Sliding in behind Sadie, I wrap my arms around her as she leans back against my chest right where she’s supposed to be. Her bathtub is big enough to fit at least two more people in it and that’s saying something with my six-foot two frame.
Her bathroom reminds me of the Mediterranean with different blue and green colored tiles that make up the shower and surround the tub. The rest is done in a rich, dark wood with white gleaming granite countertops. Normally, I would feel uncomfortable being surrounded in luxury, but Sadie makes me feel welcome. Even downstairs when there was tension between us, I felt strangely at home.
Growing up in the poor part of town has left me unaccustomed to the lifestyle that Sadie lives in. After tonight, I’d be embarrassed to have her see my shabby studio apartment.
“This is nice,” she moans out. Her fingers tracing shapes on the tops of my legs.
“Are you feeling better?”
She turns to look over her shoulder. “I am. You’re going to have to let me get accustomed to you.”
If I had known it was a possibility to fuck her out of commission, I would have tried to be gentler.
Leaning forward, I place a kiss to the juncture between her neck and shoulder. “I’m sorry, Sadie.”
“You have nothing to be sorry about. It wasn’t until we were lying there and I moved that I felt how sore I was.”
“I’m still sorry. Every minute, day and night, I replay our night on a loop. I’ve been a walking hard on.” Closing my eyes, I breathe deeply. “Then I thought you weren’t going to show up tonight. I was a little over zealous when I saw you step through the doorway.”
My cock stirs as she skims one hand slowly down my leg. “I like that you were happy to see me.” I can hear the smile in her voice.
“Very happy,” I nip her neck.
“Can I ask you something?” she asks hesitantly. Her hands still their caresses and tracing shapes.
“What do you want to know?”
“You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to, but why did you escort? You said most of the time you weren’t hired for sex.”
“No, most of the women who hired me only wanted me to take them to events like work functions, weddings, or the occasional date to make an ex jealous, that kind of thing. We’d meet at the event, and I’d never know where they lived or see them again.”
“Most?” she questions, cautiously.
“There were the occasional women that hired me only for sex. It wasn’t like that in the beginning. At first, it was only dates, and after a few months, I was approached by the agency to see if I’d be open to the possibility.”
Her body goes rigid at the mention of sex with other women, but I continue on. She wants to know why I started, not when I started to have sex for money.
“My senior year in college, I started to feel run down, and thought it was the flu that was going around until I found a lump in one of my testicles. I went to the clinic and was diagnosed with testicular cancer.”
“Cancer?” she asks shocked, over her shoulder.
My only response is to nod. It’s not something I like to talk about, but she needs to know why, and I’m not going to start off our relationship by lying.
“Oh my God, Tyson.” Sadie turns and straddles my legs, her eyes wide. “You’re okay, now aren’t you?”
“Yeah, I’m healthy now.”
“What are the chances of you getting cancer again?” Her voice is soft with a slight tremor.
“I have about a fifteen percent chance of a reoccurrence,” I shrug as if it’s not something I think about daily. What if it comes back, and what if it’s too late when I find it this time? “You should know that I can’t have children of my own. I don’t know where this is going, but I do know that can be a deal breaker for most women.”
Sadie chuckles to herself as one hand shifts through my hair. “I gave up on the dream to have children a few years ago. The barely there sex I did have wasn’t producing children. Now, I’m almost forty-years old and starting over again. There’s more of a chance of things going wrong the older the mother gets, so I’m okay with that. I don’t need children to feel fulfilled.”
“What do you need?” I ask because most women feel the need to be a mother.
She tilts her head to the side with a small smile. “To be happy and successful in life. The love of a good man who treats me right,” she shrugs. “Two out of three ain’t bad, right? Isn’t that what the song says?”
“Song?”
What the hell is she talking about?
“Never mind, you’re too young to know what I’m talking about. What about you? What do you need in life?”
“To be healthy, happy, and debt free.”
“All good things. Simple.”
“Simple, but not always easy to have. In six months, I’ll have paid off my medical bills. Talk to me then.”
“That’s why you became an escort,” she states with a look of astonishment in her eyes. “To pay off your bills.”
“It paid the bills better than any job I found while finishing college and interning.”
“What about your parents? Couldn’t they help you?”
I rest my forehead to hers and shake my head. “I grew up poor. Beyond poor. My father was never around, and my mom was either working to feed us or sleeping. She never had money for insurance, and once I was in college, neither did I.”
“I’m so sorry, Tyson. I hate the thought of you sick and scared, and all alone. I know about growing up poor. My mother drank every bit of money we ever had or gambled it away. I studied my ass off in high school to get the best scholarship possible to get away from her, but she always finds me, and comes begging for money. Even when I was a poor college kid, living off my scholarship money.”
“Looking around your house, you’d never know.”
“Thanks,” she brushes her lips to mine. “I’ve been remodeling it since I found and bought it. Once the inside is done, I want to work on the outside. Maybe put in a pool and a small flower garden. It would be much easier with a big strapping man around to help me.”
“Really?” I quirk an eyebrow.
Is she asking me to stick around and help, or is that only wishful thinking?
“Yeah,” she murmurs as she starts to trail kisses across my jaw.
“Hmm,” I moan when she nips just below my earlobe. Fuck, I want her so bad. My cock is rock hard between our slick, wet bodies. “I like where this is going, but if you’re sore, we don’t have to do this. I like talking to you almost as much as I like fucking you.”
“Good,” she licks down the column of my neck. “I like talking to you too, but right now, I want to ride that big cock of yours. Tell me you want me too.”
“I want you so fucking bad, Sadie.” A groan escapes when her hand squeezes my cock. “I… I need to grab a condom.” I manage to get out as she pumps me while kissing back up the side of my neck to nibble on my bottom lip.
What is it about her that makes me turn into a pubescent teenage boy?
Luckily my jeans are close, and all Sadie has to do is lean over with her delectable ass in my face as she fishes my wallet out of the back pocket. Leaning forward, she jumps and squeals as I bite her ass.
“Give a lady some warning next time, would you?” she pants, straddling me while she works open the condom.
“Your ass is too perfect to ignore,” I squeeze with both hands and rock her against my aching erection.
“I could say the same thing about yours. More than once I’ve wanted to bite it.” Her tiny hands roll on the condom and I can’t help but moan again. Her every touch drives me wild.
“What’s stopped you?” I ask, gripping her hips as she positions herself above me. Sex in a bathtub is tricky business, but I’m down for it.
“Before, we were at work, and I didn’t want to get called down to HR for sexual harassment.”
Slowly taking every inch, Sadie throws her head back when I’m fully sheathed inside her.
“Oh,” she moans and starts rocking. “You’re so big. Stretching me.” Slamming down, she starts to ride me leisurely. “You feel so good,” she moans out each word; my cock somehow hardens while buried deep inside her.
I thrust up each time she comes down, pulling her down by her hips and grinding into her clit. Her eyes roll back into her head.
“I’m close, so close.”
My thumb starts to circle her clit while she rocks against her impending orgasm. When her walls start to flutter, I pinch her bundle of nerves.
My little minx falls forward and bites my shoulder as her pussy grips me like a vice.
“Milk my cock. Just like that.” My fingers dig into the flesh of her ass. “Fuck, Sadie.”
My cock pulses and swells releasing wave after wave of pure unadulterated pleasure. I wrap my arms around Sadie and hold her to me as little puffs of air from her panting hit my neck, her heart beating rapidly against my chest.
When I feel her shiver from the cooling water, I shift her in my arms and stand. Her head immediately pops up with sleepy eyes looking back at me.
“Tired?” I ask as I step out of the tub and grab a towel to dry us off.
Resting her head back down on my shoulder she replies. “A good orgasm will do that to you.”
“Do you want me to put you into your bed?” I ask, toweling us off as best as I can with her wrapped around me. Not that I mind, but she’s sleepy, and her body pressed to mine is starting to wake my cock back up.
“I can walk,” she yawns.
“And I can carry you,” I state, walking her to her king-size bed with a big, fluffy white comforter on it and about a dozen colorful pillows stacked at the top.
Placing her down gently, I start to step back when Sadie’s hand catches my own. “Where are you going?” she asks, peeking up at me with one eye.
I sit beside her on the bed, one arm resting behind her, and smile down at her. “To get dressed and go home.”
“It’s late. You can stay if you want,” she mumbles as she snuggles down into her blankets.
Do I want to stay?
Hell yes, I do, but if I sleep in her bed with her, I’m not sure if I’ll ever be able to sleep without her next to me. Sadie doesn’t know yet how I’ve been obsessed with her from the moment I saw her at Mathers.
“It’s fine if you don’t want to stay.” Shit, I must have taken too long to respond.
Kissing her on the forehead, I head downstairs. I don’t have the code to her alarm and making sure all the doors are locked is the best I can do for tonight.
When I come back into her bedroom, Sadie has a slight frown to her pink full lips. I turn off the light in the bathroom and bedroom before slipping into bed behind her and wrap my arms around her.
“You stayed,” she sounds relieved.
“I only went to make sure all the doors were locked. You can go back to sleep now,” I kiss her exposed shoulder. “Good night, Sadie.”
Sadie doesn’t utter another word but does shift back against me and wiggle her butt against my dick until it’s nice and snug. I’m not sure how I’m going to be able to sleep with her ass pressed against me the whole night, but somehow, I manage to fall asleep within only a few minutes, wearing a smile on my face.