A RED ROOM II

(Jack’s Pov)

Aaron?

You had to be fucking kidding me. Aaron had paid for me?

I couldn’t fucking believe it. I stood, back to the door, my fingers flexing harshly. Why was he suddenly everywhere around me? Did he know who I was under this mask?

He couldn’t. I didn’t use my name at the club and I was wearing a fucking mask right now.

Still, I couldn't do it. I had fucked some questionable people for my job but one of the school’s biggest, antisocial nerds? No. I couldn’t.

I started to walk.

But I didn’t go further than three steps when something stopped me. Fuck me, the money he'd paid.

I wanted it, and I wanted it bad. I'd already planned out how I was going to spend it in my head and I wanted it in my hands.

I gritted my teeth. Maybe I could find someone else for tonight. But they probably wouldn’t be willing to drop so much money unplanned. If I could scrounge something up, it would not be as much as the money bags currently sitting in that room.

Fuck! I wanted to punch him so hard I knocked the wind out of his stupid face.

But the money…

Groaning harshly, I turned back to face the closed door. My breathing slowed down the longer I stared at it.

He wouldn’t know though.

Aaron would never know it was me. He would never be able to hold it over my head, and I would.

This could be a little bit of information for me to have under my belt. I hadn’t even known he was gay but now I had confirmed something even more humiliating about him; he was a virgin.

I chuckled to myself. A lot of the school were probably still virgins themselves but they would thoroughly eat him up and spit him out.

Besides, I couldn’t deny I was curious now.

So if I thought about it, I had more reasons to go back in than to leave…

I took a deep breath, made sure my mask was fastened tightly and went back inside.

I must have been gone for maybe five minutes but Aaron hadn’t moved. He sat in the middle of the bed, hands on his thighs waiting, as if he was about to see the dentist. “Did you uh, need to get something?” He asked, his voice small.

I nodded. I couldn't risk recognizing my voice.

Then I just stood there at the door, watching him. Groaning under my breath, I shut the door and then locked it, walking into the room.

I was actually doing this.

I had a feeling he would be the hardest client I’d had to take.

Stopping in front of him, I went down to my knees. I pulled him closer to the edge of the bed, grabbing his hands and placing them on my chest with none of the sensuality I usually did.

“Oh,” he muttered.

Mine over his, I moved his hands around my chest. I’d found that it made clients more comfortable knowing they could touch me but for Aaron I hadn’t been able to muster up a smile.

His hands were warm, hesitant, and perhaps it was because of some part of me feeling like I shouldn’t be doing this but I shuddered.

He looked up and caught my gaze with a small smile, as if he knew he was the cause of that reaction. It ruffled me.

He was… but I resented it.

I needed to get him hard, then loose so I could get the fuck out of here.

I placed his hands behind my back so I could lean in and place my lips against his neck. I didn’t plan to but I found myself nipping at the soft skin there, using my teeth instead of my lips.

Aaron moaned, beginning to pant.

My brow arched, my head still buried in his neck. Did Aaron like pain?

And the more important question, how much of it could he take?

I went down his neck, sure I’d leave a few marks as my hands slid down his front, all the way down, to rest over his dick.

Well well well, what do we have here?

It gave me no joy to admit it but he was big, way bigger than I would have risked betting my money on.

The moment my hands touched him he let out a shaky moan, his hips rolling into my hand. The sound settled in my head and, to my indignation I felt myself getting… hard.

Fuck, no! There was no way anything fucking Aaron did would turn me on. Not the moaning, not the panting, not the droopy eyes that expected pleasure…

I nipped at his skin again, and he gave me another moan.

I, at least, needed to get him hard before me.

My hands slipped inside his underwear, wrapping around the tip of his dick and Aaron jerked in my hands. “I— oh!”

I wondered how he’d feel if he found out I was the one with a hand around his dick. I gripped tighter, pissed at the situation I was in.

That should have hurt… instead, Aaron moaned again, his hands finding my shoulders.

If only this dick wasn’t fucking Aaron whatever-his-last-name-was, I might have enjoyed this. He seemed like he’d be fun to play with, even without the large catch incentive.

Too bad.

By the time I swiped my closed fist over the length of his dick once, he was rock hard.

I could almost chuckle. Today was the first day I’d glimpsed he might have some sort of a personality. He usually seemed so reserved, annoyingly self-righteous. But here he was now, thrusting into the hand of a whore.

Hands feathered over my jaw, coaxing my head up. Distracted by my thoughts, as well as the ministrations of my hands, I obliged.

I didn’t see it coming.

Aaron’s lips slid between mine softly. It took a second more to realize he was kissing me.

What the fuck?

I pulled away immediately, my brows turning downward behind my mask.