We both sat in silence for a while as I processed the information. Of course I always knew that sex was a big part of the job description but I couldn’t help feeling a little … weird about it. Not so much from an emotional point of view, more so feeling like I was just another client he needed to tick off the list. Yet, that was the whole point of this transactional relationship, I suppose.
‘Are you OK?’ Theo murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. His fingers lingered as they traced the curve of my cheek, sending a shiver through me. I turned towards him, trying to force a genuine smile. I had to get it together.
‘I’m great! Thanks for sharing, by the way. I find it all so fascinating … that world.’
‘As long as you’re sure, love,’ he responded. We continued eating our meal as we chatted throughout the evening. The more we talked, the more I found myself drawn to him – irresistibly,and somewhat a little annoyingly. There was something magnetic about him, an intoxicating charm laced with just enough mystery to leave me wanting more, needing to unravel every layer of him. He had the dry wit of Richard Ayoade and the suave aloofness of Jon Hamm, which appeased my interests. The night carried on, with us getting into playing a few card games (I won them all), cuddling with Toby, who’d ventured out of my room temporarily to use his litter tray, and laying into the dessert (I’d gone all out with a Viennetta ice cream cake and an M&S apple pie).
I switched the TV onto a streaming network for a bit of background noise, flicking through different movies and asking if there was anything he was in the mood for.
‘There’s that new gangster movie starring Al Pacino I could put on? When isn’t there a gangster movie featuring Al Pacino at this point? Or we could try a cheesy Morris Chestnut romcom if you’re in the mood forlove. Oh, hang on … I remember getting a notification about that new superhero movie starring one of the famous Chrises, that Steven guy, and Catherine Thom—’
‘No. Anything but that,’ Theo interjected suddenly, sitting up, his voice stern.
I looked at him in confusion; his face had become solemn as his eyes squinted rapidly. He turned to look at me slowly, his face gradually relaxing.
‘Sorry, erm, I’m just not the biggest fan of superhero movies is all,’ he replied, trying to ease the sudden tension. I decided not to press the matter, just in case I’d said something that had triggered him. This night needed to go perfectly.
‘Alrighty … cartoons it is!’
At 11.30 p.m., we were both on the sofa watchingThe Simpsonsidly, me on the floor trying to keep myself from crashing due to the amount of sugar I’d eaten, and Theogently slumped over on the sofa, his eyes glazing over at the TV. Annoyingly, I could feel my eyes growing heavy, which was not ideal. The night was still young, and I needed to get my money’s worth.
‘Hey, so um, I’m gonna go to my room and get changed quickly,’ I said, standing up suddenly. It was the best segue I could think of at that time, as awkward as I was. Theo looked up at me, and then at his backpack, which was in the corner of the living room. ‘Hmm. Yeah, I should probably do the same too. Can’t be in my outside clothes all night.’
As he stood up and walked over to his bag, I pointed him in the direction of the bathroom for him to get changed. Before closing the door, he turned to me. ‘Should I make my way to the bedroom afterwards or would you prefer to hang out on the sofa some more?’
That was the push I needed. I suppose he knew where this was going, which would hopefully make it less awkward on my side. I’d never done anything like this before, so I wasn’t sure whether to summon him to the bedroom or just tear his clothes off on the sofa.
‘Make your way to the bedroom, please,’ I replied, with all the sass and confidence I could muster.I was in control.As he smiled and closed the door, I hotfooted it to my bedroom and disrobed immediately, stuffing my clothes lazily into my wardrobe and bringing out the Ann Summers chemise. I quickly put it on, making sure the outfit hugged every square inch of my body. The chemise was a little tight, but it was tight in all the right areas, which only helped my case.
I spritzed some of my bedside-table room spray lightly onto the bed, and went to half lie on my side of it, facing the door, my back straight so my boobs poked out prominently, and legs crossed over another so the thigh meat was on full display. Moments later, Theo walked into the bedroom, wearing a fittedwhite vest that showed off every muscle in his torso, and a pair of butter-yellow Calvin Klein boxers. He looked incredible. Before I could get a word out, Theo quietly shut the bedroom door and turned to look at me – as inreallylook at me. His eyes swept over me slowly, and then he bit his lip like we were in some kind of steamy movie scene. Part of me wanted to laugh at how dramatic it felt … but the other part? The other part was too busy remembering what it was like to be wanted – and wow, had it been a while.
‘Damn, Cassandra – you look so beautiful. I hope this isn’t too forward, but I love how you look … you’re so gorgeous.’ Theo walked towards the bed, his eyes not moving away from my body. I felt giddy inside, like a child on the morning of Christmas. This was it; this was going to be my mattress moment. I uncrossed my legs and slid underneath the covers, making space for him to lie next to me as he slowly lay down on the bed and went underneath the covers too. Finally, we were facing each other, and all of a sudden I felt awkward.
‘Um. So what do I do now?’ I blurted out randomly. I’d let my intrusive thoughts win once again. What kind of stupid question was that?I’m supposed to be in control; CONTROL YOURSELF!
Theo laughed as he moved closer to me.
‘You’re so cute. You haven’t done this in a while, huh?’
‘NO. That’s the whole point! My pussy’s probably ground itself to dust by now!’ I said, trying to stifle laughter. So much for trying to come across as confident and in control of the situation.
‘Haha, well, we can lie here and talk or cuddle, or we can go to sleep – it’s your night. We can do whatever you want to do.’
‘Mm, well, what do you want to do?’ I replied cheekily, noting the glint in his eye.
‘Well, I want to do what I’ve been dreaming about doingsince our time in the back of the car,’ he replied; that familiar wolfish grin crept back onto his face, bold and irresistible as ever. Theo closed the distance between us in one smooth motion, his eyes locked on mine like he couldn’t wait another second. Then his lips were on mine – kissing me with a hunger that sent heat rushing through my entire body. It was passionate and purposeful, like he’d been holding back for far too long. His fingers tangled with mine as he eased himself over me, his body pressing against mine in a way that felt both grounding and electric at the same time. When I bit his lower lip, he let out a low, breathless moan that made my skin tingle and my pulse race. The sound alone had me aching for more.
I felt him hardening against me – a silent invitation I didn’t hesitate to accept. With a teasing smile, I gently pushed him onto his back and swung my leg over to straddle him, giving him a full, unfiltered view of me.That’s it, Cassie. Take the reins.
He just lay there breathless, eyes locked on mine, completely at my mercy – and whew! Did that make me feel powerful. Slowly, I peeled off my chemise, letting it slip down my shoulders, taking my time as I watched his gaze darken with desire. My body, in all its soft, plus-size glory – the full curve of my breasts, the love handles, the stretchmarks etched across my skin – was laid bare before him. And at that moment, none of it mattered. I had never felt more desired … I felt sexy.
‘I want you badly, Cass,’ Theo whispered breathlessly as his hands made their way towards my breasts, cupping them gently, yet firmly. ‘You’re so fucking beautiful.’
‘Oh, I know,’ I murmured, leaning in until my face hovered just above his, our breath mingling. Our lips met again, hot and eager, as his hands slid down to my hips and then to my bum, gripping me with a delicious intent. His mouth left mine and found its way to my neck, kissing slowly, deliberately, before trailing down to my breasts. He took his time, circling mynipples with his tongue, sucking gently until I was squirming beneath him, every nerve in my body lit up.
Then, with a low growl, he flipped me effortlessly onto my back, reclaiming his place above me. His mouth returned to my chest, worshipping every inch as his hand wandered lower – slow and teasing, until he found the centre of me, which was already soaked. He stroked me softly at first, then deeper, more purposeful, and I couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped me, aching, desperate for more. I wanted him inside me at that moment – but not just yet.
At first, I thought I was hallucinating; maybe I’d just imagined it. But then came the unmistakable sound: a soft, persistent scratching opposite the bed, paired with a dramatic meow chorus. Yep, Toby was outside my bedroom door, meowing for his life. He wasn’t used to me locking him out of my bedroom and I guess he’d decided to protest. I tried to ignore him, but apparently Theo got the memo too.
