Forbidden Cravings
Chapter 70: A New Client

Chapter 70: A New Client

The bedroom was a soft haze of morning light. I was still on my knees behind Aeri, my chest pressed against her back, my breath ragged as I groaned, "Ahh... huhhh..." My dick was buried deep inside her pussy, pulsing as I’d just released everything, the heat of it mixing with her warmth.

Her body trembled under me, her skin sweat and slippery.

"Ahhh... ahhh... huff..." Aeri moaned, her face half-buried in the pillow, her voice muffled and shaky, like she was still coming down from the high.

Her dark hair on the neck, messy and wild, and her hands clutched the sheets, knuckles pale from gripping so hard.

I leaned forward, kissing her shoulder, soft and slow, tasting the salt on her skin.

"That was so good, Aeri," I said, my voice low, almost a whisper, as I slid my dick gently in and out, feeling the wet afterglow, savoring every second of her around me. The bed creaked faintly, the air thick with the smell of us, and I couldn’t stop smiling, my hands resting on her hips, thumbs brushing her curves of ass.

"Ahhmm... umm..." she mumbled, not really answering, just letting out little sounds, her body still pressed back against me, like she was too caught up to form words.

"Hey," I said, kissing her shoulder again, my lips lingering, "can we do another rou—"

Before I could finish, her hand shot up, pressing against my lips, shutting me up. She twisted her head, her eyes flashing with mock anger, though her blush gave her away.

"That’s enough for today," she said, sitting up, pulling herself free of me with a little huff. "I have to go now, Ezra." Her voice was firm, but there was a softness to it, like she was fighting a smile.

I leaned back on my heels, grinning.

"Sighh, okay," I said, scratching the back of my head. "I was just showing you I could seriously be with you twenty-four seven, hehe." I winked, teasing, watching her roll her eyes as she slid off the bed, her naked body catching the light for a second before she grabbed her dress from the floor.

"Hmph, idiot," she shot back, sticking out her tongue with a quick "Bleh!" before turning to the door.

She pulled it open and stepped out, shutting it behind her with a soft thud.

I laughed, low and warm. "Hehehe... cute woman," I said to myself, flopping back onto the bed, my body sinking into the mattress. My muscles ached hard.

"All I’ve been doing is sex since yesterday..." I muttered, staring up at the ceiling, my voice trailing off. "I’m tired as hell now..."

I turned my head, my cheek pressing into the pillow, and caught sight of the window. Outside, on the ledge, two sparrows sat close, their tiny heads bent together, brushing each other’s feathers with a kind of quiet care that felt... pure.

They chirped softly, one nuzzling the other, and I just watched, my chest tightening. A thought crept in, slow and heavy, as I lay there, still catching my breath:

When can I love Aeri like that? Just her, just us, somewhere far from all this noise, living for each other, simple and real.

The room was quiet now, just the faint rustle of the curtains and the distant hum of the city waking up. My hand rested on my chest, feeling my heartbeat slow, and I closed my eyes, picturing it—Aeri and me, somewhere new, where nothing could pull us apart. The sparrows kept chirping, and for a moment, it felt like they were singing just for me, like they knew exactly what I was dreaming of.

The bedroom was a quiet haven, the morning light now softened to a gentle glow, slipping through the half-drawn curtains. I lay sprawled across the bed, naked except for the bedsheet tangled loosely around my waist, my body heavy with exhaustion. The mattress hugged me, soft and warm, the faint smell of Aeri’s skin still lingering on the sheets.

My muscles ached, my mind foggy from everything—yesterday, last night, this morning. I’d been lying there for at least an hour, drifting in and out of a lazy haze, the world outside feeling far away.

The sparrows on the window ledge were gone now, their chirps replaced by the distant hum of cars and the occasional shout from the street below.

Then a sharp *bzzz* broke the silence, my phone vibrating somewhere above my head on the pillow.

"Umm!?" I groaned, fumbling blindly until my fingers closed around it. I squinted at the screen, the name *Jonathan* glowing bright, cutting through my sleepy fog.

With a sigh, I swiped to answer, my voice thick and sluggish. "H-hey... hi..."

"Ezra, where are you?" Jonathan’s voice came through, sharp and impatient.

"Home..." I muttered, yawning so wide my jaw cracked. I rubbed a hand over my face, trying to shake off the weight pinning me to the bed.

"Good. Now get your ass over here fast," he said. "You’ve got a client to attend."

"Ohh...!?" My brain lagged, the words barely registering. I blinked at the ceiling, still half-asleep, the phone slipping a little in my grip.

"Yes!" he snapped, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Now come on, Ezra, move it."

"Yes, yes, I’m coming. Sighh..." I said, rubbing my eyes hard, forcing myself to sit up. The bedsheet slid off, cool air hitting my skin, and I shivered, my body protesting every move.

"Okay, cool," Jonathan said, his voice softening just a fraction. "They’ll be here early today, so you better not be late, man." Before I could respond, the line went dead with a *beep*, and I let the phone drop onto the mattress beside me.

"They..?" I muttered in a flowing thought then I flopped back onto the bed.

"I need a holiday," I muttered to myself, my voice barely a whisper, lost in the quiet of the room.

My eyes drifted to the window again, the empty ledge where the sparrows had been, and I pictured myself somewhere else—somewhere with no clients, no buzzing phones, just Aeri and me, free to lie in bed all day if we wanted. But the real world wasn’t waiting. I dragged a hand through my hair, forcing myself to swing my legs over the side of the bed, the hardwood floor cold under my feet.

Time to get moving, whether I liked it or not.

Lunch with Aeri had been a slice of heaven, her laughter and blushing cheeks lingering in my mind like a song I couldn’t shake. After we’d cleaned up the plates, I’d said goodbye to her, promising to be back soon, and headed out for work.

The afternoon air was warm, the city buzzing with people as I walked toward the brothel, my hands stuffed in my pockets, my black t-shirt and jeans blending into the crowd. All I could think about was Aeri—how she’d scrunched her nose when I teased her, the way her eyes sparkled when she smiled, the soft way she’d said my name.

"Hehehe, she’s the sweetest woman on the planet," I muttered to myself, a goofy grin spreading across my face. A couple of passersby shot me weird looks, an older lady whispering something to her friend as they hurried past, probably thinking I was some creep giggling to himself.

*Ahem.* I straightened up, clearing my throat, my smile fading as reality crept in. *Get it together, Ezra,* I thought, my jaw tightening.

*You’ve gotta earn enough to quit this job. Then you can marry her, give her everything she deserves.* The idea of a life with Aeri—simple, happy, away from all this—felt like a fire in my chest, pushing me forward.

By the time I reached the brothel, the sky had turned a deep orange, the evening settling in at 6 p.m. The building loomed ahead, its plain exterior hiding the chaos inside, the neon sign above the door flickering faintly. I took a breath, steadying myself, and pushed open the big steel door with a soft *chime* that echoed in the entrance hall.

The air inside was heavy with perfume and cigarette smoke, the dim lights casting long shadows across the polished floor.

The waitresses in tight bunny suits stood near the entrance, their smiles bright.

"Welcome, Ezra," one of them said,

"Hey, good evening," I said back, my tone serious, trying to keep things professional. I nodded at the other girl, who winked at me, "Where’s Jonathan?"

Lila pointed a thumb toward the back. "Down in the cellar. He’s with some clients, I think."

"Thanks," I said, giving them a quick nod before heading that way.

I pushed through a heavy curtain to the narrow hallway leading to the cellar, the air cooler as I descended the creaky stairs. The cellar was quieter, more private, with liqour shelfs everywhere.

I spotted Jonathan, his loud laugh cutting through the hum of conversation. He was shaking hands with two girls in tight, sparkly dresses—one red, one silver—both of them giggling, their voices high and flirty.

The red-dress girl leaned in close, whispering something that made Jonathan grin, while the silver-dress girl tossed her hair, her earrings catching the light.

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