Strangers for the Night (For The Night #1) Page 3

  ‘Eyes on me, Camilla. Does it feel good?’

  ‘Yes,’ I sighed, in almost a grimace as my nails dug into his jacket. My internal nerves were tingling in all the right places, his cock was so large it rubbed them all at once.

  ‘As good as you imagined?’

  ‘Better,’ I nodded breathlessly.

  ‘Clench around me as I fuck you, milk me.’

  ‘Yes … yes,’ I mewled as he stepped forwards a fraction and slid further in. He grunted as I squeezed around him and I bent my head forwards and kissed him, pleased that I could do something to turn him on. ‘O God, you feel … so … amazing.’

  ‘How about now?’ he asked, with a wicked glint in those steely grey eyes as he suddenly flexed his hips and rammed all the way into me and made me scream out loud.

  ‘Oooo … Oooo … yes, yes, YES,’ I cried. I grabbed the back of his soft black hair and yanked his face onto mine and kissed him frantically. He was inside me, all the way inside me, filling me completely. If I only got him the once, it was worth the money to be impaled like this. ‘Condoms,’ I suddenly cried. Shit, I hadn’t heard him use one, Daddy would be furious if I got pregnant.

  ‘Already taken care off, it’s not my first time. Relax, enjoy me,’ he whispered in my ear. He was a sexual Ninja, I was that focussed on how fantastic I was feeling I didn’t even notice him cloak himself. I did relax as he slowly pulled back, nearly all the way out, leaving me yearning to have him back inside me, then he dove straight back in making me scream again.

  ‘Harder,’ I pleaded. ‘Harder and faster.’ He was right, my muscles still felt at their capacity for filling, but I could accommodate him and it was delicious. I’d never been fucked so well and this was only the first time with him. He set a steady rhythm as he worked on my neck and I looked over at the camera, gutted he was facing away from it, I’d loved to have seen his gorgeous face on playback, I wanted some of the recordings for my own personal use. I thanked God I’d got Blaine to install those extra cameras in the bedroom, bathroom, as well as the crucial one on the balcony for my plan to work. I also got the pleasure of knowing that Blaine would be watching this, probably stroking himself in his office as he watched his monitor and saw me getting truly fucked. I really liked Blaine, at twenty-six he was more mature than the college guys I went out with and he was built like a typical bouncer, huge and solid, a bit bulky for my liking, but was one of the few guys who could make me come through penetration and he was kind to me. Thoughts of kindness went out of the window though when I was being screwed like this. I felt myself tensing up, damn it I was going to come already, Logan was good.

  ‘Eyes, Camilla,’ he barked as he moved faster, his fingers kneading my slim hips as he held me up. I writhed on his cock, flexing my stomach and pelvis in time with the rhythm he’d set. ‘When I tell you to come you will, then I’m going to lick you out and make you come again before I take you to my bedroom and fuck you properly on my bed. This was just a taster, a gentle introduction, each time we fuck it will be harder and faster and you’ll ride me as if your life depends on it. Clear?’

  ‘O yes,’ I nodded vigorously, desperately fighting the need to come. I couldn’t wait to get him naked, run my hands over his body, suck his cock dry. ‘Please, I need to … Oooo … I can’t hold on.’

  ‘You will,’ he ordered. I was panting and dewy, yet he hadn’t even broken a sweat. He was a god amongst sex gods. Incredible. Why were women recommending him instead of keeping him for themselves? They were idiots. As soon as I had that balcony recording to blackmail him, he was going to be mine, I wouldn’t be giving his email out to anyone. He ground against me and my mouth started to spasm as I lost ability to form words. ‘Now, Camilla,’ he whispered in my ear and I exploded like a grenade, my scream deafening as I violently jerked in his strong arms. I vaguely heard him grunt as he flexed inside me, but all I could focus on was the incredible high that was surging through my body. Before I’d even had the chance to come down from my bliss, I was hoisted up the shiny wooden wall and my legs were around his neck. I mumbled incoherently as I palmed the ceiling of the elevator and he held my backside as his tongue and lips went to work on me. I had to close my eyes tightly shut, it was too hard to focus on anything but his perfect lips nibbling and sucking on my sticky, puffy, wet flesh. I’d never been so wet, never been fucked or sucked so well, and this was his idea of a gentle introduction?

  Yes Sir, Logan Steele was worth every damn cent of his money. And to think that was only the first time of four for the night.

  The Lounge

  I pulled off my condom and tied it, discretely placing it in my pocket, before zipping myself back up, I flexed my neck, pleased to have gotten the first job of the night done and dusted. She wasn’t the tightest girl I’d fucked, but equally her experience and fitness counterbalanced some of that. I loved watching them struggle to hold back their orgasms, not only did it make them enjoy them all the more, but it was a real ego boost for me to see. I never felt more loved than in the moments I gave them exactly what I wanted. Except it wasn’t love, it was just adoration for the guy giving them the best lay of their lives. They adored my Gigolo persona, not the real man beneath it. When she’d mumbled something about condoms, I’d nearly rolled my eyes. As if I could afford to catch anything in my line of work, let alone get a woman knocked up. I’d learned that lesson with my best friend having gotten himself in that predicament. As her nails had dug through my jacket and shirt, her thighs had tightened around my hips and her eyes had widened, I’d known that she wasn’t going to hold off. I gave my consent for her to come and let myself release earlier than planned. My shoulders lifted in silent surprise as at that moment I wasn’t thinking about Camilla, an image of Summer had popped into my head, her full lips parting as she took in a gasp of air. I’d never thought about anyone other than the client I was with while I was coming, it was unprofessional. What the hell was that all about? I wondered.

  Camilla had looked wrecked and I’d barely given her twenty-five percent of what I was capable of. Mindful of the camera behind me, I’d hoisted her up onto my shoulders and made her come again using my lips and tongue. I hated the taste of rubber when I did that afterwards, masking the natural taste of their sweetness. It had been a long time since I’d given oral to a woman I hadn’t used a condom on. My last girlfriend, Lucy, had finished with me when I ran my proposal for earning extra cash past her. Can’t say I blamed her, I’d be bloody furious if it had been the other way around, but cash was a bigger priority than my six week relationship with the curvaceous temptress with a high maintenance lifestyle, so I hadn’t pursued her or changed my mind when she pulled out the “You’ll give up this idea if you really love me” card. She’d stormed out when I told her I didn’t love her, hell we were six weeks in, way too soon for love.

  I was distracted from my wandering thoughts by Camilla screaming again and shuddering around my face. She was very receptive, I had to give her that. I backed away and caught her in my arms as she slithered down the wall. Making sure I was kissing her as I carried her, I turned and walked out of the lift, camera one down, three to go. I set Camilla down on the black marble floor of the inner lobby of the Signature suite, filled with bouquets of flowers. I held her up with one arm, then swiped the key with the other and both sets of doors opened electronically, revealing another marbled lobby, adorned with paintings by famous artists I presumed. I was more into my Xbox, football, cricket, and movies than art. Camilla wobbled again, so I shrugged off my jacket, draped it over one arm and scooped her up, cursing internally as I caught the way she was looking at me, in awe. It’s just sex, I wanted to tell her, keep your emotions out of it, but I simply smiled, which in itself was a bad move. Her eyelashes fluttered and she started breathing faster. I wasn’t sure if this face was a blessing or a damn curse sometimes.

  ‘How are you feeling?’ I asked, the noise of my brogues echoing off the hard floor below as I carried her to the next set of double mahogany do
ors.

  ‘Amazing,’ she breathed. ‘I’ve never come so hard.’

  ‘You’ll be revising that assessment in about five minutes.’

  ‘Can we have a drink or something first? I need a few minutes to catch my breath.’

  ‘Sure. I thought you were a cheerleader, aren’t you super fit?’

  ‘Head cheerleader and yes, but you take it to another level,’ she giggled. I winked and raised my eyebrows in surprise as the doors to the enormous lounge I knew lay beyond them, automatically swung open for us. I strode over to one of the massive leather sofas and lay her down on it and covered her with a chocolate cashmere blanket as I marvelled at the view of the Manhattan skyline from the floor to ceiling glass window in front of me. The room was sumptuous in creams, chocolates and gold. It appeared that the walls were lined with chocolate suede framed by mahogany borders which were gilded with gold leaf. Huge crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling and a gas fire roared to my left, over which the plasma screen television had to be over sixty inches at least. A Manchester United game on that would be incredible.

  I headed over to the bar on my right, where normally someone would be waiting to take drink or food requests, however Camilla had advised in her report that the bartender and butler were to remain discretely out of sight. Her bottle of champagne was chilling, the ice hadn’t melted, which led me to wonder how many times Antoine had sent one of his team up to replenish it, while we’d busied ourselves in the lift. Also in there was a bottle of still water and a covered plate of freshly cut limes for me. I smiled and poured us both a drink and returned to her. She’d struggled partially upright on the sofa and was leaning back on the cushions with rosy cheeks and a big smile plastered over her face.

  ‘Your champagne,’ I advised as I dipped my head and kissed her forehead. Make the client feel special at all times, one of my key mantras.

  ‘You’re not drinking any?’ she looked at me surprised as I lowered myself into the sofa opposite and spread my thighs in a masculine predatory way. I watched her eyes flick to my crotch again as she wet her lips.

  ‘I don’t like to drink. I like to be untainted by external influences so that I can appreciate what’s right in front of me.’

  ‘You’re very disciplined, you’d be good on the cheerleading squad,’ she teased.

  ‘I’m not sure I’d look good in your uniform, I’d have such trouble finding little skirts to fit me.’

  ‘Yes, cock and skirt really doesn’t do it for me.’

  ‘And what usually does it for you?’ I enquired. I may be great in bed, but that wasn’t pure good luck, it was also down to hard work. Not that the hours of practice could be considered hard work, unless you counted my less selective choices in the early years as I was getting established. But I was like a sponge, memorising exactly where each woman moaned the most when my lips lingered, what positions made them scream the loudest, picking up on little details that they let slip on how they like to be touched, or treated.

  ‘Currently you,’ she laughed. ‘I’m not sure anyone will ever live up to that fuck.’

  ‘That was my idea of making love, trust me, you’ll know when I’ve fucked you, it will be about ten seconds before you pass out from pleasure overload.’

  ‘O my God, I’m so done with college boys, I need a real man, a man like you,’ she sighed as her eyes raked my face. She lingered longest on my lips. I’d been blessed with good genes, on both sides, thank God. If I’d been ugly that would have sucked for my choice of career. I idly wondered how gifted ugly guys got women into bed in the first place? What would attract a woman to them? Were woman as obsessed with sex as we were, that they’d overlook everything else just to have a large cock inside them?

  ‘I was a college boy once, too,’ I confirmed. ‘As a species we do tend to fill out and mature.’

  ‘You’re just so confident, you know what you want and you take it. I hate having to tell guys where my clit is and whether I’ve come or not.’

  ‘You’re definitely dating the wrong guys then. Is there no one you’ve been with that does it for you?’

  ‘Other than you?’ she looked at me surprised.

  ‘Yes,’ I nodded as I drained my water.

  ‘I guess Blaine, Daddy’s head of security is the best I’d had until now. He’s kind of hot in his uniform with that earpiece, all protectory and male.’

  ‘So date him. Exclusively.’

  ‘Please!’ she snorted with arched brows that were manicured and dyed to the point of looking unnaturally like two slugs taking an afternoon nap over her eyes. ‘You don’t know Daddy very well. He’d be mortified I was dating beneath me, with an employee,’ she wrinkled her nose in disgust. ‘He still thinks I’m a virgin. I have to confirm my status after every night out.’ Hmmm, it seems my original summary of her character from her file was spot on, I thought. Camilla Domville was elitist, deceitful, spoilt and immature. She was also rich and currently my boss for the next few hours.

  ‘Stand up,’ I ordered as I crossed my legs and loosened a couple more buttons of my shirt.

  ‘What?’

  ‘Stand up. Don’t make me repeat myself.’

  ‘Don’t they teach you manners in England?’ she glared.

  ‘If you want another orgasm Camilla, you will do as you’re told. Stand up immediately,’ I barked. Her eyes lit up as she realised that I was playing the sexually aggressive part that she’d requested. Now that I knew that her nerves over accommodating my rather large member had gone, she was eager for more of me.

  ‘Yes, Logan.’

  ‘Sir.’

  ‘Sir,’ she breathed as she flung the blanket back and did as she was told.

  ‘Play with your clit for me. Make yourself come.’

  ‘Ok,’ she giggled, so I narrowed my eyes at her.

  ‘You will respond with “Yes, Sir” or “No, Sir” from now on. Are we clear?’

  ‘Yes, Sir,’ she nodded vigorously as her legs parted and she reached down to touch herself, letting out a tiny gasp.

  ‘Watch my cock twitching in my trousers for you at all times, and tell me how wet you are, Camilla?’

  ‘Soaked,’ she purred as her finger moved a little faster. I shuffled in my seat, my cock was starting to unfurl again. There was nothing sexier than seeing a woman touch her own body, even more so if she were in sexy lingerie with stockings and suspenders. Damn it, that was all it took for me to spring to full mast. I heard her groan and smiled to myself, she’d seen it, it wouldn’t be long before she came again.

  ‘Roll up the dress to your waist, turn around and straddle the arm of that leather sofa behind you.’

  ‘Yes, Sir,’ she nodded and did as she was told, revealing her bright green knickers with the big tear where I’d ripped them to penetrate her with them on. I cocked my head as her right foot tiptoed the cream carpet below her, with her left knee kneeling on the sofa, she was sticking out her backside, exposing all of her cunt and those long legs. She had amazing legs, best I’d seen so far, but her arse was way too skinny, I preferred my women with a bit of meat and something I could grab and squeeze. I heard her breathing fast as she waited, straddling the smooth rounded leather of the arm chair. ‘What now Sir, are you going to fuck me from behind.’

  ‘No, you’ll continue to finger yourself until you’re so wet you drip all over that leather, then I’ll make you lick it clean before I take you to the bedroom and fuck you from behind. I’d like to play with that tight little backside of yours while I slide my cock in and out of your eager cunt.’

  ‘O shit,’ she groaned and her fingers went to work. She looked over her shoulder at me and I raised my brows.

  ‘Eyes on the fireplace, Camilla,’ I advised and waited for her to comply. I strode back over to the bar and poured myself some more water. I thought about my booking next week with Summer, I was looking forward to meeting her and seeing her naked. I was going to have to be severely restrained for once, this could be my hardest challenge yet, I wa
s going to have to make love to a woman and be all gentle, which wasn’t really my style. Just the thought of her curves had my cock surge. I was in the mood to fuck right now and Camilla would have to do. ‘Is that leather wet?’ I called.

  ‘Sodden,’ she groaned.

  ‘Stand up, take off your dress, get on your hands and knees, backside facing me and lick it up.’ I walked back to my sofa and sat on the edge, my elbows on my knees as I watched her eagerly comply. She was lapping enthusiastically as her pussy quivered, more moisture bubbling out of her.

  ‘How do you taste?’

  ‘Not as good as if it was mingled with your come, Sir,’ she replied as she sat back on her heels.

  ‘Well of course not. You will remain there until I return.’ I headed off in the direction of the master suite, carrying my jacket over my arm, grateful it was down a long corridor and out of Camilla’s sight. I opened the double doors slightly and peered in to see which direction the bed was facing. It was backed up on the wall opposite, which meant the camera was somewhere on the right. I stepped into the room and hugged the right wall until I reached the entertainment unit facing the bed. I could see the iPod doc to the right of the television and casually slung my jacket over it, before reaching underneath and turning it to face away from the bed, just in case Camilla had the chance to try and remove it, that would buy me some time to move out of range.