
His desperate tone said he was about to go over the edge and the knowledge nudged Sarah the last distance. She screamed when her inner muscles flexed around his thundering cock, afraid she shouted his name when she ought to have chosen something less personal. David grasped her thigh tight and shuddered inside her, spilling himself as she continued to spasm around him.
His face gave everything away, the agony and ecstasy of it all. David hid nothing, while this whole experience had been an exercise in subterfuge on Sarah’s part—most especially the last few minutes. She’d acted as if all she wanted was a detached, rough screw, that all she needed for satisfaction was sex. Her attempts to prove that to herself and to David only highlighted the deeper truth she hadn’t wanted to acknowledge. Sex for its own sake would never be enough for her. What Sarah wanted most was love.
And she was never going to find it in the arms of a man whose attentions she had to buy.
The self-recrimination and sadness swept over her like a wave as she lay beneath David, clinging to him as though he might save her from drowning. Tears bit at her, a harsh sting. Her distress only worsened when David’s concerned voice rumbled against her throat. “Are you all right?”
Sarah didn’t trust the power of her voice, could only nod. Sensing her equivocation, David lifted his head. When he spotted the glisten of tears, he paled. “Hey there, lady, don’t cry.” He wiped at the edges of her eyes with his thumbs. His tender tone turned steely. “I was too rough. I don’t usually do that but I thought it was what you wanted.”
“It was.” Sarah’s voice quavered. “You did everything I asked.”
Exactly as a good employee would. Bile burned her esophagus and Sarah had to urge David off her, afraid she was going to regurgitate the champagne. She rolled on her side and breathed deeply until the urge passed. The pillow beneath her head smelled of David, and the tears she’d done her best to stem flowed right into its softness even as she didn’t make a sound to betray herself.
Behind her, the warmth of David’s body remained. She’d half expected him to leave but instead he pressed against her back, his chest a comforting blanket against the chill that had enveloped her. He didn’t say a word, simply held her without speaking. Without leaving.
And Sarah couldn’t bring herself to ask him to go.