The Real Sugarbaby of Melbourne

Previously on the Real Sugarbaby of Melbourne...

"Tell me this is my ass baby!"

"Jack Underwood, I'll be shooting you today."

"You're stunning Whitney."

As quickly as he had drawn closer to me, Jack pulled away at the last second. My skin where his fingers had gently caressed felt like it was on fire, yearning for his masculine touch once more.

"I'm sorry Whitney I shouldn't have done that," Jack said.

He began rummaging around with his equipment like he was looking for something even though I was pretty sure he already had everything he needed.

"That wasn't very professional of me," he continued.

"It's fine, Jack."

Jack's head whipped up, the bun on his head swaying slightly, and he offered me a charming half-smile.

It was comforting to know that I wasn't the only one feeling this palpable sexual tension between us. While I wasn't free to date or fuck others outside of Randy, that didn't mean I never looked at anyone. But I had never been so drawn to someone as much as I was to Jack.

The rest of the shoot went off without a hitch. While I never got completely naked, I was in some very small outfits in very compromising positions, and I could see how my poses were getting to Jack, and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't purposely trying to provoke him once again so he could touch me tenderly again.

"You're a natural," Jack said as he began packing his equipment away.

I zipped my suitcase up and began wheeling it behind me as I approached him. Jack looked down at me, his eyes scrunching up with his bright smile.

"It was very nice to meet you, Whitney."

He held his hand out for me for a friendly handshake. I accepted it and shook it, but then pulled him in for a hug. I closed my eyes and inhaled that sweet, musky scent of his, and almost felt intoxicated off him.

Jack wrapped his big arms around me and held me closely to him. I placed my hands on his chest and pushed away, looking up at his sparkling hazel eyes.

"Whitney..." he whispered.

I chose not to respond. Instead I looked at him silently, pleading him to cross that line he almost crossed only hours ago. His face slowly drew closer to mine until he was almost an eyelash away from me.

My heart was pounding in my chest and it felt like my head was spinning. I was always the most obedient Sugarbaby to Randy and never dared break any of the rules he had set out for me. I smiled when prompted; I waved to the paparazzi when he indicated that I should; I got down on my knees for him when he asked; and I bent over the couch when he needed a release.

But now I was centimeters away from breaking the biggest rule he had given me, and the thought of kissing this insanely attractive man was driving me wild.

"Whitney, I can't..." he breathed.

I placed my hands on the side of his strong jawline and brought his head closer, crashing my lips against his. I felt his hesitation against my lips, but soon his mouth parted and he thrusted his tongue against mine as he accepted my passionate embrace.

Jack pinned me up against the wall as our kisses grew hungrier and more urgent. I snaked my arms around his neck and jumped up, wrapping my legs around his waist. He placed his hands underneath my ass and gave it a good squeeze.

"Fuck I wanted to do this ever since I saw you..." he whispered.

My mouth led a trail down of kisses across his jawline and down his neck where I began to suck and gently nibble on his skin. He let out a groan of pleasure before I brought my mouth back on top of his, pushing my tongue between his lips once again.

I grabbed at the hem of Jack's shirt and began pulling it up. I wanted to see every inch of this man's perfect body, and I wanted it pressed up against mine. This action must've brought attention to what we were doing, however, and I soon felt Jack pull away from me and gently place me back down on the ground.

"Whitney, we shouldn't be doing this," he put up as a last defence. "You're with Randy Myers, and you're a paying client. I can't be doing this."

Before he pulled his shirt back down, I caught a glimpse off a well-defined six pack set of abs with a colourful tattoo of some sort sitting on the left side of his waist.

"I will email you the link to these photos once they're done and you can let me know which ones you want touched up and printed out." Jack had returned to the professional photographer version of himself apparently.

"Sure."

I was upset that our passionate embrace had ended so swiftly and now it looked as if he was pretending it didn't happen. But I also felt like I was floating on a cloud of air with no hope of ever coming back down as I realised the gravity of what just happened.

"It was nice meeting you, Jack," I said simply.

"I have never felt so attracted to someone like this before, Rachel," I said on the phone to my best friend.

Rachel and I had been best friends ever since we were 10-years-old. While the thought of this secret getting out and ruining my livelihood did cross my mind, I trusted Rachel with my entire life, and it didn't take long for me to tell her about Jack.

"You know how I feel about your relationship with Randy," Rachel said sternly. "I don't think it's fair he keeps you held up in there with little freedoms, while he's allowed to go out and fuck whoever he wants. So I'm all for this Jack guy. Just be careful."

"I know, I know. I don't even know if I'm going to see Jack again, like if this is going to be an ongoing thing... but I sure hope I will."

After a long conversation with my old friend, I hung up the phone and noticed the time. My Sugarbaby duties were finally calling.

It was late in the evening by the time I had walked into Randy's bedroom to check in on him. I made sure to take an extra long shower and scrub as much soap into my body to get rid of Jack's lingering and intoxicating scent that seemed to follow me for the rest of that day.

"How are you going Randy?" I asked him.

Of course, he was sitting at his study table on his computer and didn't bother to look up at the sound of his name. He was sitting shirtless in a pair of red flannel pyjama pants and was drumming his fingertips on the table.

"Busy, busy," he replied.

Knowing exactly what I had to do, I sauntered over to him and grabbed onto the fabric of his pants. Without a word, he shifted his hips up so I could pull them all the way down to the floor. His cock was already semi-hard by the time I went down on it, making sure to slurp and gag on his cock just how he liked it.

"Fuck," Randy let out a deep growl.

I was an expert at taking Randy's 7-inches down my throat by now. I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock and slowly went down on his length until my tongue caressed his balls. I felt his hand grab the back of my head so he could hold me there.

I came up for air and shimmied out of my shorts, my cock springing up happily upon being let out. I straddled Randy's lap and began lowering myself onto him, my hand gripping onto his dick to guide him into me.

"Fuck, baby," I moaned.

Randy slipped right inside of me and I began bouncing up and down, grinding my hips in the process. I leaned down and kissed Randy, holding his head in my hands. His tongue whipped against mine as the sounds of our fucking echoed around his large, extravagant bedroom.

"I needed this," Randy whispered.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and placed my head next to mine so I could let my hips do the talking.

I closed my eyes, and pictured Jack underneath me, his hands placed firmly on my hips as he fucked his love into me. I imagined grabbing onto his hair so I could pull his head back and lick the sweet sweat off his neck as our bodies collided and became one. I heard Jack's voice call out, announcing that he was about to climax, and felt his sweet manjuice enter me as he reached his peak.

"Fuck!" I barely just started jerking myself off at the thought of fucking Jack before I came, shooting load after load onto Randy's chest.

Next time on the Real Sugarbaby of Melbourne...

"Whitney? What are you doing here?"

"I need you, Jack."

"This feels so good, Whitney."