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“No, I promise. I never meet up with clients. I protect myself.”
“Good. And it’s genuinely what you want to do, right? Not something you feel like you have to do?”
I swallow the lump building in my throat. A question I don’t really know how to answer. The shame surrounding being a sex worker is probably the hardest part of my job. The way society makes me feel like I have to hide it or be ashamed of it, as if taking this job is any worse than taking one at the gas station or library. Work is work. To be able to say I don’t dislike my job is more than most people can say.
“Does it bother you? Knowing what I do?” I ask.
He walks over, pocketing his phone before he plants his hands around me on the table, leaning in close, and my heart rate starts to pick up.
“Someday a man will come along who won’t like what you do. He’ll want you to himself because he thinks you’re nothing more than a body he can control, and it will be because he’s insecure. A real man knows that truly possessing someone is a privilege, and it’s not their body you’ll own. It’s so much more. I want you to know the difference, Mia.”
I can’t breathe as I stare into his eyes, the space between us tense and electric, ready to blow at any moment. But when I expect him to lean in and place a kiss against my lips, he doesn’t. Instead, he pulls away and starts to walk toward the stairs that lead to the basement.
“Which one are you?” I ask.
He pauses and turns back toward me. “I’m still working on it,” he replies, just before disappearing down the stairs.
RULE #17: WHEN IT’S TIME TO WALK AWAY, WALK AWAY
Garrett
It’s our last night in the lake house, so I’m not surprised when her soft footsteps creep down the stairs and into my room. We don’t say a word as she crawls into bed, slipping between the sheets next to me.
Over the past few days, we’ve made one thing pretty clear: we don’t fool around in bed. She’s slept in my bed twice now, but we both seem to agree that it’s too close to sex to play here. The temptation to slip her clothes off and slip into each other is too great.
I’m too old to play around with a twenty-three-year-old. I know that, but the mood between us this week has been the mood of a couple horny stepsiblings who can’t help themselves. And if that’s what I am, then, oh well. I’m not ashamed. I’ve gone so long without sex, I might as well be a virgin again, and fucking Mia as part of an experiment would be wrong. I came here to figure out if my sudden attraction to Mia is something physical or more than that, and even though those questions aren’t answered, I do know that the physical aspect is too hot to ignore.
We don’t say a word to each other as I gather her into my arms and kiss her with urgency. I’ve barely been able to kiss her all evening with our parents around, and I haven’t had a single chance to touch her. I can’t believe how much I’ve missed this, miss her already. It’s only been a few days, but it already feels like I can’t live without it.
And tomorrow, I have to start living without it for good.
Silently she slides against me. Lightning flashes, bathing the room in light for only a second before the thunder cracks again. She flinches in my arms, so I squeeze her tighter. Her face is resting on my chest.
But before too long, the ache to touch each other gets too powerful and we’re kissing again. There’s so much we’re supposed to say at this point, like establishing boundaries and expectations, but I’m not so good with words, but I do know how to do this. I want to express my feelings for her with our bodies. I literally watch people do it every day.
So I tell Mia how I feel with the movement of my mouth over hers, squeezing my eyes closed as I tug her bottom lip between my teeth and bite just enough that she cries out. She answers me by wrapping her arms and legs around me, holding me as close as possible.
I place my body over hers as my hips grind against her. She hums into my mouth and tightens the grip of her thighs. My cock hardens quickly between us and I seek the friction of her body, grinding harder and harder to the rhythm that sets my body on fire.
“This is almost better than sex,” I mumble into her mouth. “Wanting you this much.”
“Garrett, please,” she cries out, and I lie my body over hers, grinding harder and harder, watching the way her back arches and her breathing almost stops.
“God, you’re so beautiful when you’re about to come. I’m addicted to it, Mia.”
Her nails are digging into my back as I use the hard length of my cock against her clit to take her to the edge.
“Faster,” she pants into my kiss, and I answer her request by digging my cock even harder against her and moving my hips even faster. Then she does the rest. Grinding her hips against me, she uses my body to make herself come. Her muscles squeeze around me impossibly tight as she cries out, and I place my hand over her lips to keep her quiet.
“So fucking beautiful,” I mutter, and she’s barely come down from her orgasm before she’s reaching into my boxers and wrapping her hand around me. Then, she strokes me fast, knowing that I’m so close already. Moments later, I’m pulling up the front of her long T-shirt and painting her chest white.
It’s weird that at a moment like this, while she’s covered in my cum, that I’m actually proud of myself fornotfucking her…as if this is better.
Man, do I need to get my priorities straightened out.
* * *
I did what I came to do. I wanted to see this through with Mia, to explore whatever it was I felt that night on the video chat. And I explored it. And her.
