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The next few minutes were spent kissing, caressing, and stripping each other. Once we were both naked, he leaned over and rummaged through a drawer in the end table. It surprised me when he produced a fistful of lube packets and a few condoms, until I remembered the person who lived there was a party boy.
Lorenzo squirted some lube into his palm before grasping both of our cocks with one hand. It felt incredible as he jerked us off, and I let the sensations carry me along for a while. But the need to feel him inside me was so strong that I found myself murmuring, “Fuck me, Lorie.”
“You sure?” When I nodded, he kissed me tenderly. Then he slid a lubed finger into me and began alternately massaging my prostate and working me open.
All those years working as a prostitute had made sex seem impersonal, almost mechanical. This was so totally different that it caught me off-guard. It wasn’t just the intense shockwaves of pleasure he was sending through my body, it was the incredible intimacy of what he was doing. It didn’t matter that random clients had done the same thing to me in the past. This was an entirely new experience, because this time my emotions weren’t disengaged.
I didn’t know what to do with all I was feeling, and a whimper escaped me as I buried my face in his shoulder. He kissed my earlobe and wrapped his arm around me as he whispered, “I’ve got you, Will.”
Those words were exactly what I needed to hear, but because I was already overwhelmed, they almost made me fall apart. To distract myself, I slid off his finger, then knelt between his legs and sucked his cock until it was rock hard and leaking precum.
When I sat up and handed him a condom, he met my gaze with a question in his eyes. I responded by taking his hand in both of mine and closing his fingers around it. Yes, we’d both been tested, and I’d always practiced safe sex with my clients, but what if some part of him was still concerned about fucking a former prostitute? I wanted him to be able to relax and enjoy himself.
He put on the condom and slicked it with lube while I got in position on my knees and leaned on the arm of the couch. Facing away from him was a conscious decision. As much as I needed him in me, I also needed to pull a wall or two back up. I just wasn’t used to feeling so vulnerable.
He slid into me, and then he grasped my hips and began fucking me, slowly at first. When I murmured, “Harder,” he did as I asked, and soon his hips were slamming into my ass. I rocked back onto him, meeting each thrust, and just concentrated on making both of us feel good.
It was fast and rough and just what I needed. He reached around and began stroking my cock, and I let all that pleasure and sensation carry me along. After a while, he pushed deep into me and came with a moan. I could feel a tremor running through him as he leaned on me.
Then he straightened up and took me with him, pressing my back to his chest as he held me with a strong arm around my shoulders. He let go of my cock long enough to grab his T-shirt and toss it on the arm of the couch, and then he went back to jerking me off with firm, hard strokes. I came a few moments later, shooting onto the shirt as I cried out.
By the time I finished, his arm was the only thing holding me up. He kissed my shoulder as he slid out of me. Then he eased me onto the couch and removed the condom as he said, “I need to get cleaned up. I’ll use the guest bathroom, and you can use the one that’s right through that door if you want to. When you’re ready, meet me in the guest bedroom at the end of the hall.”
I nodded, and he kissed my forehead and gave me a sweet smile before leaving the room. He seemed to sense I needed a little time to myself, and I was grateful for that.
When I thought my shaking legs would support me, I got up and went through the door he’d indicated. After I cleaned up and used the facilities, I went back into the TV room. The soiled shirt was gone, and a neatly folded pair of sweat pants and a long-sleeved T-shirt were waiting for me on the sofa.
The outfit was big on me, but not unreasonably so. After I put it on, I gathered and neatly folded my clothes, then went to the guest bedroom. It was small but attractive, with lavender walls and deep plum bedding. I could hear a shower running through the slightly ajar bathroom door, and I sat on the bed and waited for him.
