Page 45 of Tips and Trysts

I hate how much his approval satisfies me, but at the same time, I want to show him more of me. Bet he’d like it.

Validation is my crutch, but she’s also my mistress.

I grab Everett’s wrist and press his entire palm against my pussy. The first contact between his skin and my arousal is invigorating, like a sudden burst of oxygen after swimming underwater. I gasp when he works his middle finger into me like he knew I was wet and ready.

He adds his ring finger, and his pace becomes deliberate. Forceful. His fingers are divine and unexpected—although I should have seen it coming. Everett is precise. He’s methodical.He knows exactly how to hook his two—wait,three—thick fingers inside me to make my eyes water, and when a moan spills over my lips, I realize I’m going to come fast.

His fingers pump, squelching crudely, and I gasp when his thumb moves to my clit. As if he researched how to use it, he presses his thumb right below my piercing, and all the dignity in my body resigns without notice.

“Everett,” I urge shamelessly. “Like that. Like that.Where the fuck did you come from?”

He can’t speak, but his eyes meet mine and even his gaze is too cocky.

“You’re so annoying,” I blurt out.

My words make him push on my sensitive clit, and the surge of pleasure makes my back arch. I grip the sink, reveling in the imminent rise of my climax—

Right then, someone jiggles the doorknob.

Tension washes over me like one of those unexpected DC rainfalls, speckling my skin, heightening the absurdity of what we’re doing. I’m thrumming—both from his touch and the threat of being caught. It collides and builds into a storm of overwhelming pleasure, and I part my lips. I moan, I cry out—

—and Everett clasps his hand over my mouth, shutting me up as my orgasm washes over me.

The scale of the pleasure hits me out of nowhere in a swell of tingles rushing through my limbs. It sweeps me up like a riptide. He’s pushing on my g-spot, fingers hooked, and I knew it before: I am so utterly fucked. So much of his hand is already nestled in my pussy, and I want more—I want everything—but this is a start.

This is such a good start.

My comedown is blurry until Everett takes his fingers out. The sudden absence of him—and the unprecedented longing Iexperience—might be the most surprising part of this entire tryst until he bends down.

He kisses the spot on my naked hip where I stowed his tip last night.

And then Everett takes a step back. I don’t bother covering myself. He can look. He can look all he wants.

His eyes rake over my sprawled body, my spread legs, and my wet pussy. It takes me a moment too long to realize he’s not just admiring me, but his handiwork too: My pussy looks well and truly used—swollen and glistening—and he didn’t even put his cock in me.

What the fuck.

Finally, he tugs my panties out of his mouth and tucks them into his pants pocket before he moves in to kiss me.

I stop his face an inch from mine. “I can’t,” I lament, layering a sigh under my words. “This was a mistake.”

Confused at first, Everett pulls back and the look passing over his face is devastated—until I grin.

“Eat me, Flores,” he replies, grinning back. Before I can retort, he reaches into his pocket for his wallet. He takes out one, two, three,fourof the crispest hundred dollar bills I’ve ever seen and raises the hem of my sweater to tuck them into the band of my skirt.

“Your tip for being such a good whore for me,” he explains before he wets his lips with his tongue, and asks, “Are you going to let me fuck you now?”

“Not a chance,” I reply before I hop off the sink, brush past Everett, and go to the door.

And as I head back into the café—down a pair of panties and four hundred dollars richer—I’m nursing a profound realization: After performing for thousands of men, I may have finally met my match in that motherfucker who insulted me in a bar seven months ago.

And I don’t totally hate it.

Fourteen

EVERETT

Cora Flores is goingto eat me alive. Any day now, she’s going to unhinge her jaw and make a meal out of me, and I’m never going to see it coming.

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