Page 30 of Hung Up

A hoarse chuckle, and then: “You, ma’am. You’re the best part of my week, always.”

The words warmed me and reminded me that, while I may have started this business out of necessity, I truly loved it. I loved knowing I was helping people, even if in a taboo way.

But how could sex be taboo when it was one of the most basic of human natures? In a life so disconnected from the world, I was grateful for the connections I had with my clients.

I hummed in approval, and Pierce’s cock twitched, jumping in front of me. His strong hand was still wrapped around the base of his cock and his fingers flexed around his impossible girth.

I dragged one long nail from the root of his cock to the tip. “Show me, then. Pump your cock for me. Slowly.”

A barely audible “Yes, ma’am” through clenched teeth told me exactly how thin of a rope I had to work with. Pierce followed the instruction as well, slowly pumping his hand up and down his length.

Despite giving the commands, I was his captive as he gave me a front row seat to his pleasure.

“Twist your hand at the tip, Ethan. Do it now.”

Pierce did as instructed, gripping and twisting his hard cock in front of me. I leaned forward, eyes glued to my personal performance.

“Ma’am . . .” Ethan groaned, and I knew he was following my instruction.

Pierce jerked the tip of his cock, which was leaking pre onto the bed. My hand darted out, and I swiped from his slit before bringing the finger to my mouth to suck on.

“Mmm, you taste so good, darling.” My words were for Pierce, but Ethan didn’t know that.

Pierce smirked and tilted his hips forward, bringing his cock closer to me. I leaned forward, once more, and darted my tongue out to taste him. But only the briefest of swipes before I settled back onto the bed, ready for the next act of the show. My hand slipped down to lightly tease my clit.

“Taste yourself, Ethan. Lick your fingers and tell me what it tastes like.”

I waited for a response, watching Pierce continue to jerk himself off. He was biting his bottom lip and his hips were rutting in front of him, chasing his own hand.

“I taste salty, ma’am,” Ethan groaned.

“I’m sure you do, baby. Now fuck your hand like it’s my pussy. Fuck my pussy, darling.”

Pierce’s hand sped up as wet squelching filtered over the phone. I knew Ethan only had a few more strokes in him.

“That’s right, darling. I need you to fuck me now. Fuck my cunt and fill me up.”

Groans and filthy curses pierced the haze of my arousal and Pierce brought his other fist to his mouth to bite to keep quiet. Fuck, that was hot.

“Let me hear you, baby,” I said, before mouthing the words again, this time just for Pierce.

It was all he needed.

“Fuck, Harper, fuck, fuck, fuck.” Pierce’s hand sped up as his gaze locked onto mine.

“Harper?” Ethan moaned over the phone, nearing his end, as well.

“Come in me, darling.” I looked at Pierce wickedly. “Come on me, now.”

Hot cum splashed onto my neck and chest as Pierce groaned, painting me in his orgasm. Ethan whimpered, his orgasm long and powerful by the sound of his frantic pumps and breaths.

My arousal dripped between my legs, the lack of completion from earlier rearing its demanding head and tingling along my spine.

I dragged a hand through the cum around my neck before sucking my finger into my mouth. I groaned at the taste, at the pleasure he’d so clearly given himself.

“How’s your day now, sweet boy?”

Ethan sighed, obviously alleviated from his earlier stress. “Much better, Harper. Thank you.”

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