On Call Stud ~ Part II
By: Asrai Devin
Tags: Short Story, Fiction, Erotica, Sexy, Escorts

Satisfaction guaranteed…

Photo by Lucas Ribeiro from Pexels

Read Part I here

His hand cupped my chin and his thumb wiped at the corners of my mouth. “I’ll give you the name. Another bite?”

“Yes please.” By the time I finished the treat, I was a puddle of need. He hadn’t really touched me other than wiping the crumbs after each bite.

But Maverick scooted closer and put his hand on my silk sofa and examined my mouth. “I missed a bit of chocolate, let me.” He didn’t lift his hand, instead leaning over me licked my lips. I gasped, and his mouth covered mine, his tongue licking the chocolate from inside my mouth. Oh hell — my hands fluttered to his chest. He was solid, and his goatee tickled me as our lips rubbed together.

His fingers pressed firm on my neck, skimming down my arms, and one settled on my thigh, close to where I throbbed recalling his promise on the phone. The other closed over my breast, squeezing my breast. I bared them in my latest movie, cost the studio an extra half million per breast. Maverick may have seen them already, if he was a movie goer.

His mouth pulled from mine, and he stood over me. His hands brushed my hair, pulling the elastic free, so it fell to my shoulders. “You’re gorgeous.” His voice was thick, warm, sweet like chocolate he fed me, but from his tone it wasn’t a line. He meant it. Or I thought he did. He could be a great actor. How many movies had I declared my undying love for my costar? And Dexter declared his, but he lied too.

Maverick cupped my chin. “I’m serious Megan Eve. You’re paying me to make you feel good, but you are beautiful. I don’t mean your looks, because you know that. I’m talking about the sensual woman inside that you locked up since your public betrayal. Let’s go to your bedroom, so we can unleash that sensual woman.”

I raised to my feet and pressed my blushing face into his chest. “I don’t care if it’s a line, it’s so good.”

He grabbed my hair and pulled me off him. When our eyes met, he looked into my soul. “It’s not a line, I can sense the buried sensuality, waiting for the right person to reveal it. Show me your bedroom.”

He followed me, hand holding mine, into my bedroom. He glanced around, then walked me to the full-length mirror in the corner. With hands on my hips he hauled me against him, his hips ground against me, while his hands massaged my breasts.

I closed my eyes from the view, leaning into his hands, my hips writhing with his. He moved a hand between my legs, using the seam of my pants to press into my throbbing clit. “Watch yourself, angel. Open your eyes and see how sexy you are.” His lips brushed my ear as he spoke.

I looked at the mirror, seeking what he said. We were the same, I watched him move against me, both selling a fantasy to make someone feel good. Only I sold it to millions, he was here for me.

He pulled my shirt over my head, then my bra dropped. His eyes held me watching me, plucking my nipples while our reflections stared at each other. Maverick was so damn hot that I lit on fire from his nearness. His white t-shirt and jeans joined the growing pile. He groaned, “God, I’m so hard for you, I needed to take off my pants.”

He led me to the bed and laid me sideways, kissing my nipples as he worked the fastener of my pants and they slid away quickly, leaving us in our underwear. His fingers teased between my legs, pressing the damp silk against my slick skin.

“Are you feeling your sensual side yet?” He blew against my nipple, the center tightened more.

“She’s waking up.”

His lips clamped over my nipple, his fingers pushing my panties aside to rub the slick lips. My hips jerked as I tried to move his attention to my clit.

Maverick shook his head as he hovered over me. “Ask for what you want, Meg.”

“Don’t stop?” I tried.

“You can do better than that. Tell me how to touch you.”

“Rub my clit, please.” I put my hands on his shoulders and pressed my nails into his skin enough to bite.

He rewarded my plea by rubbing my clit. “You don’t have to say please, angel. You can demand what you want.”

“A little harder, pl — — , Maverick.” I coughed as he grinned at me.

“Good girl.” He gave another of the knee weakening, hypersensual kisses that were his trademark.

I ripped my mouth from his. “I want you to kiss me like that.” Gulping down air, I forced myself to finish the lascivious demand. “On my pussy.”

“There’s my sensual minx.” He peeled away the thin red silk that covered me, then kissed between my legs, his skillful tongue stroking my clit.

“Right there.” My hands grabbed his hair. “Lick me like that, god. Wait, put your fingers inside me.”

“How many?” His eyes glittered, looking me over.

“Two, please.” We shared a grin at the pleasantry. Maverick returned to licking me, his fingers filled me, his fingers wiggling inside me as if I was too tight for his digits, as if he wanted me open for more. I hadn’t examined the bulge in his underwear, but his fingers made me curious.

“Ahh fuck.” A wave of pleasure slammed into me, jarring me, another and another, as he worked my body.

“That’s right, angel. Say my name while you come.”

My feet pressed into the bed so I could lift my hips as the orgasm rocketed through me, sending my senses spinning. “Maverick,” I cried, grabbing his hair. “Fuck me.”

He didn’t stop his tongue moving on me, making my skin bubble with shivers as my pleasure crackled in my nerves.

“Is that a demand?” He asked, floating over me. His goatee glistened with my arousal and I dragged a finger across. I licked the taste off my skin as he watched. “Damn, woman.”

“It is a demand. I want to see your dick, I want to feel it in my pussy. I want to know if you are half as good with your member, compared to your tongue.” Oh yes, my sensual self was awake and roaring for more.

“Do you have condoms? I left my bag in your entryway. I never do that, so I’m blaming your sweet mouth.”

“There’s a box of condoms in the side table.”

“Are they extra large?”

“Probably, given the size of my ex’s ego.”

“Keep your eyes on me. I want you to appreciate my body as much as I did yours.”

“Yes Sir.” I saluted and sat up as he retrieved a condom, then peeled away his black silk boxers, revealing a long, thick love tool. I snorted at the euphemism and his eyes shot to mine.

“Are you laughing at me?” He flexed so his dick waved at me.

“I am not laughing at you. The word love tool floated through my head.”

“Love tool, it could be a love tool. It’s my turn to make demands.” Maverick put his hands down either side of me. “Don’t you agree?”

“Sure.” I shrugged.

“I want your hand wrapped around my cock, stroking me.” With a nod, I followed his orders, and he rewarded me with a kiss. “Can you feel me throbbing for you?”

“Yes.” I ran my thumb over the head of his cock, where he dripped for me too. “I’m glad I turn you on.”

“Me too. And I wish I could experience your sweet mouth, but I’d come instantly. As it is, I hope you don’t think I’m too fast.”

He knelt over me and gave me a close view of the condom application. Then he wrapped my legs around his waist and surged into me.

“Fast and hard sounds good.” I bit his shoulder and rocked my hips.

“You asked for it.” He grabbed my ass and pulled me up to meet his pounding thrusts.

Fuck. Yes. I arched my back and held onto him. “Maverick, yes.”

“Come on my love tool, angel. I want to feel you squeezing me.”

He licked the moans from my mouth as we fucked. And I forgot everything but the feel of him, the pleasure he ripped from my body, not gentle orgasms, but feelings that rocked my world from the core outward. Satisfaction guaranteed, his profile promised, and he delivered it from the length of his cock.

His fingers tightened on my ass and he grunted against my neck, nipping the skin. “Damn Megan, I knew you were naughty under that tight exterior.” He rolled away and I wondered how he could move. Maverick put his hands on his hips while he stared at me. “I’m still hard, so we’ll use your giant bathtub, then we’ll do that again.”

I bit my bottom lip. “Promises, promises.”

He pinched my ass. “By the time I’m done you’ll be begging for mercy.”