"Why don't you enjoy oral?" Jaxon asked as we drove to the hotel.

"I never cum. To me, it just feels like they're slobbing on my vagina."

I'd come to realize he has 3 different kinds of laughs, the one where he finds something a tad bit amusing, the one where he thinks something is funny, and this one, where he believes something is really funny.

I liked this laugh.

"I'll change your view on that." He stated confidently.

"You sound so sure."

"I know how to please women. It's a gift of mine."

Cocky ass man.

"I guess we'll see." I replied.

This conversation started because I asked him to explain aspects of that lifestyle to me. He again only gave me limited details, telling me it's something we'd work up to.

It's like he didn't want to tell me because he thought I'd run away when in reality, I'd probably just walk.

"Are you going to get a hotel every time? I feel like it's a waste."

He nodded, "Yeah I am. I'd prefer to keep this aspect of my life separate from my everyday life."

That wasn't the first time I'd heard that, but those men were usually married. It then occurred to me ask, "Are you married?"

"No."

Whew.

"Would it have mattered if I was?" He asked while glancing at me.

"I probably still would've agreed to the arrangement, it just would have made me see you differently. I think that married men who seek escorts are the lowest of the low, and I hope that their wives find out and leave them."

He was quiet as he continued to drive, and I was starting to think that maybe he was lying.

"Why are you so quiet?"

"I'm trying to think of how to word what I want to say without offending you. Your feelings seem to be very fragile."

I narrowed my eyes, "Just say it."

No matter the precautions he would take, I'm sure I'd still be offended either way.

"What does that say about you? How are you any better than the men that cheat if you're aiding them?"

"I'm not the married one. I owe those women nothing."

"True, but if you were married, wouldn't you want those women to refuse your husband? Isn't that a form of respect that women share?"

"If my husband goes looking for an escort then he can choke. I wouldn't blame her, I'd blame him."

That was the honest truth. Where cheating is involved, the woman is always blamed while the husband gets away scot free or by spending an hour a week in counseling.

As if that works. They're usually back within a month, two months max.

Jaxon nodded and pulled into the hotel parking lot, "I understand."

I was dressed extremely casual, and I'm sure people were wondering why we were together.

Maybe some of them knew.

"Hello again, Mr Carter." The receptionist greeted while handing him a key card.

Is she being shady? Why did she have to add the again?

He smiled and took it, before walking towards the elevator.

"You come here a lot then?" I asked.

"It used to be once a week." He turned his gaze onto me, "I'm sure it'll be much more frequent than that now."

Jesus.

Once we entered the elevator and the doors closed, Jaxon pulled me closer to him, pressing his lower half against mine.

His hand softly caressed my face before he tilted my head up to look at him.

I thought he was going to kiss me but he stopped just far enough away that I could feel his nose against mine, feel his breath, but there was no contact.

"Beautiful." He whispered, the slight movement of his lips causing them to touch mine briefly.

Even that light of a touch caused feelings of excitement to flood through my veins.

I wanted him to fuck me, repeatedly. I wanted to be whatever he wanted, whatever he desired.

And he's barely even touched me.

He stepped away just before the elevator dinged, signaling our arrival to our designated floor.

My legs carried me to the room though I was mentally still in the elevator, wishing that he'd actually kissed me instead of teasing.

He opened the door, allowing to walk ahead of him. I'd barely made it into the room before I felt a hand wrap around my torso, guiding me backwards towards him.

Kisses were placed along my neck as his fingers worked to undo the buttons on my pants.

"Fuck, you make me so hard." He said in my ear while moving his pants-clad erection against me.

The feeling is mutua- never mind.

My hands tugged at the hem of my shirt and I pulled it over my head, leaving me in just my bra and panties that he made quick work of removing.

He lifted and carried me to the bed, placing me down before he began undressing himself.

My legs brushed against the comforter, unable to remain still as I ached to be touched by him.

When he was done, he stood in front of me with nothing but his briefs, his dick straining against the fabric.

A man.

He never got onto the bed, instead kneeling at the foot, and balancing my legs on she shoulders. I shivered involuntarily when he brushed his lips against my inner thigh, his strong hands gently massaging me.

I'd been reduced to a panting mess as I waited for him to put his mouth where I wanted him most.

Much like last time, he wasn't in any rush to give me what he knew I wanted.

Jaxon's eyes stayed on mine the entire duration of his teasing, until he finally pressed a soft kiss on my clit before dragging his tongue slowly upwards.

And I about died.

Just from that one lick, I concluded that he had every right to be cocky.

He moaned against my pussy, pushing his face deeper as he continued to move his tongue in a torturous rhythm.

I tried to lift my hips to change the pace, but the sting from the slap he placed on my ass stopped me, "Don't move again." He ordered as he lifted his face, "I got all day."

He spent the next half an hour using his tongue to make me cum multiple times, before fucking me against the wall with wild abandon.

I think this arrangement'll work out just fine.

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Author's note: thanks for reading