“No, it’s Jake.” He withdrew the key from his pocket, unlocked the door and pushed it open, then stepped aside as his young visitor entered. She didn’t look around; she’d seen the room before.
“Jake.” She turned in the middle of the room and smiled as she surveyed him from head to toe. “You know your fifty bucks don’t buy you much. You want a blow job, or straight sex?”
Jake laughed then. “How do you know I’m not a peace officer?”
“A cop?” Candy grinned. “I know cops. Half the force comes in here after their shift. You’re different, but you ain’t no cop.”
He nodded as he crossed the room and sat on the foot of the bed. “You’re right about that. I’m different.”
Candy tugged at the hem of her shirt, her head cocked seductively. “For twenty more, I take off my clothes just for you, baby.”
Jake pulled off his boots and dropped them onto the floor. “I’ve got a better idea. How about a wager?”
The young woman straightened and narrowed her eyes. “You tryin’ to tell me you ain’t got no more money?”
He withdrew a hundred from his pocket and dropped it onto the bed. When she reached for it, he covered her hand with his own. “Not so fast there, sweet thing. Don’t you want to hear my proposal?”
“Proposal?”
“For a wager.”
Candy withdrew her hand slowly, then folded her arms across her chest. “I’m listening.”
Jake stretched out on his side, studying the girl. “How long have you been at this?”
“At what?”
“Hooking.”
Candy frowned. “You ain’t some kind of preacher or something, are you? If you think you’re gonna convert me—”
Jake silenced her by raising one hand. “You’ve got me all wrong, sweetheart. I’m definitely not a preacher.”
She waited, her hands now on her hips.
“I’m willing to bet you one hundred dollars that I can bring you to a screaming climax in the next half hour.”
Her eyebrows shot up and then she burst out laughing.
Jake watched her, enjoying her amusement.
“Right,” she said between guffaws. “A screaming climax?”
He nodded.
When she managed to regain control of herself, she dropped down onto the edge of the bed, extending her hand. “You’re on, Jake.”
He took her hand in his, enjoying the warmth. Then he sat up and raised her hand to his lips.
“But you gotta wear a rubber.”
Jake looked into her blue eyes. “Do I?”
Candy nodded. “Safe sex or no sex, that’s how I stay alive.”
“I promise we will run no risk of infecting you with anything.”
Jake rose and drew Candy up to stand in front of him. Watching her face, he ran his palms slowly up her sides, peeling her shirt off over her head.
She stared at him with calm resolve, but goose bumps rose on her skin where he’d touched her. “Your hands are cold,” she said.
“You’ll just have to warm them up for me, darlin’.”
He unsnapped her skirt and pushed it off in the same manner, sliding his palms over her rounded buttocks and down the backs of her thighs. As she stood before him in her high heels, he stepped back to drink in the sight of her.
Her breasts were full and firm, with large, dark areolae. As he studied them, her nipples puckered, and he knew she liked to be watched.
Her waist, narrow with youth, led his gaze down to her partially shaved pubic mound, the line of dark brown hair giving away her true color.
Then there were those legs. Damn, they were long.
“Oh, yeah,” he said, aloud but to himself. “This will be fun.”
Jake stepped closer and eased his hands down from her shoulders to her breasts, memorizing the shape and warmth of them, twisting the nipples playfully before moving on to her waist and then her ass. Nice. He nuzzled her neck to get more of her scent, then pressed his lips to the top of her shoulder. The sound of her heart beating drowned out the hum of the room’s air conditioner, and he let himself enjoy it for a few moments before turning back to the task at hand.
He moved his mouth to hers, covering her lips with his own as he eased one hand into her soft blond hair. His other hand he slid down her back to the smallest point and pulled her gently to him.
Her hands rose to his chest for balance.
He opened her mouth then, and ran his tongue around hers, catching the taste of whiskey and tobacco, as he moved his hand around her hip and eased it between her legs. Her swollen vulva parted for his fingers as he slid them back and forth, hinting at entering her, stirring her juices.
Her hands flattened against his chest.
Jake eased one finger deeper, stroking her clit, and her fingers curled. She drew on his tongue, and he continued to stroke, enjoying the way her hot little bud swelled.
Candy tore her mouth from his. “You said…a screaming climax.”
“Yes, I did,” he said, his mouth near her ear.
Her hips began to rock to the rhythm of his hand, and she gripped the front of his shirt in her fists. “Damn, you’re good,” she said, “but I don’t scream for no man.”
Jake chuckled as he slid his hand out from between her thighs. “Good, darlin’, ’cause I don’t want this to be too easy.”
Candy rubbed against the front of his bulging pants. “Even if I ain’t screaming, you don’t have to stop.”
“Don’t worry, sweet thing, I’m not about to stop.” He reached down with both hands, cradled her ass, and lifted her from the floor.
She wrapped her legs around his hips and her arms around his neck.
Jake carried her to the bed and eased her down as he kissed her. The girl knew how to kiss, and he felt his erection hardening to the point of discomfort. He unbuttoned his pants to relieve some of the pressure, then he withdrew from her.
Her eyes blazed as she looked up at him, partly with passion and partly from whiskey, no doubt.
Jake parted her legs, knelt at the edge of the bed, and kissed the insides of her thighs as he drew her to his mouth.
Her cunt was hot, salty,
