Chapter Five
~Xander~
A s soon as the door slams shut, I march to the bathroom, shedding my clothes along the way. I twist the shower on, then step under, not waiting for the water to heat. I need something to douse the fire burning under my skin. I lift my face, sighing at the cool relief.
It does nothing to dull the ache in my groin however, which seems to serve as a throbbing reminder of what she just made me feel. As the water finally warms, I place one hand on the wall, and use the other to grip the base of my cock. Stroking my hard length, my eyes clench, the memory of her body against mine so fresh it only takes seconds for me to come.
“Fuck!” Roaring out my frustration, I rest my head in the crook of my arm. I cannot allow myself to develop feelings for this girl. She’s a client, and can never be anything more. Feelings don’t bode well for a man like me, and she certainly deserves someone a thousand times better. Rinsing clean, I turn off the water and step out of the shower. I wrap a towel around my waist, run a hand through my dripping hair, clenching my teeth as I realize I’m still fucking hard.
I wait almost two weeks to text her. I almost don’t. But there are ten thousand reasons still sitting in a sealed envelope on my kitchen counter that persuade me. I knew she was getting worried. She had texted three times in the last five days asking about our next lesson. I was an asshole. I ignored every text. I needed space from her. Needed time to wrap a noose around any kind of feelings my heart seemed to think were possible with her. I choked that fucker out and now the only thing in the game was my head. Now, twelve days later, I was finally texting her back. “Ready for your next lesson?”
Her response was instant. She had no idea how to be coy. She just acted on impulse instead of playing games. Which of course, made her all the more attractive. The only way this was going to work, was if I did this at her place, not mine. I needed to be able to get the fuck up and out when our lesson was over. I sure as shit didn’t need her scent on my couch, in my apartment, or anywhere near my bed.
“Tomorrow. 4pm. Give me ur address.”
“I’m staying at my uncle’s apartment. I don’t feel right doing that here.”
Jesus fucking Christ with this girl. Nothing could be easy with her. I glance over at the envelope on the counter and consider it might be better to just return it. The devil on my shoulder feels differently though, a second later my fingers tapping out a reply.
“Then find a place and send me the address. Otherwise, lesson is off.”
This time her response isn’t immediate. After staring at the phone for ten full minutes, I begin to wonder if she’s changed her mind. A surge of disappoint washes over me, my reaction a little unexpected considering I’d made the decision to keep this entirely business. Even more surprising, the way my heart rate increases when she texts an hour later with an address.
The next day, promptly at four, an Uber drops me off in front of the address she sent. Looking up at the building, sitting pretty on Fifth Avenue, directly across from the park, I wonder where the hell these people get their money. A doorman greets me as I approach, and I tell him I’m there to see Ms. Knight. He opens the door and directs me to the elevator, inserting a key below the floor numbers before pressing PH, and then stepping back out. “It will open directly into the apartment, Sir.”
A few minutes later, the door slides open and I step into an empty foyer. “Hello?”
“In here.” Her voice calls from the right, so I tread in that direction, meeting her in the hallway a short distance later.
“Hello.” She clasps her hands in front of her, fidgeting with her fingers. “I see you found it okay.”
“Your uncle’s place?” My gaze travels the length of her, noting she opted for something more conservative this time, dressed in black capris and a loose, mint green tank top.
“My cousin actually.” Her eyes dart over me, her cheeks flushing a light pink. Too fucking innocent. “Jeffrey. He’s out at the Hamptons for the rest of the week.”
“Where do you people get all your fucking money?” This time I muse out loud, as I scan the art work lining the hallway.
“Excuse me?” Her small hand lands at the base of her throat.
“A house in the Hamptons, this apartment, your trust fund, those diamonds in your ears.” I cock my head. “Someone has a lot of money.”
“Oh. Well.” She shrugs. “My mother and my aunt are heirs to Erickson Energy.”
My brow kicks up. Holy shit. That is one of the largest companies in the world. And she grew up buried in the country somewhere? “You’re practically royalty.” I surmise.
“No.” She turns and beckons for me to follow. “I’m just a girl.” She looks over her shoulder as she continues. “A little girl, according to you.”
Noticing how good her ass looks as I trail behind her has me thinking otherwise at the moment, but I stay quiet. We enter a large open space containing a seating area, a dining room, and a kitchen fit for a five-star chef. Everything is decorated in gray and white, with black accents throughout, giving it a masculine feel.
She stops when she reaches a long marble bar bordering the kitchen. “Would you like something to drink?”
There’s a glass of white wine sitting on the counter. “I’ll have whatever you’re having.”
“Sancerre.” She circles the bar and opens the refrigerator. “Is that okay?”
“Fine.” I watch as she pours the glass, noticing her hand is trembling, a stab of guilt hitting me at how nervous I make her. She carries the beverage to me, grabbing hers as she passes.
“Summer.” I wait until she meets my gaze. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”
“I want to.” She rushes out. “You just didn’t text me back for so long. I didn’t know if I did something wrong. I thought maybe you had changed your mind.”
If she only knew what was going through my mind right now, she would run the other way. But of course, I don’t tell her that. “I had work, other obligations.”
She takes a long gulp of her wine. “Okay.” Her eyes peek up at mine under her lashes. “So, we’re good?”
“We’re good.” I walk to one of the couches. “But I would like to combine two of our lessons today. It will make things easier on my schedule.” And my cock. And my sanity. And my conscious.
She sits a few feet away from me on the same couch, her face staining red as she asks her next question. “So, blow jobs and then what?”
“Has anyone ever licked your pussy, Summer?” My cock twitches at the mere thought, her open mouth calling like an invitation, providing the answer I was expecting.
Once she recovers from the shock of my question, she stammers her response. “Wh-, Ho-, Why do you need to know that?”
“Because, little girl, you’re going to want to know what it feels like when it’s done well.” I shift closer to her, my legs widening to accommodate the bulge growing between them. “But first, lesson number two.” I take her free hand and place it over my cock. Her head snaps down to look at what she’s holding, and then to my face.
“Take it out.”
“How?” Her voice is barely a whisper.
“Kneel in front of me.” I take her wine and place it on a nearby table. “Undo my belt, my pants, and pull down the zipper.”
As her fingers start to work, the tip of her tongue sweeps across her lips, my cock stiffening further. When she completes her task, I decide to help, lifting my hips to shove my pants down off my waist, my cock springing free. She sits back on her heels, a small gasp escaping as her eyes lock onto my length.
“Have you done this before?” Part of me doesn’t want to know. I want to believe my cock will be the first one between her perfect, cloud-like lips. The other part of me doesn’t want her teeth raking down my skin, so I’m torn when she shakes her head.
She stays silent, her focus still between my thighs as I guide her hand to wrap around my cock. Her thumb slides across the tip, spreading the pre-cum already leaking over the tip. Her attention finally diverts back to my eyes and she swallows loudly. “What should I do?”
“Let me show you.” I cover her hand with mine and squeeze, demonstrating how to hold me, then slide her hand up then down before letting go.
When she bends her head toward my cock, her eyes still on mine, I swear to God I almost come right then. She’s so fucking perfect and she doesn’t even know it. Her tongue slips out between her mouth and lands at the base of my cock then licks lazily up my length. I close my eyes, my head falling back against the couch. “That’s perfect, Summer.”
She trails her tongue up my shaft several more times until the heat of her mouth slides over the head, sucking just the crown inside. Holy Fuck. I don’t need to teach her a damn thing. I thread my hand through her hair, gathering it in a loose bunch, then push her further down my length, almost exploding when she hums. My cock jerks inside her mouth, and I yank hard, pulling until she’s looking up at me.
“Just where in the fuck did you learn to do that?” I hiss out.
“I did my homework.” Her mouth twitches up at her reference to me telling her to watch porn during our last lesson. “Do I get a gold star?”
Jesus. Twelve days of porn and she’s turned into a fucking minx. “Let’s see if you can finish what you start, little girl.” I jerk my chin toward my waist, another jolt shooting through me as she engulfs my dick in her heat again. This time, she needs no guidance from me. She bobs her head up and down my dick, sucking hard as she slides up, swirls her tongue around the tip then slides down again. I cradle her head in both my hands when she speeds up, her throat swallowing my cock when it hits the back of her throat.
I groan with each swallow, my fingers digging into her scalp, the pain seeming to edge her on, my hips thrusting into her mouth. My balls begin to tighten, signaling my impending release. “I’m going to come.” I pant out, letting go of her head, wanting what happens next to be her choice. “You don’t have to swallow.” I insist, happy to finish with her fingers wrapped around me.
She waves me off, her grip locking around the bottom of my shaft, sucking me inside the fire of her mouth, her cheeks going hollow from the effort, and I explode. I let out a bellow, my cock pulsing my release down her throat, my hands clenching the material of the cushions into my palms as she swallows and swallows.
She draws slowly back, my limp cock falling from her mouth into my thatch of dark curls. She bites her lower lip between her teeth peeking up at me and I swear to fucking God, I feel like I’m in heaven. She looks like a damn angel.
“Still think I’m a little girl?” She places her hands on my knees, pushing against them to stand up. Her nipples are hard, the peaks rising through the thin material of her top. No, I don’t think she’s a little girl at all anymore. Not at fucking all.