I Paid a Stranger Fifteen Hundred Dollars to Be My Boyfriend for My Father's Birthday Weekend, and He Obeyed Every Order I Gave novel · Chapter 3 of 24

Chapter 3: Take Your Shirt Off

At 2 a.m. Jodi orders him out of his shirt, onto his knees and then into her, and finds out he will do every single thing she says out loud.

"Take your shirt off," I said.

The floor creaked, and the quilt rustled.

He was sitting up in the blue dark with his hand already at his collar.

He hadn't asked what for.

He hadn't asked if I was sure.

He undid the buttons one at a time, because I hadn't told him to hurry, and pulled the flannel off his shoulders.

He was broad and solid, with a scatter of brown hair across his chest and a long pale scar under his left ribs.

I pushed back the sheet.

"Up here," I said. "On the bed. Kneel."

He climbed up and knelt in front of me on the mattress, in his jeans, with his hands on his thighs.

"This isn't on the invoice," I said.

"There's no invoice."

"I'm saying nothing past rule one is billable. Nobody pays for this."

"Understood." His voice was rough. "Nobody's paying for this."

"Good. Take off your jeans."

He stood, undid his belt, and pushed his jeans and shorts down together, and kicked them off.

He was fully hard, thick and long, and it curved up toward his belly.

I looked at it for a long time.

He let me.

"Come here," I said, and pulled him down on top of me by his neck.

I kissed him the way I had wanted to since the kitchen.

It was open mouthed and greedy, and it went on until I ran out of air.

His tongue slid against mine and I groaned.

I wrapped my legs around his hips and felt his cock against my belly, hot and heavy.

He kept his hands on the mattress on either side of my head.

He was shaking with it.

He wasn't going to touch me until I said.

"Touch me," I said against his mouth. "Everywhere."

His hands went over me.

They covered my breasts, my ribs, my hips and the curve of my ass, and then slid under it, lifting me against him.

I made a noise I didn't recognize.

He kissed down my throat, my collarbone, my breast, sucking my nipple into his mouth while his thumb circled the other one.

"Lower," I said.

He went lower.

He kissed my stomach, and the soft place below my navel, and nipped my hip bone so I yelped.

He stopped with his mouth an inch from me.

I felt his breath on my clit.

He waited.

I understood, all at once, what rule three really meant.

He would lie there between my legs until the sun came up if I never opened my mouth.

I had never said it.

Not to Nick, not to anyone.

I'd pushed a hand down once or twice and hoped.

"Put your mouth on me," I said.

My voice shook.

"Say it again."

"Put your mouth on my pussy, Ben."

He made a low sound against my thigh.

His tongue slid up through me, flat and wet and slow, and my back left the bed.

"Oh my God."

"Tell me how," he said into my skin.

"Slower."

He slowed, until each pass took forever.

"Like that. Don't speed up. Higher. At the top."

He circled my clit with the tip of his tongue, light as a feather, and my hands knotted in the sheets.

"Yes. There. Just like that. Keep doing that."

He kept doing that.

He was patient and thorough and wet.

He followed every word I gave him exactly.

I told him to use two fingers and he used them.

I told him to curl them and he did, and found the place that made me see white.

I told him to suck, softly, and my thighs shut around his head.

"Don't stop," I said. "Don't you dare stop."

"Wouldn't dream of it."

"Ben."

"Yes."

"Make me come."

"Yes, ma'am."

I laughed, and the laugh turned into a cry, because his tongue picked up exactly the right rhythm and held it.

My hips rolled against his mouth.

The heat gathered and climbed and I couldn't breathe.

"I'm going to," I said. "I'm going to, I'm going to, oh, fuck, Ben, right there, right there."

I came so hard my vision went.

My whole body clenched around his fingers and I heard myself shout.

I shoved a pillow over my face and shouted into it while he licked me through every last wave.

When I let go of the pillow he looked up at me from between my thighs.

His mouth was shining.

His eyes were dark, and pleased, and very steady.

"Again," I said.

"You're sure?"

"I said again. Slower than before."

He smiled against my thigh.

He took his time, and the second one rolled over me long and soft.

I came with my fingers in his hair and tears running into my ears, and I didn't care.

"Stop," I said, finally, and he stopped, and lay with his cheek on my hip, breathing.

I pulled him up by his shoulders.

I kissed him and tasted myself on his mouth, salt and heat.

His cock lay heavy against my thigh and he had not once reached for it.

"Ben," I said.

"Yes."

"You haven't touched yourself once."

"You didn't say to."

"Then you're going to make me ask for this too."

"Spoken aloud," he said, very quietly.

I looked at him.

Nobody had ever made me ask for anything.

I looked at the ceiling, and I said it.

"I want you inside me."

"Like that?"

"I want your cock inside me. Now. On top of me. I want to look at you."

He moved between my thighs.

I reached down and took him in my hand, hot and hard, silk over iron, and guided the head of him to my entrance.

We both stopped breathing.

"Slow," I said.

He pushed in.

It was thick and deep and I felt every inch, stretching me, filling me until I arched.

"Oh," I said. "Oh, you're big. Oh, fuck."

He stopped when he was all the way in, buried to the root, with his forehead against mine and his whole body shaking.

"Jodi."

"Don't move yet."

"I'm not moving."

I rocked my hips up once, and we both groaned.

"Now move."

He drew back and thrust in, slowly, a long deep stroke, and the headboard tapped the wall.

"Again."

He did it again.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and dug my heels into the small of his back to pull him deeper.

"Harder."

He gave me harder, and the bed began to knock.

"Quiet," I whispered, laughing, and he put his hand over my mouth for one stroke.

I bit his palm, and he made a noise I would hear for a week.

"Don't stop."

"I won't."

"You feel so good."

"So do you. God, Jodi. You're so tight."

"Pillow," I said. "Under my hips."

He grabbed one, and lifted me, and slid it under, and when he pushed back in it was deeper, and angled.

I almost left my body.

"Oh, that. Whatever that is. Stay there."

"Staying."

"Faster."

He sped up, and the sound of us filled the room, wet and slapping.

I lifted my hips to meet him on every stroke.

My heels locked in his back.

His chest dragged across my nipples, and his hand slid between us and found my clit and pressed.

"Tell me when," he said, ragged.

"What?"

"When I can come. I won't until you tell me."

I almost came from that alone.

He was a man drowning in it, holding on by his fingernails, waiting for me.

I had never been waited for in my life.

"Not yet," I said. "Keep going. Just like that. Rub it, harder. Oh. Oh, there."

"Look at me," I said, because I wanted it.

He looked at me.

His eyes were blue-grey and wide open and fixed on mine, and nobody had ever watched me like that while I was being fucked.

"You're beautiful," he said. "You're so beautiful. Say what to do."

"Make me come on your cock."

"Tell me how."

"Just like this. Don't change a thing."

The third one built so fast it frightened me.

It came up through my legs and my spine.

I locked around him and came with his name in my mouth and my nails in his back.

My whole body pulsed around his cock.

"Now," I gasped. "Now, Ben. Come inside me."

He groaned my name into my neck and drove into me, once, twice.

He shook and came in long hot pulses, deep inside, while I held him and rode it out with him.

For a long time neither of us moved.

His weight was warm and heavy on me.

His heart pounded against mine.

"Okay," I said, eventually, into his shoulder.

"Okay?"

"Rule four is amended."

He lifted his head, and in the dark I could see he was grinning.

"Where do I sleep, ma'am?"

"Here," I said. "Next to me. And Ben?"

"Yes?"

"Nobody gets billed for this."

He kissed me, soft, and pulled the sheet up over both of us.

"Nobody's keeping count," he said.

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