Worth Every Penny - Sex Stories

Worth Every Penny

... Chase lowered me against the couch's arm once again. I lay in a kind of mindless stupor while listening to his heavy breathing and feeling him use my body to reach his own orgasm. I knew the very moment he came, for his grip on me became painfully tight, and he gasped before letting out a helpless groan.

I lacked the energy to move even as Chase pulled out and went to discard the condom. When he returned, I allowed him to draw me into his arms. Leaning against him with my eyes closed, I whispered, "I'm so fucking sorry I bit you. I wasn't thinking."

He laughed low and soft. "It's all good. Some women are scratchers; you're a biter. You didn't even break the skin."

"Probably because all that jaw clenching you've noticed has ground my teeth down to nubs," I said, laughing along with him.

A little later, Chase and I lay in the darkness of my bedroom. We still had plenty of time, and I found that after sex, I enjoyed being close to him. Not close enough for him to hold me; I'd never liked the confining feeling of a man's arms around me for long periods. But close enough to feel the warmth emanating from his skin.

Because Chase had such an incredible voice, I often asked him questions like, "What do you think is the meaning of life?" Questions that no one else bothered asking, and which would encourage him to provide a detailed response. Then I'd curl up on my side, my head on the pillow, and simply listen to him talk. These mostly one-sided conversations seemed to ...

... amuse him, but I thought he enjoyed sharing his thoughts with me. I wondered how often he was asked his opinion on anything more profound than a woman's outfit or where to make dinner reservations.

Tonight, however, I kept the conversation away from existential matters. "Do you ever worry that you'll find a client unattractive and you won't be able to get a hard-on?" I wanted to know.

"You and your questions!" Chase said through his laughter. "And no, that's never been an issue. I know it sounds like a bullshit answer, but I really do find all kinds of women attractive. What turns me on most is pleasing them."

"Even more than your own pleasure?"

"Yep." He ran his fingertips over my bare arm, sending a delicious shiver through me. "Do you know what it does to me to see you come so hard, Mare?" His voice dropped to a murmur. "And contrary to popular belief, my job isn't all about sex. Some clients simply want company. They want someone to listen to them, and I'm happy to do that. Fucking never enters into it."

I was quiet a moment, considering his words. "I must be your most oddball client."

The darkness prevented me from discerning Chase's expression, but I knew he was grinning. "And why do you say that?"

"Well, I don't like kissing and cuddling. I'm not... affectionate. An ex-boyfriend said that I'm emotionally frigid."

Chase rolled onto his side to face me. "You are the most emotionally independent woman I've ever met, but there's nothing wrong with ...