Kaden (Recherché series) Page 4

Without warning she fucking swallows my dick. Her lips touch my balls and my cock hits the back of her throat. A choked groan escapes my lips and her hand slides between my legs, her finger brushing over my taint, teasing, tickling. Without any fucking warning she slides lower and her finger brushes my arsehole. I tense, flinching away from her instinctively. She releases my cock with a small pop.

  “Shh.” She presses her finger more firmly against my arse and I’m seriously uncomfortable. “Relax, Kaden. I promise you’ll like it.” Can I even argue the point if I don’t? I’m an escort, not to mention the fact that I’m tied up.

  She slides my cock back in her mouth, working over me until I’m thrusting up against her, barely able to think about anything that isn’t her lips, her tongue, the graze of her teeth. I’m hurtling towards an orgasm, when she slides her finger in my arse. I don’t have time to think about it as she pulls forward, applying pressure to one specific point. I come instantly. Well, come would be an understatement, it’s like a volcano just went off. I have never come so hard in my life. She pulls away, removing her finger and her mouth from me. I lay there breathing heavily and covered in a sheen of sweat. By the time I’ve recovered she’s moved off the bed. I wait, expecting her to make a move towards me, but all I hear is the rustle of material again. Her fingers brush my face and she press my cheek away from her roughly, yanking on the knot of the scarf. The material falls away from my face and I blink against the sudden light. She’s standing over me, and again, she’s fully dressed. She releases my wrists and I rub over the imprint left on my skin, sitting up on the edge of the bed.

  Turning away she picks up her hand bag. “Melanie.”

  She pauses, throwing a glance over her shoulder. “Is uh, is there nothing I can do for you?” It seems kind of backwards.

  For the first time, I see a smile pull at the corner of her lips. She turns around fully to face me and props her hands on her hips. “This isn’t about who comes.” She steps closer to me. “This is about power and control, and I have it.” She reaches out and traces her finger over my lower lip.

  “That’s it?”

  She smirks, dropping her eyes to my lips. “Oh, Kaden. My particular fantasy involves so much more, but you’ll see.” She turns and leaves, and I’m no closer to working out what the hell she wants.

  The next day I pull up outside Thor’s earlier than usual. I’m not at the hospital today, so I plan to go to work out before I have to go see Penelope later. As soon as I step into the living area at the agency, Cora pushes off the sofa, storming over to me with her arms folded over her chest.

  “Finally. I thought you’d forgotten.” She huffs. Maddox is frantically making a slashing motion across his neck behind her.

  “Uh, forgotten what?” He rolls his eyes and shakes his head.

  “Hey, kid, I hear you bagged a cougar.” He talks over her. “Hot!”

  She huffs loudly and turns around to face him, judging by the way he smirks, she’s looking at him like she’s about to cut him. He’s sick and he gets off on that shit. She turns back to me and I recoil at the violent expression on her face. She taps her foot on the floor and I can’t help but think it reminds me of a rattlesnake shaking its tail. That can’t be good right? Without warning she smacks me on the side of the head. “I booked you!” She shouts. “You’re my voyeur!” She throws her hands in the air and flicks her long caramel hair over her shoulder.

  “For when?”

  “Now!” She screeches. I notice Maddox stealthily slip away into the office.

  “Like, now?”

  “Yes! Now, right now.” She shakes her head and shoves her hand in her handbag. “I don’t care if you’ve just come straight from a client. I want shooting fucking spunk, do you hear me?!” She jabs a finger in my chest and I can hear the roar of laughter in the office from here. Arseholes, the lot of them. She holds her closed fist out to me and takes my hand, placing two little blue pills on my palm. “Projectile. Shooting.” She mouths.

  I sigh and pick my car keys up off the kitchen side. She grabs my shoulders and steers me towards the door. “What exactly am I supposed to be doing again?”

  “Watching. No touching.”

  “And shooting spunk?”

  “Yes. Ashley likes girls, but she has a thing for shooting, squirting anything. There’s only so much reach my vagina has. She’s experimental.” She says the whole thing off handedly, meanwhile I’m picturing squirting pussy and…other things.

  I push the button on the key fob and the locks on my car click open. I jump in the driver’s side. Cora hops in, crossing one leg over the other. Her dress rides up her thigh a little, and I wonder if the move was deliberate. It is Cora after all. Some women are sexy, while others – well, a distinct few- wear sex and sensuality like a second skin. Cora lives and breathes sex. I think it’s so ingrained in her, she can’t even switch it off any more. It’s fine, admirable really, but it makes her hard to be around sometimes. In our line of work I suppose it’s to be expected. I don’t want to be like Maddox though. The poor fucker pines after her like a puppy. Okay, that’s wrong. He runs after her like a horny dog and she’s a bitch in heat. And I’m about to witness her with another girl. Fuck. I glance over at her long, tanned legs again and swallow heavily.

  “Are you nervous, Kaden?” She asks with a hint of humour in her voice.

  “No.” I start the engine and pull away from the house.

  She drags a bright red fingernail over my thigh. “Are you sure?”

  I glance at her and smirk. “You want me to spank one out over two girls. I’ve been doing that shit since I was thirteen.”

  She laughs and retracts her hand. We say nothing more as we drive through the heavy London traffic. She directs me to an art deco hotel in the centre of Soho. I pull up outside and get out, handing my keys to the waiting valet.

  “Ready?” Cora says, coming up beside me and threading her arm through mine.

  I nod and we walk up the wide tiled steps that lead to the revolving doors of the hotel. Cora barely even stops at the reception desk. The second the guy at the desk sees her, he’s already holding out a key for her. She smiles and winks at him. He grins and blushes. I swear she could wrap absolutely anyone around her little finger.

  The hotel is clad in geometric tiling with gold accents everywhere. It looks like something out of Gatsby. We step inside the lift, which has mirrors on every surface. Cora releases my arm and turns to face me.

  “You know what’s expected?”

  I roll my eyes. “Yes, Cora. Literally sit with my cock in my hand.” I can’t believe I’m actually being paid for this.

  The lift dings and the doors glide open. She stops outside the second door on the left and pauses, smirking at me briefly before she swipes the room key through the reader. The door beeps and then clicks open. I don’t know what I expected, but it certainly wasn’t to open the door and find a woman on the bed, her legs spread and a dildo buried in her pussy.

  “Take a seat.” Cora grins and points to the chair that’s been placed a few feet away from the side of the bed.

  “Feel free to watch and play with yourself, but no touching me or her.” She points to the woman on the bed who barely seems to have even noticed our presence. Of course Cora’s already told me this, but I guess she’s saying it for her benefit. The woman is beautiful, her tone body covered in pale, milky skin, every inch of it on display as she writhes on the bed. Her dark hair spills across the pillow in a wave, contrasting with her skin drastically. Her wrist jerks, pulling the vibrating toy out and then sliding it back in. Her lips part, revealing a flash of tongue and a moan escapes her throat.

  I drop into the seat and watch as Cora puts her bag on the floor. She reminds me of Melanie in the way that she undresses, slowly, methodically, with complete control. Cora is the master in this situation. She unzips her dress and flashes me a quick wink before she slides it down her body and steps out of it. Jesus. My eyes trace over her body. She’s so fucking
hot. She’s like a Victoria’s Secret model crossed with Beyonce, because damn, the girl is packing some arse.

  “Kaden, this is Ashley.” Cora says as she approaches the bed. She trails her fingers down her own body in a way that’s so sensuous, it should be illegal. I thought I had seen Cora, but I haven’t seen shit. It’s like I’m watching her change right before my eyes, morphing into this creature. She’s so confident, so erotic in every little thing she does. I’m completely fascinated by her. She gets on the bed and crawls between Ashley’s thigh's, a brilliant smile on her lips.

  “Hey, sugar.” She purrs, her fingers covering Ashley’s around the hilt of the dildo, until she’s taken over control. Her arm tenses as she thrusts it harder inside Ashley’s pussy. Cora watches her reaction, her teeth skimming over her bottom lip as she does.

  She leans in and kisses her, their mouths hovering over each others. Cora’s tongue flashes out, bridging the gap between them. Damn, it’s hot. I shift in the chair, and Cora glances over her shoulder at me. “I brought you a present.” She whispers. Ashley turns her head to the side and looks at me, her lips quirking slightly. It’s the first time I’ve got a proper look at her and she’s fucking gorgeous. She might even rival Cora. My dick twitches at the sight of the two of them together.

  “He’s young.”

  “Hmm, he is. Virile.” Cora bites her bottom lip teasingly. “Kaden, do we make you hot?” She asks, her voice husky and laced with sex.

  “Of course.” I rasp.

  “Then touch yourself for me.” It’s half order, half request. I yank my belt undone and push my trousers and boxers down just enough to expose my cock. Ashley’s gaze remains on me as I fist my cock and stroke over it. Cora drops her face to Ashley’s neck, kissing and sucking at the skin of her throat. Ashley’s lips part and her eyelids flutter shut under Cora’s assault. Their bodies are pressed together, Cora’s lace bra, pressing against Ashley’s naked tits. Cora’s still thrusting the toy inside her, and with every movement, Ashley’s hips roll into the movement, begging for more. And Cora gives it to her, fucking her with the vibrator more roughly.

  Then, as suddenly as they start, Cora pulls away from her, taking the toy with her. She slaps Ashley’s thigh. “Up.” Ashley rolls into an upright position and Cora lays across the width of the bed, her head facing away from me. “I want you to reverse cowgirl my face.” She says to Ashley. Oh my god. This is like every guys fantasy right here.

  “Oh, and Kaden…” I glance at Cora as she pushes up on her elbows, looking at me through her spread thighs. “Could you do me a favour and take my thong off?”

  Ashley moves, doing exactly as Cora asked, straddling her face. I sit there for a moment, my mouth dry. Ashley smiles and crooks her finger at me, beckoning me forward. I push to my feet and step forward. Bending at the waist I reach over and slide my fingers beneath the lace of Cora’s thong. The movement brings me face to face with Ashley. I pause for a second, feeling her breath blow over my lips, tasting her on my tongue, breathing in the scent of her perfume. My cock is still out, and throbbing. Ashley’s eyes drop to my lips and my heartbeat splutters in my chest. Suddenly her eyes slam shut and a choked breath leaves her lips as Cora lets out a muffled moan. I’m this close to her, so fucking close I could lean in and kiss her, meanwhile Cora is eating her pussy. Shit. Do not touch. Do not touch. I ease back, working Cora’s thong over her thighs as I go.

  When I sit back down, all I can see is Cora’s spread legs and perfect pussy, just feet away from me. Ashley’s thighs, spread either side of Cora’s small body and her face is completely wrapped in bliss as Cora’s nails rake over her thighs and her tongue lashes her pussy. I stroke over my cock, and I’m pretty sure I’ve lost the ability to even blink. Ashley leans forward, bracing one hand beside Cora’s thigh. She locks eyes with me as she slips her index finger in her mouth, releasing it with a small pop. She smiles wryly as she drags the same finger over Cora’s pussy. Cora moans, which makes Ashley moan. I stroke harder over my dick until the muscles in my arm are aching from being so tense. Slowly, Ashley pushes the finger inside Cora and I have to tear my gaze away for a second. I tilt my head back against the chair and close my eyes, loosening the grip on my cock. Shit, shit, shit.

  “Look at me, Kaden.” Ashley coaxes. I groan and lift my head, watching as she slides another finger inside Cora. A long moan falls from Ashley’s lips and her head falls forward. They start to moan and groan, their breaths heavy. Ashley’s hips roll against Cora’s face as she lifts her head, tossing her hair back. “Come for us, Kaden.” She gasps out.

  My hand has never worked over my own cock so fucking hard. It’s just rolling hips and pussy and moaning. Ashley’s hips move faster, Cora’s nails dig into her thighs so hard she draws blood.

  “Oh god, I’m going to come.” I tell them, her, whoever. I stand up, hovering over the edge of the bed. I groan, long and loud as the tremors fire down my spine. Ashley’s eyes flash open and she watches, her lips parted, as I shoot my load all over the bed, right in front of her. And she gets off on it, literally. A staggered breath falls from her lips, her body bucks and then stiffens as her hand fists the sheets. Her other hand falls away for Cora and braces against the bed for support. The second she’s done, Cora rolls, until Ashley’s on her back on the bed. She kisses between her legs once and Ashley jerks, making Cora laugh. I tuck my cock back in my boxers and fasten my trousers.

  Cora glances over her shoulder. Her lips are covered in Ashley’s pussy, and holy shit, I’d love to kiss that taste off those perfect lips.

  “Go wait for me in the car.” She says. “I’ll just finish up here.” Basically, you were only needed for your spunk. Uh huh. Fine. I tuck my shirt back in before opening the hotel room door and heading back to the lift. I can’t complain. That was an experience that few will ever get. That was probably the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.

  The valet pulls my car around and I park it up outside the hotel, going over some thesis notes on my phone as I wait for Cora. Because this is my life: Get paid five grand to watch two girls fuck each other before going for lectures, treating sick patients and getting paid another five grand to get tied up and abused. You couldn’t make this shit up.

  Twenty minutes later the passenger door opens and Cora slides into the leather seat. Her cheeks are flushed, but other than that she looks perfectly put together. Even her lipstick has been meticulously reapplied.

  She pulls the sun visor down and checks her reflection. “I don’t have all day, Kaden.” She says without looking at me.

  I shake my head and start the engine. Between her and Melanie these women are going to fucking kill me.

  I get home that evening and halt at the end of the hallway that leads to the living room. There are a lot of things I can deal with, and I’m pretty good at thinking on my feet. But right now there is a crying woman sitting on my sofa, and I freeze. Melissa is sitting next to a sobbing Lacey with her arm around her shoulder. Neither of them have noticed me yet. I take a slow step back and cringe when a floorboard under my heel squeaks. Lacey’s gaze snaps to me and she swipes at the tears on her face.

  “Uh, hey.” I wave awkwardly. “Where’s Ethan?”

  “He disappeared into the bedroom.” Melissa says. I nod and dive into the hallway that leads to the two bedrooms. I knock on Ethan’s door and open it a crack, slipping through like a stealth ninja. It smells of sex and beer in here.

  “Dude, why the fuck is Lacey here?” I hiss. He sits up from his position laying on the bed and throws his hands up wordlessly. “That’s not helpful. She’s crying.”

  “Mate, I want in Melissa’s pussy. I did not sign up for this shit!” He whisper shouts, pointing to the door behind me.

  “Well, go fix it.”

  He huffs and flops back on the bed. “I can’t kick her out. You can’t be a wanker to the best friend. It’s a guaranteed pussy lock out.”

  I roll my eyes. “Okay. What is she crying about?”

  �
��The ex. Obviously.”

  I cross my arms over my chest. “Well check you with the super perceptive skills.”

  He swings his legs off the bed and stands up. “Look, I vote we just get them drunk. Lacey will be too trashed to cry. Melissa will put out. Win win.”

  “Uh, how did this become a we situation? I have shit to do.”

  “You know, you’ve been a fucking shit friend recently.” He lifts his eyebrows expectantly.

  “Really?” I sigh, tilting my head to the side.

  He smirks. “I’m calling it in.”

  “Fine. But you owe me. Again!”

  Ethan’s a bell end. The vodka worked alright, and now he’s in his room getting laid while I’m sat here on the sofa with Lacey who is slurring and hiccupping while telling me how awful her ex is.

  “Lacey, you need to drink some water.” I slide out from the position I’m in with her pressed against my side. Once in the kitchen I get a glass of water and take it back. She’s now sprawled across the sofa, her eyes shut and her breaths deep and even. Fucking finally. I put the water on the coffee table and grab the the blanket from the back of the couch, throwing it over her. She’ll sleep it off, wake up hung over, and hopefully the next time she needs to cry and get shit faced she can not do it at my place.

  I switch off the light and go to bed.

  I don’t know what time it is when I’m pulled from a deep sleep by the sound of my door opening. The bed next to me dips and I groan. A small hand presses against my chest before lips hit my neck.

  “I’m tired, Lacey.” I huff. “Why are you in my bed?” I’m groggy and bored of this shit.

  She pulls away and lays on her back on the other side of the bed. “I’m sorry. I’m just lonely.” She says in a small voice. And shit, I feel like such a dick.

  “You can sleep here, but I’m not fucking you.” I know it sounds harsh, but really, me fucking her and chucking her isn’t going to help her situation anyway, even if she’s convinced that my cock is the answer to all her problems.