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I shifted onto my haunches and wrapped my fist around his rigid length.
“Oh—Oh God.” He watched me work him in time with my thrusts, whimpers pouring from his parted lips to battle the lewd sounds of fucking with too much lube. “Right there…oh shit, I’m gonna—”
Copious amounts of cum shot up over his chest, splattering as far as his mouth. His tight ring clasped with pulsing contractions around my dick. Bliss rushed across his face as he licked his lips clean and continued to convulse beneath me.
I’d brought him euphoric pleasure, but even that truth didn’t cause my own climax.
I imagined myself in Preston’s place. A thick dick stretching my hole, the fullness and hard thrusts over my prostate making me squirm with desperation. Crooned words of approval while a spurting cock prolonged my pleasure.
My ass clenched with need.
I groaned while filling the condom, shutting out all thoughts so I could enjoy my unexpected release. A final shudder wracked my body, and I slumped onto my elbows, my forehead dropping to Preston’s shoulder as I struggled to catch my breath.
I’d done it. Brought my client to climax—and even had one of my own. Relief swept through me, doubling my coming down.
Preston’s smooth hands slid along my spine to my backside where he squeezed. “Thank you.”
“Glad to be of service,” I murmured, smiling as he laughed lightly. I pulled out of his tight clasp, keeping hold of the condom.
He grimaced, and I kissed the inside of his thigh, trying to remember what it felt like to be uncomfortably empty and deliciously sore.
It had been too damn long.
“Be right back,” I murmured, pushing against sudden melancholy wanting to rob me of the bit of pleasure I’d found with my client.
Aftercare was expected, and Preston seemed to appreciate me taking the time to ensure he was comfortable after the pounding I’d given him.
“Did I hurt you?” I asked, tossing the washcloth aside.
“No. Your big dick was exactly what I needed.”
Satisfaction should have risen up inside my chest. My ego should have swelled. I definitely should have grinned. None of those things happened, but I shoved the thoughts away and told myself to accept what was—not dream about what I would never find.
“Will you stay with me?” Preston asked, once more seeming a bit unsettled with how his gaze flitted over my face.
Perhaps I’d lingered too long sitting on the edge of the bed, lost in my head rather than paying attention to the man who’d hired me through Elite. Setting aside selfishness, I refixed the mask I wore and focused on myjob. Pleasing my client.
“Of course I will.” I slid between the sheets, gathering Preston into my arms as he snuggled against me. He had me until eight the next morning, and I reminded myself to be whatever he wished for in the hours ahead of us. Thankfully, my time with him included snuggling I expected some clients might not accept or even appreciate.
First came pillow talk, or rather a willing ear to simply listen.
I hadn’t known therapist was one of the titles I would wear as an escort. I’d expected to simply be eye candy. A hungry mouth for those who wanted to be sucked off. A hard dick they could impale themselves on. Possibly a greedy hole on the rare occasion a client desired to top the silver fox daddy I’d been showcased as on Elite Escort MM’s website.
A man could hope…
Preston shared with me how he was deeply closeted thanks to his mother. His biological father had transitioned and went by the name of Nancy not long after his parents had divorced. Preston had been a young teenager battling over his own sexual preferences at the time. His mother refused to accept her ex’s identity and continued to drop homophobic bullshit years later. So, Preston chose to live a lie.
The fact he could afford EEMM ensured me the guy had cash to spare, but he struggled to find himself and create the future he dreamed of. Going through the motions meant depression he took medication for and a struggle to find happiness in life.
I related all too well, wanting to offer him an opportunity to forget and simplybe.
And fuck if those feelings didn’t sting like hell knowing I would once again be on the giving end.
“This was my first time hiring someone like you,” he said, still wrapped up in my arms. “I-I don’t mean that in a demeaning way—I don’t judge people for how they make a living. There’s nothing wrong with being a sex worker. Shit. I hope you understand what I’m trying to say.”
“I do,” I assured him, my body still while inner restlessness made me want to finish out my hours so I could escape the conflicting emotions Preston roused inside me. Pleasure. Satisfaction in knowing I could send Marin more money. Bummed I wouldn’t get the dick or aftercare I yearned for.
“You won’t…talk about this with anyone, will you?” Preston asked. “I signed the NDA, but that applies to you too, right?”
