Rochelle stepped out of the shower. Checking her phone, she saw she still had about forty minutes until she was due to meet Johnny. Her palms began sweating.
She grabbed her lingerie and slipped it on, cursing at the bustier as she struggled to get it to sit right.
Standing in front of the full-length mirror, Rochelle stared at her reflection. Rolling her eyes, she turned side on and sucked in her stomach. She should have spent more time working on her body.
Suddenly her stomach fluttered. Great. The nerves were back.
She checked her phone, opening Instagram. No message from him to say he was on his way. She felt herself relax a little. At least he wasn’t building the anticipation the same way Tommy did.
She closed Instagram and gazed at her home screen of her phone. His shirtless photo stared back at her.
She felt her body react.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, she took a couple of deep breaths. She rubbed her hands on her thighs. Up until now, she had been feeling calm. Her heart felt like it was going to explode out of her chest. Great. Now she was having an anxiety attack.
What she really needed was reassurance.
She picked up her phone and dialled her friend, Katherine. She always knew just what to say in situations like this.
“Hey babes, what’s up?”
“Help me!”
“Okay, babes. Deep breaths. What’s going on?”
“I need to cancel this.”
“Don’t you fucking dare. You’ve got like 20 minutes until he arrives. You are not cancelling it.”
“Katherine, I’m literally sitting in a corset on the edge of the bed having a full-on panic attack.”
“And we’re going to get you through it. He’s just a guy.”
Rochelle felt her heart rate slow.
“He’s not just a guy. He’s a bloody God. What’s the Italian equivalent of Adonis?”
Katherine paused. “You know, I don’t know. Let me Google that one."
“Well, he’s an Adonis.”
“Rochelle, he’s just a guy. And you’ve done this before.”
“Yeah. With Ryan. William. Tommy. Not Johnny.”
“Johnny isn’t any different to those guys. Well, I hope he’s a little different if you know what I mean.”
Rochelle laughed. She licked her lips.
“Okay, I feel a little better.”
“Good. Get dressed while I’m on the phone and send me a pic of the full outfit.”
Rochelle stood up and slipped on her leopard print dress. She slipped her feet into her knee-high boots and winced. “I may have to rethink the shoes,” she said.
“Why? What are you wearing?’
Rochelle stood at the full-length mirror and snapped a quick photo.
“Incoming photo.”
“Wow. Move over, Johnny. I’d totally do you right now.”
Rochelle laughed. “Are you sure it’s okay? I don’t look too fat in this? God, why didn’t I spend the entire time working out.”
“Because you would have been miserable the entire time.”
“Yes, but I’d be in much better shape than I am now. And Johnny is perfect.”
“Rochelle, he’s just a guy.”
Rochelle’s phone buzzed and she glanced at the screen.
“Well, ‘the guy’ has just arrived so now I’m really shitting myself.”
“Have fun. Girl, you got this.”
“Thanks Katherine.”
Rochelle shoved her room key into her clutch and grabbed her phone. She replied to let him know she was coming down to the lobby.
She stepped into the hall and made her way to the elevator. Tugging on the hem of her dress, she suddenly felt very uncomfortable. She loved the dress she had chosen to wear, but was it the right choice for a night with an Italian equivalent of Adonis?
The elevator door slid open, and she stepped inside. A man was already in there. He smiled and asked her how she was doing. Rochelle smiled, politely making small talk until they arrived at the lobby.
She stepped onto the tiled floor and glanced around the room.
She locked eyes with a tall, handsome man. Her heart began to pound inside her chest as she made her way over to him. He flashed her a perfect smile before embracing her.
He carried a small black bag so Rochelle escorted him over to the elevator bay so he could drop it off in her room. It also gave her a chance to change shoes. Knee-high boots and a broken toe weren’t exactly the best of friends.
She led him up to her room, ushering him inside.
She moved quickly towards the bed where she had laid out her recent publication. She presented it to him.
“By the way, this is for you,” she told him. “I signed it for you, and I may have bookmarked my story for you with a pre-written thank you letter.”
Johnny’s lip twitched into a smile. “Thank you,” he told her. “That’s sweet of you. I can’t wait to read it.”
She smiled and turned towards the balcony as he tucked the book into his bag. The late afternoon sun streamed through the window. Her stomach felt like it was in knots.
“So, did you have any plans for what you wanted to do?”
Rochelle turned back around, her lip twitching upwards into a sly grin. Yeah, you. Repeatedly, she thought. Her cheeks burned as she quickly looked away. Nope, still too shy to say that. She swallowed hard, shaking her head. “No, I thought we would just wing it.”
Johnny smiled. “There’s a bar downstairs. How about a couple of drinks?” Rochelle nodded. Her mouth suddenly felt dry.
Following him out of the room, they made their way downstairs to the bar. They placed their order and took a seat on the balcony.
Rochelle rubbed her palm on her dress as she wet her lips. For the first time, she really looked at Johnny, taking his physical appearance in. Each time she locked eyes with him, she felt his dark eyes studying her. She saw them dance with excitement when he spoke. His dark hair beckoned her fingers to tussle it. Her eyes drifted down to his watch, studying his hands. A sudden urge to intertwine her fingers with his took over her body.
Instinctively, she withdrew herself. A man of Johnny’s calibre would never look at a woman like her. Suddenly, the same sinking feeling that she initially had with Ryan washed over her.
She bit her lip and avoided his gaze while trying to keep the conversation light. She had been an actress. She could hide her nerves.
Johnny leaned in towards her, his hand brushing against hers lightly. Rochelle felt a surge of electricity race through her body. Heat radiated from her cheeks and she knew she was blushing.
Glancing up, she locked eyes with him. He flashed her a megawatt smile. “You don’t seem nervous at all,” he remarked.
“I’m terrified,” she confessed, holding up her hand, showing that she was shaking a little.
Johnny lightly touched her arm and continued the conversation.
As the hours passed, Rochelle felt more comfortable. Her nerves had vanished and as odd as it seemed, it was though she had known Johnny for years with how easy it was to talk to him. Although, she was convinced that she probably bored him with stories from her life.
“Why don’t we head upstairs?” he teased, setting down his empty glass on the table.
Rochelle nodded, getting to her feet. She led him back to the lobby of the hotel, searching her clutch for her room key.
The elevator door opened, and they stepped inside with another couple.
Rochelle bit her lip as she pressed the button for the 15th floor. Her mind began to wander as she took a sly glance at Johnny. There was a small part of her that wanted him to press her against the wall of the elevator, stare into her soul with those lustful chocolate brown eyes, before biting her lower lip as he kissed her passionately. She swallowed hard when he turned his head and glanced at her as the elevator stopped at the 7th floor. The other patrons exited, and the metallic doors slid shut.
Rochelle twirled a strand of her blonde hair around her finger. She wished she had the confidence to put her hand on his chest and press him against the wall and lean in for that long-desired kiss.
The doors slid open, and she stepped out with Johnny close behind her.
Opening the door to her room, Rochelle breathed a sigh of relief. She was looking forward to removing her boots and checking out the damage of her broken toe.
“I’m just going to use the bathroom,” Johnny said, breaking the silence. Rochelle nodded and perched herself on the edge of the bed, unzipping her boot. She freed her feet, sighing in satisfaction when she flexed her toes on the carpet.
She stood up and opened the balcony door, stepping outside to enjoy the scent of the nearby ocean. Live music from a bar downstairs echoed into the night.
“This is nice.”
“Shit!” Rochelle jumped, her hand on her heart. She hadn’t heard him approaching her. She giggled. “You scared me.”
“Sorry. I thought you might have heard me.”
“Sorry. I was in my own little world. Plus, I just took my shoes off so, yeah.” Her voice trailed off as she glanced up at him. “I’m a bit shorter now.”
“I’ll take mine off too.”
Johnny disappeared back inside while Rochelle lingered on the balcony, enjoying the nightly air.
Johnny returned, standing next to her, his hand roaming lightly over her back, before dipping down to the curve of her hip.
Rochelle moved her hair over one shoulder as she and Johnny chatted. The scent of her perfume lingered.
Johnny’s lips pressed against her neck. Rochelle felt her eyes close, tilting her head to allow him full access. He dusted light kisses along her sensitive skin, his hand sliding over the curve of her ass. His other hand wrapped around her body, cupping her breast, gently squeezing it.
Rochelle whimpered and clamped her thighs together. She was aroused.
His hand slid under her dress, his fingers caressing her tender flesh. Her chest rose with each deep breath.
His fingers slid beneath the material of her bustier, teasing her nipple.
A low moan escaped Rochelle as she pressed back into him. She could feel the warmth of his body against her. His arms wrapped around her, squeezing her tightly.
“Let’s move this inside,” he said, pulling her backwards into the room.
Rochelle closed the door, drawing the curtains, as Johnny stepped backwards towards the bathroom. “I’m going to take a quick shower,” he said.
“Be careful. The shower is a little temperamental,” Rochelle warned.
Johnny disappeared into the bathroom. Rochelle heard him turn on the shower. She sat on the edge of the bed and began doing some deep breathing. She felt her chest tighten. She could feel her anxiety mounting as a panic attack began to wash over her.
She began hyperventilating, tears welling up behind her eyes. Suddenly, her dress felt like it was too tight. Quickly, she pulled it off, shoving it into her suitcase.
“I think I could use some help in here.”
Rochelle froze. Shit. She swallowed hard. “Oh really?”
She stepped into the bathroom, revealing the lingerie she was wearing.
Johnny’s eyes roamed over her, “Damn. You look good.”
Rochelle bit her lip, desperate to not be caught staring at the Italian God that was currently occupying her hotel’s shower. She began undoing the bustier, suddenly regretting wearing it. She quickly exited the room, ripping it off, and grabbing a robe from the closet. She wasn’t confident in her appearance. Not when Johnny looked like he was chiselled directly from marble.
Stepping back into the bathroom, Johnny laughed when he saw she had covered herself. Her quirky personality intrigued him. He watched intently as she clipped her hair up and disrobed, her curves on full display. She covered herself and stepped into the shower beside him.
Rochelle was suddenly very aware of her size. Her heart began to race again, and she could feel the panic washing over her.
Johnny’s hand landed on her hip as he turned her towards him. He lent down, his lips brushing against hers lightly. Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around him as she sank into his kiss.
His tongue danced alongside hers as her nails raked over his shoulders. She felt her body responding to his tender touch. He turned her around, parting her legs as his fingers began to gently stroke between her thighs. Rochelle’s hands were splayed against the glass as she felt Johnny slide a finger deep inside her. His other hand came across her body, squeezing her breast, teasing her nipple between his fingers.
Rochelle began to give herself over to him. Her eyes closed as a familiar tingle began to build inside her.
He turned her back to face him, guiding her hand down until she wrapped it around his throbbing cock. Rochelle’s eyes widened as panic set in for a different reason. Johnny was huge. She fought every urge to glance down.
Her hand stroked him as his fingers explored her. If he wasn’t holding her, Rochelle was convinced that she would have lost her balance.
He stopped, pulling her away from him. He spun her around, feeling her body press against him, as he cupped her breasts, tweaking her nipples. One hand then slid down over her belly, his fingers finding their way to her clit. His other hand slid down over the curve of her ass, moving between her legs and parting her lips. She let out a low moan that was music to his ears.
Reaching behind her, Rochelle’s fingers grasped around his shaft. She glanced over her shoulder at him and found herself giving over to him.
Johnny turned the water off, and Rochelle climbed out, wrapping a towel around herself before handing him one.
Johnny stepped out of the shower and asked her for a second towel. “I want you to come over here,” he said, dropping the towel at his feet. “And kneel down.”
Rochelle turned around. Her eyes began to burn, and she knew they were changing colour from blue to green.
Without question, she dropped to her knees, her hand wrapping around the base of his cock, while her tongue danced across the head.
Rochelle glanced up at him, her hand and mouth working him over simultaneously. Feeling his hand run through her hair was all the approval Rochelle needed. She slid further down his shaft, feeling him throbbing with each movement.
His low growls were arousing.
Rochelle never liked giving head. Not after the trauma her ex put her through with the act. But with Johnny, it felt natural. She was enjoying herself.
“Okay,” Johnny panted, taking a step back. He lent down, his hands pulling her to her feet. “Your turn.”
He led her out of the bathroom and pushed her gently onto the bed. Removing the towel, Rochelle suddenly felt very shy. Every flaw and fat cell were on display. Her hands moved towards her stomach in a poor attempt to hide from him.
Johnny lent down over her, his body covering her as he planted a kiss on her lips. Rochelle’s eyes fluttered closed as he kissed down her body, stopping to suckle at her breast, the tip of his tongue teasing her nipple.
When he parted her legs, his tongue teasing her, Rochelle’s hips bucked. The last man to do that to her had been Tommy.
Her hands gripped the bedsheets as her cheeks burned. Her eyes rolled back as Johnny sucked her clitoris into his mouth. His fingers explored her. Her moans of pleasure flooded his ears. He linked his arm around her thigh, holding her in place as she squirmed at his touch.
She tasted good. He wanted to devour her until she came on his tongue. He didn’t have to wait long as her stomach tightened, her legs shaking as she gave into his expert touch. Johnny didn’t let up, drawing out the pleasure. Her hips began making small circles on his tongue as she found herself grinding against him.
Johnny pulled away from her, moving around the bed and kneeling beside her head. Rochelle greedily wrapped her lips around his cock, her tongue teasing him, her hand touching her breast. Johnny moved her hand as he lent down, sucking her nipple between his lips, his teeth grazing over it.
He glanced down and caught Rochelle’s eye. They were a vibrant green, a clear sign she was turned on. His fingers returned to her wet pussy. Sliding in with ease, he greeted her slickness with enthusiasm. He groaned as she let out a low moan, her throat vibrating around his quivering member. For a moment, it felt like a contest on who was going to cum first.
Johnny began slightly thrusting his hips. Rochelle’s throat opened, taking more of him in her mouth. His strokes were shallow, gentle. He didn’t want to cause her any discomfort. He was enjoying himself.
With a great effort, he pulled away from her. He wanted to feel her wrapped around his cock in a different way.
Moving back between her legs, he slid into her.
Rochelle’s eyes widened. Oh shit. He was bigger than she thought. Silently, she begged him to take it slow with her. She was terrified he was going to tear her in half. She found herself deeply breathing, her nails clawing at his shoulders. Johnny lifted her legs, thrusting deeper inside her. Rochelle yelped as a mixture of pleasure and pain washed over her. She could feel him deeper inside her than any man she had been with. She started wishing she had taken yoga in between when she booked him and now.
Sensing she needed to change position; Johnny told her to roll over. She obeyed, her hair falling in front of her face as he slid back inside her.
Rochelle began moaning. Between his thrusting, and her clit rubbing against the sheets of the bed, she was hovering on the edge.
Johnny’s hand gripped her hip, pulling her up onto her knees. Rochelle reached under her, rubbing her clit as she felt Johnny pound deeper inside her. She backed against him, meeting him thrust for thrust.
That was enough for her as she gave into the wave of pleasure of her fourth orgasm for the night. At this rate, he had beaten both Ryan and William.
Her legs shook as Johnny withdrew from her. Whispering soothing words to her, he laid her back down and moved between her legs. His tongue lapped at her juices. He chuckled slightly as he felt her fingers lightly running through his hair.
He replaced his tongue with his fingers, driving them into her slickness harder and faster. He watched her back arch, fists clenching the pillow, knuckles turning white. Her mouth opened as she panted, her moans of pleasure growing louder as her body responded to his manipulations. She felt her body explode, squirting over his hand.
Johnny laid down beside her. “Are you okay?” he asked.
Rochelle swallowed hard. She couldn’t speak. She nodded, brushing a bead of sweat from her brow.
He wrapped his arms around her. Rochelle stiffened. She wasn’t used to someone showing her care afterwards. Despite still being naked, she felt comfortable with Johnny. She snuggled into his embrace, her fingers lightly dancing over his skin.
“Thank you,” she said, softly. She paused as she chuckled to herself. It’s hard to imagine at one point she found him intimidating.
“No need to thank me, it was my pleasure.”
His pleasure? Rochelle could still feel the dampness between her thighs to prove that it was definitely her pleasure. She was convinced she wouldn’t be able to walk the next day.
She rolled over, her hand resting against his chest. She could feel his heart beating. “So, how did you get into escorting?”
Johnny stared at her, his eyes softening. He told her how he found his way into the industry, his hand running over her skin.
“I’m glad you did. This was one of the best nights I’ve had. I owe you for this.”
“You owe me? No, you don’t.”
“I do. You’ve inspired me more than you’ve realised. And I’m already thinking about the next time I see you.” She paused. “Of course, only if you want to.”
Johnny smiled. “Of course I do. You’re an amazing kisser, you taste great. I had a great time. And I feel comfortable.”
Rochelle grinned.
Johnny sat up and checked the clock. “I’m going to have a quick shower and get ready.” He gave her forehead a kiss as he got to his feet.
Rochelle smiled as she heard the shower start. For the first time, she didn’t feel vulnerable at the end of a session. She felt relaxed. She sat up, wrapping the towel around her to preserve some modesty. She caught a glimpse of her reflection in a mirror and cringed. Her hair was a mess, her lips swollen from kissing him. She caught sight of her stomach and instinctively pulled a pillow into her lap to hide it.
Johnny returned, packing his bag.
He glanced over at her. “I’ve got to go. Thank you for tonight.” He extended his arms to give her a hug. Rochelle stood up and wrapped her arms around his waist.
“Please let me know when you get home safely,” Rochelle said.
Johnny smiled. “I will. We’ll keep in touch, and I’ll see you again soon.”
And with that, he turned and walked out of the room, leaving behind the scent of his cologne and the memories of an exceptional night.
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