Chapter 7
Julien
I can tell Romeo is skittish about my plans.
No doubt I’m probably a ‘ too good to be true’ moment.
I thought he’d like the nice hotel I picked out, but he’s clearly insecure about it all.
Can’t say I blame him, and I should’ve known better.
It’s another reminder of our different worlds.
What I’ve hired him for is unusual, too.
Once he has some fun, he’ll lighten up. Well, I hope so.
I’d like him to enjoy himself as much as I plan to.
He looks down at his body and smooths his hands across his chest and abs. “Yeah, maybe if I’m your companion, I shouldn’t look like a sex worker.”
“You look fine, but for now, let’s try to find you something in my suitcase.”
My fingers curl beneath his cropped T-shirt, and I lift it over his head, tossing it onto the floor.
His bi-colored eyes watch me, looking curious more than anything.
I wonder if anyone has ever been kind to him.
Hell, no one’s been kind to me either, but I have privilege, status, and money, where he has none of those things.
His life is more caged than mine. Soon, we’ll both be free birds.
I trace along the bruise on his side before turning his back to me.
There’s a bruise next to his kidneys, which looks fresh.
My molars grind against each other, seeing all the places he’s been hurt.
Why the fuck do people find pleasure in hurting others?
There are so many monsters out there. Why should anyone have to live like this?
Why should they be forced to sell their bodies?
Hell, he’s not doing this to earn money.
His handler provides below the bare fucking minimum.
I may not have been exposed to the rough side of life, but I understand enough that Romeo was most likely trafficked. As much as I want to steal him away and save him from this world and others like him, I just can’t.
As I gently explore his skin, it breaks out into goosebumps. He has defined abs, but he’s skinny. That bastard should feed him more, and I plan to do just that.
Romeo’s head has fallen forward, his fists are clenched, and he’s stiff.
“Is this okay?” I ask, my hands landing on his narrow hips.
“Yeah, it’s…”
“It’s what?”
“People don’t… touch me. Not like you are.”
“You should be. Everyone needs touch, kindness.”
He shakes his head, his long blond strands swaying. “No, I’m just a hooker. I’m not worth all this.”
Another simmering rage ignites. The same rage I felt when I learned his handler wanted to add beating to his list of things they can do to Romeo.
I spin him back around to look at me. “Is that what that fucker tells you? Your handler?”
Romeo nods slowly, looking away from me.
I place my palm on his cheek and pull him back to look at me. “Don’t listen to him. He’s intentionally trying to keep you down and dependent. He’s a pervert and an abuser. That’s all he is. No, that’s not all he is. He’s a parasite. I’m very familiar with fucking parasites.”
My hands roam over his skin and down to his shorts.
I pop the button before pulling down the zipper.
I told him no sex tonight, but I want to suck him off, or attempt to, considering I’ve never sucked cock before.
It’s a craving that has a sudden chokehold on me.
I need to taste him. I have no idea what I’m fucking doing.
Who cares how much gay porn I’ve watched?
It’s not the same as actually doing it. All that I know is what I like.
Hopefully, Romeo will guide me the rest of the way.
My breath catches when I see the pink panties on him.
That was not expected, but it’s greatly appreciated.
I never thought it would be something I was into, especially after Cherry, but this is different.
“I fucking love these. Do you wear them for yourself, or does your handler make you wear them?” I must know. It’s important.
“Uhm, me, but… to make more money. It’s not something I’d probably choose for myself.”
That settles it. He doesn’t like them, so he shouldn’t have to wear them. “We’ll get you underwear that you prefer to wear, too, okay?”
His pretty eyes still look at me as if I’m a mirage. I can imagine his handler dangling a carrot in front of Romeo with promises of things he’ll never deliver on.
“Okay,” is all he says.
Since the denim shorts are tight, I have to yank them down around his ankles. I ease onto my knees and glance up at him as I slip my fingers into the waistband of his panties.
“Wait,” he says, reaching for my armpits to pull me back up. “What are you doing?”
He can’t lift me because he doesn’t have the strength. His eyes are wide, and his jaw is dropped. I press my palm against his cock, cupping him. “Can I taste you?”
“Uh…”
“Is it extra? I can pay you.”
“No, this is part of our agreement, I guess. It’s legit weird for me, though.”
I let go of him and rest my hands on my lap. “Okay.” I really fucking want this, but he shouldn’t be uncomfortable. It’s more fun when they’re into it, too, not forced.
“No one’s ever sucked me off before.”
“You haven’t had a client like me who wanted to try it?”
He shakes his head and gnaws on his bottom lip.
I’m not going to pressure him. As I try to stand, he rests a hand on my shoulder. “No, it’s okay.”
My heart and breathing kick up. “You sure?”
“God, this is… I’m not used to people asking me what I want, respecting boundaries, or wanting to please me.” Consent is not even a thing in my life. It’s gonna take some getting used to. I’m used to people taking what they want and then discarding me.
I breathe out a sigh, trying to rein in my frustration with how he’s been treated.
I’m not sure what I expected when I hired a hooker, but this wasn’t it.
Humans can be so cruel to each other. And honestly, I’m not much better.
Life has left me a bitter asshole, so much so that I hate myself for existing.
I hate everything about this life. My life.
I just want to see some fucking good for a change. I need to know that it exists.
My fingers curl again into the elastic band of his panties. “You sure?” I ask once more.
His nod is more confident than what he’s showing me in his mismatched eyes. “Yes.”
“Will you tell me if I’m doing it right or wrong?”
“Yeah, sure.”
“And tell me to stop if you don’t like it, okay?”
“Yeah.”
I drag his panties down over his cock that’s starting to swell and leave them wrapped around his knees. At least he’s getting turned on despite his misgivings.
This is the first time I’ve been face-to-face with a dick. Sure, I was surrounded by them while on the swim team, but I never dropped to my fucking knees and worshiped one. Can you imagine?
Romeo’s cock isn’t thick or long, but as it grows with my nearness and touch, it swells beautifully. It’s as smooth and creamy as the rest of his skin. In fact, it looks like velvet with a cute head that’s flushed pink. I was hoping it was nestled in a bed of hair, but he’s completely shaven.
“Grow out the hair,” I tell him. “Don’t shave down here anymore.”
“Why?”
“I want you as you. You’re not supposed to be bald down here.”
“Okay, I guess.”
“Only if you want to, Romeo.”
“I will.”
His fingers instantly curl into my hair when I press my nose between his nuts and thigh. I take a deep breath of him, smelling of sex, sugar, and coconut. He smells like a fucking coconut macaroon, and I’m suddenly addicted.
My body grows hot, and my cock is trying to punch through my jeans. How does a smell fucking turn me on? I assumed I would prefer cologne, and while I do like it, give me all the sugar and sweetness.
My hands land on his ass, and I squeeze the globes as I swipe the underside of his dick. It’s hot on my tongue and a little salty. It’s moving around too much, so I grab hold of it while keeping my other hand firmly planted on his bubbly ass.
When I curl my tongue around the head, a cute whimper escapes him. Emboldened by his reaction, I swallow him down as far as I can. With my inexperience, I can’t deep-throat him, but by the sound of it, Romeo doesn’t seem to mind. Or I hope not.
At first, I assume he’s making noises for my benefit because it’s his job to do that, but the more I suck, the tighter he snags on my hair, and he thrusts in my mouth. It feels genuine, anyway.
“Suck a little harder, grab me tighter,” he rasps. “But you’re doing so good.”
Instead of doing as he instructs, I pop off and look up at him. I’m not sure I believe him. The first blow job I ever had sucked, pun intended. Cherry didn’t like doing it at first until she got good at it. Sometimes she’d suck me off so that I wouldn’t be in the mood for sex.
He cards my hair and pulls it away from my forehead, looking back down at me. “Trust me,” he whispers as if sensing my doubt. “You can’t do this wrong.”
“You can.”
His shoulders drop, and he smiles down at me. “You’re right. I guess you can, but you’re not.”
“Don’t lie to me, okay?”
Romeo’s thick, dark brows bunch in the middle. “I won’t.”
I’m sure I’m being fucking weird. He doesn’t know me, my quirks, or the real reason I’m here. He only knows what he needs to know.
I return to sucking him down, doing my best to focus on sensitive areas that I know I like, especially right along the edge of the head.
It beads with pre-cum, and I lick it away.
It’s earthy, salty, and a little bitter, with a sweet aftertaste.
Combine that with his sugary smell, and I could eat him all day.
Eventually, I find my rhythm, and he finds his. My first blow job is sloppy and awkward, and there’s so much drool, but I think he’s liking it. I know I am. I trust him to correct me if I’m doing it wrong.
Soon, his heavy breathing and his fingers tugging at my hair—hard enough to hurt—fuel me to push myself. It boosts my confidence that I’m doing this right.
A guttural groan escapes him before he taps my shoulder. “Stop… gonna come.”
I debate popping off him, not because I don’t want to swallow his cum, but he’s still a sex worker at the end of the day. Since I saw his clear test results and I’ve tasted his pre-cum, I suck him harder instead. It’s not like it will matter when this is over.
Romeo’s cock gets hotter and harder, then a flood of hot cum fills my mouth. I gather it all on my tongue before swallowing it down in one gulp. The jury is out on whether I like swallowing, but I will because I know I like it when it’s done to me, and I’m sure he does, too.
I yank off my T-shirt and wipe off the saliva covering my hand and his cock. Before I stand, I pull up his panties, then his shorts next. Once I get them buttoned and zipped, I stand and wipe my mouth with my hand.
Romeo is unmoving while hugging himself and not looking at me. In fact, he’s turned away enough that I can’t see his face. That doesn’t bode well. Does he have regrets? Did I make him too uncomfortable? Did he hate it? Just because he came doesn’t mean he was totally into it.
I touch his bare shoulder, but he shrugs me off.
Not to be deterred, I place my hand on his cheek to force him to look at me.
He fights me. Still, I need to make sure he’s okay.
Yeah, I’m paying him, but I refuse to treat him the same way my friends and girlfriend have treated me.
Romeo deserves respect. What he does for a living isn’t easy, and I’m not sure I could do it.
“Hey.”
“Please…” The word that escapes him sounds so painful.
“Please, what, Romeo?”
His hand rushes to his mouth while he fights to keep me from seeing his face. It’s a stifled sob that has me moving to face him.
“I’m so sorry. This isn’t what you paid for.”
I gently pull his hands away and grab his face to make him look at me, but he keeps his wet and red-rimmed eyes averted as his lips tremble, fighting back the tears, but fails miserably.
“No, I’m the one who should be sorry. I made you uncomfortable.”
Romeo shakes his head, and his eyes finally meet mine. “It’s not you. You were so good and nice. Hot. That was so hot. Yeah. Definitely. I… Since we’ve met, I’ve been… off. You’re throwing me off my game, and I don’t know what to do. I’m a sex worker, dammit, not a simpering idiot.”
“You’re doing fine, Romeo. You are not a simpering idiot. You’re a man with feelings. God, I wish I could feel again. I hired you to be my companion and to be yourself. And yes, while you’re a prostitute, you’re doing exactly what I need and want.”
He’s still holding himself, but his body is less tight, and he sniffs. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Just know that it’s not you. I really liked it. You did great, not that I have any experience in getting blown.”
I smile crookedly at him. “Well, then, we both had some firsts. Who would’ve thunk?” I’m still holding his face, and I finally get a smile from him. “I want to kiss you again. Can I?”
He nods, and I lean forward, close to his mouth. When our lips meet, I’m more confident this time. His lips are as sweet as he smells. It must be that lip gloss he put on earlier. It tastes like marshmallows.
I deepen the kiss and force my tongue into his mouth. Romeo opens up to me and lets me control things. His fingers dig into my arms as I bend him back. My hold on him is tight enough to keep him from falling. Even if he doesn’t do it a lot, he kisses me back like we’ve been doing it for years.
Reluctantly, I pull away and run my hands over the smooth skin on his shoulders and arms.
The way he looks at me with those gorgeous eyes, and how beautiful he is, sucks me into him. I know right then I chose right. He’s going to be perfect for me. He already is.
“Let’s get you dressed and go have some fun.”
Romeo bites his bottom lip and smiles, exposing teeth that need braces. They’re cute in a crooked way. He rushes to cover his mouth with his hand, hiding them, but at least he looks a lot more relaxed now.
“Don’t,” I tell him. “Don’t hide them.”
His hand slowly falls from his mouth, and while he’s still smiling, he tucks them behind his full lips. “Okay.”
Romeo reaches for my jeans to undo them, but I grasp his wrists and shake my head. “No, it’s fine.”
“But don’t you want to come too?”
“Yes, but later.”
“But you’re hard.”
“True, but it’ll go away. I’m ready to get out there.”
“When we get back?”
“Yeah, maybe.”
You can definitely tell the difference in Romeo between when I first met him earlier today and now.
He was his sex worker self at first, but the real version of him is riddled with insecurity and sweetness.
I hate that he’s insecure, but the sweetness part surprises me.
It all surprises me and draws me to him more.
I have a feeling these next two weeks will be worth it all in the end.