Chapter Four
Beau
The mountain is out. The air is crisp and clear but still warm, and it’s one of those Seattle evenings that people who don’t live here will never understand.
The sky was clear blue all day, and the whole city was out enjoying it.
My parents used to joke that nobody should talk about Washington summers; let the rest of the world think it’s dreary, wet, and overcast all year long.
“Do you think it’s the right choice?” Fenwick calls out. He’s backing away from me on the Overlook Walk, his phone held to his ear as people begin to move between us. Some occasionally whisper and point at me, but I’ve got a baseball cap on and sunglasses—incognito mode.
The massive Ferris wheel is behind him, and in the distance, the Olympic Mountains are clear over Elliott Bay. Downtown didn’t look like this last time I was here. I can even see the stadiums to my left. I could get used to this.
“Yeah. This feels right.” I don’t shout, but he hears me. The fucker is grinning because he knows he’s about to make bank when we negotiate my contract tomorrow.
I turn around, my stomach full of good Vietnamese food. I hope I don’t throw it all up.
Meandering back toward my hotel, I can’t help but scan the crowd for Gracyn’s face.
She would have just turned twenty-five this month.
Is her hair still black, or did she go back to brown?
Is she happy? Did she ever write the fantasy book she daydreamed about?
I bet she loves the fuck out of all these dragon romance books I see online.
I’ve read a few, so I would have something to talk with her about if she ever decided to message me.
I always check my hidden folders on social media for unread messages, making sure she has a way to contact me.
A plump ass in tight pants catches my eye, and my cock twitches. I’m not completely broken. Damn. Whoever she is has long, wavy hair that tickles the top of those cheeks and a very grippable waist. She turns the corner, and I rip my eyes away, not wanting to be caught staring.
Will finally fucking someone fix me? Or am I about to make the biggest— well, second biggest— mistake of my life?
?
The keycard was couriered to me at the hotel I was staying at. There was no stop at the front desk or run-ins with fans in the lobby. Thank fuck for Marcus and whatever strings he pulled because I did not want my name attached to any escort company. Even one as pricey as this.
The carpet is so thick under my shoes that every sound is muffled.
The keycard works on the first tap. So far, everything is exactly as I asked for.
No one greets me or calls out. It feels empty.
I toe off my shoes and pull off my hoodie, dropping it on a chair I pass.
I’m in sweats and a tee. Comfortable. Easy.
My hair is still damp. I combed it straight back so it kinda curls at the ends against my neck and under my ears.
I washed the fuck out of my body. Scrubbing extra hard down my legs, under my arms. My asshole and balls practically squeak when I move.
I’ve never been in quite this situation before, and I don’t want this chick to think I’m just some asshole slob.
Sure, she’s being paid to be here, but this is an important moment for me.
It could change the whole trajectory of my life.
What if I decide to become a fuck boy like Marcus was before Shante locked his ass down?
Maybe I’m gonna fuck a dime every weekend.
Maybe I’ll forget all about Gracyn and stop searching for her mismatched eyes in every stranger’s face after every game.
“Focus, you fuck,” I mutter to myself, making noise as I move through the suite so I don’t startle this girl. Cyndi. Marcus said her name is Cyndi.
My heartbeat picks up as I near the open bedroom door.
I can see the bed and the body lying in the center of it.
Fucking hell. It’s exactly what I asked for.
She’s in a pair of simple white panties.
They’ve got a pink rosebud pattern on them.
Cute. Other than that, she’s naked. Gloriously fucking naked.
She’s got tan legs that reach out toward me, leading my gaze straight to the focal point at their apex.
She looks— normal. I mean, her tits look real, her nipples are pinkish and puffy and soft.
I pause moving because I can feel my cock bouncing against my thigh. I’m fucking hard as steel, and I haven’t even gotten near her yet. My brain must be on board, because it normally takes me a hot minute to warm up to a new woman.
I’m gonna fucking do it.
Her arms are stretched up over her head, and her face is tilted to one side, away from me.
The lights are off, so I can’t see much other than her high ponytail, straight nose in profile, and pouty lips.
Sexy as fuck, pouty lips. My cock spits out some precum, and my eyebrows fly up at the unfamiliar feeling.
“Fuck it,” I grumble, impressed when she doesn’t respond.
Just keeps breathing steadily, her belly flat, rising up and down infinitesimally.
I want to press my hand there and feel her breathing, but I fight the odd urge and pull off my shirt.
No need to wait around. I’ve paid a lot of fucking money for this.
My breath is coming at triple the rate of hers.
My sweats and boxer briefs come off next.
I hop a couple of times on one foot to get them off my ankle.
Next go the socks. My cock swings up and down with each movement, slapping my abdomen, flinging white droplets.
I’m hornier than I’ve ever been in my life.
More even than when I would wake up in a wet spot at age thirteen and blush the whole way to school next to Gracyn because I couldn’t tell her what was happening to my body.
Surprisingly, my mind moves right past that small memory. I don’t pause to fixate on Gracyn. I’m too focused on the warm body in front of me. It’s a guilty relief, but I don’t dwell on it.
I kneel between her slightly spread feet and place my hands on her ankles.
The touch is hot, and I twitch as if jolted.
My chest makes a rumbling sound, and I swear I hear her too, but when I look up at her shadowed face, her lips are closed and so are her eyes, and she looks like she hasn’t moved.
But I felt the muscles quaver under her skin.
Pretty girl, you can’t hide from me. The corner of my lips lifts, and my cock spurts onto the white comforter.
My hands glide up her legs. I try to be gentle, but I’m like fucking Lenny with a puppy, squeezing too hard, digging into her pliant flesh.
She’s smooth as silk, and it’s almost unnatural.
I want to tickle her, bruise her, mark her so I know she's human and not some fuck doll robot. Calm the fuck down, Beau. She’s real. She’s human. Relax.
I breathe in and out through my nostrils, inhaling her warm coconut scent. And something else, something earthy and moist. That scent ain't from no bottle. That’s pussy.
My knees widen her legs until they drape over my thighs. Smooth tan skin over my thick shanks, pale and covered in bristly hair. She feels that. But not a peep out of her. I have to smile. She’s sure as fuck following the directions I left.
My cock is like a dog to a bone. It’s stretching toward her pussy, dripping onto her taut little panties.
I can see her slit. The cotton is sticking to her.
Clinging. Fucking Christ. I shift my hips and nudge into the swell of her center.
Her fat lips hug my tip, spreading over the mushroom shape.
I want to shove into her hole and fuck the shit out of her.
Holy hell. I’ve never wanted to fuck this bad in my life.
And I don’t even know what her face looks like.
I’m not going to hurt her, am I? She does this for a living. She looks small as hell. But women birth babies every fucking day since time immemorial. Surely she can take a veiny eight-incher—eight and a half on a good day.
I grab my shaft and stroke my tip up and down her snatch.
I know I bump her clit because I see her belly suck in; I see the definition of her abs.
She’s fit as hell. I don’t fucking care, though; she’s sexy now, but I know for a damn fact she’d be just as sexy with a cute belly bulge and thighs that clap.
I rub against her harder, letting my full shaft feel the hug of her lips.
I’m leaking all over her, but that’s not just me.
Her pussy is dripping. Her panties are saturated.
They’re stretching out around my chubby head.
I touch one hand to her haunch. Her skin is tight.
I rub my thumb down the silken crease where thigh meets groin. I nudge under her panties.
“You’ve got a wet little pussy,” I growl.
Unable to stop myself, I push at her entrance.
Cloth elongates around my digging dick. I feel her hole opening around me.
I see her pulse thrumming on her neck. That’s right.
You like it. I punch in and out, thin cloth the only thing stopping me from fucking her slick hole.
She’s burning hot under my thumb. I nudge around above my ravenous cock, and I’m pretty sure I catch on her clit. I push against it. She squeaks. Thatta girl.
Goddamn, my balls are tight. I could fucking cum right now. Thank Christ I’m paying for this because I’m gonna blow embarrassingly fast. I could squeeze my shaft once and squirt—
I pull back and fuck forward, and this time my cock slides under the overextended gusset where it sags. Burning skin-to-skin contact. My vision goes white.