I should not like this man as much as I do. I should not like this man as much as I do. I should not like this man as much as I do.
I’m a fucking sex worker, it is my entire job to stay unattached to the men that I fuck, and yet here I am, beaming with pride over the fact that he made me cum, and he made me cum fucking hard. I shouldn’t be feeling these things. I never feel these things for other clients. I’m good at my job and I’m good at staying ten feet away from any kind of feelings at all times, but this time? God, I just want to fucking kiss his face. I’m so proud and happy for him, and it’s confusing as fuck.
Joey stands in front of me, staring down at me with lust in his eyes. He strips quickly, giving me almost no time to take in his body the way I want to. When he brings his boxers down, my eyes catch on his cock, and my mouth waters instantly, desperate for a taste.
It’s thick and long without being over the top. I’m not worried about how I am going to fit him inside of me, but I’m not upset over his size either. He strokes his dick just once, but my pussy clenches as I watch him jerk himself, wishing I could see him finish himself off like that just once.
But then he climbs on top of me, and all of my thoughts go out the window. He’s going to fuck me, and maybe he won’t even last long, but I feel so fucking empty.
With Joey on top of me, I get a good view of his face, and I take a minute just to appreciate just how good-looking he is. His brown hair hangs in his eyes, just barely, making him look messy and disheveled, but in the most appealing way. His eyes stare into mine, assessing me in the same way, a fact that makes me blush if I think about it too hard.
My favorite part of being around Joey is we both seem equally as shocked about each other. He looks at me with awe, a way no one has really looked at me before. Sure, people have looked at me like I’m beautiful, but that’s a little different than Joey looking at me like I hold the sun and the stars in my hands.
And I can’t stop staring at him in the same way. He has general confidence about him outside of the bedroom, but a humbleness I have yet to see in a lot of men. He might be scared of asking for help, but god, I fucking love it when he does.
I push my feelings away, at least as far as they will go, while Joey stares down at me, eyes hopeful.
“Do you have a condom?” I ask, knowing I tested clean the last time I checked, and Joey tested clean just a few days ago when I required him to get checked before I would see him.
“It’s already on,” Joey says, with a smirk on his face. I blink at him, confused for just a second, before realizing that my orgasm may have made my brain a little more cloudy than I first expected.
The smirk on his face doesn’t go away, as Joey shines with pride, and I hate to admit it, but it’s a little fucking adorable.
“Shut up,” I mutter, smiling but trying to preserve some of my dignity. “It wasn’t that good,” I say, a blush staining my cheeks even thinking about it. God, I feel like a schoolgirl, blushing about a boy.
Joey leans down, placing his lips on the shell of my ear, making a shiver run through my body before I can stop it. “If you blush from even talking about it, it was good,” Joey says, raising up to meet my eyes again, the smirk still sitting on his mouth, making fun of me.
“Fine,” I admit sheepishly. “But, don’t get a big head about it,” I warn.
He pushes his mouth on mine, enveloping me in a kiss that takes my breath away. His tongue darts out, making the kiss turn erotic, and I groan into his mouth, desperate for him to finally fuck me.
I lift my legs, hooking them on his waistline, giving him a clear path, hoping and praying he will take it.
“What do you want?” Joey whispers, breaking the kiss and staring into my eyes. I have never been one to get insecure during sex, but something about the way he is looking at me makes me feel vulnerable.
“I-” I mumble, unable to get words out. I stare into his brown eyes, completely overtaken by emotion. This has never happened to me. I have never felt this way with a client, and it makes my stomach churn with unease.
If I told him what I really want, it would make this entire situation turn uncomfortable. I know this isn’t a fairy tale and I know we probably won’t get a happy ending, but damn, I want a chance at something with him. I want him to pursue me and ask me out on a date, even though it’s totally irrational. I’m literally getting paid for my time right now.
As if my eyes told him my secrets, Joey stares at me, more intently than a few seconds ago.
“I know, I feel it too,” he mumbles, not looking at me but bringing his face down to my collarbone and kissing up my neck, making my body tingle. “Just tell me what you want right now,” he says against my ear.
“I want you to fuck me,” I mutter quickly, turning more and more desperate the longer this goes on. I don’t care that I already came, I want him inside of me as soon as possible.
“Say please,” Joey whispers against my ear, shocking me and making my pussy literally throb. I’m not the begging type, usually. I tend to have people begging me for stuff, but I’m so desperate, I don’t even think I care anymore.
“Please fuck me,” I beg desperately.
“Are you gonna take it like a good whore for me?” he asks,
“God, Joey, stop that,” I mutter, starting to grind myself against him, desperate for any friction I can get at this point.
“Why? Am I making you wet? Do you like it when I talk to you like that?” Joey asks, forcing a whimper to come out of my mouth. He knows the answers to his questions, but I’m loving this game we are playing.
“Please,” I say, eyes desperate. “Please, just fuck me,” I beg, literally writhing against him.
His cock touches the outside of my entrance, making me moan and my head tip back. I feel like I am on such an edge, and any movement at all is going to make me fall apart in his arms. I just want him to fuck me as if his life depends on it.
His cock moves an inch inside of me, and my eyes connect with Joey’s instantly as I will them not to roll to the back of my head. He holds eye contact with me, his brown eyes boring into mine and making it that much more erotic, as his cock slides into me slowly.
With his cock inside of me fully, I start moving my hips, silently begging him to fuck me already. I’m wet enough, after cumming on his mouth, and I just need him to rail me at this point.
“Please just fuck me,” I mutter again, feeling high off of the lust that is radiating through my body. “Make me cum on your cock,” I mutter, and it’s like a switch is set off within him. He goes from complete stillness to fucking me senselessly, his cock doing full strokes.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he mutters in my ear as he continues pounding into me, hard. My back arches into him, making my tits press into his chest, adding extra friction. A moan leaves my body before I can hold it back and Joey looks at me with heated eyes.
He moves all of his weight onto one arm and uses the other to play with my nipple, pinching it between his pointer and thumb, just like I did when he was eating me out. I moan out loud, desperate to confirm what a good job he is doing but unable to get the words out.
“Yeah, you fucking like that?” he asks, as he continues to pinch my nipples, sending pleasure radiating through me.
He pulls out, only to slam back into me, making my head fall back with pleasure. Every time he slams into me, our pelvic bones connect, giving my clit the friction it needs. My tits jiggle with every movement and he holds his hand out, letting his palm graze my nipples as they move with each thrust.
He keeps pounding into me, making me feel full. He groans into each thrust, as our skin claps together, forcing me closer and closer to orgasm. I bring my hands up to his hair as I pull gently.
His lips are suddenly on mine, kissing me with passion, taking the pleasure between us to the next level. His tongue slides in my mouth as his cock pumps into me roughly, making the walls of my pussy clench with each thrust.
“Joey, I’m gonna cum,” I mutter, completely overtaken. My eyes close on instinct, unable to stop myself, but Joey’s words pull me back down to earth.
“Open your eyes, Ava. I want to watch you cum,” Joey says gruffly, his voice deeper than normal. I open my eye instantly, feeling the need to listen to his commands, and my eyes meet his and it only makes my orgasm better.
His brown eyes stare back at me, making my orgasm feel amazing and vulnerable at the same time. I have had sex with plenty of men, but I have never felt this level of connection with them, and something about this feels completely different from the way any other client or boyfriend has made me feel.
I moan as my orgasm starts to dissipate, leaving me drunk off the high, only to feel completely sober just a second later as I watch Joey start to lose control. I force him to look at me too, needing eye contact to pull us closer together.
His groan rings in my ears as he cums with his cock still inside of me. He keeps fucking me, through his orgasm, extending it and riding out his pleasure.
When he is finished cumming, he kisses me suddenly, taking me aback. It’s not that I don’t want his kiss, but something so small after sex feels so right between us. I’m losing sight of the fact that I’m supposed to be a sex worker here, not a one-night stand. I’m supposed to have boundaries with him, and instead, I want to do this all over again.
The reality of our situation starts to sink in and honestly, it makes me… sad. This isn’t supposed to become anything more, but I want it to.
Which is fucking insane.
Joey gets up quickly, going to the bathroom to dispose of the condom I assume, and I sit there staring at the ceiling and contemplating my life choices, needing to take a minute before facing him.
I can’t believe this is happening to me. I can’t believe I may be catching feelings for a client I just met. This doesn’t happen to me. I have never allowed it to and I’m not sure why it is happening now.
When Joey comes back, I’m starting to spiral, not knowing what to do in this situation. I have always been confident in my job, knowing clear boundaries and how to not cross them, but right now, what I want and what I should do are two different things.
Joey lays next to me, on his side with his head in his hand. He stares at me for a while, completely unaware of the fact that I’m panicking about what to do.
“I – uh” he stumbles, looking nervous. I glance over at him, confusion running through me. He clears his throat, trying again. “I want to see you again,” he says, and for a second, my heart soars, excited that he is feeling the same way I am, but then reality sinks in, and I realize that he probably just wants another fuck. He wants another night with the talented sex worker he was with tonight, not another night with me.
“Oh, yeah of course,” I say, lacking the usual perk in my voice. “We can schedule another session if you want,” I say, trying my best to hide how uncomfortable I am with this turn of events.
What shocks me though is that, instead of Joey agreeing and giving me the dates he is available, his face turns red and he stutters a little, trying to speak but failing. I cock my head to the side, trying to understand.
“That’s not,” he mumbles, cutting himself off. He looks away quickly, running his free hand over his face, looking frustrated and nervous at the same time. I place my hand on his arm, the one that is supporting his head, urging him on.
“What I mean to say,” he mumbles, finally looking back at my eyes. “I want to see you again,” he pauses, “outside of this hotel room.” He searches my eyes instantly, looking for a reaction. I stare at him, trying to figure out the meaning of his words.
Does he mean like a date? Something about that feels too good to be true, as if he couldn’t mean that. Maybe he means that he wants to see me at his house next time, or a different hotel because this one doesn’t have good enough sheets.
“I don’t do house calls,” I mutter, feeling irritated. He rubs his face again, clearly getting frustrated too.
“I meant, like a date or something,” he stumbles suddenly, seemingly rushing to get the words out. I blink at him, once, twice, three times, before the words start to sink in. He wants to take me on a date.
I stare at him for a second, uneasy and unsure how that would even work, even if I am excited about the idea. I know most men won’t be okay with my current job, and because of that, I’m open to the idea of stopping and finding something else to do, but I don’t want to do that for just anyone.
“You want to go on a date with me?” I ask, not believing him for a second. I know I’m a catch, I’m a good person and amazing in bed, but most people see me as a one-night thing, not a forever thing, and I’ve been okay with that ever since.
Right now though, the last thing I want to be in his eyes is a one-night thing.
He nods urgently, making me smile at his enthusiasm.
“Sure, I’ll go on a date with you,” I say, still completely taken aback. “You are okay with the whole sex worker thing?” I ask, still confused about how this is going to work.
“We’ll figure it out,” he says, as if the only thing that matters is that he has a future date with me. He smiles like a kid on Christmas morning, leaning over and planting his lips on mine, and I kiss him back with passion, excited about my future.
