Worth Every Penny - Sex Stories

Worth Every Penny

... revealing any details about his other clients, I knew he often accompanied them on trips.

"I got back from California on Monday." I understood he wouldn't be more specific about where he'd stayed in California, and I didn't ask. Before unbuttoning his pants, he leveled his gaze on me, tilting his head slightly. "You've had a rough week."

I raised my eyebrows in surprise. "Why do you say that?"

Chase leaned to gently cup my chin in his hand. "You carry the tension in your jaw," he told me with a knowing wink. "When you've had a bad time of it at work, it's more noticeable. It won't go away completely until I've made you come."

"That is incredibly perceptive of you." It felt strange having someone pay such close attention to my mannerisms.

Chase caressed my cheek. "So I'm right, then. Tough week?"

"Pretty brutal," I admitted before sliding my palm over his washboard abs. "So I guess you'd better get busy making me come."

He took my hand and guided it farther downward. We'd barely touched, hadn't even kissed, but he was almost fully hard already. The man seemed to be made for sex; if the prospect of it was in his very near future, he grew erect pretty much immediately. I supposed he had found the perfect line of work. I enjoyed stroking his cock, watching as he grew even more aroused. I loved the way his breath quickened just a little at the pleasure my hand gave him. His dick was a nice size, but not intimidatingly large, and he was shaved completely bare. ...

... I'd found that curious at first, but not unattractive. Now, I delighted in running my fingertips over his perfectly smooth skin. Simply touching him had me wet.

When I looked up at Chase, I saw that his stare was intensely focused on me. There was a hardness to his expression now, subtle but unmistakable, for this would be no tender lovemaking session. He opened my robe, exposing my naked body to his view. The way he cupped my breasts was deceptively gentle. I released a moan as he fondled my nipples. Then he hauled me to my feet, his fingers biting into my flesh. In seconds, he stripped out of the rest of his clothes. His cock strained out from him, its tip crimson. I discarded my robe and planted one foot on the edge of the couch.

Chase knelt before me, his hands gripping my ass as he pressed my cunt firmly against his face. "Oh, fuck!" The words left my throat as a choked cry. Chase knew I wasn't big on foreplay; I didn't want him to go down on me for hours. In a way, I might have been his easiest client, I realized. His nose was buried in my pubic hair while he began lashing my clit with his tongue. I was one of those women who needed a lot of direct clitoral stimulation. Even the gentle pressure of teeth felt incredible to me. But I loved, more than anything, to have that swollen bud sucked.

It was exquisite, the sensation of his warm, wet mouth devouring me. I couldn't stop myself from grabbing his hair. A satisfied moan escaped his throat, and he rewarded me ...