The Escort (20 page)

Suddenly nervous, she looked at herself in the mirror, scowling at the dark circles under her eyes. She looked like death, maybe more make up was needed. Too late, a knock at the door told her Dan was here. Despite her tiredness she rushed to meet him, wanting to see him and fall into his arms.

The eager look on his face told her he felt the same way. For one second he held back, his face a curtain of concern, and then he stepped towards her and his arms folded around her body, enveloping her in safety and warmth.

He kissed the top of her head. “I didn’t think I’d be able to get through the day. I’ve been so worried.”

“I’m fine now. Don’t worry. I have my bag packed, and Robin has made us take away dinner. So I’m all set for our sleep over.”

“And sleeping is what you need. We’ll eat and then you need to go to bed.”

“Bed. I like the sound of that,” she said, smiling at him.

“To sleep. Max you need to rest.”

She was disappointed when she realised what he really meant. “I want you to make love to me, Dan.”

“No. Not tonight.”

She looked at the firm set of his mouth, and decided not to argue the point. There were other ways to convince him she was up to a little bit of fooling around. Max knew when to pick her arguments, and when to keep her opinions to herself. Her training in the art of persuasion had come mostly from Robin, who appeared behind Max now.

“I offered to cancel my evening, but Max insisted. It’s only because I know I can trust you that I’m happy with her going to your house. I can trust you Dan, can’t I?”

“Wow, Robin, I feel like your pet dog or something,” Max said.

“You’ve had a shock today, I still think you’d be better staying here.”

“Dan is more than capable of looking after me. At least I won’t get killed getting in a car with him.”

Robin raised her eyebrows. “The guy should have stopped.”

“It was his right of way,” Max countered.

That was enough for Robin, with no further arguments, Max found herself in Dan’s truck, and heading for his house. She relaxed back into the seat, she felt better already. There was no way she was going to let him forget his promise of making love to her all night, the only difference was that she was not going to go into work. She could spend all day in his bed recovering. Or maybe he could join her.

“Are you working tomorrow?” she asked.

“My shift starts in the afternoon.”

“Great, so we can stay in bed late.”

“Yes. I can bring you breakfast in bed.”

“Sounds perfect.”

“You sure you feel OK?”

“Yes. I appreciate you asking, but can we enjoy this evening. I’m not hurt.” She smiled at him, noting his still worried glance, so she asked him, “Did they find out what caused the fire?”

“Not specifically. Although they were looking at a waste-paper basket filled with burnt papers.”

She sat up, her attention piqued. “Which office?”

“I’m not sure, I was on clean-up duty in the conference room. It was across from there and to the left.”

“Couldn’t have just gone up by mistake, you know, when the fire started?”

“These guys are good, Max. They know exactly where the fire started, and it was the basket. But you have to promise to keep it to yourself. Promise?”

“Of course, you have my word. That’s scary though. I mean who would set fire to something inside the building?”

“Someone who didn’t want something to be found. You didn’t find it strange Bob Pierceson coming up like that, and then asking to go to his office?”

“I already told you. I trust him,” she insisted, but the first seed of doubt had now entered her mind. He had the most to lose if there was anything amiss at the bank. “He wasn’t in this morning though. At least he wasn’t when we went into the conference room. I needed his advice on another matter, and I went to his office but his PA said he was not due in until later, he had a lunch appointment.”

“Well that would rule him out of actually starting the fire.”

She rubbed her head, feeling tired. “Can we drop it now, Dan. I want to concentrate on us for the rest of the evening.”

They had arrived at his house. He turned off the ignition, and leaned across to kiss her lightly on the mouth, she turned her head to his, wanting more. However, Dan pulled back, and then got out the truck to come around to help her out.

“Let’s go eat.” He lifted the bag, with the food Robin had prepared, in it. “This smells delicious. Do you think when we get married she would come and live in the basement and just cook for us.”

Max laughed. “You are being presumptuous on two levels there. First that I will marry you, and second I would pick you above Robin. Until you can cook, buddy, I’m staying put.”

He pressed her back against the door, his mouth finding hers, his earlier concern vanishing for a split second. “I know I can satisfy a different hunger, one that consumes you in the same way it consumes me every minute we're together.”

“And what hunger would that be?”

“This one.”

She gasped, his kiss taking her breath away. Winding her arms around his neck she kissed him back, all thoughts of her day disappearing. The press of his cock against her told her he wanted her, that his hunger was as desperate as hers. Maybe there was hope for a satisfactory end to the evening despite his insistence she should rest.

Her stomach chose that exact moment to remind her that it had been empty all day, rumbling loud enough for him to hear.

“Sorry,” he said stepping away from her, leaving her disappointed. “It was selfish of me to keep you waiting, you're starving.”

“I could wait for longer if you want to kiss me again,” she said, teasing him.

“Not tonight I am going to look after you, so in you go.” He held the door open for her, and she went into his house. “I am going to set the table, and then we’ll eat.”

Max was left to go into the living room, the sofa bringing back memories of before, when she had knelt before him and sucked his cock until he had come. She smiled, Dan did something to her. He made her a different person to the one she had been brought up to believe she was supposed to be.

“How’s Helen?” she asked, wondering back towards the kitchen.

“OK. She has an appointment tomorrow to try to sort out her finances once and for all. But the jerk she was married to isn’t playing ball, so I have no idea how it’s going to go.”

“And the girls?” Max asked, thinking of Dan’s nieces. “Is the tea party still on?”

“I don't know if we ought to cancel. I don’t want you overdoing it.”

“Dan.” She went over to him, and turned him towards her. “Look at me. I’m fine. Touch me.” She lifted his hand, and pressed it against her breast, his fingers moving to stroke it, she closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation. “I won’t break.”

“Max, I’m sorry. I was so scared, this isn’t like me. But I thought I was going to lose you. It’s irrational, I know, but I can’t shake it off. Maybe it’s the thought that someone started the fire deliberately.”

“You have to let it go. I’m a big girl, I can look after myself.”

He lowered his head and nipped her breast, his teeth grazing the fabric. “I want to make love to you Max, but I don’t want to hurt you.”

Max tilted her head back, pushing her breasts forward, wanting more, needing him to touch her. “I want you to make love to me. I need you to, Dan.”

The microwave pinged, but neither of them went to open it, Robin’s wonderful food was left to go cold. Instead he took her by the hand and led her upstairs. Slowly, they undressed each other, Dan kissing every inch of her body as it was revealed.

Tenderly he stroked her skin, his fingers opening the buttons of her shirt, his breath growing heavy when he looked on her breasts, encased in her lacy bra. Tracing the swell of her round flesh, he teased her, his thumbs brushing her nipples. All she wanted was for him to undo her bra and free her breasts so he could touch her naked skin, but his aim seemed to be to drive her wild first.

Well, two could play at that game.

Max got him to lift his arms, soon his t-shirt was discarded, leaving his hard toned chest and abs open to her appreciative gaze, and wandering fingers. She traced the ridges and valleys of his torso, stroking him, caressing him. Watching how his skin reacted to her touch.

Then she tasted him, his skin clean, the tang of his shower gel reaching her nose. Running her tongue across his chest, she flicked it over his nipples, before moving on. A small groan escaped him. Knowing he was excited, she kicked it up a notch, using her hand to stroke his stomach, before going lower, and grasping his cock through his jeans.

That got his attention.

He speeded up the removal of her clothes, her bra cast aside, his mouth on her breasts, sucking and licking while her hand stroked and squeezed his cock. She could spend the rest of her days with him latched onto her breasts. His mouth was both wonderfully soft, and then amazingly rough on her sensitive flesh. Tongue rolling over her nipples, before his teeth grazed them.

The fire between her thighs grew in intensity, and she parted her legs, rubbing her clit on his thigh, while her hand stimulated his cock.

Dan broke away. Undoing his belt, allowing his jeans to fall to the floor. In an instant he was naked, and with haste, he practically tore the rest of Max’s clothes off. His early worries now forgotten, his need for her overtaking everything else.

To be wanted in this way turned her on incredibly. That a man like Dan, who was not only handsome and fit, but kind and compassionate could want a woman like her was hard for Max to comprehend. Luckily he left her in no doubt whatsoever.

He eased her back on the bed, and before she had time to adjust herself and get comfortable he had a condom fitted.

“Keen are we?” she asked, stroking his hard length through it’s sheath.

“I don't think keen comes close.” He eased her thighs apart, her back arching upwards when he drew his finger along the length of her dripping wet sex. “I guess I don't have to ask if you’re sure about this,” he said, pushing his finger inside her, nice and deep, making her whimper as he moved in and out.

Then he inserted another finger, his thumb brushing her clit, making her arousal quicken. He fingered her until she was close to coming, and then he stopped. Her eyes flew to his, and he smiled, he was such a tease. Again he began to move, his finger stretching her wide, sliding in and out, bringing her close to her orgasm. Her breathing became ragged, her hand grasped his and she clutched at it while he took her over the edge. She whimpered against him, like a child in his arms.

He didn’t give her a chance to recover, his body moved between her thighs and he pushed into her. Now she knew why he had waited, why he hadn’t penetrated her before. He had made sure she was ready for him to enter her completely, in one swift movement. Even now she felt stretched by him, her sex barely able to yield as he pushed into her hard and deep.

Max gripped his shoulders, trying to keep herself from being shunted away from him. Dan flexed his muscles, and pulled back out of her, before thrusting forward. She bit down onto his shoulder, and he lunged into her again. Something had snapped inside him, and this felt like a claiming. His fear and frustration when finding her in danger presenting itself in his actions.

And then it was over. He slumped down, burying his face in the pillow as he cried out, his cock deep inside her, jerking out it’s climax.

Dan moved, turning from her, sitting on the edge of the bed. “I’m sorry, Max. I don’t know what happened.”

“Hey, it’s OK.”

“No, it’s not,” he said shaking his head, feeling sick at the way he had taken her so roughly when she had been hurt that day. “I wanted to go slow, to be gentle with you. But I couldn’t something came over me.”

“I understand.”

“Well I don’t.”

She stroked his back, but he flinched at her touch. Undeterred she sat up, holding him, kissing his back. “You’re a man. A man who likes to protect the things that mean a lot to him. I’m lucky to be one of those things. Today that suddenly became out of your control. I know you wanted to look after me, but you also need to understand that you went through a traumatic experience today too.”

“It’s no excuse for hurting you.”

“Who said you hurt me?”

“I didn’t mean to be rough.”

“I know. Please come back to me, Dan. Don’t leave it like this.”

The sorrow in her voice made him turn around. “I will never hurt you. I mean really hurt you.”

“I know. It is kind of sexy that you wanted me that much. You didn't force yourself on me, I know you were in control the whole time.”

“I don’t deserve you, Max. I really don’t.”

“Well in that case, you had better prove to me that you do.” She took his hand and pressed it between her thighs, whispering, “Make me come again, Dan.”

He looked at her, so beautiful in his bed. “I don't know if I trust myself.”

“Then let me.”

She pushed him down on the bed, and took his half erect cock in her hand, bringing it to life. When he was ready she rolled a condom over his hard length, her hands stroking and squeezing him, fondling his balls, making him submit to her in her own way.

Then Max straddled him, and he saw what she had in mind, but her face suddenly changed. Her confidence left her, and she went to get off him. Dan gripped her hips in his hands, guiding her to her knees.

With her eyes fixed on his, she held his cock, adjusting her body so her wet sex hovered over him. Slowly she lowered herself, her eyes closing as she took him inside her. Damn it felt so good to be sheathed in her moist heat. He had to bite his lip to stop himself crying out and startling her as, almost trance-like, she took him inside her completely.

Sitting in his lap, she adjusted herself, his cock deeper than it had ever been, and he guessed this might be a little uncomfortable for her. Then she started to move, her hips circling, and then rocking, before she began to lift herself up and lowered herself down.

This was more than he imagined, his woman taking control of her pleasure, and his. Her inner walls gripped him, the friction between them wonderfully stimulating, and he knew he would come soon. But he had to hold it together, it was more important to him than ever that Max reach her orgasm.