Four ~ Opal
Stepping into his arms was almost natural and that scared me.
Most of the men who come to my suite I can separate myself from. Many are fine men, kind and generous, just lonely. Some are jerks, which is why I have the pepper spray. This one though, this Ian, his vibe was unlike any I’d ever encountered. He took my chin between his thumb and forefinger, tipping my head upward. Our gazes met. Something warm unfurled low in my belly. Lust, yes, surely that was it. I’d not felt desire for a man for years, not since Kennedy had pulled me out of a dumpster, took me in, fed and housed me, and offered me my Gems contract. At first, I’d thought I’d cared for him, but that had been only gratitude.
“Your eyes are bewitching,” Ian murmured, pulling me softly back from the past. He lowered his head to claim a kiss. I turned from his lips, eyes closed, my hands coming to rest on his hips.
“No kissing.” I let my head roll to the right, offering him my neck. His eyebrows crinkled in confusion, but he didn’t question or rail. He tasted of my neck, right under my ear, his tongue flicking over my skin, making my flesh tighten in delight. My cock began to swell, something that often didn’t happen with customers. Again, I had learned to separate myself from the acts required of me. My fingers bit into his hip bones, steering his pelvis toward me. His cock was a thick, hard ridge in his pants. “Ah, that’s nice.” I cooed, sighing at the nip of his teeth. He tugged on my earlobe and rolled his hips, his cock pressing into my belly. He cupped my ass, his hands lifting and kneading. “You’re so good at this, yes, touch me more…”
He pulled back, his eyes flashing with something I wasn’t familiar with. “Don’t throw rehearsed lines at me. It cheapens things.”
“Sorry,” I replied, rising to my toes to press a kiss to his cheek. He lifted me from the floor with ease, carrying me to the bed then laying us down on it. I spread my legs. He settled between them and began licking down my chest. He sucked each nipple until I pleaded for him to stop. Plucking the sensitive nubs, he rose up, kissed my chin, and then touched and tasted me all over, lifting my arm to lick under it then pressing soft kisses along my ribs and hip bone, until his lips settled over the head of my cock. I writhed under the attention, enjoying it greatly. Few customers were interested in pleasing us. They’d paid good money to be pampered and pleased, not the other way around. Business 101. Give the customer what he wanted.
This man, this Ian, with the crisp red hair and the sapphire eyes, seemed to want to please me…
“Suck you off,” he mumbled as he tongued the slit of my dick. I nodded for some reason, and lay back on the bed, hands pressed to his head in case he got freaky and started biting. It had happened before. “Taste delicious, just delicious.”
I purred and preened, arching up to entice, egging him on. Maybe this was one of those guys who wanted me and every other gem in the house to come on his face. Been there as well, also. But he didn’t seem the type. He sucked and licked my dick with a laziness that bewildered me. Why? What was his game? The man had a kink, they all did, I just had to find it and ease it out of him.
“Can I suck your balls now?” I asked and was denied. He suckled harder, one hand caressing my belly, his thumb and pinkie spanning the width of my pelvis, the other slipping under my balls. I dug a heel into the mattress, pushing up, giving him more room to play. He pulled off my dick just long enough to wet his middle finger well. Ah, now I knew what he was doing. Playing the thoughtful lover just until he had my ass primed for him. Eyes closing now that the mystery was solved, I gasped when his finger slid into me. The cry that fell from me was honest. Fuck, but his hot mouth working my cock while his finger rubbed my prostate was incredible. How long had it been since someone had loved me this well?
“Ah, Ian, I’m close.” I warned him and he sucked harder, curling his finger inside me, prodding that knot of nerves until I pumped a load down the back of his throat. He swallowed, moaning in delight while I jerked and flailed as a hard orgasm hit me. “Shit, oh shit,” I mewled as the tremors intensified. “Stop, please…oh! Oh stop…stop.”
He slid his finger out of my ass as he pulled off my cock at my plea. Cum leaked out of me. He lapped it up, standing then and peeling off his clothes. Panting and sated, I watched as more and more white skin was revealed. His shoulders were covered with freckles. The rest of him was pretty to look at, toned and hard, curls of red hair covered his pecs then rode down over a rippled stomach to a thatch of dark ginger nested around a massive cock. His cockhead was round and red, slick with precum. He stepped out of his trousers and black briefs.
“Is a good old-fashioned fuck on that list of treats?” He asked in a teasing tone that made me smile up at him.
“Of course, nothing beats a good old-fashioned fuck,” I replied, grabbing my knees, and tucking them into my chest. “Lube and condoms are in the drawer. Don’t even think of trying to slip me a bareback dick. If you do, you’ll never be allowed in here again.”
The warm smile fell from his face. “I wouldn’t ever…who would do that?” That he was stunned was obvious. Could this man really be this naive?
“You’d be surprised,” I countered as I watched him until he was covered with latex and dripping lube.
“I look like I’m planning on palpating a horse,” he said. A snort-giggle escaped before I could stop it. He smiled at me, hands and cock thick with lube, and laughed gently. A hiccup of something very much like attraction took root in the center of my chest. It had been a long, long time since a man and I had laughed in bed. In all honestly, I’m not sure it had ever happened before. Unease settled on me but was soon stroked away by his long, thick fingers pressing into my ass. He worked lube way up into me, tugging soft grunts and warm sighs from me until he kneeled between my legs. I tensed a bit as his cock slipped in. He was gentle, slow, considerate, and soon he was buried to the hilt and I was working to breathe properly.
“God above, you’re so slippery and hot,” he groaned, falling down over me, seeking a kiss that I again turned from. I brushed off the flash of pain. Sliding my arms around his shoulders, I drew him down closer, shuddering as he flicked his hips.
“It’s not you… I never kiss bidders.”
“Okay, Opal, okay, that’s…okay.” He peppered my jaw and throat with soft little kisses as he pounded my ass relentlessly. He came quickly, as they usually all did. Being aroused for so long before they arrived in my suite had them walking a razor line of need. His grunt was gruff and primal, and that last thrust was so deep, I squeezed my eyes shut and bit down on my cheek to keep from yelping. “Sorry, sorry, shit…that was so fast.”
Knowing what he needed now, I whispered soft words to him, praising him for his performance, rubbing at his arms and face, easing him off of me before the condom could leak. I sat up, curled my toes like a happy cat, and went to leave the bed. He grabbed my arm, eased me back down beside him, and wrapped his big body around mine.
“Would you like a wet washcloth or a shower?” I offered but he nuzzled my throat like a dog, patted my ass, and held me. Just…held me. It was a normal kind of cuddle, not a weeping clingy thing as one of my regulars did whenever he shot a load. It wasn’t a possessive controlling grip. It was just a…cuddle. And it made me antsy, extremely so, and I wiggled away from him, and rolled into myself a bit, smiling all the while, as he flopped to his back to study me.
“Did I do something wrong?” he sleepily asked.
“Of course not, you fucked me like a stallion.”
He left the bed with a huff and slammed into the bathroom. I slithered from the tousled sheets, opened the drawer, found the pepper spray, pulled my robe on, and braced myself for an irate man when he rejoined me.