Page 5 of Filthy Ruck

I sat down and opened my knees, giving him a good view of my pussy. I traced circles around my clit with my fingertips before sliding a finger inside myself. With my other hand, I rubbed and pinched my nipple.

Storm opened the front of his jeans and wrapped his hand around his thick erection. He was big. Huge. Enough to make my mouth water.

Slowly, like he was the one being paid for it, he slid his hand up and down his cock, rolling his hips as he matched the rhythm of my own strokes.

Watching him touching himself awakened an almost feral arousal in me. A hungry, burning need. How would his cock feel inside me? He was so big, I'd be full to the brim.

Yes please. I'd take every last centimetre of him all the way inside me.

“Come for me, Panther,” he said, his voice deep and low. “I want to see you come.”

I half-closed my eyes and rubbed more firmly, driving myself closer and closer.

“Tell me,” he insisted.

“I'm… I'm coming,” I said breathlessly.

“Don't fake it,” he said. “I want to see you come for real.”

“I never…fake it,” I panted. I'd never seen the point. If I, or my partner, knew how to touch me, then I'd come. If not, they'd learn. I was better at stroking cocks than I was at stroking egos. I saved that for my other job.

I groaned, long and low, before I came, my release making my hand wetter. The world around me went dark. I shattered into a thousand pieces. It wasn't a mind blowing orgasm, just a soft peak of pleasure that took the edge off my tension. I could never give myself what a partner could give to me. Not even with the best vibrator known to humankind. Nothing could get me off like a man's hand or tongue, or cock.

“Fuck… Yeah.” He jerked hard on his cock until it exploded, cum squirting out the tip, over his hand and the front of the chair. He stroked himself a few more times before flopping back and taking a deep breath.

After a few moments of silence, he said, “I liked watching you come.”

“I liked watching you come too,” I said, slightly confused. He hadn't touched me and made no move to do so now.

Instead, he wiped his hand on his shirt and did up the front of his jeans. “I don't pay to fuck women. I haven't done it before. I won't start now.” He wasn't trying to insult what I did, he was just stating a fact about himself. Okay, maybe he was slightly smug. Of course he didn't pay for women. What guy who looked like him did?

“Then what—” I gestured towards the card reader. If he was going to cancel the transaction, Divina would be furious. Hell,I'dbe furious.

Unfortunately, it happened from time to time. Fortunately, not often. Most men didn't like being banned from Flirts for life. Not to mention Divina might send someone to break their legs. This was Dusk Bay; she'd have no trouble finding someone to do just that. They might not even ask for money, but she'd pay them. Divina always paid her debts, one way or another.

He shrugged. “I paid for your company. To see you come.” He leaned forward, his elbows on his thighs. “It was worth every cent.” His eyes wandered up and down my naked body asthough memorising every centimetre of me. “Don't tell me it's the weirdest thing that’s ever happened to you.”

I couldn't, because it wasn't. I appreciated every dollar, especially now. It would help me to get through the next couple of weeks of my studies. Maybe even to the end of my degree.

I shook my head. “I told you I didn't have a week.” What else was he expecting from me?

“I got everything I need.” He placed his hands to either side of him and pushed himself to his feet. “Take your time getting dressed. Let them think I fucked you. Let them think…whatever you want. I'll make sure that dickhead is gone before you step foot out the door.”

He placed his hand on the handle, but stopped and turned back to me. “Do me a favour. What happened here stays between us, understood?” His eyes were intense, his expression firm. He was used to telling people what to do and having them obey. He was dangerous, beyond doubt. Muscular, attractive and too sexy for his own fucking good.

And mine.

Truthfully, I would have fucked him even if he hadn't paid me. Did I regret him not touching me? Maybe a little. That in itself was a good reason to be relieved he was leaving.

I had no time to be in over my head with any guy, much less one like him.

“I'm always discreet,” I said. “No one will hear about this from me.”

We wouldn't have customers for long if we went around sharing what they did in private with the world. A lot of politicians and businessmen would be in big trouble if we did. Especially the married ones. Those were the ones I disliked the most. I felt sorry for their wives. If I could help it, I avoided spending time with them. That was a complication I didn't need in my life.

Storm nodded and opened the door before stepping out and closing the door with a click.

I waited for a while before pulling my clothes back on and checking my phone.

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