Sexy Escort: When Desire Takes the Wheel

I thought being a sexy escort would be exciting.

This being my first night as a sexy escort I was nervous. The city lights bled gold through the rain-streaked windows as I stepped into the penthouse.. He was already waiting, shirt unbuttoned just enough to reveal the hard lines of his chest, sleeves rolled up over forearms corded with quiet strength. The air felt thick, charged—like the moment before lightning strikes.

“You’re late,” he murmured, voice low and rough like aged whiskey. His eyes dragged over me slowly, from the damp strands of hair clinging to my neck down to the way my silk dress clung to every curve.

What a way to start my first night of being a sexy escort.

“Traffic,” I lied, letting the door click shut behind me. My heels clicked across the marble as I closed the distance. He didn’t move. Just watched, that predatory half-smile playing on his lips. When I reached him, his hand slid around my waist, pulling me flush against him. Heat radiated through the thin fabric.

I could feel the steady thud of his heart—or maybe it was mine—racing in sync. Being a sexy escort was new to me. His fingers traced the zipper at my back, teasing but not pulling. Not yet. “You wore this for me,” he said, not a question. His breath brushed my ear, sending a shiver straight down my spine. Really the agency had suggested it to be even more of a sexy escort. “Maybe.” I tilted my head, lips hovering near his. “Or maybe I just like feeling your eyes on me.”

This sexy escort heard  low growl escape him.

Then his mouth was on mine—hungry, demanding, claiming. The kiss deepened instantly, tongues sliding, teeth grazing. His hands roamed, one gripping my hip while the other tangled in my hair, tilting my head exactly how he wanted. Unsure that I was being that sexy escort I melted into him, fingers digging into his shoulders as the world narrowed to the taste of him, the scent of his cologne mixed with raw masculine heat.

He walked me backward until my thighs hit the edge of the grand dining table. With one smooth motion, he lifted me onto it, stepping between my legs. The silk rode up my thighs as his palms smoothed over my skin, thumbs brushing the sensitive inner flesh. I gasped into his mouth when his fingers found the lace edge of my panties, tracing lightly, teasingly.

“Already so wet for me,” he whispered against my lips, voice dark with satisfaction.

He hooked the fabric aside and stroked me slowly, deliberately, circling the swollen bud until my hips bucked against his hand. I reached for his belt, desperate to feel him. The sound of leather sliding free and the metallic click of his zipper filled the room. When I freed him, hot and heavy in my palm, he groaned—a deep, primal sound that made me clench with need. He didn’t make me wait.

Positioning himself at my entrance, he pushed in slowly, inch by delicious inch, stretching me perfectly. My head fell back as he filled me completely, the sensation so intensely it bordered on pain-pleasure. Was I still being the sexy escort I needed to be?

Then he moved. Hard. Deep.

Possessive thrusts that rocked the table and stole my breath. Subsequently, I wrapped my legs around his waist, nails raking down his back as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter inside me. His mouth found my throat, sucking and biting just hard enough to leave marks I’d feel tomorrow. “Come for me,” he commanded, voice strained with his own release building.

The orgasm crashed over me like a wave, pulling me under in shuddering pulses. Was a sexy escort supposed to orgasm, I wonder. I cried out his name as he followed right behind, burying himself deep with a guttural groan, pulsing inside me. We stayed locked together, breathing hard, skin slick, hearts hammering. Rain continued to patter against the windows, but inside, the storm had only just begun. He kissed me softly this time, almost reverently, and whispered against my lips, “Round two in the bedroom. Lose the dress.” I smiled, already aching for more.

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