Matthew

“So…I guess we’re really sharing the bed, huh?” Piper walks out of the bathroom, her burgundy hair damp and curly.

She’s wearing a large, sheer white T-shirt that hangs off the shoulder and a pair of bubblegum pink shorts. I have to say she looks adorable, like a high school girl about to get her sleepover started.

“I guess so.” I look her over briefly before pulling my gaze away.

She fidgets, still standing in front of the bathroom door. She’s not going to come willingly. I know that now.

I stand from the edge of the bed, pulling the blue comforter down and then the sheets.

“I don’t bite. I promise,” I tell her, gesturing for her to come over. “Gotta play the part, remember?”

“Yeah. My parents are really nosy and Bailey likes to pry. If she sees us sleeping separately she’ll immediately know you and I aren’t a real thing.”

“Should I lock the door then?” I ask, pointing back at it with my thumb.

“Mr. Cooper! Do you really think that’s appropriate?” she jokes.

“They’ll think we’re doing some nasty adult stuff,” I tease, my eyebrows wiggling.

“Hmm. A locked door would be very convincing. You’ve got a point there.” She launches herself onto the bed. “Sure. What the heck?” She shrugs, and I step back, locking the door.

It’s not so much to spare her the trouble, but really because I don’t want any of her family walking in on me, especially in the morning when I may have that familiar pal named Morning Wood visiting.

Piper sighs and flops back on the pillows, throwing her arms above her head and staring up at the ceiling.

As I round the edge of it, making way to flip the light switch, I can’t help but notice what’s prodding through her shirt—her nipples, so erect and swollen. She turns her head, looking in my direction.

“Ready?” I ask before she can notice my ogling.

But I’m sure she already has.

She smiles coyly, and slides to the other side of the bed. “Sure. You don’t mind if I take this side, do you? I’m weird about sleeping by the door.”

“Not at all.”

“Thanks.”

She tucks herself beneath the comforter. “All right. I’m ready.”

I flip the light switch, glad there’s a sliver of moonlight to guide me back to the bed.

Right now I’m wishing there were bunk beds in this place. Sharing a bed with Piper doesn’t seem too ideal anymore.

I’ve had some attractive clients, and I’ve had some…not-so-attractive ones. Normally the attractive ones have the worst attitudes—stuck-up, selfish, inconsiderate, or mean, which makes it easy to keep my distance.

The not-so-attractive ones are usually very vulnerable, very antisocial, or very…weird. But Piper is…well…she is none of those things.

I was mistaken.

She’s gorgeous, with an edge of adorable vulnerability that I can’t help but find tempting, and she’s so damn sweet and generous.

The reason I can’t share this bed with her is because I feel myself slowly hardening in my shorts. Mini-Cooper is on the rise and in need of release.

Her warm, sweet scent of cinnamon and apples is hard to ignore. I bet her skin is soft, and her mouth tastes sweet and fresh after brushing her teeth.

Shit.

I’m not supposed to think of my clients this way. It’s a rule of mine. Keep the distance. Play the part. Get it over with. Get paid and then move the hell on to the next desperate woman.

I should excuse myself. After all, it has been several weeks. The holidays tend to be busy times for me. I am typically booked solid, which means I can’t hook up with Gina and get a nut off.

Piper sighs, pulling me out of my thoughts. “I know I’ve said it a lot, but thank you for coming, Matthew. And thank you for being so great tonight. I can tell everyone was really impressed, which is an accomplishment, so congrats!”

I laugh softly. “It’s no problem at all. It’s what I’m supposed to do.” But is it really?

I’ve always loved to impress people. Ever since I can remember, I’ve loved being in the spotlight. I’ve loved proving people wrong—showing them that I am capable of being more than just a pretty face.

People see me and they think of a typical man with a typical, egotistical attitude. But they’re wrong. I think I have strong character, in some ways more so than others.

But being this way, I’ve realized, isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.

I’ve always wanted more, but more seems impossible for me. I say I want to retire, leave this escorting business in the past, but do I really?

Am I actually capable of leaving this behind?

The attention.

The desperate need I see in these women’s eyes.

The way they depend on me like no one else has.

How they drool over the mere sight of me?

“Well, goodnight,” Piper whispers. “We have a long day ahead of us. We usually go to the market for last minute things. Mom takes us every year—me, Bailey, and Lena. The twins will most likely tag along. I think she forgets stuff intentionally just so we can spend girl time with her. Dad and Stanley will probably expect you to stay and play pool or something with them in the basement.”

“Okay. Doesn’t sound like too much trouble.”

“That’s not even the half of it. When we get back, everyone decorates the sugar cookies Mom bakes, we put lights on the pine tree in front of the house, and then come back in, drink more cocoa, and watch the Grinch. After that, Dad drinks himself into oblivion and Mom fusses while sipping her eggnog. It’s funny to watch them bicker sometimes.”

I laugh. “Man. And this is tradition?”

“Yep. Every. Single. Year.”

“I guess I see how someone can get tired of that after a few years.”

She laughs. “Yeah. After we unwrap gifts on Christmas, everyone kind of just lets go, which is good. Makes it easier to pack my shit and sneak away. We’ll probably be out of here on Christmas night.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Because the sooner I’m done sharing a bed with her, the better off I’ll be.

“Goodnight,” she says sweetly.

“Goodnight, Piper.”

It doesn’t take long for her to fall asleep.

After about twenty minutes of absolute silence, she turns over and her breathing becomes deeper. I assume she’s out for the night.

My eyes dart up to the vaulted ceiling, my hand slipping beneath my shorts.

My cock is still hard for her.

I stroke my balls, sliding my hand up to the shaft, circling my swollen tip.

My eyes shut, and for the first time today, I relax. I sink into the pillows, breathing deep, stroking my cock. I pump soft and slow, with my elbow off the mattress, easy enough that she won’t feel it.

Piper groans, and I freeze as she shifts in her sleep. Her hand ends up on my right shoulder, and I have the urge to curse beneath my breath.

Fuck. She’ll definitely feel me jacking off now.

I slide my hand back down, cupping my sack, debating whether I should finish elsewhere. Piper groans again, and to my utter surprise, she speaks.

“Maybe you should go to the bathroom,” she whispers.

Oh, shit. My pulse quickens. I swallow thickly, avoiding her gaze. For a moment, I think she’s a sleep talker, but I’m only fooling myself. That’s what I hope for, aside from being swallowed whole by the mattress.

She sits up, looking down at me.

I feel stupid.

So goddamn stupid.

“Do you do this around all of your clients?” she asks, her eyes darting down to my lap and then focusing on mine again. I can’t tell if she’s aggravated or intrigued. Her voice is light, but I can’t really see her facial expression.

“Do what?” I ask stupidly.

“Seriously? Are you really going to act like I didn’t feel those jerking movements?”

“I thought you were sleeping,” I murmur.

“I wasn’t…yet. Trying. But I don’t know how any woman can sleep with you laying next to her.”

I squint my eyes, focusing on her face. The only thing I can make out are her eyes, and they are gentler than expected.

“This is the first time it’s happened, but I can understand if you want me to sleep somewhere else. I should have excused myself. I apologize.”

“No,” she whispers. “You shouldn’t have.” She sinks her teeth into her bottom lip before saying, “I think I can help you.”

My brows dip. “Help?”

“Mmm-hmm.” She moves in closer, and my cock twitches in my hand. Reaching down to remove my hand, she lowers her body while pulling the comforter away.

“Piper, what are you doing?”

She doesn’t answer me.

“We really shouldn’t,” I mumble, voice raspier. I push on my hands to sit up against the headboard. “I don’t do this with my clients. There are boundaries.”

“You may not do anything with your clients, but something tells me you wanted me to catch you.”

I keep my lips sealed, looking her over as she continues to descend.

“We’re just pretending, right?” she asks quietly. “When this is all over it’ll be like nothing ever happened. Besides, isn’t this what I’m paying you for? To give me what I want? To satisfy me?”

“You’re just abusing that power now,” I mumble, but fuck, she has no idea how badly I want her. “I don’t sleep with my clients.”

She laughs softly, but her face comes closer to my groin. Her fingers slip around the waistband of my shorts and she tugs down. Like a dumbass, I lift my hips, helping her get them off.

Who the fuck am I kidding? I can’t act like I don’t want her, because I do. Since I set foot into her apartment, I wanted to bend her over the arm of her expensive couch and fuck the shit out of her, but I knew better.

I’ve never had this problem with a client—these urges. The need for a small taste. I’ve never been this attracted to someone who hired me.

I wonder how good she is.

I wonder what all she can do.

I wonder how long she can suck me off, how fast she can ride me…

“Piper,” I groan when her face hovers over my cock.

“Matthew, just let me, okay? You’re not the only one…”

“The only what?”

“That wants this…”

I let out a ragged breath, focusing on her. I can see the streaks of her hair, her glistening eyes. She’s looking right up at me. I guess no one will find out, but I pray to the man upstairs that she doesn’t think more of this than what it is.

Once this is done, it’s done. There is no re-hiring me. There is no walking into the sunset with me. I work with you once, and that’s it. You don’t get anything more from me once I’ve done my job.

With those thoughts in mind, I decide to let her.

She wants to do it. I want her to do it. I won’t stop her, and something tells me that with her determination, she’ll get her way regardless.

So I rest the back of my head on the headboard, and Piper’s hand grips my hard cock. I tense as she pumps me gently, her tongue running over my tip and licking the pre-cum away.

She moans as she pushes up on her elbows and centers her petite body between my legs, and I breathe deeply, wanting so badly to pretend I’m not enjoying this…but we both know I am.

Her tongue is so soft, running from the tip and back down to my balls. When her full lips envelop my cock, I can’t fight the groan that fills my throat. She swallows me whole while massaging my balls gently with her hands.

She’s good, so good, way better than I thought she’d be. She said she hadn’t dated a man since college—that was years ago. So why does it feel like she sucks cock on a daily basis? I don’t feel any teeth. Just her smooth, velvety tongue and those full, puckered lips.

“How often do you do this?” I ask, nearly breathless.

She pauses, stroking me slowly. “Do what?”

“Have sex with people you don’t really know.”

She pitches a nonchalant shrug. “Once or twice every two weeks—but it’s not with someone I don’t know. I know him well, and he’s the biggest asshole of all time. Great sex. Terrible person. Nothing serious will ever come out of him.”

I narrow my eyes and she notices. “Oh.”

“What?”

“You never told me that.”

“I didn’t think it was relevant.”

“It isn’t.” Which isn’t to say I’m not bothered. I kind of am.

For a moment, I felt…special. Like her first time again. Wrong.

Fuck! Get out of your feelings, Matthew. This is a client. Let her finish you off and then go to sleep. Get back in the game.

“Well, good.” She builds up a stroke, and her mouth comes around me again, warm and wet. She sucks me until I feel like I’m about to explode. But I can’t.

It’s not enough.

This will only happen once.

I need to know what she feels like, how tight her pussy can get around my cock.

“Hold on. I don’t want to come yet,” I murmur, pushing her up gently and climbing off the bed. I grab my suitcase, taking out one of the condoms from the side pocket.

She hears the foil rip and asks, “You brought condoms? You were expecting this to happen?”

“I actually wasn’t. I always keep condoms with me. Doesn’t matter where I go.”

“It is the 21^st century, you know? I’m on birth control. And why? Were you expecting to get laid by someone else?”

I laugh. “It could happen while I’m running an errand, walking in the snow. You never know.” I flash a quick smile that she sees clearly through the dim lighting.

She scoffs as I roll the condom on, but I don’t leave her enough time to ask any more questions. I’m back on the bed, kneeling between her legs, and crushing her lips, preventing her next set of words from coming out.

She moans, throwing her arms around my neck and pulling me closer.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” she breathes out.

“Me neither.”

My cock slides between her smooth thighs, the thick mushroom tip poking at her entrance. I stretch her a bit and she lets out a sharp gasp.

“So big,” she whimpers.

“Yeah?” I inch in some more. “What else do you feel?”

“You’re thick too…”

“You think so?” I inch in some more, halfway inside her now.

Her eyes slide up to mine. “Please,” she begs. “Stop teasing. Let’s just fuck already.”

Damn. Those words are dangerous, but sound so good coming from her mouth. I finish my stroke, sliding in deep, causing a sharper gasp to shoot out of her. Laying her back and pinning her hands above her head, I pull my hips back and thrust deep again, my face dropping to the crook of her neck.

She moans beneath me, but tries to keep it down. If only I could make her scream right now. I need to know how loud she can get, how wild she can be. I’m tempted to wake the whole damn house up just to find out.

But I don’t. I can’t.

“All this time I thought you were a sweet, innocent girl,” I breathe into her ear, her sweet cunt soaking my dick.

“I can be,” she sighs.

I push up, still keeping her pinned to the mattress. My cock doesn’t stop and she damn sure doesn’t stop milking every inch of it. Damn, she feels so good. Tighter than I expected. So damn wet, dripping on my thighs.

“We shouldn’t even be doing this,” I groan.

“So stop,” she challenges.

“Can’t.” I grunt, pulling out, grabbing her by the waist, and flipping her onto to her belly. She yelps, only loud enough to be heard within these walls, and I grip her hips, positioning her peach-shaped ass in the air, and sliding right into her soaking wet pussy from behind.

“You’re so wet for me, Piper. I can feel you dripping down my leg.”

A light slapping noise fills the room as I slam into her. My fingers travel up to her hair, and I grip a handful of it in my hand. She whimpers as I tug back and thrust harder, her legs quaking, like she’s on the verge of erupting.

“You have been a bad girl, Piper,” I groan in her ear, filling her up with every inch. I hold her hair tighter, my cock throbbing now, on the verge of coming. “Don’t be surprised if Santa doesn’t even deliver coal for you this Christmas.”

“That,” she breathes between small moans, “is the corniest thing I have ever heard while having sex.” She’s fighting a laugh along with another whimper.

She’s close. I can tell. I feel her walls pulsing around my dick, gripping me so fucking tight, making me want to cum right on the spot.

But I don’t. I need her to cum first.

I release her hair and lean forward, my arms outside of hers, my hips still working up full, deep thrusts. “That’s right. Come for me, Piper. I want you to come so hard on my cock that you have no choice but to collapse when I’m done with you.”

“Oh, God,” she groans, her head falling back.

I grip her ass in my hands, leaning back and watching as my cock slides in and out. My cock is drenched, her juices running down my thighs, her sweet scent making me want to flip her over for a taste.

I bring a finger around front and circle her clit. She bucks and moans. Oh, yeah. That’s it, right there. That’s her trigger spot.

She shudders and throws her ass back, stilling on my cock until she gently cries out. Her legs are trembling like she’s a one-woman earthquake, the upper half of her body crumbling and dropping down on the bed.

Her ass is still up in the air, still moving, still trying to savor every inch of me.

The sight of her like this—unraveling, open, and so damn greedy—is so fucking sexy that I can’t help myself.

I drive my cock harder, deeper, my head falling back and my eyes squeezing shut. I grip her hips so tight I know they’ll be bruised by morning.

“Fuck, Piper,” I groan, stilling. My body locks up, and I come in her sweet little cunt. I cum so hard I shudder from the aftermath, folding over her body.

Our breathing is heavy, mixing with one another’s, as I move aside and face her.

“Damn,” she pants, grinning. “Gotta say, you being an escort, I didn’t think the sex would be all it’s cut out to be but…wow.”

“Wow in a good way?” I inquire, lifting a brow.

“A very good way,” she giggles. She pushes up on one elbow. “I…um…I hope this doesn’t change the trip. I still want things to be the same.”

I sit up with her. “Why wouldn’t they be?”

“I don’t know—maybe because we were never supposed to have sex together? It’s never okay for a professional to have sex with his clients.”

“That’s true, but for you I will make an exception. I’m not sure if we should let it happen again though, Piper. Once this is done, it’s done. I can’t come back. My number will be changed and I won’t respond to any emails. Nothing against you, it’s just my job and how I keep my reputation.”

“I understand.” Her lips twist. “Have you ever slept with a client before?” she asks, almost hesitantly.

“Never.”

She smiles at my response. “Seriously? Never?”

“I’ve had opportunities to—golden ones, but I never saw the point of it…until now.”

“What are you trying to say? That I’m special?”

“You…are very different from my usual clients.”

She beams. “I’ll take that as a compliment.” Climbing off the bed, Piper makes her way to the bathroom. “I’m going to clean myself up a bit.”

“Okay.”

The room is quiet for a moment as she steps into the bathroom and turns on the light. The door squeaks on the hinges but before it can shut, she speaks up.

“Matthew?”

“Yes?”

“I won’t be weird about this. I know it shouldn’t happen again, and that’s okay. I was just really curious…and really fucking horny.”

I chuckle quietly.

Yeah. So was I. Turns out I shouldn’t have underestimated her. That was the greatest lay I’ve had in a long time. I don’t remember feeling this fucking good afterwards. My cock twitches just thinking about it.

“I know you won’t.” It’s a lie. The truth is I don’t know how she will act now. Will she soften up? Will she try and sit closer to me during breakfast? Fondle me under the dinner table because she now knows she can get me as hard as a fucking rock?

Will she make another move like the one she just made tonight?

I’m afraid to know the answer to that last question. I’m afraid because if she does, I won’t deny her. I know I won’t. I’ll say it, but my actions will scream the complete opposite.

I don’t like to get too close to anyone. I refuse to. My heart is out of the question. It no longer beats for affection. It beats for attention, while my cock craves one constant thing: pussy.

I’m not perfect. I never will be. And when she realizes that, maybe it will be even easier for her to walk away and be glad I’m in the past.