Betrayals

Jarrod paused at the door to the large, non-descript house on the edge of the city. Only a week until the railroad’s deadline and he still hadn’t made any headway with getting the governor or the Supreme Court of California to declare the land grab illegal or unconstitutional. Jarrod knew he had swayed a few of the movers and shakers in the state capitol to his side, but it wasn’t enough, not yet anyway. Frustrated and discouraged, the young lawyer couldn’t sit in his hotel room any longer that evening and had wandered out in search of an outlet for the frustration that continued to build.

His wandering footsteps had brought him to this house, a place his father had taken him not long before the arguments that resulted in Jarrod’s leaving home against his father’s wishes to pursue his career in law. As a young man of seventeen, Jarrod had been surprised and excited when he found out where they were going, the thrill of anticipation overshadowing the disquiet that his father, supposedly happily married to his mother, was familiar with such a place. He’d pushed aside the uneasiness he felt when Tom disappeared upstairs with one of the ladies who worked at the establishment, losing himself in the delights and forbidden pleasures his inexperienced but eager body was initiated into by the woman whose services had been contracted for the very purpose.

Jarrod clenched his fist, anger again building at the man he’d looked up to for all those years. He’d known; he’d been there when his father went to lie with a woman not his wife and in the past had tried not to dwell on it, telling himself his father was a man; listening to his father's words that a man had needs a woman couldn’t always understand. Now Jarrod knew it was all just a lie to preserve his father’s standing in his son’s trusting eyes.

At that moment, Jarrod made a vow that he would never turn away from responsibility if he discovered one of his liaisons ended up producing a child and that he would never betray his vows and seek out another woman when he eventually married.

Jarrod took a deep breath and pushed open the door, a small bell tinkling to announce his arrival. A breathtakingly beautiful woman came into the foyer and smiled sensually when she saw who was at her door.

“Why, Jarrod Barkley, it’s been too long,” she gushed.

Jarrod removed his hat. “Hello, Heather,” he greeted as the stately redhead clasped his hands warmly and returned the kiss she bestowed on his cheek.

“Let me take your hat,” she offered and placed it on the hall table. She took Jarrod’s arm and slipped her hand into the crook of his elbow, guiding him through an open doorway and into a well-appointed parlour.

“So, what can I do for my favorite lawyer tonight?” Heather asked as she poured a measure of brandy and handed it to him.

“Now, Heather,” Jarrod chided with a smile, “I think you know my tastes almost as well as I do.”

The sultry redhead laughed, a rich hearty sound. “I believe I do, but one never knows when a man might want to try something a little different. But I think I have just what you’re looking for. There’s a new girl who started working here a couple weeks ago and from what I’ve been told, she gets high marks for her eagerness and enthusiasm. Just your type, I would say.”

Jarrod lifted his glass in a salute and with a rakish wink, told her, “As I said, Heather, you know my tastes.”

Heather gave him a brilliant smile. “I’ll go make sure Ruthie’s ready. I’m assuming you’ll keep her occupied the entire night?”

“As long as she can keep up,” Jarrod confirmed, a devilish smile on his lips.

Heather just shook her head in amusement, knowing what it was like to keep up with Jarrod Barkley. “Make yourself comfortable, Jarrod, and I’ll be right back.”

It wasn’t long before Heather returned to escort him up the red-carpeted staircase, down a well-appointed hall. Jarrod could hear muffled sounds of pleasure coming from behind most of the closed doors and his groin tightened in anticipation.

Heather stopped in front of one of the doors. “Have a good time,” she said and made her graceful way back down the hall.

Jarrod rapped lightly on the door before entering the room, never forgetting the manners taught since childhood. The lamps were low and Jarrod’s gaze travelled directly to the bed and the voluptuous woman reclining there. Her hair shone a honey-gold in the lamplight and she was clad in a gown of amber silk, the gown consisting of not much more than a corset and skirt barely long enough to cover the tops of her thighs. Jarrod felt his flesh harden as he slowly strolled over to the side of the bed, eyes devouring the creamy bosom pushed up over the top of her décolletage, roving to the trim waist and generous hips that led to a pair of soft, shapely legs.

“What’s your pleasure, handsome?” she asked in a soft, lilting voice.

Jarrod unbuckled his belt and unfastened his pants, freeing his straining erection and smiling when her eyes widened at the size of it. “Tonight, you,” he told her in his sultry baritone, blue eyes darkening with desire as he quickly shed his clothes and straddled her inviting thighs. Jarrod wasted no time unhooking the corset, exposing a pair of luscious breasts. He took one in each hand, tweaking and pinching the rosy tips as he leaned forward to take her lips in an ardent kiss. “I hope to be your pleasure tonight as well.”

“Mmmm,” she moaned as his talented fingers caused her nipples to harden, “I’m sure you will.”

Jarrod’s lips left hers to trail light kisses across the line of her jaw, nipping and sucking at her neck and collarbone. “Ruthie, I believe Heather called you?”

“Mmm hmm,” Ruthie breathed, running her hands over the firm muscles of his back and reaching down to squeeze his well-toned ass.

“Well, Ruthie,” Jarrod said as his lips reached one of her taut peaks, “I know you’re being paid to pleasure me, but it wouldn’t be as much of a pleasure if you weren’t enjoying yourself too. So as long as you’re willing to do whatever I ask of you,” he bit lightly, making her gasp, “I’m perfectly willing to do what you ask of me.”

“I think I can agree to that,” Ruthie whispered and Jarrod came up to claim her lips again.

“Good.” Jarrod knelt between her legs, pulling her skirt off to expose the nest of hair at the top of her thighs, and, finding her already wet, grasped his shaft firmly and impaled her with a single thrust, causing Ruthie to gasp in shock. “We’ll have all night to take our time,” he informed her as he withdrew only to plunge into her again, “but first…” Jarrod closed his eyes as he grabbed the iron rails of the headboard, using them for leverage as he fucked the blonde whore like a man possessed, keeping half a thought on his partner to make sure her cries and moans weren’t ones of pain, but most of his awareness was on the carnal pleasure building in his body.

Ruthie wrapped her legs around him and Jarrod felt the burn begin at the base of his balls and drove into her harder, wave after wave of euphoria overtaking him as he spurted his seed deep within her. Breathing hard, Jarrod collapsed on top of her as he slowly came back to himself. He lifted up onto his forearms and gave Ruthie’s luscious lips a long, languorous kiss, the blonde breathing hard herself.

“Now,” Jarrod murmured as his lips travelled down her neck and chest, “I have another idea, if you have no objections.” His mouth continued its downward progress, pausing to taste her navel as his arms slipped under her thighs, lifting and spreading them as he eyed the moist petals that unfolded before him. Leaning forward, his tongue sought and found the small nub nestled there.

“You don’t have to…” Ruthie gasped as he took it between his lips and sucked gently.

“I suppose I could stop if you want,” Jarrod teased huskily and Ruthie just responded by lacing her fingers in his dark hair. Jarrod’s tongue darted down to her warm opening, dipping in and tasting the cum that seeped out, relishing the juices that were a mixture of his and hers. He reached a hand up and grabbed a full breast, kneading and fondling as he thrust his tongue inside her over and over. No, he didn’t have to do this, most girls of Ruthie’s profession were used to giving satisfaction to their customers and not receiving any themselves. But even though he would pay her handsomely for her services, Jarrod wanted and needed the pleasures of sex to be mutual. Besides, he thought wickedly as pushed harder, raking her pleasure spot lightly with his teeth, it gave him an opportunity to recover so he’d be ready to go again almost immediately.

Sure enough, as Ruthie’s moans grew louder and she gripped his hair more tightly, her hips pushing against his mouth in the throes of her climax, Jarrod’s manhood swelled again, ready for a second round. He kept his lips pressed against her, licking her sensitive flesh gently as her orgasm subsided.

“Oh, god,” Ruthie moaned, “that was the most incredible…”

Jarrod moved back up to sit beside her, using one hand to brush the sweat soaked hair off her face, while the other moved down to stroke his needy length.

“Well, I aim to please,” he said, a sensual smile on his lips. “But I wouldn’t mind some of the same myself, whenever you’re ready.”

“Give me a minute?” Ruthie pleaded, her breath still coming deep and fast.

“Of course, darling,” Jarrod assured her, and leaned back against the pillows, working his swollen phallus slowly and firmly, needing some stimulation while he waited.

Taking a last deep breath, Ruthie rolled over and paused at the sight of Jarrod pleasuring himself, smiling. “I think that's what you're paying me for,” she told him, taking Jarrod’s hand and placing it over his head. She straddled his thighs and as she swallowed his erection, working it with her lips and tongue, Jarrod relaxed back against the pillows.

“I want something more, baby,” he murmured, thoroughly enjoying the attention being lavished on his cock, but wanting to be taken to ultimate heights. He moved his legs out from under her, bending his knees to open himself up. He took Ruthie’s hand and guided it to the crack between his cheeks. “Put your fingers in me.”

Ruthie obliged, wetting her fingers with saliva before inserting first one, then another finger into his tight hole. She brushed against his prostate, a flash of pleasure travelling from deep inside Jarrod’s ass to his penis. Jarrod’s hands gripped the sheets tightly to stop himself from thrusting before he choked her as she worked her fingers in and out, teasing his hard gland. Her mouth glided along his shaft, sucking and licking in time to the motion of her fingers.

“Oh, god, baby,” Jarrod moaned, overwhelmed by sensation. His awareness was focused solely between his legs as his world exploded, his hips arching up as stream after stream of hot ejaculate spewed down Ruthie’s throat. She continued to stroke him inside and Jarrod’s body shuddered with every touch until he finally collapsed. Ruthie let him go and slipped up, leaning across his chest to lightly kiss his lips.

“I take it that’s what you were after?” she asked provocatively. Jarrod wrapped his arms around her tightly and kissed her hard and deep.

“For starters,” he told her, blue eyes smoldering. Heather was right; Ruthie’s eagerness and enthusiasm did get high marks and as Jarrod rolled back on top of her, continuing to plunder her mouth with tongue and lips, he knew he’d arrive at tomorrow’s meeting as refreshed and relaxed as he could possibly be.