Cole, page 6
I had some regular clients, and I had some who booked me a handful of times a year. Enough that I recognized them. That could be a good thing or a bad thing, depending on the guy.
Like Alec Snow. Yeah, that Alec Snow—the lead singer of 7 Dragons. He was on tour most of the time, but whenever he was in town, he was hitting me up. The sex was all right, and he was a nice guy who tipped well. We were friendly enough that he’d hooked me up with tickets to see his band several times, and whenever I saw his name on a booking, I did a little fist pump because… Look, I liked sex and money as much as the next guy, and I didn’t deny it.
There was the CEO of some tech giant who liked to take out his insecurities on hired help, including those he hired to help him get off. He’d booked me three times before I’d blacklisted him. There was a function on Emerald City where Gentlemen could leave comments on profiles, and those comments were only visible to other Gentlemen. Comments from other guys were how I’d decided to nope the hell out of letting Parker’s asshole teammate book me, and I’d left comments on profiles myself. I’d posted on other profiles to the effect of “He says he’s not into kink, but he will push for it” or “He’s fine when he’s on weed, but if you smell booze, GTFO.” On the CEO’s profile, my comment was “accept a booking if you want to spend the whole night hearing how ugly, slutty, cheap, and disgusting you are, and not in a ‘talking shit because it’s kinky’ kind of way.” Enough said.
And then there was this twat on Mercer Island who called himself a “socialite” because “lazy-ass son of a billionaire” or “overindulged oxygen thief who incorrectly believes he’s God’s gift to the world” weren’t quite as flattering. Don’t get me wrong—he wasn’t an asshole the way that CEO guy was. In fact, we actually had some interesting conversations, and he could be seriously funny sometimes. But there was something to be said for someone who had literal billions, lived near a city with an exploding homeless problem, and couldn’t think of anything to do with all that money except drink, fuck, and buy things that went fast. Anyway, I saw him maybe three times a year, and I usually donated what he gave me because it was about the only way any of his money was ever going to help anyone.
Some clients were more memorable than others, for better or worse, and it wasn’t at all unusual for me to be thinking about our previous encounters as I walked up to their front doors. Sometimes that meant an excited flutter in my stomach. Sometimes it was a barely suppressed oh God, not this waste of lube again.
All of that said, I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been this thrilled to be returning to a client.
In the elevator on the way up to Parker’s floor, I was literally biting back a grin. Another night with a hot man who wanted me to teach him how to have a good time in bed?
Don’t mind if I do.
It didn’t help that I’d watched his game last night. Now that I’d seen him on the ice—now that I’d seen him throw down on the ice—I wanted him to get rough with me.
Bring that aggression into the bedroom, baby. Let me see what you’ve got.
He probably wasn’t ready for that, but maybe he’d keep me coming around until he was. A boy could dream, anyway. If I couldn’t find a boyfriend who’d keep me around, an eager, sexy client who kept booking me was the next best thing, right?
At Parker’s door, I stopped for a deep breath to slow my racing heart. It didn’t help, especially not after I knocked and I heard him coming toward the door.
I closed my eyes for another quick attempt to pull it together a second before he opened the door.
“Hey,” he said with that sweet, shy smile.
“Hey.” I grinned. “It’s good to—oh, wow. That’s a hell of a bruise.”
He touched just below the mark on his cheek, and he shrugged as the smile turned sheepish. “Eh, comes with the job.”
Oh, I know. And I’m not sure how to tell you what it did to me, watching you get scrappy on the ice like that.
I cleared my throat as he waved me into the condo. “Does it hurt? I mean, of course it hurts, but like, how bad?”
“It was sore as hell yesterday.” He closed the door behind us. “Now I forget it’s there unless I bump it or something, but even then, it’s not bad.” He chuckled and held up his hand. “This kind of sucks, though.”
The bruise mottling his knuckles around a painful-looking cut… should not have made my spine tingle like that. If he’d been in a bar fight or something, then bad-boy kink be damned, I might’ve backed away, thinking this was someone with an actual violent streak. But he was a hockey player. Fighting during a game was a thing, and I got the impression that most players were completely different on and off the ice. After last night’s game, I was even a believer that Luca’s super gentle boyfriend turned into a hot, sweaty Mr. Hyde when he had his skates on.
So it didn’t unnerve me the way it would have with someone whose job didn’t involve the odd brawl. Especially not after I’d gotten a little hot under the collar watching him gnashing his teeth at that other guy.
What is wrong with me? Seriously?
I muffled a cough. “Jesus. You didn’t pull your punches, did you?”
Laughing, Parker looked at his hand. Then he shrugged and lowered it. “No, I didn’t. But this? I, um… I actually hit the bench. I mean, I got a couple of shots in, but the cut? That was from the bench in the penalty box.”
“Yeah, you did kind of look pissed off on the way in there.”
Parker straightened, and my teeth snapped shut. Crap.
“You… Were you watching?”
I swallowed. “I, um… One of my friends likes hockey. So we, um…”
“Oh.” He blushed again. “That didn’t weird you out? Watching me, uh…”
“No.” With a smile, I stepped closer. “You’re hot when you’re scrappy.”
Parker laughed, his cheeks glowing now as he slid his hands over my waist. “Hot? Really?”
I shrugged, and I didn’t try to explain it or apologize for it.
He chuckled, lifted his chin, and… Oh, yes. That was what I’d been so excited about. Wrapping my arms around him, I kissed him back, and I didn’t think too hard about whether a client and I should be kissing like this. I definitely wasn’t going to tip him off about it. God, he’d be a force to be reckoned with when he finally had the confidence to start branching out into clubs and apps.
Any man you kiss like this is going to be yours to lose.
With a shiver, Parker broke the kiss, and his voice was ragged as he whispered, “I’ve been looking forward to that all week.”
“Yeah?” I licked my lips. “Is that all you’ve been looking forward to?”
“Not even close.” He leaned back in. “But damn, I love this part.”
And he was off and running again, kissing me like boyfriends had never even kissed me.
Can we just make out on the couch tonight? Hell, I’ll pay you.
Oh, but that wasn’t what he had in mind. After his mouth had weakened my knees and electrified my spine, he drew back and met my gaze. In a shaky voice, he said, “I want to do more tonight.”
Anything. Say the word.
“Okay.” I tried to gather my thoughts and be a damn professional. “You have something in particular in mind?”
“I, um…” His cheeks colored.
It didn’t take a mind reader. What was it about anal that made some guys blush and stammer when they tried to say it was what they wanted, especially when they were inexperienced?
Grinning, I ran my hands up his back and pretended the firm muscles under his shirt didn’t scramble my brain. “You want to fuck?”
Parker gulped, but he nodded. “Yeah.” He paused before quickly adding, “I really want to try bottoming, but maybe not… Not yet, you know?”
“That’s okay. Like I said in my texts, I’m vers.” I reached into my back pocket, and when I held up a condom between two fingers, Parker’s whole body tensed. “If you’ve got lube, I’m ready to go.”
He stared at the gold square for a moment before he found his voice. “Yeah. Yeah, I’ve… I’ve got lube.” He gestured clumsily toward the hall. “In… Next to the bed.”
“Maybe we should go where the lube is, then.”
“Good idea. Let’s do that.”
I chuckled, and I followed him down the familiar hallway into his bedroom. Just walking through the door made my heart pound with anticipation. Virgin clients were more common than people realized, so this wasn’t something new per se, but he was new. He was a triple threat—sexy, eager, and talented as hell with his mouth. Yes, please.
As he pulled off his shirt, some of that uncertainty from the first night crept back into his expression. “I, um… I’ve watched this a lot. In porn.” He flinched as if he thought I might judge him for looking at porn. “I know it takes a lot of lube and we should start slow, but you’ll have to guide me.”
I nodded, unbuttoning my own shirt. “Of course. Honestly, it’s pretty straightforward. Use a ton of lube, start with fingers or a toy, and keep going until I’m relaxed enough to take your dick.” I shrugged off my shirt and put it aside. “Then go in nice and slow and take it from there.”
“Oh.” He sounded out of breath, and his hands weren’t quite steady as he unbuckled his belt. “That… That doesn’t sound so hard.”
“Nah. It’s not. Especially for the top.” Alarm flashed in his eyes, so I quickly added, “Bottoming is easy—it just takes a little getting used to.” I grinned. “Don’t worry. You’ll get there.”
“Any chance I’ll get there with you?”
You won’t have to twist my arm to top that beautiful ass. “Everything we do is up to you, so if it’s what you want…”
He swallowed, but he nodded, and we kept undressing. He probably would worry about it. I didn’t blame him; I’d tied myself in knots worrying about whether I’d be able to handle bottoming. It was easy now, and I loved it, but it was intimidating at first, especially for anyone who’d heard a horror story or three like I had. Or if their only exposure to it was porn…
“Keep in mind,” I said, “neither of us is packing what guys in porn usually do.”
“Oh. Huh. Yeah, that’s true.”
“Trust me—I’ve bottomed for plenty of guys, but those dudes?” Grimacing, I shook my head.
Parker laughed, sounding relieved, and he climbed naked into his bed. “I’m glad it’s not just me. I’ve watched a few where all I could think was ‘that looks like it hurts.’”
“Right? That’s why the amateur stuff is better. They don’t look like they had dick transplants from large livestock.”
He barked a laugh. “You mean like when the other guy is giving head and it looks like he’s unhinged his jaw?”
“Ugh. Yes. No, thank you.” I finished undressing and joined him in bed, sliding in close to him. “Fortunately, you hit the jackpot with me and my completely average dick.”
He reached between us and ran a couple of fingertips down my hardening shaft, making me gasp. “If this is average,” he said against my lips, “then bring on average.”
Before I could respond, we were kissing, and… and… fuck whatever witty retort I might’ve had. Two bookings into this, and I was already wrapped around his finger and hooked on the way he kissed, and I wasn’t even sorry about it. Get paid to wind up this beautiful man until he fucks me? Why, yes, I will…
He touched his forehead to mine. “So, you’re serious? About, um… About fucking tonight?”
I wriggled in his arms, restless with need. “If that’s what you want, you better believe it.”
“It is,” he said on a low moan. “Fuck, yes.”
“You want to dive into it now?” I cupped his rock-hard dick and teased it gently. “Or fool around a bit more first?”
“I, um…” He closed his eyes as he sucked in a sharp breath, as if I were distracting him too much to let him speak. “I’ve been… The last few days…” He squirmed against me, thrusting into my hand. “Been thinking about it like crazy.”
Oh, yes please…
“Then let’s not wait.” I brushed a kiss across his lips. “Go ahead and put on the condom. Easier to do it now than stop after you’ve prepped me and we’re ready to go.”
“Oh. Good idea.” He picked up the condom off the nightstand where I’d left it. The wrapper gave him grief for a second or two, but he finally got it open. He didn’t ask how to put it on, so either he’d tried a few—something I’d done myself before I’d gotten physical with someone—or he’d read the directions. Or paid really close attention to a porno. Hell, there were probably YouTube tutorials on the subject by now. Whatever the case, he rolled it on easily, leaving the small pocket on the end like he was supposed to.
“Okay.” I grinned. “So now…” I got up onto my knees. “Put some lube on your fingers.”
Nervousness flickered across his expression, but he nodded and picked up the bottle. Then he knelt behind me. “So, just… I mean, start with one finger? Go slow?”
I nodded. “Exactly. Start small and go slow.”
He grunted in acknowledgment.
Admittedly, I was nervous myself. Someone who was new at this could be too rough, too eager. I also didn’t want to make him more nervous by micromanaging him until he lost all his hard-won confidence. Trial and error had always worked best for me in situations like this; the error part just sucked sometimes.
The lube bottle clicked shut, and Parker rested a hand on my hip.
Turned out, I didn’t need to worry about error on his part. He must not have been kidding when he said he’d done this to himself. His fingers were light at first, teasing in little circles before he carefully pressed one in. After a while, he added a second.
I bottomed enough that I didn’t need a lot of prep, but it was better for Parker to be in the habit of erring on the side of too much. That way when he was with someone else, he wouldn’t inadvertently hurt them out of simply not realizing how much some guys needed. If the next guy didn’t want or need as much, fine. But Parker was going to learn with me how to do it right with someone who did need it.
And it wasn’t like I didn’t enjoy this part. Or like this part didn’t make it super hard to remember that I was supposed to be guiding him and not just enjoying the stretch and the slide and oh fuck, this felt so good. There was just something erotic about a man carefully and slowly fingering me so I could take him. The gentleness of it, and the anticipation, and the patience… All while he was, if he was anything like me when I topped, desperate to have his cock buried deep inside. I loved all of it.
After ages had gone by and I’d completely lost myself in his slow, gentle strokes, Parker said, “Is this… Do you think this is enough?”
Enough? For what? What was—
Oh, right.
He’d been prepping me. This hadn’t been the main attraction. Wild. And he was waiting for me to tell him what to do next. Jesus, who’d put me in charge of anything while I was getting fingered?
Nodding, I said, “Yeah. I think… I think you’re good.” As he withdrew his fingers, I closed my eyes and shivered, but I found my brain again and added, “Just take it slow. There’s no hurry.”
He shifted a little, and the blunt pressure against my hole almost made me tense up again. I made sure to breathe, reminding myself he’d been extra careful so far, so there was no reason to believe he’d suddenly just shove it in, pain be damned.
I was right—he eased in so slowly, I finally leaned back to encourage him, and we both swore as he slid in and fuck, his dick felt amazing.
“Oh my God,” he breathed. “I thought this looked hot in porn.”
I laughed, my head spinning as he pressed deeper. “The real thing is… is a million times hotter.”
“Uh-huh.” He exhaled hard as he withdrew a little, then pushed in again. “Fuck…” He was probably mesmerized, enjoying the sight of himself sliding in and out, and as far as I was concerned, he could stare at that for as long as he wanted. He was the perfect size for me, and I was more than ready for him. He couldn’t possibly know this was exactly how I did it when I was using a toy, and the slow, easy slide had me ready to melt onto the mattress, and… ungh. Yes. More.
Parker held my hips and moved a little faster. “This okay?”
“Uh-huh.” I closed my eyes as he hit my spot just right. “You can… You can do it pretty hard. I can—oh, yeah. Fuck, yeah, like that!” My elbows almost dropped out from under me as Parker picked up speed and thrust into me. When I’d said he was the perfect size, I’d meant it. Jesus.
“This good?” he asked breathlessly.
“So good. Do… Is it…” Damn it, I couldn’t talk. “For you? Good for you?”
“Oh my God, yeah,” he groaned. “This is amazing.”
Eyes still closed, I let my head fall forward as Parker fucked me just right. I thought about touching myself, but decided not to. I didn’t want to come quite yet. This was about him, and I wanted him to come first.
Holding back was tough, though. I loved bottoming, and Parker was seriously good at topping. He was good at everything so far, and I wasn’t even surprised he was catching on to everything this fast. Sex was intimidating to those who hadn’t done it before, but it wasn’t difficult, and he had the willingness to learn and the desire to please his partner. He wanted to do it right, and he listened to what I wanted. That was pretty much all anyone needed. It wasn’t rocket science.
And oh my God, I’ve been with plenty of experienced men who could learn a lot from this guy.
“Damn it.” Parker’s fingers twitched on my hips. “I don’t… want to come yet.”
“Mmm, sure you do.” I looked over my shoulder. “The sooner you come, the sooner you can recharge and fuck me again.”
He shivered hard, a ragged “oh fuck” slipping off his lips, and he gripped my hips painfully tight as he slammed into me. In seconds, he gasped, forced himself as deep as he could, and shuddered with the force of his powerful orgasm.
Relaxing with a long sigh, he loosened his grasp on my hips. “Whoa…”
