He runs his thumb over my lip, soaking up the trail of wetness my tongue left behind, and leans in to kiss me — but I dodge him. My eyes widen at my sudden reaction, but there’s something about being kissed that makes my current haze of desire dissipate. My mind races to Landon and the way my body came alive when he kissed me. I didn’t realize how alone in life I had truly been until he kissed me that night. It doesn’t matter, though. Whatever I felt from that kiss, Landon apparently felt none of it. I need to protect myself.
I arch my body, loll my head back, and push Smith’s head into the crook of my neck. He takes to me quickly with kisses along my skin, the fire of want surfacing between my thighs slowly. My skin burns with the admiration Smith’s hands have for my body.
A growl escapes his throat as he pulls back eagerly, tearing his suit jacket off. I fist him by his white dress shirt and throw him on the bed roughly, just as excited. He lands with a bounce, a smirk across his face.
“Fuck yes,” he breathes heavily, unbuttoning his pants. My blood rushes through my veins so fast I go deaf; the only thing I can hear is my rampant heartbeat. I straddle his legs, pressing my knees on each side of his hips as my dress crawls up my thighs, revealing I’m not wearing any panties.
I push on his chest, laying him down on his back fully before I unzip his pants and shove my hand down his boxers, pulling his dick free. It’s not as thick as Landon’s, and it’s not as long, either. I close my eyes and shake my head, trying to shake anything Landon from my mind.
“Anytime you get turned on, any partner you have sex with in the future…you’ll always think of me.”
Landon’s voice haunts me, causing me to grit my teeth and close my eyes.
Stop thinking of Landon.
He’s not the man I thought he was. He wasn’t a savior. He used me, taught me that every man is the same. Chasen, Landon, this guy Smith. All for sex. Well, it’s my time to use them back. In doing so, I’m going to ride Smith’s cock so hard Landon is a tumbleweed in my mind’s eye. I’m determined to get Landon out my mind and forget him.
“This what you want, sexy?” I open my eyes and stare at him seductively, my voice heavy with lust.
“Yes, fuck yes,” he grits, sitting up on his elbows.
I pump Smith’s cock, getting him ready, and his mouth falls open with pleasure. The power I have over this man is a poison to my soul. I have the control. I am what they want. I hold the power between my legs.
“You like that?” I tease, looking at his state of bliss. He doesn’t answer, just nods.
“After a long day at work, you need attention,” I coo. My heart palpates with how quickly I’m taking to the role of a prostitute. Maybe this is what I was born to do. Seduce men, be worshipped by the opposite sex. Romance and love at first sight isn’t real. It’s not practical and it’s not what pays the bills. Bills. Shit, this guy hasn’t paid yet.
“Yes, I do,” he mumbles, thrusting his hips up.
“So, before I go further, you know the price?” I stop touching his hard length, waiting for him to pay. The last thing I need is for this guy not to pay and I get on Mick’s bad side.
“Yes. Yeah, I do,” he answers frantically. He pushes his hips upward, lifting us, and pulls his wallet from his back pocket. Taking out four hundred dollars, he throws it on the mattress beside us.
“Don’t stop. Don’t tease me,” he whispers, his eyes begging me to continue. I smile sweetly and lean over him, grabbing a condom from the wicker basket that sits on the nightstand. I bite my lip, tear the package with my fingers and pull the condom out. I look at Smith’s dick, then back at the condom. I’m not one hundred percent how one works.
“Let me,” Smith breathes heavily, his voice muffled with raw hunger. He takes the rubber from my hands and sheaths his cock with it. “Fuck me, Fancy,” he demands, slapping my ass.
I take a big breath. Here it goes, no turning back. I lift up on my knees and hover my heat right over his cock. I plant my hands on his chest and lower myself slowly onto him. My heart drums against my chest violently as I fully take him inside of me. I still; it stings from only having sex once before.
“Holy fuck, you’re tight,” he grunts, thrusting his hips up. I try not to wince and attempt a small smile. I push myself up and down, looking for that ecstasy I found with Landon. When he claimed my body, that fullness he brought filled my insecurities, my emptiness. That sensation of being alone and abandoned vanished with nothing except falling into pleasure. I growl, frustrated that I’m still thinking of Landon, and thrust harder on Smith, literally trying to fuck Landon out of my mind.
“Yes. Yes,” Smith huffs, grabbing onto my hips. I close my eyes, focusing on my own selfish need to come.
“You’re so good at this,” I pant. No, he’s not. He’s not even close.
“So big!” I holler. He’s small in comparison to what I’ve seen.
Just when I think I feel a hint of warmth spread through my limbs, the start of something pleasurable, a whimper escapes my lips. I fist his shirt hard and pump myself up and down quicker, chasing that feeling of satisfaction, but Smith stiffens beneath me. He grunts and trembles as he comes. Already? His legs kick beneath me, and a squealing noise leaves his gaping mouth as he finishes. I pull myself off him and roll over, collecting the money while blowing out a breath of frustration. I mask my irritation and turn toward him.
“Thanks, Smith.” I flutter my eyelashes at him. “We should do it again sometime,” I suggest sweetly, pulling my dress down. But on the inside, I feel anything but sweet. I feel anger and resentment.
“Yeah,” he pants violently.
He stands and peels the condom off his length, tossing it in the waste basket.
“See you around, Fancy,” he says, shoving himself back into his pants.
I fall on the bed, my head pounding with what I just did. Adrenaline flees my system, leaving realization in its wake. I fucked a man for four hundred dollars. My eyes sting with the welling of tears at the thought. I liked it, though. The way his hands explored my body, the way he looked at me. Trying to fuck Landon’s voice out of my head wasn’t so bad, either. In fact, I found some sanctuary in it. It wasn’t until I was so disappointedly let down from not reaching my own release that my conscience reminded me that I just knowingly stamped myself as a whore. I shake my head and wipe at a tear escaping the corner of my eye.
“Get a fucking grip,” I chastise myself, heading to the bathroom to clean up. Going back into the main room, I don’t hear the music playing on the TV. I frown in confusion.
“You’re a natural,” Mick announces, sitting on the bed, his legs crossed as he puffs on a cigar. His white suit sticks out like a sore thumb amongst the crappy motel room.
“Excuse me?” I ask.
He points to the smoke alarm above the bed and grins.
“This room is on video. I send girls I’m not sure can deliver in here in the beginning, see how they handle their first fuck.”
“You videotaped me?!” I shriek, my hands ball into fists with anger. I just went from prostitute to porn star in the matter of minutes. My legs shake with rage, and shame bubbles in my chest.
“I didn’t record anything, baby, so calm down. I just watched. I needed to know if you had what it takes, and I must say, you surprised me very much.” He laughs, expelling cigar smoke into the room.
Having his approval, I relax my stressed stance for some reason and cross my arms. The delight of such praise from Mick is a high I didn’t expect.
“So, can I join Jayden then?” I question, and shrug my shoulders.
“No, you cannot join, not just yet. But you can take the rest of the night off, and from now on, you’ll be in room 3.” He stands, his index finger and thumb cradling the dark cigar.