I slowly sauntered toward the firehouse, internally debating if this was a brilliant idea or a completely stupid one. I placed Alaric’s forgotten hat atop my head as I approached the firehouse and hoped he was actually here.
As I got closer, I could see him standing outside the firehouse speaking with a couple other men. One of the men had been with him at the restaurant and slapped his arm and pointed toward me. Alaric turned around, a broad smile spreading across his face as his eyes looked me up and down.
“That hat’s never looked so good,” he hollered at me in his delicious accent.
“Like it?” I asked as I tipped the brim slightly. “It’s new.”
He said his goodbyes to the men he had been talking to and walked over to me. He slid his hands across my stomach and onto my hips as he lowered his lips to my ear.
“I’d like to see you in just that hat.”
His warm breath tickled my ear as my insides tingled at his words, my skin aflame at his touch. A fire ignited deep within me, my entire body coming alive for him.
“Are you busy right now?” he asked, pulling back slightly to look at my face.
I stared at him and got lost within his handsome face so close. I inhaled his cologne and had to restrain myself from tipping forward and kissing him as everything inside me screamed to do.
“I’m available,” I managed to whisper out.
His eyes searched over my face as he smiled slightly. My heart pounded at his smile just for me. His hands slid off my waist. He took my hand into his as he turned and led me into the firehouse.
We walked down a couple hallways, twisting and turning like mice in a maze as my desire burned hotter and hotter for him. I had no idea where we were going or what he was planning to do. All I knew was I longed to be with this man like I never felt before in my life. It wasn’t a want; it was a flaming hot need.
He led me through a door and into an office. He swung around, closing the door behind us before turning back toward me. His green eyes burned with desire as he advanced toward me. His hand slowly raised, his eyes searching mine as if asking permission. He gently took his hat from atop my head and tossed it onto the floor.
“Is here okay?” he asked as his palm brushed across my cheek and into my hair. His face lowered to mine; his lips teasingly close to mine. My entire body came alive at his touch as I melted beneath his green eyes.
“Yeah,” I whispered out seconds before his lips crushed onto mine. In complete shock by his suddenness, I hesitated to respond.
He pulled back, his eyes aflame and his voice husky. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing” I breathed out as I threw my arms around his neck and pressed up onto my tiptoes to kiss him again. He tasted amazing and his kiss was like a brand new drug made just for me that I couldn’t get enough of.
His hand dug into my hair, his other hand wrapping around my waist and pulling me against his hard body. My fingers dug into those glorious curls in his long hair as my mouth opened to his.
His tongue slid into my mouth, hungry and eager and he groaned. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach as I ached to feel more and more of him. I melted in his embrace, his hand tightening in my hair as he held my head in place as his mouth assaulted mine. His body pressed against mine and I could feel his erection through his pants. I needed this man like I had never needed anything in my life.
His hand slid from my waist to the front of my shorts. He undid the button in one, quick movement before his fingers slid past the barrier and between my legs. I moaned into his mouth as his fingers found my sensitive spot.
His mouth moved from mine and down to my neck as his fingers teased me relentlessly. He had long, skilled fingers that sent me into a frenzy as his lips left a trail of goosebumps on my neck. My arms wrapped tightly around him, holding myself up as my legs went weak as his fingers entered me.
I groaned, losing myself in his touch and kisses as his lips reclaimed mine, his tongue urgent and hungry. This man and this moment was unlike anything I had ever experienced in my life. Passion blasted through my body as my heart pounded out of control. Nothing in life mattered except him and me and our bodies joining together.
“Alaric,” I cried out as my arms squeezed him tightly as pleasure burst through my body in a blinding tidal wave.
“I love hearing you scream my name,” he whispered, his voice heavy with desire and his accent.
He bent down, his hands sliding down to my butt as he lifted me up so I was straddling him. He stepped forward, my fingers sliding up and into his hair as I kissed his lips. He set me down on a desk and I laid backwards as his fingers traced along my waist before pulling my shorts and panties off. He dropped his pants before grabbing my hand.
“Come here,” he whispered softly as I sat up.
He raised his hand toward my face, and I flinched. Something broke through the desire on his face. It looked like a mixture of concern and anger, but he quickly covered it. He held his hand in place, his eyes meeting mine and holding their gaze. He slowly brought his hand to my face as though I was an injured creature. He gently brushed some stray hair out of my face before leaning forward and kissing my cheek where it had once been bruised.
He moved back from me, bending down to pull a condom out of his discarded pants. I stared in shock as his huge manhood. My eyes widened as I looked up into his hungry green eyes.
He moved closer to me, my heart pounding in a crazy, anxious beat. I wanted him. I wanted to feel him inside me. I stared at his handsome face and his caring green eyes as he entered me with a groan. Fireworks exploded inside me as I let out a soft cry of ecstasy. His hands slid up my shirt and beneath my bra, cupping my breast as he began pumping hard and furious into me.
“Alaric,” I cried out in pleasure as my fingers wrapped around him and dug into his back. Despite his gentle demeanor with me previously, this was something new. This was urgent. This was a primal, carnal need. “Alaric!”
My voice seemed only to encourage him as he went harder and faster at a furious, frantic pace. I clung to him, moaning and calling his name until he finally reached his peak and his face collapsed onto my shoulder.
He breathed heavily, his breath hot upon my skin. He stood up, flipping his glorious hair back and running his hand through it.
“That was amazing,” he grinned, exposing his dimples with delight. He stepped back, pulling his pants up as I jumped off the desk and redressed.
“So,” he drew out slowly in his accent. “How much do I owe you?”
My face shot up to his. “What?”
“How much do I owe you?” he asked again. “Your boyfriend, Ace, told me about your work at the brothel. Didn’t he send you over”?
All the blood drained from my face as I nearly went down with it. I stared at him as my heart shattered into a million pieces. He hadn’t wanted me. He was simply looking for a quick lay from a prostitute, which is all he saw me as.
I stood wordless as my soul died before him.” Yeah,of course,” I finally forced out in defeated agony. “ It’s three hundred.”
His eyes seemed to linger on me, questioning me silently, but he didn’t vocalize his mental wonderings. He reached into his back pocket and produced his wallet, he pulled out cash, counting it out before stepping over to me and holding it out.
With shame burning through every single inch of me, I swallowed the lump in my throat and took the money from him. “Thanks,” I mumbled, dropping my eyes to the floor.
“Maybe another time?” he questioned.
I raised my eyes back up to his gorgeous face and nodded. “Sure, yeah.” I should be used to men using me simply for their sexual gratification but, for some reason, it killed me for him to use me in such a way. It made no sense, I hardly knew him. He was nothing more than a random stranger paying me for sex, yet for some reason this near stranger using me in such a manner nearly killed me. But why? Because I wanted more from him? Because I held in higher regards for saving my life and expected something more from him? It was stupid, whatever it was.
“I should go.” I stepped past him, toward the door as I shoved the money into my pocket when his warm hand gently grabbed mine. I hesitated and turned toward him as my heart leapt at the possibility of what he would say.
“Thanks,” he said in a genuine voice as his eyes studied me.
I forced a smile upon my face as I nodded as he let my hand slide from his fingers. I turned and walked away, hurrying out the door and back into the heat of the day before my broken heart leaked from my eyes.
I sat in our apartment alone on the futon the next day. Ace was who knows where. I had come home yesterday after my rendezvous with Alaric to an empty apartment. Ace had never called or text me to tell me his whereabouts, which wasn’t that unusual if he was high on drugs. I was worried about something much deeper than whether Ace was currently high on drugs or not. Had I cheated on him? I shook my head. The thought was ridiculous. I had a job which was a sexual position. I had sex with men for money. It was nothing more than a financial transaction, which was exactly what had happened between Alaric and me. He had paid me for sex, like any other man did. Why did I have this guilt than? Why did I feel as though I had done something wrong? Was it because of how badly I had desired him? Or how about how I had consented to the sex before ever knowing he was a paying customer? I had wanted him before I knew he was paying. I had wanted him on a personal level, not a professional level. I
I took the bus across town to my friend, Catherine’s, apartment. I knocked at her door and she quickly opened it, a smile spreading across her face when she saw me. “Stella!” she squealed as she wrapped me into a tight hug. “Honey, it has been too long” she drew out in her southern accent. “Get in here girl!” She moved her petite frame to the side as she held the door open for me. I stepped into the apartment and out of the hot Florida heat. The cool air conditioning felt heavenly. She closed the door, trapping the heat out of her large apartment as she skipped happily next to me and led me over to the oversized, brown couch with bright white pillows. Her living room was at least twice the size of mine, and beautifully decorated. I never understood why she didn’t go into interior design with the natural talent she had. “So” she drew out as she sat down next to me. Her blonde hair fell in large waves around her tiny face. She looked like a real-life Tinkerbell and had the voice to m
I stood at the stove, cooking myself some scrambled eggs for lunch. I had rose early and Ace had driven me to get some much-needed groceries for our apartment. He had left to head to work as I put the food away and cooked for my rumbling stomach. A quick knock at the door drew my attention away from what I was doing. I walked over and opened the door to find no one there. Confused, I glanced around and noticed the note taped to our door from our landlord. I pulled it off and read the official notice our of impending eviction unless we paid our rent within the next two weeks. I angrily clutched the note in my hand as I stormed inside, throwing the door behind me, and charged toward my phone. I quickly dialed Ace number and he picked up within a couple rings. “Hey baby” he said happily. “Why are we getting an eviction notice?” I shot out immediately. The line went silent for a moment. “What are you talking about?” he finally asked slowly. “An eviction notice for unpaid rent! They
Ace surprised me when I came home and cooked me a delicious Italian pasta dish with homemade breadsticks. We relaxed together on the futon and eventually made-out before moving to the bedroom. I laid beside him in his arms after making love and stared up at the ceiling. For the first time in forever, I felt guilty after having sex. I should have felt guilty for my romp with Alaric. I should feel remorse or shame for taking his money in exchange. Instead, I felt guilty for being with Ace; as if I was somehow cheating on Alaric by having sex with my own boyfriend. It was ridiculous and insane and made no sense at all; but it felt like it should be Alaric’s arms I should be laying in. It should be his bed and his home. His broad smile kept flashing through my mind. The taste of his lips taunted me, growing a constant need inside me for him. The feel of his body on body on mine, of his hands exploring every single inch of me, set my body aflame with desire. I shook my head as I rolle
I stood watching him leave, completely thrown off by him. When I had first met him, he had nearly undressed me the first chance he got. And now he was asking if I wanted a drink? Men were fickle things. I wandered back into the condo and looked around the room. Various landscape photos hung on the wall. There was a bookshelf near the large screen television and I walked over, my fingers skimming over several classic books. I noticed a guitar sitting in a stand over in the corner and strolled over to it. I gently traced my fingers over the strings just as Alaric returned to the room. I turned around toward him as he walked in with two water bottles. “I got one for me, too,” he explained as he held one out to me. “Do you play?” I asked as I took the water bottle. “And thank you.” “Yes” he replied as he opened his and took a long drink. “And you’re welcome.” I grinned at him as I opened my water bottle. “Will you play something for me?” He hesitated and I noticed something flicker a
“Hey”I drew out nervously as I laid in Ace arms in our bed. He turned toward me; his eyes droopy with sleep. His dark hair was messy and curly atop his head making him look rather adorable. “Is it okay if I go dress shopping with Catherine on Saturday?” I had decided the lie would be better than the truth. It shouldn’t matter that I was meeting a client on Saturday. I knew Ace would be thrilled with the news of the payday, and he was the one who initially hooked me up with Alaric. But there was something about the rendezvous that felt wrong. It felt dirty; like I was somehow cheating on Ace to take Alaric as a client. I knew exactly why, though I would never admit it out loud. I had feelings for him, feelings I shouldn’t have. Ace grinned lightly at me, fatigue showing across his face. “Why does she need to go dress shopping?” I mentally smacked myself on the forehead. “Fred proposed! They’re getting married.” “Really?” he remarked in surprise. “What’s so surprising about that?”
After breakfast, we drove to Sammy’s Skydiving. I stared with unease at the tiny building, but Alaric assured me it was completely safe. He held my hand and led me into the building with confidence. Sammy himself greeted us enthusiastically as he spoke to Alaric about the current, perfect conditions for a jump and heights and equipment I had never head of. My hand tightened on Alaric’s as my nerves began to mount within me. He glanced at me occasionally, giving me a reassuring smile and my hand a gentle squeeze. “This is my friend, Stella.” Alaric glanced at me as he introduced me. “This is Samuel. He’s the best skydiver around.” Samuel chuckled as he shook my hand. “Its nice to meet you, Stella.” “She’s a little nervous,” Alaric drew out slowly in his accent. “No worries,” Samuel said reassuringly. “We’ve already had an accident this morning so we aren’t due for another for” his face scrunched as he thought, “probably a couple days.” My jaw dropped in horror as they both broke ou
We went back to Sammy’s Skydiving. We took off all the equipment and the jumpsuits and left in Alaric’s sports car. We drove in silence with the windows down, both of us seeming to reflect on the amazing experience we had just participated in. Alaric drove us to his condo and parked. He opened my door for me as he led me into his home. I excused myself to the restroom as he began rummaging around the kitchen talking about burgers and grilling. I returned to find the condo empty and noticed the sliding glass doors off the kitchen slightly a jar. I headed toward them and found Alaric standing outside in front of the grill. I cautiously stepped out onto the stone patio. A large, built-in grill was surrounded by tan and light brown bricks with a beautiful countertop. It made a large L shape and had a dark, wooden canopy over it. Across from it was an oversized umbrella with four patio chairs made of a dark wicker with light brown cushions beneath. Matching ottomans sat in front of each