all, it has been several weeks. The holidays tend to be busy times for me. I am typically booked solid, which means I can’t hook up with Gina and get a nut off.
It’s just sex with Gina and me. Nothing more
Piper sighs, pulling me out of my thoughts. “I know I’ve said it a lot, but thank you for coming, Matthew. And thank you for being so great tonight. I can tell everyone was really impressed, which is an accomplishment, so congrats!”
I laugh softly. “It’s no problem at all. It’s what I’m supposed to do.” But is it really?
I’ve always loved to impress people. Ever since I can remember, I’ve loved being in the spotlight. I’ve loved proving people wrong—showing them that I am capable of being more than just a pretty face.
People see me and they think of a typical man with a typical, egotistical attitude. But they’re wrong. I think I have strong character, in some ways more so than others.
But being this way, I’ve realized, isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.
I’ve always wanted more, but more seems impossible for me. I say I want to retire, leave this escorting business in the past, but do I really?
Am I actually capable of leaving this behind?
The attention.
The desperate need I see in these women’s eyes.
The way they depend on me like no one else has.
How they drool over the mere sight of me?
“Well, goodnight,” Piper whispers. “We have a long day ahead of us. We usually go to the market for last minute things. Mom takes us every year—me, Bailey and Lena. The twins will most likely tag along. I think she forgets stuff intentionally just so we can spend girl time with her. Dad and Stanley will probably expect you to stay and play darts or pool with them in the basement.”
“Okay. I can do that. Doesn’t sound like too much to handle.”
“That’s not even the half of it. When we get back, everyone decorates the sugar cookies Mom bakes, we put lights on the pine tree in front of the house, and then come back in, drink hot cocoa, and watch the Grinch. After that, Dad drinks himself into oblivion and Mom fusses while sipping her eggnog. It’s funny to watch them bicker sometimes.”
I laugh. “Man. And this is tradition?”
“Yep. Every single damn year.”
“I guess I see how someone can get tired of that after a few years.”
She laughs. “Yeah. After we unwrap gifts on Christmas, everyone kind of just lets go, which is good. Makes it easier to pack my shit and sneak away. We’ll probably be out of here on Christmas night.”
“Sounds like a plan.” Because the sooner I’m done sharing a bed with her, the better off I’ll be.
“Goodnight,” she says sweetly.
“Goodnight, Piper.”
It doesn’t take long for her to fall asleep.
After about fifteen minutes of absolute silence, she turns over and I hear her breathing turn heavy. I know then that she’s out for the night.
My eyes dart up to the vaulted ceiling, my hand slipping beneath my shorts.
My cock is still hard for her.
I fondle my balls, sliding my hand back up to the shaft, circling my tip.
My eyes shut, and for the first time today, I relax. I sink into the pillows, breathing deep, stroking my cock. I pump soft and slow, with my elbow off the mattress, easy enough that she won’t feel it.
Piper groans, and I freeze as she shifts in her sleep. Her hand ends up on my right shoulder, and I have the urge to curse beneath my breath.
Fuck. She’ll definitely feel me jacking off now.
I slide my hand back down, cupping my sack, debating whether I should finish elsewhere. Piper groans again, and to my utter surprise, she speaks.
“Maybe you should go to the bathroom,” she whispers.
My pulse quickens. I swallow thickly, avoiding her gaze. For a moment, I think she’s a sleep talker, but I’m only fooling myself. That’s what I hope for, aside from being swallowed whole by the mattress.
She sits up, looking down at me.
I feel stupid.
So goddamn stupid.
“Do you do this around
It’s just sex with Gina and me. Nothing more
Piper sighs, pulling me out of my thoughts. “I know I’ve said it a lot, but thank you for coming, Matthew. And thank you for being so great tonight. I can tell everyone was really impressed, which is an accomplishment, so congrats!”
I laugh softly. “It’s no problem at all. It’s what I’m supposed to do.” But is it really?
I’ve always loved to impress people. Ever since I can remember, I’ve loved being in the spotlight. I’ve loved proving people wrong—showing them that I am capable of being more than just a pretty face.
People see me and they think of a typical man with a typical, egotistical attitude. But they’re wrong. I think I have strong character, in some ways more so than others.
But being this way, I’ve realized, isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.
I’ve always wanted more, but more seems impossible for me. I say I want to retire, leave this escorting business in the past, but do I really?
Am I actually capable of leaving this behind?
The attention.
The desperate need I see in these women’s eyes.
The way they depend on me like no one else has.
How they drool over the mere sight of me?
“Well, goodnight,” Piper whispers. “We have a long day ahead of us. We usually go to the market for last minute things. Mom takes us every year—me, Bailey and Lena. The twins will most likely tag along. I think she forgets stuff intentionally just so we can spend girl time with her. Dad and Stanley will probably expect you to stay and play darts or pool with them in the basement.”
“Okay. I can do that. Doesn’t sound like too much to handle.”
“That’s not even the half of it. When we get back, everyone decorates the sugar cookies Mom bakes, we put lights on the pine tree in front of the house, and then come back in, drink hot cocoa, and watch the Grinch. After that, Dad drinks himself into oblivion and Mom fusses while sipping her eggnog. It’s funny to watch them bicker sometimes.”
I laugh. “Man. And this is tradition?”
“Yep. Every single damn year.”
“I guess I see how someone can get tired of that after a few years.”
She laughs. “Yeah. After we unwrap gifts on Christmas, everyone kind of just lets go, which is good. Makes it easier to pack my shit and sneak away. We’ll probably be out of here on Christmas night.”
“Sounds like a plan.” Because the sooner I’m done sharing a bed with her, the better off I’ll be.
“Goodnight,” she says sweetly.
“Goodnight, Piper.”
It doesn’t take long for her to fall asleep.
After about fifteen minutes of absolute silence, she turns over and I hear her breathing turn heavy. I know then that she’s out for the night.
My eyes dart up to the vaulted ceiling, my hand slipping beneath my shorts.
My cock is still hard for her.
I fondle my balls, sliding my hand back up to the shaft, circling my tip.
My eyes shut, and for the first time today, I relax. I sink into the pillows, breathing deep, stroking my cock. I pump soft and slow, with my elbow off the mattress, easy enough that she won’t feel it.
Piper groans, and I freeze as she shifts in her sleep. Her hand ends up on my right shoulder, and I have the urge to curse beneath my breath.
Fuck. She’ll definitely feel me jacking off now.
I slide my hand back down, cupping my sack, debating whether I should finish elsewhere. Piper groans again, and to my utter surprise, she speaks.
“Maybe you should go to the bathroom,” she whispers.
My pulse quickens. I swallow thickly, avoiding her gaze. For a moment, I think she’s a sleep talker, but I’m only fooling myself. That’s what I hope for, aside from being swallowed whole by the mattress.
She sits up, looking down at me.
I feel stupid.
So goddamn stupid.
“Do you do this around
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