Page 13 of Switch

Touching him definitely feels different from how I touch myself, which makes me curious.I want to pull it out and get a good look.

I’m not stupid, though.What we’re doing now could result in a warning or a fine if we’re caught, but visible exposure of body parts would likely lead to both of us being arrested.

“Hey.Look at me.”While I keep my left hand pressed against him, I use the right to touch his cheek.I want to see his face.I want to know what I’m doing to him.

He looks crazed.His breathing is short and harsh, making his stomach flex against my arm.He seems as high as I feel, and it’s the kind of high no needle or pill could ever give.

“Kiss me.”

He does.God help me, I feel powerful.Like a god or a wizard.An immortal fucking wizard.

With sex magic powers.Is that a thing?

I’m hungry and greedy, consuming every breath, every moan, every gasp.Every whisper of “please,” and “oh God,” and “I’m so close.I’m so fucking close.”

When his hips stutter and his body shakes, I’m torn between needing to see his face and needing to have my mouth on him.In the end, my greed has me drinking in the sight of him, his eyes squeezed shut and his neck muscles tight.

He reaches with shaking fingers up to my throat.Rough and messy, he rips my collar open.I’m still wondering what for when he lets out a frustrated sound.

Then he fucking bites me.

Teeth sink deep into my flesh like he’s starving and I’m a juicy piece of fruit.Like he’s claiming something.I hardly even recognize the moan I make as my own.

Jesus.Fuck.I didn’t realize I had a thing for that until right now.

A second later, his head goes back, and he shudders against me as his orgasm hits.I put my weight against him to hold him up, before swallowing down the keening moans of his orgasm.I’m claiming them for myself.Nobody else gets to hear.

“Holy shit.”He’s trembling as he comes down.I keep myself pressed against him.His legs must be jelly right now.“I can’t believe I did that.I’ve never done that before.”

“Me neither.”Though I’m not sure we mean the same thing right now.

“That was…” He doesn’t finish.I don’t need him to.

“Yeah,” I breathe.“It was.”

“That’s… Wow.”He’s still panting.Still shaky.

My kisses turn softer.Wherever I touch him, he shivers.I like that the most.

The back of my neck tingles.I glance around, swearing I can feel eyes on us.Probably the energy of the crowd, and my horny dick.

“Hey.Take a breath.That was intense,” I say.

“I feel like I should apologize.I didn’t mean to attack you like that.”He seems steadier now, after a few deep breaths.

“Don’t do that.”Since he’s suddenly avoiding my gaze, I put my hand to his cheek and guide him to look at me.“That was fucking awesome.Don’t apologize.”

I don’t know what the fuck all that was, but I’ll sure as hell take another.

He nudges his leg between mine.“You didn’t come.”

No, but it was a near thing.Frankly, a stiff wind could push me over the edge.I try to tell myself it’s because I’m an escort, and the pleasure of the client is always the highest priority.

The truth, though?“I had too much fun making you lose your mind.”

He licks his lips.“And if I wanted to return the favor?”

The way he’s looking at me with those hooded lids, the way he’s holding on to me, I’d agree to give him anything.