Free Love Will by Lori L. Otto

I feel the warmth of her hand inching farther up my leg. “Let’s go in one of these back rooms. I’ll make it quick.”
    “Make what quick?” I ask her, leaning into her as the question comes out.
    “I saw your show,” she says. “You were amazing.”
    “Thank you.”
    “No, thank you . I just wanted to show my appreciation.” She shakes her head demurely. “That’s all.”
    I don’t particularly want to leave the comfort of the couch, but Jaff’s peering eyes are making it distinctly uncomfortable. “Show me that back room.”
    She takes my hand and leads the way, bypassing two doors before entering one on her left. There’s a wide, comfy massage table that’s reclined into a somewhat seated position. “Climb on up,” she says.
    “What’s your name?”
    “Lola.”
    Sounds like a stripper name… or worse. Suddenly I realize what a bad idea this is. In fact, how did I get into this room at all?
    “Lola, have you ever been paid for sex?” She raises both brows at me. “If I offend you with the question, I’m sorry. It’s sort of standard protocol for me. I like to know who I’m messing around with. I was tested about four months ago. Clean results. And I’m really choosy about the women I’m with,” I admit to her. “You should know who you’re messing around with, too.”
    She cracks a smile. “Thank you for that,” she says. “No, I’ve never been paid for sex. I don’t intend for you to pay me for this tonight. I’m here on my own volition. I asked for Jaff to bring me here. I’ve never done anything like this before, but there’s something about you that made me want to do something nice for you. Maybe it was the look of desperation in your eyes. Maybe it was the hard-on you kept trying to hide with your guitar on stage. Maybe it was the lyrics in that song you wrote. I’m not sure… a part of me thinks you put subliminal messages in your show, and that’s why I’m here,” she says, making me laugh. “And a part of me just thinks you’re incredibly sexy and I like to do nice things for sexy, lonely boys sometimes.”
    “How do you know I’m lonely?”
    “I listened to the lyrics. Damon gave you credit for the song… I assume those words came from somewhere.” She touches the area over my heart and climbs onto the table in between my legs. “Maybe here.”
    I put my hand on her chin and pull her lips to mine, sighing through the first kiss I’ve had in more than six weeks. That hard-on she mentioned is back with a vengeance now.
    “I can’t have sex with you,” I tell her. “I wo–”
    “Will,” she says, putting her finger over my lips. “I heard the song. I know you’re waiting for something more. I get it. I respect it. But guys have needs–even ones trying to be good. This’ll take the edge off.” She unbuttons the fly on my jeans. God. Freedom . I hoist myself up to let her remove my jeans, and then my boxers. Fuck, this must be what it feels like to break out of jail. I feel so liberated right now, watching Lola as she positions her head between my legs. I take off my shirt, feeling heat spreading over my body already. After tossing the tee across the room, I gather her blonde hair in one hand and hold it behind her head so I can see her better. So I can see the moment she takes me into her mouth.
    “Oh, fuuuuuck.” I swear, the girl must have a forked tongue, the way she’s handling me. It would kind of explain her devilish activities, too, but I don’t really care. Her hands caress me gently; her fingertips drag at just the right second. I normally have to talk girls through it, but not Lola. She’s got this task mastered. Every time she makes the tiniest adjustment with her tongue or teeth, or the way she draws me in, or hums with her mouth around me, my stomach tightens just a little more. The currents start to build tumultuously. She even has the pace down to where I don’t have to guide her. I’m still fisting her hair with one hand,