24 Hours till Death

"...Because you were sincere." He whispered. "And that's more than I had through most of my life." He gripped her hand a bit tighter, his fingers trembled.

She stared at him with melancholic eyes. Suddenly, all the walls were falling down. As he was forced to reveal his most vulnerable self, she, too, started to lose her composure as she held her breath and a tear slid down her left cheek. "I... I just try to be honest in everything I do." She held his hand back and they locked eyes. Each of them unable to move forward and unable to back away.

"Well..." He brought her hand to his lips and kissed the top of it. "Here's another truth... I'm sorry for the things I said... And, if what I asked is still too much, is it okay if we just cuddle for the night...?"

Speechless, she responded by bringing her hand towards his cheek, caressing his skin before slowly and gently pulling his face closer as she lifted herself on her tiptoes to kiss his lips.

It lingered. Then, froze. Their lips parted as they breathed in. Their eyes opened to see each other's reflection in their partner's eyes, blushing in unison before pushing back against each other. With careful movements, Celeste rested her arms over Eric's shoulders while her breasts pressed against his wet shirt. They felt each other's hearts accelerate with every second. Their fingertips caressing their ways up to each other's neck and hair. Before they had any chance to think twice about it, Eric and Celeste were devouring each other's souls off of their lips and giving it back with every breath.

Celeste was the first one to back away. Feeling goosebumps attack her spine, she begrudgingly pushed herself from him by a few centimeters, breathing heavily and looking down as she felt her cheeks burn and her lips tremble for more.

"I... I'm sorry..." Eric started. "Is there something wrong?"

"What? No! It's just that..." She struggled to find the right words for a second. "You just... Caught me off guard..."

"...Why?"

"...It's hard to explain, it's just that... You changed so much in so little time... It almost feels like you're not the same man that I met at the-" She tried to speak but he shuts her down with another kiss. A deeper and tender kiss, electrifying as they touch and her body is slowly being pushed into the bed.

He knows. Eric doesn't know exactly how much he changed since he first stepped into the brothel, but he certainly doesn't feel the same. He was a stranger inside his own skin, but there was little time for introspective reflection. All thoughts relating to his past and his future were being drowned by the sounds of Celeste's moans as he kissed and licked her neck and his hands moved to her breasts.

"Ahh... Mmmph... Eric, y-you're s-still..." Her slender fingers gripped his shirt, trying to tell him that he was getting her own clothes wet as well, but the passion that boiled beneath the surface of his affections was making her feel lightheaded. "...Are you really not going to... Mmm... Undress?" She managed to let the words leave her lips in the midst of melting moans.

The fingers of one hand delicately run across her hair while the other one trails down from her breasts, feeling her curvaceous form. His erection bulging over his black jeans and pressed against her crotch. An animalistic lust in his eyes shows his intent and, even, his lack of common sense, as he whispered to her. "Indulge me."

Her eyes widened at the words before making their way down to his readied member. She didn't even notice it but her hands were pressed against his shirt, feeling the sensation of his firm abs as his form loomed over her with boiling desire. She smiled seductively as she locked eyes with him again. "Is that an order... Or a request...?" The words were soft and playful as much as curious. A soft temptation to reach out and ask what he liked the most.

However, the little tease backfired. As the words reach Eric's ears, he noticed that, personally, he didn't know what he wanted. This was, after all, his first experience. All he was trying to think was how would the perfect lover act. Suddenly, he felt disconnected from the present again, his mind drifted off to simulations of what to do next: What would be the best course of action? What would happen if he messed up?

Several questions clouded his mind in the second that it took for him to answer. "An order." He tried to sound decisive and filled with confidence, but Celeste saw through it. His voice acting was perfect, but his eyes revealed just enough of his feelings for her to know that he was still thinking about sex as if it was something he was being judged and evaluated in.

Deftly, she trailed her fingertips up his cheek. The warmth of her palm immediately stole his mind back to reality as her wise and patient eyes reflected his gaze. "You don't need to be anything more than you are with me... I am an open book that indulges in the pleasure of pleasure, and, you... You are the embodiment of that right now. Just be you. Be you for me..." And she gently pulled him to another loving kiss.

Melt.

As Eric blinked a few times while looking at Celeste, he felt like a caveman that was stuck inside ice for several centuries and was freed and resurrected by the warms rays of sunlight. The words the escort whispered defied his expectations of what sex was all about.

He tried to say that it was, indeed, still an order. But her words still echoed in his brain. Order... Request... Dominant... Submissive... Did those terms even properly convey who he was? ...Maybe they would eventually, but not right now... Not in this place, not with this woman. So his mouth closed, not a word was needed. Instead, he decided to scrap every plan and let go out of every safety measure, allowing himself to let his body speak for him and, if he made a mistake, it didn't matter. He was determined to let himself go and see where that rabbit hole would take him.

With locked eyes, he took Celeste's hands in his and guided both to the bottom of his shirt, as they pulled it over his head together.

The wet fabric flops to the floor as Celeste takes a moment to admire the young man's body just as he was admiring her's and, soon, was unbuttoning her own shirt and leaning down as they, once again, melt against each other's lips.

She arched into the kiss, shivering from his gentle passion and the sensation of their salivas being mixed. She allowed him to undress her with a smile on her face. Little did he know, the subtle show of intellect from understanding her hints about what she truly wanted was a very desirable trait she had seen in very few men. She wanted to comment on it, praise him, and show to not lose that spark... But, it also appeared that, if she were to utter a single word about that, he'd lose the momentum, so she simply watched as Eric undressed her of her bra, letting her large breast fall free and he was promptly taking his lips to them as one of his hands moved to slowly take her pants off, gradually revealing each tattoo that covered her skin.

She simply watched in delight as he toyed with her body, teasing, savoring, kissing... It was hard to tell how he felt about Celeste at that moment. It almost looked like he was worshiping her breasts, but it also felt like she was slowly becoming his personal plaything... Or prey.

Increasingly needy noises were rolling out of her throat as he seemed to trail painfully close to her erogenous zone but purposefully not getting to them just yet, teasing her to the edges of her sanity. His grip was getting firmer, his nails were already marking her skin... His fingers still trembled a bit with excitement but his touch was unhurried. He wasn't trying to put up a facade of what a perfect lover should be like... He was simply following the pace of which his mind and body were comfortable with following at the moment.

She couldn't help but smile at the gradual increase of loving aggression. "...Ah... Y-you can bite... I don't mind..." She whispered to his ear with a teasing kiss. And, as if paying back the tease, he whispered to her ear. "In due time... I will, my Celeste..." He practically purred as he nibbled her ear lobe, making her eyes roll to the back of her head. Celeste's heart rate jumped as she closed her eyes and felt his fingers slither inside her black lace panties, caressing around her increasingly wet slit. Her toes curled and her nails gripped the back of his skull, torn between being angry for this virgin client's merciless teasing and the sensation of pure ecstasy that her body was slowly being carried towards.

But once Eric brushed his finger across her clit, she immediately arched against the mattress, as if she was hit by an electric current as she resisted the urge to grind against his fingers. "W-wait... I'm... Sensitive so..." She tried to sound collected, but the lust was boiling inside her chest for longer than she was used to.

"I'll be gentle..." He whispered against her open lips as he kissed her again. "...But not too gentle." And he gave a long and lustful lick across the freckles at cheeks before coming down to her neck, kissing and nibbling across her skin while he closed his eyes explored her sex with his fingers. Starting by how he massaged her labia very gently, feeling the area surrounding the wetness, before spreading the lips open and stepping back as he watched the anatomy up close.

Celeste was powerless to do anything but watch Eric study her body, pressing each button of her sex with an infuriating amount of patience. While most men would have just pumped to their heart's contentment at this point, he was still there, pushing her legs open as he seemed to be finding her weak spots one by one, by testing her reactions. With his fingers, then, with kisses at her calf that were being lowered to her thick thighs and around her shaven and aching slit.

Before long, he was pushing a finger inside while licking over her clit. Celeste was stuck staring at the ceiling, knowing that, if she were to look down, she'd lock eyes with Eric. He was paying so much attention to her at that point that it felt uncomfortable as much as it was arousing. It was as if he was taking her apart, dissecting her and seeing how she ticked.

"Ahhhh...! Fu-fuck... Eric... Yessssss... Sooo gooood...!" She moaned his name and felt his heart race through his lips as he kissed her clit. "If... If you bite my clit I'll..." She confessed and he delivered. Before she even finished her sentence, his teeth closed around her pearl, driving her past the limit of her body as her walls started to quake against his fingers. Wetness soaking his mouth, then, she's screaming and cumming with overwhelming pleasure while her thighs pressed around his head for a bit. "Aahhhhhh!!"

As Celeste was trembling against the mattress, he lifted his head up and allowed his eyes to burn that image in his mind for the rest of his life. "Delicious..." He whispered as he licked his lips and started to undo his belt.

Once his cock was being freed from the tight confinement of his jeans, Celeste's eyes went wide. She was still at the high of the orgasmic bliss... "Oh... You're so thick..." She moaned as her trembling fingers hungrily gripped his throbbing length of generous size and meaty girth. "Please... Give it to me, Eric... Please..." She begged as her hips arched to grind against his meat stick, spreading her legs wider, awaiting penetration as if it was oxygen for a drowning soul... Oxygen that he was STILL not giving to her.

He was still observing her attentively. If, when they first met, she was the one to easily read him, now the roles have switched and she was the one being read. He's been teasing her for god knows how long and was still finding more ways to torment her, denying her the pleasure and piling the frustration, increasing the overwhelming tension. She was being crushed between his passion and her own libido and she hated that she was loving every single moment of it.

Meanwhile, as he ground his thick cock against her trembling slit and clit, he felt his sadistic side starting to awaken. Seeing the way that Celeste squirmed beneath him, powerless and vulnerable, caused a tingly sensation running rampant up and down his spine and cock.

His eyes, now burning with palpable lust, stared into hers as he leaned closer and whispered against her ear. "...Beg for it..."

Her eyes widened and she clenched her jaw as her body contorted in the desperate need he was igniting inside her. "P-please... Master... Mmmmph- Daddy..." She whispered breathlessly. "...Fuck me hard... As hard as you want- As hard as you can...!" She was still trying to hump against his cock as her fluids were sliding down her ass, dripping into the bed. "...F-forget the condom just breed right here, right now, pleaseeeeeee-AAAAHH...!" While she was still begging, he already started to push inside her needy slit, not being too rough nor too soft, but was soon stretched until he was entirely inside her, feeling the tip of his dick pushing against her womb and immediately starting to cum around his length.

"Ahhhhh fuckfuckfuckkkkk!!" As if the first scream wasn't loud enough, Eric didn't want to let her come down from her orgasm, and, started to fuck her while her cunt was still squeezing his manhood. He powered through her clenching walls, stretching her up and quickly picking up the pace as he pinned her in the bed, holding her arms above her head as her tits bounced after every thrust, she was soon cumming again, now screaming so loud enough for the entire floor to hear it before he finally kept her voice down with another deep and messy kiss as turned her pussy inside out.

His grip moved from her hands to her ankles, holding her legs up high as he mating-pressed her and she, in return, hugged his body, embracing his relentless passion and kissed him deeply, hungrily begging to be claimed by his lips and by his seed.

The pace of their wild fucking increased, his body tensed while hers relaxed. With her thighs wide open, she started to feel Eric cumming deep inside her unprotected womb, filling her with an unusually large amount of fertile seed. She could take a pill afterward but, as a professional, what she was doing was the last thing recommended, but she couldn't resist it... And as she felt her womb being fed, she quivered, not realizing she was already screaming his name endlessly for everyone near them to hear.

Was this the fourth or fifth orgasm? Celeste couldn't tell... For a moment, she blacked out only to find herself cumming again with Eric's hands around her throat as he fucked her from behind. "Ahhhh fuck yesssss YESSSSSS!!" Was everything she managed to say over and over again as Eric's cum covered cock kept punishing her cunt exactly where she liked it and how she liked it.

"I thought you were about to pass out on me, baby girl..." He whispered breathlessly to her ear, as if the sex wasn't enough to melt her brain already, she could only whimper in return. "What else do you like being done to you...?" He licked his lips before nibbling the back of her neck.

She didn't know how many hours had passed and neither did he. They were both being drowned in a storm of pure lust, unable to feel the passage of time as Eric carried her to more orgasms than she could count. He had already pumped her full of seed for the third time at this point, and, even then, it was not enough, somehow. He wanted more. He couldn't explain why but all he could think about was feeling her spasming around his cock again and again and again... Seeing all the delightful reactions that he could make her make.

"Fuuuuuuuukk C-Celeste... You're soooo... Fucking goooood...!" He bit his lips as he pushed her back against the wall, holding her ass up with his fingers gripping her buns and her legs rested over his shoulders as he fucked her up.

She was still conscious but she could barely form any coherent sentences. Most of what left her lips were lustful moans aside from the occasional... "Mooore...", "Yes...", and "Daddyyyy...".

Once he started to pump her womb full again, she gushed against his cock and screamed his name, cum-drunk by the experience. But, this time, he felt his body beg for mercy. Instantly feeling light-headed and even struggling to keep her up for a second.

Breathless and covered in sweat, he picked up Celeste in his arms and carried her back to bed before flopping down beside her.

He closed his eyes, trying to catch his breath, recover his energy, maybe get some sleep, but he was disturbed by a golden light hitting right over his eyes. He sat back up only to realize that it was the morning sun, piercing the window's blind. It felt like he was dreaming right until the moment where his cellphone made an alarm: "12 hours until death" - It said.

Eric looked at the screen and could understand what each word meant individually but as a formed sentence... Whatever his train of thought was, it got lost as soon as Celeste whimpered to get his attention, looking at him with emerald eyes covered in autumn-colored hair. She kissed his lips and dragged him into the covers with her. His cellphone slipped from his fingers and into the ground. All thoughts could be left for later, so he snuggled up against the escort and they spent the night hugged naked, dirty with the mixture of their fluids, but too tired and satisfied to care.

Twelve hours later, Eric and Celeste were still happily cuddled up, undisturbed, because his cellphone's battery had already died.