Jan Springer: The Pleasure Girl

The tips of his luscious lips tilted upward again and his smile zeroed in on her like a heat-seeking missile. Suddenly she just wanted to be swept away into his strong arms. To be held. To be taken by him.

Oh, boy. He was a client, for God’s sake! Becoming emotionally involved, even thinking emotional things was taboo! Men looked at her like an object. Nothing more. She shouldn’t want to have Logan holding her and making love to her. This is just sex, remember that, Teyla.

She continued with the shave, going slowly and carefully and keeping her mouth shut. Thankfully, he said no more, and when she finished, she wiped him with the wet face cloth he handed her. A couple of rinses later, he was as clean as a newborn.

“I assume you wish to supply the condoms?” he asked after he returned the shaving items to the nearby dresser. She nodded and pointed to the night table beside the bed.

“In there. Pick your size.” He slid the drawer open and skimmed the several boxes with his fingertips. Obviously, he knew the drill with pleasure girls. Most preferred to supply the condoms. She was one of them.

Condoms were expensive, just like everything else these days, but well worth the expense to ensure her condoms were fresh and hadn’t been tampered with or inadvertently damaged. Men tended to keep them folded in wallets or in areas where tiny holes were inadvertently poked into the protection. The last thing she needed was a sexually transmitted disease or a baby without a dad.

He lifted out a box of condoms, opened it, but didn’t take any out.

“Before we begin, let’s get a little more acquainted. You’ve touched me and seen some of me. Now it’s my turn. Let your breasts free.”

To her surprise, she creamed at his instruction. She liked the expectant look on his face, and for some odd reason, he didn’t make her feel like she was dirty as most of her clients did. He didn’t make her feel like an object. He just made her feel kind of sexy and shy.

Her fingers trembled as she reached for the small, delicate buttons on the negligee. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he watched.

She’d undressed in front of her clients many times. Had felt embarrassed as the men eyed her as though she were a succulent piece of meat. It was the opposite with this guy.

She was ogling him. And she liked what she saw. Liked the sweet shivers of anticipation rolling through her as he watched her unbutton the top. His breath was the only sound she heard, aside, of course, from the pounding of her heart.

She swallowed and opened the sides of her top, tugging the material further apart, allowing her breasts to spill free. He said nothing, but his facial features told the story. Appreciation glazed his eyes. His nostrils flared like a bull’s, and as she dropped her gaze from his face, she was greeted to a most magnificent sight.

His cock, which had already been sticking straight out, was now rising proudly toward his abdomen. Such a glorious size.

She hadn’t realized she’d been so mesmerized by staring at his cock until he whispered in a hoarse voice, “Nice. Very nice.”

A savage look of lust zipped across his face, and she whimpered a deep guttural sound as he dropped to his knees in front of her. He maneuvered closer to her legs, his hands dropping like heat waves on her knees. He parted her knees and he moved in closer. Positioning his hands on top of hers on each side of the bed, he held them captive, his fingers intertwining with hers as his head dipped toward her right breast.

Sweet mercy, she couldn’t believe this was happening so fast. He opened his mouth, and she cried with surprise at how tightly he sucked her nipple between his firm lips. A waterfall of magic swept through her. That was the only way she could describe the cascade of shimmering sensations washing over her as he sucked on her nipple. This felt amazing. Incredible.

Heat and pressure kissed her flesh, and when he suddenly let go of her nipple with a loud pop, she cried out her disappointment and caught the pleasure twisting his face before he latched onto her other one.

“Oh, God,” she hissed.

More of those incredible sensations shimmered through her as his strong teeth held her tender nipple hostage, and his tongue lashed her flesh with quick, sharp darts that had her creaming harder.

Usually, she didn’t like to touch the client. Usually, she let him do what he needed to do, so she could get rid of him quickly. She’d just lay back and let her mind wander to other places, but this man wouldn’t let her mind wander and he wouldn’t let her body wander, either.

Damn him, he held her full attention as he sucked her nipple slowly, leisurely pulling her out of herself. She arched against him, losing control in the glorious sensations. She sucked in a shocked breath as his hot hands let go of hers, and he slid his calloused palms under her breasts. He cupped her, held her so tenderly that the gesture wrenched a sob from her. No man had held her so affectionately. Not even her late husband.

The clients came and they went. They used, and they paid, but this man needed her in a different way than just sexually. She didn’t know how or why she knew that exactly, but she sensed it somehow.

She didn’t realize he’d pushed her down on the bed until she felt the mattress touch her back. Letting her nipple go, he kissed the tips of each of her breasts. The beauty of his mouth suddenly became lost as he danced his lips with featherlight caresses across her chest and up along her shoulder blades.

Then he came over her. He didn’t touch her, didn’t lay on her, just kept kissing her flesh, but she sensed he wanted more than to kiss her body. They had just started, and she already knew he wanted to break her rule. No kissing on the mouth.

“Logan,” she warned as his mouth touched a flaming lash of heat alongside her chin.

“You said not on your mouth,” he whispered. He kissed his way to her right earlobe. Sucking it into his hot mouth, she gasped as tidal waves of sensations hit. He bit her lobe, then laved her flesh with his wicked tongue.

Oh, shoot, now she wished she didn’t have that no kissing on the mouth rule. She parted her lips and inhaled at the incredible sensations zipping through her as he licked a fiery line down along her neck. Then suddenly, he cursed softly and without warning, angled his head over her face and kissed her full on the mouth.

Bastard! She thought numbly as his lips melted over hers, bringing her into a heady world of sensations. Vaguely, she realized if she wanted to, she could break the kiss. She could push him away. But dammit, she didn’t want to.

She shuddered as he swept aside the bottom half of her negligee and his hard cock pushed into the opening of her panty and against her clit, giving the promise of pleasure, but then he moved his cock away again, leaving her frustrated.

“I like submission,” he whispered as he broke the kiss, and her pussy clenched at his comment.

Wrapping his hands around her wrists, he brought her back up into a seated position.

“I want you on the floor on your knees,” he said.

Her senses whirled at his command. He helped her to her feet, and she swallowed and shivered. Trembled, not with repulsion as she always did with the others, but with this odd sense of curiosity. She became more aware of him now. Noticed the scent of the soap he’d washed with. The whiff of the prairies. Of him. Spicy and fierce and needy.

The air grew heavy around her, and she got into position on her knees in front of him. Reaching out, she slid her hands onto his hips, feeling a bunch of muscles as his flesh met her palms. She slid her hands to his backside and cupped his hard ass.

He was breathing rapidly, and to her amazement, exhilaration lashed her at the thought of having his large cock in her mouth. Need thundered through her. A need to please. To be pleased.