There is nothing smooth or soft about this. It’s not gentle and there’s no easing into it. It’s overwhelming and I jerk against them again, not sure if I want them to stop or if I want them to keep going. My body doesn’t know what it wants, but they only hold me tighter. Justin’s hands lock around my thighs, holding them open, while Aaron’s grip on my hair tightens, as if they’re wordlessly telling me I’m not going anywhere. They’re telling me I’m there for the taking, and I suppose I am. This is, after all, what they paid for.
Releasing my mouth, Aaron latches onto one of my nipples through the thin material of the nightie. At the same time, Justin sucks my clit into his mouth. It’s then that my body gives up the fight, and I cum. I tense from head to toe and try to buck against them again, but I’m held too tightly, and I can’t move even a little bit.
“Stop, please stop, I can’t take it.”
I’ve cum before when I’ve secretly touched myself at night, but this is nothing like anything I’ve ever experienced. Coupled with how fast it happened, it’s like my body and mind are trying to play catch up, and I feel a tear leak down the side of my cheek.
The orgasm was incredible, and it took me by surprise. It was the most incredible and intense thing I’ve ever felt in my life. Maybe a month of this won’t be so bad after all. I just have to safeguard my heart from them. I need to keep my distance as best as I can, while still doing what I’m being paid to do.
Suddenly, both of them release me. I’d wanted to bury my face in Aaron’s neck to try to get myself together, but I’m pushed from his lap and deposited on the seat between them. The leather sticks to my bare legs and puts space between them and me. When I look between them, they’re looking at each other as if they’re silently communicating. The limo remains quiet, but it feels as if there’s a conversation taking place.
Gone is the look of hunger on their faces. Now they just looked pissed. The air even seems thicker. Neither looks at me. They’re intent on the silent dialogue between each other. After a few more moments of this, they both turn and look out the window.
Well, shit. I swear these two have two speeds: fast and stop. What just happened? Did I do something wrong? Was I not supposed to orgasm? Then it clicks. ‘Stop, please stop, I can’t take it.’ I’d said that to them.
The contract clearly states I’m always to be ready and willing. I’d just told them to stop. It dawns on me that I messed up. Crap. The silence is deafening, and I search for a way to make this better.
Aaron pulls out his phone and feverishly starts typing away on it. I try to lean a little into Justin, but he jerks away. Shit. Is Aaron texting Samantha? Are they going to send me back and ask for a refund?
“I’m sorry. I just—“
Justin cuts me off. “We’re here.” The limo rolls to a stop, and I realize I wasn’t paying attention and don’t know where we are.
“Mandy is waiting for us,” Aaron says, sliding the phone back into his pocket. Who the f*ck
is Mandy? Did he really just get someone else to take my place that fast because I said stop—a word that I didn’t really mean and they took the wrong way?
“Good.” Justin unfolds himself from the limo, and I’m not sure if I’m supposed to follow him after their comments.
I get my answer when he promptly slams the limo door closed behind him. I couldn’t have followed him if I wanted to.
“Aaron, I’m sorry. I messed up, I’ll be better. It’s just—” My words are cut off when he finally brings his eyes to mine. We just stare at each other, my apology caught in my throat. I feel the urge to cry and I don’t know why.
“Put this on.” Justin now stands by the door he just slammed. I take the robe from him and slide it on. Then he hands me a pair of what look like hotel slippers and I quickly put them on. I’m thankful I don’t have to walk through this place completely naked. Aaron gets out on his side, slamming the door behind him, making me jump. I hate that everyone is so upset because of what I said.
“Come,” Justin says, holding his hand out to me. I take it, and he pulls me from the limo. I see where we are. They’ve brought me their casino, the Cortez, its bright lights shining in the night.
“Why didn’t we use the back entrance?” Aaron snaps at Justin. I’d rather use the back entrance too, if we can. I have no desire to walk through one of the nicest casinos in Vegas in a bathrobe and slippers. I probably, no, I take that back, I most definitely look like a whore who they hired for the night. I want to laugh at the accuracy.
“The celebrity poker match is tonight, and they’re coming and going out of that entrance.” Justin’s reply is easy, as if his brother didn’t just snap at him.
“Good call.”
Aaron takes me by the arm, pulling me towards the entrance, while Justin shakes his head and walks on the other side of me. He makes no move to touch me, and suddenly I’m longing for it.