I said it once and I will say it again, I enjoy my job. I always have. There haven’t been very many days that my job hasn’t been easy and peaceful, but today I am downright excited to work with Joey. I’m excited to have his lips on mine. I’m excited to show him how to please me. I’m excited to be able to watch him fall apart in front of me.
I’m not going into this expecting Joey to rock my world, I know he is going to hit a few bumps in the road, but I’m eager to figure them out with him.
Sometimes I cum while I’m working and sometimes I don’t. I have come to terms with it because I know this is a job. Very few people even have the possibility of cumming at work, so I take what I can get.
Going into this, I know I’m going to cum. I mean, I guess I don’t know I’m going to cum, Joey could still completely suck in bed, but I know he wants to learn, and I know I can show him how to make me cum. He wants me to cum for him. That thought alone makes my panties start to dampen while I stand in the elevator.
We walk to the hotel room quietly, not awkward quiet, but it feels like we are both thinking and I’m okay with that. I hope he isn’t nervous, but part of me knows he is. This probably feels like a big deal to him.
The door shuts behind both of us after walking inside and the room is completely dark. I could turn on the lights, but something about not being able to see heightens every other sense I have.
Even though I can’t see, I know what the room looks like. A big king-sized bed is sitting in the middle of the room, with two bedside tables on both sides, one with the hotel phone, and one probably with a notepad and pen with the hotel logo on both. A desk sits on the opposite wall, with a chair pushed in. The TV is above the desk, with the remote sitting just below it, waiting for someone to watch. I haven’t seen this exact room before, but I have done enough business in this hotel to understand the general make-up of it.
I move closer to Joey, until I can feel his body heat radiating off of him. I reach my hand out, touching his chest, and run my fingertips over his t-shirt, loving the way the cotton feels against my skin.
I try to remind myself that this is work and usually, I let the man take the lead. I let the man run the show because he is the one paying, but with Joey, this doesn’t feel like work. This feels like a one-night stand that I signed up for because I want to fuck him, not because I want to get paid. I push those thoughts aside though, not wanting to look at them too deeply.
I continue to run my hands up and down his chest, and his breathing starts to get more and more ragged.
“Can I kiss you?” Joey asks, suddenly, making my blood heat.
I smile, completely overtaken by how fucking cute his question is. “You can kiss me,” I confirm, staring into his brown eyes, only visible because of the moonlight peaking through the window.
He stares at me for a second, not moving, and I stare back, wondering what is happening in that pretty little head of his. His eyes dart between my own, looking for something that I’m not sure of. I continue rubbing circles on his chest, trying to comfort him.
“I don’t want to fuck this up,” he mutters, barely above a whisper. I’m close enough that I can feel his breath and something about that makes this even more erotic than normal.
“You won’t fuck this up. I won’t let you,” I say, trying to comfort him the best way I know how, before his lips crash into mine and I moan into his mouth. I expected this kiss to start out slow and get heavier the longer it went. I expected Joey to be gentle with me and nervous with his kiss, but the way that his mouth is devouring me, running his tongue across mine, is primal, like he has been waiting his entire life to taste me.
He backs me up until the back of my knees hit the bed and then stands there kissing me for a few more seconds. I moan again and he breaks the kiss suddenly, putting his forehead on mine and catching his breath.
“God, you’re going to ruin me tonight, aren’t you?” Joey asks, and I hold back a moan from escaping my throat. Something about his raw vulnerability is sexy. It feels like he is trusting me with so much, and even though I know it’s my job, I feel weirdly honored.
“I’m going to try,” I reply completely breathless. I wish I didn’t sound so affected by him, but I can’t help myself. I feel his smile as he goes in for another kiss, taking my breath away once again.
A squeak pops out of me when he picks me up, acting as if my weight is nothing, and lays me down in the middle of the bed as gently as he can. There is a softness to his actions that I was expecting, but the animalistic approach with his mouth is the thing that caught me off guard.
I lean back until I’m on my elbows, looking up at Joey’s shadow standing above me and I’m honestly taken aback by how attractive he is. Only half of his face is lit up by the moonlight, but it’s gorgeous. His lips are full, his cheekbones high, and god, his fucking eyes look right into my soul. He looks at me with pure hunger that warms me from the inside out.
Joey hooks his fingers under his shirt, ripping it off quickly, exposing his broad chest. My mouth falls open in surprise before I even have a moment to stop it. It literally falls open like I’m in a cartoon. I don’t even care about that though, because I’m running my eyes across his tight chest, admiring his physique.
The moonlight leaks in from the windows illuminating the edges of every sculpted muscle on his chest, making Joey look that much more appealing. He has so much more muscle than I first expected. Hard ridges line his body, and the only thought that runs through my head is how much I want to trace every line with my tongue.
My eyes start at the base of his neck, examining every inch of muscle. My eyes trail down his chest, staring at his hard pecs. My mouth waters on instinct, wishing I could taste him right now. I know I could, but I’m loving the way he is taking control. My eyes dart down suddenly, to the “v” marks pointing me right to his cock.
I can see the bulge in his pants, even in just the moonlight. My mouth waters again, and I’m wishing for the feel of his cock in my mouth, but I know that we will get there eventually.
Joey stalks closer to me, making me feel like prey. It excites me the way he goes between being dominant and submissive. With just a shift of words, it changes who is in control, and something about that makes me feel the need to clench my thighs together.
He comes closer to me, finally laying his body on top of mine, holding his weight up so he doesn’t crush me. I moan before his mouth connects with mine, and I wrap my legs around his torso, desperate to feel his dick against the core of my body. I lift my pelvis, wanting friction when he breaks the kiss and stares at me for a second.
It takes a moment for me to see the nervousness on Joey’s face. He looks at me like he’s worried about my reaction, and I give him time to tell me what is happening inside his head.
“I should probably start with eating you out, right?” he said hesitantly, suddenly unsure. I nod quickly, desperate for some kind of friction, any kind of friction at this point.
I bring my arms up and cup his face in my hands. I know he is nervous about not pleasing me, but he’s already doing such a good job.
“My first lesson was going to be about dirty talk and kissing, but you are already excelling at those,” I say, trying to boost his ego just a little. He still looks unsure as he stares at me. “Now you get to feel how wet you made me,” I mutter, and I watch as his eyes darken with lust.
His movements are quick but controlled and something about that makes me even hornier. He acts like he can’t wait to taste me, and his eagerness is so fucking sexy. He moves down my body, muscles contracting as he moves, making my eyes catch on certain parts of him. His arms and shoulders leave me completely transfixed, desperate for more.
I can feel Joey’s breath on my skin as he draws closer to my pussy. He lifts my dress quickly, desperation showing in his movements. He makes quick work of my thong, throwing it to the floor. I’m completely bare from the waist down now and I feel my pussy throbbing at the thought.
I watch him while leaning back on my elbows, desperate to see his face. He looks over my body, taking in every inch, and my heart beats wildly, desperate for his approval.
“God, look at this pretty pussy,” he says with pure awe in his voice, as his fingers separate my pussy lips, giving him a completely unobstructed view of the most intimate part of me. “Teach me how to make this pretty cunt cum for me,” he says, before his mouth connects with my clit and my head rolls back with pleasure.
