Alex
The storm didn’t pass until sometime early in the morning. The power went out a little while after Chloe and I curled up in bed, not that it made much difference, but it added a sort of darkness to the city that made it feel quieter, softer.
I sat on the balcony after the rain had stopped, watching it drip down from the roof to the railing in front of me. Chloe was sleeping soundly in the other room, unaware that I had left her there alone.
Leaning forward, I ran my hands through my hair and stared intently at the tile floor. Why is she here? What did she really want? I’d watched her fiddle with her bracelet all night, toying with it with a distracted smile on her face. I felt like I was leading her on, that I wanted something more, but one conversation with Marie had brought me crashing back down to reality.
After Marie… There wasn’t much left after I found out about the affair. It was hard to accept that I could have feelings for other women. Amelia had understood that, our friendship had stayed platonic when it was made clear to her that I had no interest in pursuing anything beyond sex. Jazmin had pushed for more, asking me to try and resenting me when I pulled away. But with Chloe all we had was romance and intimacy. No other woman had made me wait this long in this type of relationship. Everything the rest of them wanted, she had gotten without a single argument and all because I just didn’t want her to feel pressured.
I glanced back at the doors and frowned at my reflection. Was she nervous just because she was new to the business or because of her age? Or it might be my age, I thought sourly. I couldn’t fault her for being uncomfortable about that.
With a sigh, I pushed myself up and went back inside, carefully shutting the door behind me. The double doors to the bedroom were open and I could see her wrapped up in the comforter, her blonde hair spread out across the pillows like a golden halo. She was covered completely, but I could see the outline of her body – the gentle curve of her waist, the length of her legs, and the swell of her breasts. Naked, and I’d barely touched her.
Slowly I approached the bed, watching her sigh and roll onto her side. She was a bed hog, all I could do was chuckle as I made my way over to her, trying not to disturb her too much.
Chloe shifted again and I reached out to turn her to me as her eyes fluttered open. Hazel eyes that in the dark seemed more green than brown.
“Hi there,” she mumbled sleepily, reaching up to touch my cheek. “Where did you go?”
“The balcony, but that’s not what I want to talk about right now.”
I stopped her from saying anything else with a kiss, lowering myself down onto her as my mouth met hers. Chloe sighed against me and knotted her fingers into my hair, her body arching against mine. I could feel the warmth of her through the sheets, adding to the tension building in my abdomen that was making my cock hard against her thigh.
I grabbed her hip and pulled her hard to me, grinding against her and taking pleasure in the soft gasp that escaped her lips. She pushed me back suddenly and I jerked away, worried I was about to be scolded or asked to stop. Her cheeks were flushed and her lips parted but she didn’t say stop. Instead, she pushed me again and had me pull her with me onto my lap, her arms tightening around my neck when she initiated the kiss this time.
With a groan, I rocked her hips against mine, wanting her to feel my cock and how badly I wanted her. The sheet wrapped around her torso dipped below her breasts, exposing her body even as she pressed herself to my chest. Her fingers kept combing through my hair, sending little shivers down my spine. It felt like a dream and I was scared that if we stopped then I would wake up.
My palms tingled as I slid them up her stomach and over her breasts, feeling her nipples harden and letting myself pull away from her mouth, kissing my way down to her tits.
“Alex,” she gasped out breathily. “That’s—I don’t—please…” She trailed off.
I grinned and tipped my head back to look up at her. “Is that a ‘please stop’ or a ‘please keep going’?” Chloe laughed and buried her face in my neck, giggling away as we sat there. “I don’t think that’s an answer,” I teased, rolling us onto her back.
“I don’t know,” she whined loudly. “I just… I want this…”
I pulled away to meet her confused gaze. Guilt sat heavy in my chest, softening my cock and making me wish I had stayed out on the balcony instead.
She touched me tentatively, as if she was scared to, and maybe she was. I watched as her gaze flicked over me in the dim light that cut through the small gap in the curtain, she slowly trailed her hand down to the center of my chest and left it there. My heart was racing, I was sure she could feel that and knew how badly I wanted this. I wanted her.
“How far is too far for you tonight?” I asked as I watched her trace a small circle over my skin.
She was quiet for a moment, continuing to trace the same pattern. “I don’t know,” she repeated quietly.
Well, I guess I was going to find out. I brushed her hair away from her neck and kissed the underside of her jaw. “How about this?” I asked, my lips moving across her skin.
I kept going and she sighed before tipping her head back. “I like that.”
Smirking to myself, I trailed lower; sucking at the hollow of her throat and nipping at the junction of her shoulder. Every soft moan and gasp that she let out spurred me on. The sound of her voice as she begged me to keep going made my head spin, by the time I got down to her tits, to drag my tongue across her nipples, I was overwhelmed with the taste of her.
My hands slid up her back and guided her to lay back down for me. She followed my guidance and kept her legs spread without questioning it. Stunning. I couldn’t keep my hands off of her, I had to feel her thighs, her stomach, her tits, the delicate swatch of hair between her legs, and everywhere else.
Chloe’s fingers threaded into my hair as I kissed my way down her body, pausing at her navel.
“How about this?” I asked as my fingers brushed over her sex.
She inhaled sharply and her legs moved as she had been about to shut them, but she didn’t. Instead, she seemed to dig her heels into the mattress to stop herself. “I like this too.”
I chuckled and looped my arms up under her thighs as I slid down the bed, directly between her legs. The sweetness of her scent made me inhale deeply, running my nose over the inside of her thighs. I was convinced that I was dreaming as my tongue pushed between her folds, tasting her sweetness for the first time. All of her protests and nerves had melted away, I didn’t think she would want me to go any further, to fuck her, but she wanted this and that was more than enough.
I could feel her need as she clawed at my shoulders, when I felt her back arch and heard her cry out. My cock ached and all I could bring myself to do was grind into the mattress in frustration while my tongue swirled over her clit.
She mewled and humped against my mouth desperately. I pressed my fingers into her, feeling the tightness of her pussy around my digits and flexing them to try and find her g-spot. Even if she hadn’t gasped and jerked my hair, I would have known it was the right spot from the softer feel. Her cum covered my tongue and dampened my beard, I lapped at her lazily, enjoying every little bit of her that I could while she came.
I didn’t want to let go of her and every gasp, every scream, every cry of my name in ecstasy just urged me on. I wanted her to know how badly I needed this, to make her feel good, to feel her want me back.
The insides of her thighs trembled, matching the throbbing of my cock and my panting as I sucked at her cunt. She pushed me away roughly with a shaky “please, stop” and instantly had her arms around my neck, her mouth on mine. If she cared about me being covered in her cum, she didn’t show it with her kiss.
I grabbed her hand and brought it to my cock, guiding her fingers around it and moaning against her when she slowly started to jerk me off. She didn’t need to suck it, I didn’t care, I just needed to come too, and I wanted her to make it happen.
“Like this?” she whispered breathlessly, hand tightening on my shaft.
“Just like that,” I assured her. “Fuck, just like that.”
Our kiss was sloppy and I found myself struggling to pay attention to her lips instead of the sparks dancing across my skin and muscles tightening in my groin.
Her thumb pressed against the underside of my cock, just below the head and I was a goner. I couldn’t hold back as I grabbed a fistful of her hair and nipped at her throat.
Chloe gasped and gave my cock a squeeze as I came, setting fireworks off behind my eyes and making me jerk in surprise.
Slowly I came back to, feeling her wiping the cum off her thigh as we sat there together, her back in my lap and the two of us covered in a fine sheen of sweat. I helped get us cleaned up, grabbing tissues from the night stand and handing her some as well. She met my gaze sheepishly and giggled, pointedly not looking down between us.
I smirked to myself and tossed the tissued out while we sat there silently. All at once, Chloe grabbed my shoulders and practically fell on top of me. I swore and the two of us toppled to the bed while she laughed and pulled the blankets over us. We were both breathing heavily but I hadn’t felt this relaxed in a long time. I kept her tight to my chest as we laid there together, nothing but the sound of our breathing to fill the room.
“I’d like you to stay tomorrow,” I told her after a few minutes. “I can get you a new plane ticket. Or I could drive you back if you want a bit of a road trip. But I’d like to spend tomorrow together.”
Chloe groaned and pressed her forehead to my collarbone. “I can’t, I have to go home.”
“I’ll pay you double upfront.”
Her head jerked up suddenly and she gaped at me. “What?”
I shrugged. “If that’s what it takes to keep you here, I’ll pay double upfront. Four thousand.”
She pushed herself up and straddled my waist, frowning down at me. Her hair was a tangled mess and I could see a hickey surfacing on her tits. Grinning, I took hold of her waist and rocked her against me. “Is that enough for you?” I asked when she still hadn’t said anything more.
“It’s not about the money.”
“Well, it’s at least partially about the money.”
Chloe scoffed and pushed off of me, throwing herself off the bed she stalked over to the bathroom and shut the door with a slam. I covered my face and laid there for a moment, waiting to see if she was going to come out. I think I pissed her off.I had a feeling I was going to do that a lot.
I didn’t want to let her stew, I knew only worse things would come from that and a bigger fight – if that was what this turned into anyway. I sat up and sat on the edge of the bed for a minute, giving her the opportunity to come back out before I knocked on the door.
“Chloe, open the door.”
“No.”
“You are acting like a brat.”
“You’re being a jerk.”
I laughed in surprise and rested my hand on the door. “Open up the door, let me talk to you like an adult.”
The door opened a crack and she stood there in my shirt from the night before, a pouty frown tugging at her lips. “What?” she demanded.
“Come out here, I don’t bite.”
She inched the door open further and crossed her arms defiantly. I rolled my eyes and picked her up without a second thought. I was too goddamn old to be arguing with a girl while she threatened to lock herself in the bathroom and she was too old to be acting like a child. But if that was how she wanted to act, then that was how I would treat her.
“Hey!” she yelped. “Put me down!”
I ignored her and marched us over to the bed where I dropped her unceremoniously. She scrambled to back up to the middle of the bed and jerked one of the pillows into her lap, clutching it angrily to her chest as she stared down at the sheets.
“Are you going to tell me what I did to make you upset or are you going to continue playing these games?” I snapped at her. “I don’t know what I said or did and you acting like this isn’t making it any easier to figure out.”
“You’re trying to buy me.”
“Excuse me?”
“That’s what you did; you wanted to buy me for four thousand dollars.”
I braced my hands on either side of her crossed legs and leaned in close, forcing her to look me in the eye. “I don’t know if you remember this, Miss Chloe, but I already bought you. My money paid for that bracelet, that dress, those shoes – everything today was because of me. I wouldn’t start acting all indignant about it when all I was doing was asking you to spend the day with me.”
“Asking to spend the day in bed,” she muttered, looking away.
“And would that be a problem?”
She pursed her lips. Another man might have thrown her out or even tried to bribe her into forgiveness. I wasn’t playing that game; she needed to use her words.
I had to try a gentler approach, I had to remember that fighting with her wasn’t going to be like trading barbs with Peter or quietly tolerating Marie’s anger. “Are you upset because I went too far?” I asked, forcing my voice to be more level and quieter. “Did I cross a line with going down on you?”
Her face quickly went bright red and her grip tightened on the pillow, her knuckles going white.
Part of this type of relationship meant that the person you were paying may feel pressured to do anything and everything. Chloe might not have felt comfortable telling me “no” and I knew that this reaction could have been her acting out in response.
“Chloe, glykia mou, I’m not trying to buy you. Not like that,” I explained. Cupping her face, I urged her to look up at me despite her watering eyes. “I want to buy your time. I wanted to spend tomorrow in the city with you, maybe do some sightseeing or go out to dinner and a show. It’s not sinister. But I’m sorry if I pushed you and if you want me to bring you to the airport in the morning I will.”
She nodded and reached up to blot the tears away. I took a seat beside her and wrapped my arm around her shoulders to bring her to my side. She sniffled and leaned in but refused to look at me.
“I just haven’t been with a lot of guys,” she explained quietly. “It was just a lot and then you brought up the money right away and… I don’t know. I didn’t like how that made me feel.”
“Hmm.” I kissed the top of her head, trying not to linger too long at the smell of her coconut shampoo. “I will be more careful with my words going forward, okay?”
She nodded against my shoulder. “Okay.”
Good. After that I was able to talk her into going to bed, she calmed down almost instantly and wanted to cuddle up under the covers. I teased her for wearing my shirt without asking but she wasn’t put off, just grinned and gave me a quick peck on the lips.
We laid there together again and now I could feel her starting to drift off while my hand rubbed up and down her back reassuringly.
“So when you said you hadn’t been with many guys…” I trailed off, leaving my question open ended.
“I haven’t been with any girls.”
“Well, that’s good to know I guess, but not what I was getting at.”
“Oh…” She hummed for a second before continuing, “When I said not a lot, I mean still single digits.”
Well then. My eyebrows had shot up and I quickly wiped the surprised look off my face. Here I thought the younger generation was supposed to be more promiscuous. “Above or below five?” I asked, mostly teasing and not actually expecting an answer.
“Below,” she replied without missing a beat.
My hand froze and I stared down at her. She couldn’t be serious, she just couldn’t. “Have you ever had a man go down on you before?” I tried.
She was even quieter this time and turned her face into me, hiding herself. “No…”
What the absolute fuck was I thinking? My mind was reeling, a hundred questions pouring through me. Had she even had sex? She must have, I reasoned to myself, she wouldn’t want to lose her virginity to a man who was paying her for sex.She was likely raised in the orthodox church the same as I was, that would explain the lack of experience and lashing out, but there was no way she had come this far and not had sex.
It might have meant something to her, she may have only had sex a handful of times and that would explain why she was so nervous to go further with me as well. If I made it special for her, for us, if I showed her that this didn’t have to just be quick rendezvous in hotels for a single night then maybe she would feel better.
“What if I took us somewhere?” I asked her suddenly, completely ignoring her embarrassment.
“You brought us to L.A.,” she mumbled tiredly.
“Somewhere better.”
“Where?”
“I don’t know, you choose.”
She sighed and pulled the blanket up. “Can I sleep on it?”
“Of course.”
“Good.” She patted my cheek and rolled over onto her side. “Now go to sleep, you’re too loud.”
I chuckled and rolled over with her, pulling her body against mine. She was such a sweet girl, I could see the confidence in her and the excitement that took over so quickly. But she was ruled by sudden intense changes in her emotions and it made me want to take a step back. My father had been similar; calm and collected in one moment and lashing out angrily in the next. I didn’t think Chloe was capable of physical violence and my being bigger than her made that almost a non-issue, but that didn’t mean that it didn’t upset me.
If this was going to work out for the year then she needed to learn to control herself and I would have to learn to be more patient.
My hand pressed against her stomach and I kissed her hair as I listened to her breathing slow down. For now she was giving me exactly what I wanted; someone to take care of who wasn’t tied up with all the issues I had back home. She was a good distraction and that was all I needed.