Chapter 1 Biting Heads #2
Knowing I’d reached his limit brought me a strange sense of relief. I slowly dragged my dick through his bruised flesh and let the pleasure wipe my mind clean for a few frantic heartbeats.
When I poured my cum into him, I remained inside.
I didn’t soften. Not yet. That was the thing with a shifter’s stamina—rarely could a human omega satisfy me.
One of the many reasons I paid Seth for his insatiable, resilient body and compliant mind instead of trying to date.
Circling my hips, I stretched him out wider, then I pulled out and flopped onto the second recliner, running my hand up and down my slippery cock.
My guest got up on shaky legs and went around the pool to the bar to pour us both a drink, whiskey for me and a gin cooler for him. He winced when he sat down next to me.
“I apologize,” I muttered, guilt nagging at me. “We can leave it at this. You’re sore.”
Wiggling his butt, Seth grinned. “I told you I wanted it rough, and when I asked you to slow down, you did. You have nothing to apologize for. I’ll be good to go again in a few minutes.”
“You seemed to be in pain when you sat.”
“I overdid it at the gym last night. Leg day.” He winked. “I still want your cock.”
Thank fuck. “Glad you’re okay.”
He squinted at me, sipping his cooler, then he shook his head, smirking.
“You’re a strange one, Mr. Sullivan.”
I raised my eyebrows. “Am I?”
He shrugged noncommittally. “Not my typical client.”
“A single, busy man of a certain age and financial means. I thought I was the sex trade cliché.”
“Not at all. Most alphas hire escorts not because they can’t find a date, but because they enjoy having the power without putting in any effort. They want to use a body for pleasure without consequences.”
“That’s exactly what I’m doing.”
“Not really. You fuck me, but that’s it. You don’t get off on controlling me or humiliating me because I’m a whore you paid to do whatever you want. You don’t get off on the transaction. You just want simple cock-in-hole sex, like it’s a brushing of teeth.”
“I’ve tied you up a few times.”
He pointed a finger at me. “But you didn’t dominate me. No power exchange, no role play, nothing. You only worked to get us both off. Again, like a brushing of teeth. At the same time, you’re an attractive man who could date anyone and get his fix for free.”
I chuckled. “What I don’t pay you for is therapy, Seth.”
“You’re a nagging mystery to me.”
He had no idea what mysteries I was hiding.
“Why do you hire escorts, Mr. Sullivan?”
“Because it’s easy.”
“But you’re bored with it. It doesn’t satisfy you.”
I scoffed. “Your hole is oozing my cum as we speak.”
“That’s not satisfaction,” he cried, waving his hand dismissively. “That’s a mere physical release.”
“Why do you work as an escort, Seth?”
He narrowed his eyes, shaking his head. “Nuh-uh. We’re talking about you.”
“You are talking about me. And I have no idea why.”
“Like I said, you don’t fit the typical sex buyer profile, and I’ve been trying to figure you out for months.”
“I don’t have the least interest in talking about this.”
Seth finished his drink. “Spoilsport.”
“You’re getting rude, Seth.”
“And yet you still haven’t spanked me.” He winked. Did he want me to spank him? I could do that. But he stood abruptly, and I dismissed the idea. “Can I swim in your pool?” he asked.
“Sure. Just shower first, please.”
He threw me a “duh” look. Maybe he was insolent, just a little.
After taking a quick shower in the downstairs bathroom, he came back, naked, and dove into the pool without another word. I watched him do a few laps, then he climbed out and lay on the tiles, spreading his legs.
“I’m good to go.”
During the second round, I could truly enjoy the sensations without frustration and anger muddling my brain.
I went deep and hard, once again grateful for Seth’s generous build, and savored the pliant flesh massaging my length.
With his legs folded to his chest, Seth shook in my grip, crying out, his muscles tensing.
I didn’t want him to get uncomfortable too soon.
I grabbed his little cock in my fist, and he relaxed, moaning contentedly. I fucked two more orgasms out of him.
After a powerful climax of my own, I pulled out and wiped the worst of the mess with the towel.
Then I sat back, dipping my feet in the cool water, and reached for my unfinished drink.
The whiskey burned on my tongue and warmed my cold chest while I looked my fill.
Seth knew what I was after. He held his legs under his knees, leaving his crease open for me.
My cum slowly trickled out of his loose hole, together with a river of slick.
His stretched rim was red and swollen. He looked like a porn star after a gang bang.
“You okay?”
“Yes.” He gave me a lazy smile. “You always make me come the hardest. Thank you.”
“You don’t have to flatter me.”
“It’s not flattery. You have a great dick and know how to use it. I’m always looking forward to our sessions.”
“Even though it’s just simple cock-in-hole sex?”
“You’re efficient and straightforward, taking your pleasure but making sure I get mine as well. I have zero complaints.”
“Next you’re going to tell me I’m your favorite client.”
“You’re not. But you’re among the top three.”
I laughed. “Well, you’re among my top three companions.” Actually, he was the only one remaining. He took whatever I dished out, didn’t pause over my subtle anatomical disparities compared to human alphas, and didn’t seem bothered by my occasional crass behavior.
Downing the rest of the whiskey, I stood and tugged him up as well. After the long fuck, Seth felt noodle-like against me. I handed him the towel while supporting him around his waist. By the time he was wrapped in it, he stood confidently on his feet.
“I’m sure you want your privacy now.”
I did. “Do you have a driver waiting for you?” It was one of the safe measures the agency provided—the drivers usually waited for the escorts outside the property.
“He should be by the gate. I’ll text him when I’m dressed.” He collected his clothes. “My employer is organizing a party this Friday, in the Rosebud club. I believe you’ve received an invitation.”
I paused. I had received it and briefly considered it.
I used to frequent some high-class sex parties in Ardaine—one of my many attempts to kill time while waiting for the one who wasn’t coming—but it’d been a couple of years since I’d been to one.
Was Seth asking me out? Was he interested in me as more than just a client?
Did those questions he asked earlier have a deeper meaning than he’d admitted? I had to shut that down resolutely.
“I don’t want to change the nature of our interactions,” I said.
Seth grinned. “Relax. I already have a date for the occasion. I simply think you should do something to shake things up a little. Many local celebrities are coming in disguise. Plus, the boys who work for our agency have a right to choose which clients get an invitation. It’s a way to limit the number of less reasonable people.
For your information, I personally vouched for you.
It’s a great event, Mr. Sullivan. Loads of beautiful omegas looking for no-strings sex. Think about it.”
How arrogant was I? I thought he was hitting on me when he simply felt sorry for me. Even my escort was trying to fix me up with someone. I dragged a hand down my face. “I will. Thanks for tonight.”
“Definitely my pleasure,” Seth said pleasantly over his shoulder, already walking to the bathroom. He’d let himself out when he was done.
I showered in my ensuite upstairs. When I returned to the living room, Seth was gone.
A couple of stained wet towels were neatly folded by the edge of the pool, and the recliners were straightened out.
On the dark tile in front of them, I spotted a few drops that obviously weren’t water.
Cum and slick. I dipped a corner of one towel into the pool and wiped the drops off.
I’d bring the towels to the laundry room later.
All the traces of my visitor were now erased. How long had he stayed? An hour and a half? Maybe I should have taken him to the sex room and done a longer session.
The house felt empty as I strolled around and watered my plants.
It was the one task I’d told my staff to leave up to me.
I liked the quiet and comfort of the routine.
While I was at it, I clipped off a few stray aerial roots of the sprawling monstera by the pool.
Then I downed another drink and dove into the water.
I was pleasantly sated, but it wasn’t even midnight.
If I fell asleep now, I’d be up and pacing at four.
Swimming soothed me the same way flying did.
Maybe it stimulated the same part of my brain because, together with Seth’s visits, it kept me in a tolerable mood.
Except it seemed that despite the impersonal nature of our encounters, Seth was getting to know me, and that unsettled me.
Having one sexual partner long term was a definite liability, and I’d gotten complacent.
Feeling lonely right after he’d left was another warning sign.
Maybe I should go to the party.