“What the hell am I doing?”
Rochelle stood at the foot of the bed, one suede knee-high boot in her left hand, a strappy black heel in her right. She glanced at the clock. 6:32. Shit. He was going to be here soon.
Quickly, she shoved the shoes on and hobbled towards the full-length mirror. “Heel? Boot? Heel or boot?” She hopped from foot to foot, still trying to decide which looked better with her dress.
Her phone beeped. She turned around to see her screen light up. Did that say Tommy?
She picked it up, swiping the screen. Yes, he had posted a new story on Instagram.
“Shit.”
He was in the car, heading towards her.
Kicking off the heel, Rochelle, shoved her foot into boot and zipped it up. She grabbed her clutch, checking its contents for the hundredth time. Why was she so nervous? It’s not like she hadn’t done this before.
She paused. She had done this before, but not with Tommy. From day one, she felt a connection to him. They had built a rapport over common interests. As nervous as she was, she felt comfortable opening up to him and displaying her vulnerability.
She caught sight of her reflection. She turned sideways and sucked in her stomach. She hated her appearance. That hadn’t changed. She had been through a lot in her life and her body was a roadmap of the trauma she had endured. She turned to face the mirror. Tugging on the hem of her dress, she began to question her choice of outfit.
Her phone beeped. Panicked, Rochelle swallowed hard. She picked it up. He had shared a quick clip of the front of the hotel.
“I’m here, lovely.”
Shit.
Rochelle grabbed her bag, checking she had her room’s keycard, and credit card tucked safely inside.
“I’m on my way down.”
She stared at her reflection again. This was as good as it was going to get.
She stepped into the hall and made her way to the elevator. Rocking back on her heels, Rochelle contemplated running back to her room.
The doors slid open, and she stepped inside. “Just breathe,” she told herself, closing her eyes briefly. She took in a couple of deep breaths. “You know Tommy. You’ve been talking with him for a while. He’s been a total gentleman. He’s not going to hurt you.”
She caught sight of her reflection in the elevator doors and instinctively sucked in her gut. God, she wished she was thinner. Why didn’t she spend the 196 days between when she booked to now working her ass off to get down a size or two?
The elevator stopped, the doors opening to reveal the lobby.
Rochelle took a deep breath. This was it.
She stepped out of the elevator, quickly scanning the lobby for her date.
Her eyes locked onto him, and she felt her lips twitch into a grin. Strutting across the lobby, her heeled boots clicking on the marble floors, she made her way over to him.
“Hiya handsome,” she greeted, extending her arms for a hug.
“Hello gorgeous.”
Tommy’s hands grasped her waist, pulling her in tightly. His piercing blue eyes sparkled as he smiled. “Give me a kiss.”
He pressed his lips against hers and Rochelle felt herself sink against him. Instantly, she felt her fears subside. The boy was good.
Her eyes fluttered open and she caught his lip twitch into a cheeky smile. “Now, you said you have a reservation, is that right?”
“Hmm? Oh yes. I panicked and didn’t know what to do. Figured drinks would help.” She paused. She had already told him that she couldn’t drink that night due to work commitments the following day. Suddenly the nerves were back.
They exited the hotel lobby together, strolling across the street. They had a few minutes to kill so relaxing on a park bench near the restaurant was a perfect ice breaker.
Rochelle smoothed down her leopard print dress, as she sat beside him. She crossed her legs, her dress riding up slightly to show off her creamy white thigh. She felt Tommy’s eyes roam over her. She bit her lip, feeling her cheeks growing warm. She was blushing.
“You know what I’m looking forward to,” Tommy said, breaking the silence. His thumb ran across her jawline. “Biting this lip.”
Rochelle’s eyes burned, changing from piercing blue to a deep jade green. She felt her body respond to his words and she clamped her thighs together. She wondered if he could smell her arousal.
He reached over, his hand rubbing her thigh gently. He locked eyes with her. To hell with the reservation. Rochelle wanted to take him back to the hotel room and fuck him three ways from Sunday.
He got to his feet and took her hand, leading her across the street to the restaurant.
Being shown to their seats, Rochelle glanced at the menu. She wasn’t hungry in the slightest. She flipped straight to the drinks menu. Damn. They had a Long Island under signature cocktails. Her poison of choice.
She bit her lip. She was tempted to say, “to hell with it” and just order one anyway. But knowing she had to record the next day, and what alcohol did to her throat, she ran her finger over the non-alcoholic choices. She glanced up at him, her eyes lingering over his body. She wanted to remember every part of him. She felt her tongue dart out and wet her lips. Her stomach churned. She felt sick. She wished her body could make up its mind as to whether or not she was nervous.
The conversation flowed between them as though they had known each other for years. Rochelle felt her nerves subside for what felt like the hundredth time that night.
“Let’s get out of here,” he suggested.
And just like that, her nerves returned. It was an internal struggle that she hoped she wasn’t emitting for him to see.
They left, strolling without purpose towards the beach.
The sound of the crashing waves mingled with the live music, echoing through the night. For the first time in a long time, Rochelle felt at peace. She wasn’t stressed, or anxious. She felt at home. She missed living by the ocean.
Tommy asked her questions about her life, watching her eyes light up as she spoke passionately about her love of cinema and theatre. She had been a former actress, but with the way she spoke, he got a sense that she was yearning to return to it. He drank her in, his eyes roaming over the long-sleeved leopard print mini dress, down to the deep suede knee-high boots. Rochelle occasionally tugged at the hem of her dress, pulling it down to be a little more modest.
Rochelle felt her cheeks burn a little and she ducked her head, avoiding his gaze.
“Let’s go back to the room,” he suggested, his hand snaking around her waist.
Rochelle swallowed hard but nodded.
Strolling down the busy streets, hand in hand, they chatted idly. Every now and then Rochelle would sneak a glance at him. His piercing blue eyes, chiselled jaw, and dark hair left her weak at the knees. He was definitely out of her league. And as they entered the lobby, a glance from a stranger only heightened that insecurity.
Summoning the elevator, Rochelle rocked on her heels, silently willing the metallic box to hurry up so she could ditch the boots. They were cute, but she was more a jean and t-shirt kind of girl.
The doors slid open and they stepped inside, Rochelle scanning her room key and pressing the button for the 11th floor.
She bit her lip in anticipation. She wanted to reach out to him and pull him for a deep, lingering kiss. Or to have him throw her against the wall in a display of PDA reserved for horny teenagers. She wasn’t picky.
The doors slid open and she stepped out, leading him down the hall towards her room. Shit. Did she leave a light on? She couldn’t remember.
She unlocked the door and stumbled inside. Yes, she did leave a light on.
She discarded her purse onto the desk and promptly perched herself on the edge of the bed, unzipping the side of her boots and removing them. Ahh, that felt better.
Tommy flashed her a smile, removing his jacket, tossing it over the back of a chair. On the bed beside her was a copy of her latest book for him, a small thank you gift for fitting her into his busy schedule. His eyes locked onto the small, black satin blindfold that sat beside the book. “And what is this?” he asked cheekily, picking it up, feeling the fabric run through his fingers.
Rochelle felt her cheeks grow warm. “I’m sure you can figure it out,” she teased, getting her to feet and dropping her boots near her suitcase.
She turned back to him. “See, I told you I was short.”
Tommy reached for her, wrapping his arms around her waist. “No, just the perfect height,” he said, dusting a light kiss on the tip of her nose. Her eyes caught his and her hand gently cradled his cheek as their lips met. She sighed, her body relaxing into his embrace.
She took a step backwards, breaking the kiss, and made her way to the balcony. She had never done it on a balcony before. He followed her out, pressing his body against hers as her hands held the railing. She turned her head to look at him, and in a moment of complete contentment, she planted a sweet kiss on his cheek.
They took a seat and continued their conversation. Tommy saw her tattoo on her ankle and asked about it.
Rochelle glanced down. “That,” she began. “That was a mistake. I got it for the wrong reasons. But it is cute. I just hate it because of what it stood for.”
Tommy’s fingers traced the line of the rabbit. His hand moved up her leg, before coming to rest on her thigh. He read her reaction, watching her breath hitch, her eyes flickering between bright blue and deep green. She wet her lips, her cheeks tinged with pink.
“You are safe with me,” he told her, his eyes darkening.
“I know.”
He reached for her hand, pulling her to her feet. “You said you had a movie for tonight?”
Rochelle nodded, a smile creeping to her face. “I figured I’d subject you to some classic horror cinema,” she said, stepping through the door and opening her laptop. “By the way, ignore all the porn you see. It’s homework.” She waved her hand dismissively. He knew she co-hosted an adult entertainment show.
Tommy’s eyebrow arched. “This looks like my laptop from when I was 16,” he said. Rochelle stared at him. It wasn’t that old. Then she saw his lip twitch into a grin. Son of a – he was teasing her about all the porn films she had saved.
She pulled up a file and an old film from 1960 began playing. “What’s this about?” he questioned, stretching out on the bed. She curled up next to him. “It’s a horror, the first to use the POV of the killer, actually. Psycho is often accredited to that, but this movie came out a few months before Psycho did. It’s a British film, though the lead actor is German. It follows a young man who is obsessed with film, more specifically the look of fear on film. In fact, this movie inspired my story Director’s Cut.”
Tommy put his arm around her. Every now and then he quipped that the film reminded him of home.
Rochelle giggled. “I guess I chose well then.”
“You really did.”
He pushed her laptop away, turning to face her. Their time was going by so quickly. He knew she needed him to make the first move. “I’m going to have a shower and I want you to join me,” he said.
Rochelle’s jaw dropped. Shit. Her hand draped across her stomach. “I’m terrified of you seeing me naked,” she confessed, avoiding his gaze. He kissed her, and told her that she was welcomed to have a shower after him.
She watched as he unbuttoned his shirt. “Damn,” she muttered under her breath. “Okay, I’ll join you. But first, I need you to undo this dress.” She pulled her hair to the side so he could get to the button at the nape of her neck.
She felt him press his lips against her skin as the dress suddenly became looser.
She watched him stroll into the bathroom and heard him turn on the shower. “It’s temperamental!” she called out as she quickly pulled her dress off, opening the closet door and tossing it inside.
“Wow.”
Rochelle froze. He was standing behind her.
She turned her head and caught his eye. “Busted. I love this lingerie set,” he said, running his hands across the ivory lace. Rochelle bit her lip.
She let him lead her to the bathroom, watching in awe as he removed his belt. “That was masterful,” she teased, stepping inside the bathroom.
Rochelle reached behind her, unclasping her bra and slowly removing it. Tommy appeared in the doorway, naked, admiring the view.
Rochelle turned her back to him, in a desperate bid for him not to see her flaws. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into him. Her bare breasts crushed against his chest as he kissed her deeply.
Dragging her into the shower, Tommy couldn’t resist spanking her round ass. Rochelle let out a small yelp before breaking into giggles.
Tommy took her hand, sliding down his stomach. Rochelle’s eyes widened when she felt his hardness. Instinctively, she began stroking his throbbing member. For a fleeting moment, she wanted to drop to her knees and taste him.
As if reading her thoughts, Tommy climbed out of the shower, telling her to finish up and dry off. “Do not cross this doorway,” he told her, a tone of authority in his voice.
Rochelle nodded and allowed the hot water to cascade over her body. Turning off the tap, she stepped out, wrapping herself up in a large, oversized fluffy towel.
Running a brush through her blonde locks, Rochelle stopped at the doorway, cheekily using the mirror in the hall to sneak a glance at what Tommy was doing.
Tommy appeared before her, blindfold in hand.
“I’m in trouble, aren’t I?” she joked.
“Yes.”
He placed the blindfold over her eyes, tying it behind her head. He watched her chest rise with anticipation. He took her hands and lead her out into the hotel room.
“On your knees.”
His voice was soft, yet strong.
Rochelle obeyed, dropping to her knees before him. He guided her to touch him, running her hand down the plain of his stomach. She swallowed hard. The towel he had been wearing was gone. Her hand wrapped around his cock and she began stroking him.
She felt his hand on her hair. Opening her mouth, she took the length of him, feeling him pulse with each tickle of her tongue.
She had never been good at giving head. In fact, it was an act she loathed with a passion. But feeling the tender way his hand ran through her hair, Rochelle felt a renewed sense of pleasure. As much as he was there for her, she wanted to ensure that Tommy had a good time too.
He stepped back. Rochelle whimpered. She felt his hands grip hers as he helped her to her feet.
With a gentle push, Rochelle found herself laying on the bed.
Tommy removed the towel, revealing her body to him. Rochelle’s hands quickly covered her ample chest.
Tommy lifted her legs, parting them. Dropping to his knees, Rochelle let out a gasp as she felt his tongue circle her clitoris. Rochelle’s hand gripped the sheets as her back arched. He slid two fingers in, lapping at the juices that coated them.
He moved beside her, and with his free hand, removed the blindfold. He watched as her lips parted, her chest rose with each breath, and her eyes glazed over.
He drove his fingers into her, feeling her body’s reaction. “Don’t cum,” he instructed as he continued to explore the depths of her being.
Rochelle whimpered, her nails digging into the sheets.
Tommy lent down, his lips brushing lightly over her neck as he worked his magic. “Cum for me now.”
Rochelle’s eyes closed as she gave over to the waves of pleasure surging from her.
Tommy didn’t let up, increasing his tempo, exploring her body. He took her nipple in his mouth while his fingers circled her clitoris.
She could feel her excitement trickling down her thighs. Her body spasmed.
Tommy stood up and with one swift, strong movement, had pulled her to the edge of the bed.
With her legs over his shoulders, she felt him enter her. He eyes rolled back as his hips pounded against her, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. Her hand crept up, holding her bosom, tweaking her nipples between her fingers. She caught his eye and felt herself bit her lip. Damn, he was sexy.
He withdrew, and pulled her towards him for a passionate kiss.
“On your knees,” he ordered.
“You’re going to take me in your mouth, then you’re going to bend over that chair and take it like the good girl you are.”
Rochelle let out a low moan. He knew her well.
Greedily, she wrapped her lips around his hard-on, her tongue tickling the head, while her hand stroked him. She tightened her grip, her eyes flickering up to stare at him.
Tommy’s hand ran through her hair. He wanted to grip it tightly, to manhandle her a little more, but seeing as this was her first time in years, he wanted to play it safe. He wanted her to know she was safe.
“On the chair,” he said, pulling her to her feet.
He placed a hand on the back of her neck as she bent over the chair, ass up in the air. She felt him slide into her with ease. He gripped her hip, plunging deeper inside, feeling her body grasp him.
Her knuckles turned white as she grasped the back of the chair, her moans escalating until her eyes rolled back, her body shuddering, mouth open in a silent cry.
Tommy released her neck, running his hand soothingly through her hair, kissing the back of her shoulders.
He pulled her back, catching her as her legs buckled.
“You alright?” he chuckled.
Rochelle, skin flushed, hair tousled into a sweaty, tangled mess nodded. How is it that he still looked perfect?
He laid her down on the bed and snuggled up behind her. The sounds of the movie echoed through the room. Rochelle glanced at the screen. They hadn’t paused.
“You’ll have to send this to me,” Tommy said, his hand running over her curves.
He kissed her forehead. “I’m going to have a quick shower, then we’ll cuddle up for a bit. You can join me, or you can bask in the afterglow.” With a wink, he disappeared into the bathroom.
Rochelle heard the shower turn on and quickly got to her feet. Two towels were discarded at the foot of the bed. She grabbed one and moved into the bathroom, just as Tommy called for her.
“Forget something?” she teased.
He flashed her a boyish smile as she left the towel hanging from the back of the door.
Slipping on a robe, Rochelle began tidying up.
Tommy stepped out, wearing only a pair of briefs. He beckoned her to join him on the bed. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her head onto his chest.
Rochelle traced an invisible line over his skin. Her eyes felt heavy. If she didn’t move, she was in danger of falling asleep against him.
She propped herself up on her elbow.
“Thank you for seeing me,” she told him. “You were worth waiting for.”
Tommy sat up, his hand cradling her cheek as he kissed her. “So were you.”
He glanced at the clock. His time was up. He stood up and began dressing. Rochelle got to her feet and opened the door to the balcony.
The cool night air danced over her sweat soaked skin. It felt refreshing.
Tommy stepped out onto the balcony and wrapped his arms around her, squeezing her tight.
“I’d like to see you again,” Rochelle told him. “Assuming, of course, you want to see me again.”
Tommy smiled. “I do. I felt comfortable and at ease. And there’s so much more I want to do with you. Like running you a bath and having you lay back against me while I play with you. Or maybe doing an escape room and getting a little naughty in public.”
Rochelle’s eyes widened. “You are cheeky, aren’t you?”
Tommy pulled her back against him. “Can’t you picture it? A darkened room, my hand over your mouth to keep you silent as my hand slides up under your skirt…” His voice trailed off as his hand lifted the edge of her robe.
Rochelle turned to face him, her eyes glowing green. “Next time I’ll endeavour to see you for longer.”
“Good.”
Tommy pulled her into his body for one last hug.
“Remember, you are a beautiful, sexy, sassy woman,” he whispered.
Rochelle broke into a grin. “And you were so worth waiting 196 days for.”
He smiled, his thumb tracing her lips. “I have to go, lovely. But you’ve got my number. Use it.”
“I will.”
Rochelle followed him to the door. “Have a safe trip home,” she told him before giving him a little half wave.
The door closed and she was alone. Sitting down at the desk, she pulled out her laptop and began writing him a review on his escort profile.
A loud buzzing interrupted her train of thought. Turning her head, she laughed out loud.
Her best friend had threatened to call the minute he left. She had made good on that promise.
Answering the phone, Rochelle was met with, “Tell me everything!”
“It was perfect.”
“I need more than that. I have wine, the lights are dimmed, and I have a cigarette ready to go if it’s that good.”
Rochelle laughed, her blonde hair falling in front of her eyes.
“Oh, it is that good. So, very good.”
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