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15.10. Touch My Body - Mariah Carey
Touch my body
Put me on the floor
Wrestle me around
Play with me some more
Touch my body
Throw me on the bed
I just wanna make you feel
Like you never did.
Touch my body
Let me wrap my thighs
All around your waist
Just a little taste
Touch my body
A hotel. Always usually the best option for jobs. The only thing was, Flynn wasn't exactly sure if this was meant to be a job or a favour. Different circumstances, entirely. A favour meant his standard working rules rules probably wouldn't apply, though he would insist on enforcing them if the chick was a horse's ass. According to Tab, she was hot, though. Still, Tab was married and Flynn couldn't bank on her deduction powers being as reliable anymore. For obvious reasons, he wasn't much of a fan of marriage, even if he didn't begrudge others indulging in it.
He was dressed in tight black leather pants and a form-hugging white shirt with a few of the top buttons undone. He liked the jobs that meant he didn't need to get dolled up in a bloody suit. Pushing his fingers through his hair, he knocked on the hotel room door. He had actually insisted on five-stars. He didn't fuck in dives, and he wasn't about to start now. There could be discreet without being seedy. His mind jumped momentarily to Remy, who had been gone for close to a week now without word. Rogue hadn't heard either, so at least that was something. He wet his lips and took a drag on the half-spent cigarette. At the very least, if it was a favour and there was no spark, at least he could be honest about it.
Leila opened the door as she took a bite from a chocolate covered strawberry, covering her mouth as she held the door open with her elbow, and trying to chew quickly. He was hot, that was for sure. And those leather pants... She stared for a long moment, definitely not caring about the way he walked. She still wasn't sure about the favour, cash tucked into the waistband of her own leather pants. Only they were red, and not black. She had on a halter neck top, and no bra. Figuring the leather pants were usually hard enough to get off without throwing in anything too complicated on top. She smiled, her full lips stained red from the strawberry juice. She'd never been high maintenance, not really caring about make-up, or suits, or dressing up fancy. "Hi, sorry. Got a little hungry. I'm Leila." She tilted her head to the side to indicate he should come in. "Hope this is the right kind of five stars for you."
Flynn raised an eyebrow as he sauntered in to the room. "Sure you need me?" he asked, gesturing to the fruit with the cigarette nestled between his fingers. He took in her appearance, though he didn't outwardly react. He probably wouldn't until he knew where they stood, too. He looked around the room, but again, didn't react. He just smirked. "Not bad. Luckily you didn't end up in 213. I have a regular booking there. Petite brunette, likes to bark when she comes."
Leila kicked the door shut behind them and finished the strawberry off before sucking the juice off her fingers while she watched him. Awkward didn't really begin to cover the feeling as she thought about the cash and whether to give it to him now. "Yeah, I'm sure. I am definitely sure. Strawberries only fill so much of that need in the bottom of your gut." Her eyebrows went up and she ducked her head as she tried to hide the grin. "She's a barker? Well, I'm not sure I can really compete with that. I don't exactly have many crazy fetishes if any. I just like getting down and dirty, and having fun. I know you probably get this all the time, but I haven't actually done this before. I know Luke's wife called in a favour for me, but I'm still not sure if you take the money now, or after, or what. And I'm usually a lot better at this, but I'm currently suffering from a bout of nerves."
Flynn tilted his head a little in a brief shrug and stubbed the cigarette out in a nearby crystal ashtray. "She's tame compared to most," he commented, remembering his last client who wanted an encore with the handle of the whip in unusual places. "Why nerves? Do I look like a fuck-bot? I'm all human in here. I fuck just like anybody else. Unless you're a virgin, I'm sure we can find a happy medium." He stepped over to her without warning and kissed her hard, deeply, letting it linger enough to leave her lips tingling before pulling back. "Just leave the cash on the dresser and we'll deal with it later."
"No, just... you know. I get this is your job, but I don't want you to feel obligated to fake anything because you got roped into this. You want out, I'm cool with it." Leila's hands rest lightly on Flynn's hips, and she licked her lips after the kiss, definitely feeling a tingle that seemed to spread throughout her body. "Mm... yeah, okay, no faking. Although, I guess that's why you're the best. No telling the difference." She fished the money out of her waistband and dropped it onto the coffee table, not the dresser, but it would do.
Flynn rested his tongue on the corner of his mouth as his eyes looked over her. "I got a secret for you. Guys can't fake an orgasm. That should help you fill in the gaps. The only thing is, I might not always be thinking about what's between my thighs. In fact, on the job, I very rarely do." He started to slowly unbutton his top, revealing more of his chest. "Guys also can't fake boners, but it takes an expert to be able to keep one when you're not fucking someone of interest. I'm very good at what I do. Are you looking to get fucked or for someone to snuggle and date you?"
Leila tilted her head, her eyes on his chest as she licked her lips again. "You kissed me on the mouth," she said with sudden realisation. "Isn't that a client no-no? And I am definitely looking to get fucked. Snuggling and dating is for my cousins. At least until I find someone that gives me the dating spark." She reached out, her hand running over his chest as she moved in close. The nerves were fading now that she had a clearer idea in her head that this was okay, and he was okay with it. For some reason, rejection from an escort would definitely have stung like a bitch if he hadn't been interested. "You just give me the need to be fucked spark. Preferably thoroughly and repeatedly in the time we got."
Flynn flung his shirt off to the side, eyes still locked with hers. "Revealing my secrets is also a client no-no. You're Luke's cousin. I'm not going to take your money. I just didn't want you fumbling with it when I get you out of those pants," he told her with a smirk. "You will need to lead into something initially, though. I don't just jump in and fuck if I don't know someone. I don't want to stumble into uncharted territories and kill the mood. Let's just start with what's not on the menu. Spanking? Ass play? Oral? Biting? 69'ing? All of the above? Something else?"
Leila smirked in return, rising on her tiptoes just enough to make it easier for her to nip at his collarbone. She pulled back to look at him, her blue eyes darkening. "You're pretty devious, I like that. What do you want to know about me? I need glasses, but most times I wear contacts like now. I'm a photographer, so if I whip out a camera after we fuck to take your picture, it's nothing personal and you can tell me to fuck off. I guess keeping a personal scrap book of the good lays is a fetish of mine. No one ever sees the pictures. As for what's not on the menu, let's just go with barking, toe-sucking, anything that involves riding someone like a pony, and the hardcore bondage. I don't mind being restricted a little, but those creepy as fuck masks and balls in the mouth just isn't my thing. I'm cool with any position, and I do like using my tongue." She grinned, sliding her tongue out so the tip touched her top lip as she winked at him. "It's very talented."
"You don't like balls in your mouth? Shame. One of my favourite things," Flynn told her, still smirking as he started to unbutton his pants at a painfully slow pace, soon revealing that he had no underwear on. And I probably will tell you to fuck off. I don't do postcards. No offense. You can always come back for a return trip any time you feel like it."
"Duly noted. No photos," Leila said, not phased. It probably helped that he was saying it at the same time he was undoing his pants. She reached around to untie the halter top, and tossed the top aside before working on unbuttoning her pants. "I like balls in my mouth just fine. I don't like rubber balls in my mouth," she clarified. "You already encouraging me returning when we haven't even fucked yet? I might be crap, you know. Luke's cousin, or not, I could just look this great, and have no follow through."
Flynn pushed the pants down over his hips. "You might be crap, but I'm not," he said, never one to give a fuck about arrogance. If you got it, you just got it. "And you're not my type. That's not an insult. You don't need to have types to have hot, mind-blowing sex." The pants were shoved to the floor and kicked to the side, leaving him naked. He trailed his fingertips across his chest as he watched her closely. "You told me what you don't want, now tell me what you do want."
"You're not my type either, but I'm not looking a, ah, gift horse in the mouth," she told him with a small smile. She wriggled her hips as she pushed her pants down, taking her underwear with them to leave her just as naked. Leila had a few tattoos, the ink leaving permanent marks on her otherwise smooth, and creamy skin. Her fingers brushed across her stomach as she drank in the sight of his naked body, and let those tingles increase, and pool between her thighs. "Hot floor sex." She closed the gap between them again, her hand skating up the inside of his thigh. She didn't hesitate to wrap her fingers around his length, seeing what the weight of him felt like in her hand. "That okay with you?"
"If I knew you wanted to fuck on the floor, we could have just gotten it on in the lobby, saved the tab," Flynn returned. He hooked his hand around her thigh and pulled her leg up to his hip and leaned in against her, holding both their weight with ease. He dipped his head and trailed the tip of his tongue across her collarbone towards her jaw. "Unless you're not into public fucking," he added as an afterthought, sliding his hand between her legs to map her wet, hot folds with his fingers.
"I got nothing against public fucking, and maybe we should have, but like I said - if we got the time, I wouldn't mind getting fucked repeatedly. Which means using the sofa, doing it against the window, doing it in the shower, doing it on the bed, doing it anywhere and everywhere. I don't need long, and slow. I'll save that for the ones that give me snuggle vibes." Her hand gripped his shoulder, her head falling back with a soft moan as her eyes slipped closed briefly and her body gave a shudder of encouragement. "Mm..."
Flynn slipped a finger deep inside her, aiming directly for her g-spot while his thumb started to work her clit in small, sharp circles. "I'll make you a deal. I'll make you have three orgasms in less than five minutes the first time, and we can fuck anywhere you like, in any position, for the rest of the night," he bargained, his dark eyes locked on her face. He teased his lips across hers so they were barely touching and then his tongue followed the same trail.
Leila lifted her head back up, meeting his gaze as her lips parted with a silent gasp. Her fingers dug into his skin as she squeezed her inner muscles around his fingers and tilted her hips forward. She still had her hand around his cock and gave it a firm stroke. "Deal, Mr Hunter. Come on it?"
"If you insist," Flynn said with a smirk as his fingers were suddenly gone from within her. He held her against me and sent them tumbling to the floor, making sure he had enough of a hold on her so she didn't hurt herself. He kissed her again, his tongue drawing herself into his mouth as he pushed her legs roughly apart. He pulled back, smirking indulgently at her as he licked her lips and then started to kiss a went trail down her body, one hand going to her breast to pinch her nipple and send a bolt of pain through her to match the pleasure. "And just so you know, I can be anyone's type," he purred and his mouth reached it's destination between her thighs.
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15.10. Touch My Body - Mariah Carey
Touch my body
Put me on the floor
Wrestle me around
Play with me some more
Touch my body
Throw me on the bed
I just wanna make you feel
Like you never did.
Touch my body
Let me wrap my thighs
All around your waist
Just a little taste
Touch my body
A hotel. Always usually the best option for jobs. The only thing was, Flynn wasn't exactly sure if this was meant to be a job or a favour. Different circumstances, entirely. A favour meant his standard working rules rules probably wouldn't apply, though he would insist on enforcing them if the chick was a horse's ass. According to Tab, she was hot, though. Still, Tab was married and Flynn couldn't bank on her deduction powers being as reliable anymore. For obvious reasons, he wasn't much of a fan of marriage, even if he didn't begrudge others indulging in it.
He was dressed in tight black leather pants and a form-hugging white shirt with a few of the top buttons undone. He liked the jobs that meant he didn't need to get dolled up in a bloody suit. Pushing his fingers through his hair, he knocked on the hotel room door. He had actually insisted on five-stars. He didn't fuck in dives, and he wasn't about to start now. There could be discreet without being seedy. His mind jumped momentarily to Remy, who had been gone for close to a week now without word. Rogue hadn't heard either, so at least that was something. He wet his lips and took a drag on the half-spent cigarette. At the very least, if it was a favour and there was no spark, at least he could be honest about it.
Leila opened the door as she took a bite from a chocolate covered strawberry, covering her mouth as she held the door open with her elbow, and trying to chew quickly. He was hot, that was for sure. And those leather pants... She stared for a long moment, definitely not caring about the way he walked. She still wasn't sure about the favour, cash tucked into the waistband of her own leather pants. Only they were red, and not black. She had on a halter neck top, and no bra. Figuring the leather pants were usually hard enough to get off without throwing in anything too complicated on top. She smiled, her full lips stained red from the strawberry juice. She'd never been high maintenance, not really caring about make-up, or suits, or dressing up fancy. "Hi, sorry. Got a little hungry. I'm Leila." She tilted her head to the side to indicate he should come in. "Hope this is the right kind of five stars for you."
Flynn raised an eyebrow as he sauntered in to the room. "Sure you need me?" he asked, gesturing to the fruit with the cigarette nestled between his fingers. He took in her appearance, though he didn't outwardly react. He probably wouldn't until he knew where they stood, too. He looked around the room, but again, didn't react. He just smirked. "Not bad. Luckily you didn't end up in 213. I have a regular booking there. Petite brunette, likes to bark when she comes."
Leila kicked the door shut behind them and finished the strawberry off before sucking the juice off her fingers while she watched him. Awkward didn't really begin to cover the feeling as she thought about the cash and whether to give it to him now. "Yeah, I'm sure. I am definitely sure. Strawberries only fill so much of that need in the bottom of your gut." Her eyebrows went up and she ducked her head as she tried to hide the grin. "She's a barker? Well, I'm not sure I can really compete with that. I don't exactly have many crazy fetishes if any. I just like getting down and dirty, and having fun. I know you probably get this all the time, but I haven't actually done this before. I know Luke's wife called in a favour for me, but I'm still not sure if you take the money now, or after, or what. And I'm usually a lot better at this, but I'm currently suffering from a bout of nerves."
Flynn tilted his head a little in a brief shrug and stubbed the cigarette out in a nearby crystal ashtray. "She's tame compared to most," he commented, remembering his last client who wanted an encore with the handle of the whip in unusual places. "Why nerves? Do I look like a fuck-bot? I'm all human in here. I fuck just like anybody else. Unless you're a virgin, I'm sure we can find a happy medium." He stepped over to her without warning and kissed her hard, deeply, letting it linger enough to leave her lips tingling before pulling back. "Just leave the cash on the dresser and we'll deal with it later."
"No, just... you know. I get this is your job, but I don't want you to feel obligated to fake anything because you got roped into this. You want out, I'm cool with it." Leila's hands rest lightly on Flynn's hips, and she licked her lips after the kiss, definitely feeling a tingle that seemed to spread throughout her body. "Mm... yeah, okay, no faking. Although, I guess that's why you're the best. No telling the difference." She fished the money out of her waistband and dropped it onto the coffee table, not the dresser, but it would do.
Flynn rested his tongue on the corner of his mouth as his eyes looked over her. "I got a secret for you. Guys can't fake an orgasm. That should help you fill in the gaps. The only thing is, I might not always be thinking about what's between my thighs. In fact, on the job, I very rarely do." He started to slowly unbutton his top, revealing more of his chest. "Guys also can't fake boners, but it takes an expert to be able to keep one when you're not fucking someone of interest. I'm very good at what I do. Are you looking to get fucked or for someone to snuggle and date you?"
Leila tilted her head, her eyes on his chest as she licked her lips again. "You kissed me on the mouth," she said with sudden realisation. "Isn't that a client no-no? And I am definitely looking to get fucked. Snuggling and dating is for my cousins. At least until I find someone that gives me the dating spark." She reached out, her hand running over his chest as she moved in close. The nerves were fading now that she had a clearer idea in her head that this was okay, and he was okay with it. For some reason, rejection from an escort would definitely have stung like a bitch if he hadn't been interested. "You just give me the need to be fucked spark. Preferably thoroughly and repeatedly in the time we got."
Flynn flung his shirt off to the side, eyes still locked with hers. "Revealing my secrets is also a client no-no. You're Luke's cousin. I'm not going to take your money. I just didn't want you fumbling with it when I get you out of those pants," he told her with a smirk. "You will need to lead into something initially, though. I don't just jump in and fuck if I don't know someone. I don't want to stumble into uncharted territories and kill the mood. Let's just start with what's not on the menu. Spanking? Ass play? Oral? Biting? 69'ing? All of the above? Something else?"
Leila smirked in return, rising on her tiptoes just enough to make it easier for her to nip at his collarbone. She pulled back to look at him, her blue eyes darkening. "You're pretty devious, I like that. What do you want to know about me? I need glasses, but most times I wear contacts like now. I'm a photographer, so if I whip out a camera after we fuck to take your picture, it's nothing personal and you can tell me to fuck off. I guess keeping a personal scrap book of the good lays is a fetish of mine. No one ever sees the pictures. As for what's not on the menu, let's just go with barking, toe-sucking, anything that involves riding someone like a pony, and the hardcore bondage. I don't mind being restricted a little, but those creepy as fuck masks and balls in the mouth just isn't my thing. I'm cool with any position, and I do like using my tongue." She grinned, sliding her tongue out so the tip touched her top lip as she winked at him. "It's very talented."
"You don't like balls in your mouth? Shame. One of my favourite things," Flynn told her, still smirking as he started to unbutton his pants at a painfully slow pace, soon revealing that he had no underwear on. And I probably will tell you to fuck off. I don't do postcards. No offense. You can always come back for a return trip any time you feel like it."
"Duly noted. No photos," Leila said, not phased. It probably helped that he was saying it at the same time he was undoing his pants. She reached around to untie the halter top, and tossed the top aside before working on unbuttoning her pants. "I like balls in my mouth just fine. I don't like rubber balls in my mouth," she clarified. "You already encouraging me returning when we haven't even fucked yet? I might be crap, you know. Luke's cousin, or not, I could just look this great, and have no follow through."
Flynn pushed the pants down over his hips. "You might be crap, but I'm not," he said, never one to give a fuck about arrogance. If you got it, you just got it. "And you're not my type. That's not an insult. You don't need to have types to have hot, mind-blowing sex." The pants were shoved to the floor and kicked to the side, leaving him naked. He trailed his fingertips across his chest as he watched her closely. "You told me what you don't want, now tell me what you do want."
"You're not my type either, but I'm not looking a, ah, gift horse in the mouth," she told him with a small smile. She wriggled her hips as she pushed her pants down, taking her underwear with them to leave her just as naked. Leila had a few tattoos, the ink leaving permanent marks on her otherwise smooth, and creamy skin. Her fingers brushed across her stomach as she drank in the sight of his naked body, and let those tingles increase, and pool between her thighs. "Hot floor sex." She closed the gap between them again, her hand skating up the inside of his thigh. She didn't hesitate to wrap her fingers around his length, seeing what the weight of him felt like in her hand. "That okay with you?"
"If I knew you wanted to fuck on the floor, we could have just gotten it on in the lobby, saved the tab," Flynn returned. He hooked his hand around her thigh and pulled her leg up to his hip and leaned in against her, holding both their weight with ease. He dipped his head and trailed the tip of his tongue across her collarbone towards her jaw. "Unless you're not into public fucking," he added as an afterthought, sliding his hand between her legs to map her wet, hot folds with his fingers.
"I got nothing against public fucking, and maybe we should have, but like I said - if we got the time, I wouldn't mind getting fucked repeatedly. Which means using the sofa, doing it against the window, doing it in the shower, doing it on the bed, doing it anywhere and everywhere. I don't need long, and slow. I'll save that for the ones that give me snuggle vibes." Her hand gripped his shoulder, her head falling back with a soft moan as her eyes slipped closed briefly and her body gave a shudder of encouragement. "Mm..."
Flynn slipped a finger deep inside her, aiming directly for her g-spot while his thumb started to work her clit in small, sharp circles. "I'll make you a deal. I'll make you have three orgasms in less than five minutes the first time, and we can fuck anywhere you like, in any position, for the rest of the night," he bargained, his dark eyes locked on her face. He teased his lips across hers so they were barely touching and then his tongue followed the same trail.
Leila lifted her head back up, meeting his gaze as her lips parted with a silent gasp. Her fingers dug into his skin as she squeezed her inner muscles around his fingers and tilted her hips forward. She still had her hand around his cock and gave it a firm stroke. "Deal, Mr Hunter. Come on it?"
"If you insist," Flynn said with a smirk as his fingers were suddenly gone from within her. He held her against me and sent them tumbling to the floor, making sure he had enough of a hold on her so she didn't hurt herself. He kissed her again, his tongue drawing herself into his mouth as he pushed her legs roughly apart. He pulled back, smirking indulgently at her as he licked her lips and then started to kiss a went trail down her body, one hand going to her breast to pinch her nipple and send a bolt of pain through her to match the pleasure. "And just so you know, I can be anyone's type," he purred and his mouth reached it's destination between her thighs.
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