by Alex Wolf
“I need to take this.” I step off to the side and answer the call. “Hello.”
“Where the hell are you? I’ve been trying to call you all afternoon.”
“Um… I’m at a game.”
“Baseball?” He sounds super pissed off. “I’m not fucking paying you to go to ballgames with Decker.”
I clench my fist and suck in a breath as Decker shoots his brows up at me. I pray he doesn’t hear the way Weston is talking to me through the phone.
“Listen, Weston. We’re a week ahead of schedule.”
“I don’t give a fuck.”
Decker definitely hears that part as it booms through my phone. “Let me talk to him.” Decker reaches for my phone, but I step away so he’s out of earshot.
“I have something I need to talk to you about on Monday.”
“Oh, the BankIt lawsuit? Yeah, I would’ve expected to hear it from the attorney responsible for reviewing conflicts of interest.”
Shit!
“I’m handling it.”
“I fucking hope so.” He hangs up.
I should take Weston chewing my ass out as a sign to put a stop to this flirtation brewing with Decker, but I don’t. It makes me more determined to see where this leads. I always do what’s right and I’m never selfish, but today I’m damn sure going to be.
Decker stands in front of me. “You’ve been working your ass off. Ignore him.”
“I’ve been dealing with Weston for years. I’ll be fine. I can fight my own battles.” My chest heaves and Decker pulls me in close.
“I know you can.” His mouth crashes down on mine, stealing my breath away. We kiss and the rest of the world melts away. In his arms I forget why I’m in Chicago and focus on kissing him back. As our tongues dance, his cock hardens against my stomach.
He pulls away. “Let’s get out of here.”
Decker whisks me toward a cab, and I feel drunk on this man. As soon as I slide into the seat, he’s next to me firing off the address to my hotel to the driver.
“Why my hotel?”
He leans in close and moves my hair away from my ear. “Because, sweetheart, I’m going to peel this red dress off and do everything I said on the phone the other night.”
My heart pounds in my chest and his hand moves to my upper thigh. His tongue darts out and licks the shell of my ear and his lips move to my throat.
Decker’s other hand caresses my jaw, his thumb rubbing over my mouth. I suck his finger between my lips knowing what it does to him… painting the image he’s been thinking about of me going down on my knees for him. If we had the privacy here, I’d unzip his pants and give him a preview.
Sliding his fingers further up my thigh, he teases at the apex where my pelvis and leg meets. “I know this pussy is wet for me.” His voice is pure gravel.
We both know we’re about to cross a line we can’t come back from.
Arriving at the hotel, the ride up the elevator is torturous. All I want is to get him alone and hold him to his promise. I can already feel the wetness on my thighs. Decker stands behind me, his erection pressing against the center of my backside.
We get to my door and he shoves me up against it before I can unlock it. “This is coming off.” He fingers the strap of my dress and I nod in response. “Where’s your key?”
I dig around in my clutch for the plastic card frustrated with every second separating fantasy from reality. A bolt retracts, the door swings open, and I start to kick off my shoes when he shakes his head. “I want those on and this off.” He moves to unzip my dress as the door sucks shut behind us.
My dress falls to my feet leaving me in my strapless red lace bra and matching panties.
“Fucking Christ.” The way Decker stares at my body heats me up in ways I couldn’t have imagined before now.
He starts unbuttoning his shirt.
I move toward him and grab a pillow off the sofa. I drop it down on the floor. “You. Couch. Now.” I smirk and go down on my knees to the pillow.
Decker grins at me with those blue eyes hungry with desire. He does what I tell him but still manages to look powerful and in control as if he’s amused. He sinks down on the sofa and spreads his legs apart.
I unzip his pants, eager to get my mouth on him and hear him moan. I grip his thick length over his boxer briefs and flutter my lashes, toying with him as I rub my fingers along his shaft. His eyes burn into mine.
The head of his cock pokes through the slit of his boxers and I kiss the tip.
He groans and fists my hair, giving it a gentle tug. “Put it in your mouth, Tate.”
I flick my tongue out and swirl it around the crown, teasing him, drawing the process out in leisurely strokes and kisses. His grip tightens in my hair, so hard his knuckles dig against my scalp, and I smile to myself, loving the effect I have on him.
I give in and free him from the constraints of his boxers getting an eyeful of how thick he is.
Right when I’m about to take him in my mouth, his damn cell phone rings.
A sigh escapes his parted lips as his head drops back against the cushions in frustration.
I fall back on my calves while he digs the mood killer out of his pocket.
One glance at the screen and his entire demeanor changes. “I’m sorry. I have to take this.”
“Decker Collins.” He listens for a moment and his face pales. He flies up off the couch so fast he nearly barrels right over me. “I’ll be right there.”
His hands are a blur, furiously tucking everything back in his pants, then he zips them up. “I’m so sorry. I hate to do this right now, but I have to go. It’s a family emergency.”
“I understand.” I move to grab my dress. “I can come with you.” I clutch the thin material to my chest.
“No!” He snaps at me, harsher than he’s ever been.
I flinch at the unexpected tone of his voice.
He rakes his fingers through his hair and takes a ragged breath, then holds a hand out at me. “I’m just—I’m sorry, Tate. I didn’t mean it to come out like that. You just can’t.”
I do my best to keep my composure. I’ve never heard him speak to me like that. It’s one thing when he’s being a prick or sarcastic. This was more. It was pure—I don’t even know the right word for it. It wasn’t anger. It was just a tone that suggested it wasn’t up for discussion or debate, at all. Whatever it was, it socked me in my chest and knocked me speechless.
“I’ll call you as soon as I can.” The door slams shut with his departure and I’m not sure how I feel about what just transpired.
Tate
It’s been days and I haven’t heard from Decker. I tried to text him to make sure he was okay and never got a response. I did my best not to take it personally, but we had this wonderful date and things were going perfect. I thought maybe it was leading to something, but perhaps I was just caught up in the moment. It’s past ten and he hasn’t been in the office all morning. I’m not sure if something is really wrong or if he’s avoiding me.
There’s one thing I do know. I’m not putting any more effort in with a guy who clearly doesn’t have his shit together. I’m a little surprised Weston is getting into bed with someone who seems so all over the damn place. I lied to my boss and feel shitty about it. I told Weston we were at the game with potential clients when I finally called him back. It wasn’t a complete fib. There were clients there. I put my ass on the line and for what? A little tonsil hockey and phone sex? I nearly snap my pen in half.
My line buzzes. It’s Quinn. “I wanted to let you know Mr. Collins is in.”
“Thank you.”
I take my lunch in my office, trying to give Decker an opportunity to come to me, but so far, he hasn’t shown his face. I’m pissed off and hurt. It’s a bad combination for him. I guess I had him all wrong. I’ve had enough waiting and decide to say screw it. I close down my computer and strut down the hall.
I walk in and stare him down with my hands planted on my hips. He looks u
p from some paperwork and his mouth opens then shuts. I tap my foot as my anger reaches the boiling point. “Well?”
“Tate… this can’t happen. And we aren’t having this conversation right now.”
“The hell we aren’t.”
“Lower your voice.” He stands up and moves past me to shut the door.
The second it closes, I whirl around and start in on him. “What was that the other night? Where have you been? You couldn’t even shoot me a courtesy text to say oh hey I’m alive don’t worry? You said you’d call.” I fold my arms over my chest.
“You were worried about me?” His gaze softens a little at my words.
It’s an unexpected reaction, but I pinch my brows together. “I actually do have some business to discuss with you, but that’s beside the point. I know you feel the same way, so quit fucking around.”
“Don’t do this to me right now. Just don’t push this, please.” He leans against the door.
“You’re not getting off easy this time, Collins. Tell me right now. What. Do. You. Want. From. Me?”
“Fine. You know what I want?” He takes a step toward me with wild eyes. It’s kind of hot and primal.
My pulse hammers and my breaths become shallow. “No, but I’m kind of digging you being all hot and pissed off. It makes me want to find out.”
“Is that so?” He reaches behind him and locks the door after closing the blinds.
I nod, desperate for him to make a move. He’s so close and the sexual tension radiating from his body is off the charts intense. Christ, when this man starts brooding my legs turn to Jello and my brain to mush.
He crosses the room and yanks me into his heaving chest. No more words pass between us. His mouth comes down hard on mine and it’s game over. Everything fades away—where we are, all my thoughts, the BankIt lawsuit. His mouth is on mine and there’s no way I could stop it, even if I wanted to.
Pawing at my skirt, he shoves it up my hips. He backs me over to his desk, and tugs my panties down to my ankles. A tingling sensation radiates from my clit, traverses my body, and threatens to blast out of my limbs.
I kick my panties off and sit on the edge of his desk. Decker drops to his knees and buries his face between my thighs, licking and sucking everywhere but where I need him the most. He teases me, licking all around my legs at the edge of my pussy, but never making contact. Every nerve ending in my body fires at once and I’m already on the cusp of the greatest orgasm of my life.
I grip the edge of the desk as his facial scruff rubs my inner thigh. Threading my fingers through his dark hair, I give it a yank bringing his mouth closer to my pussy.
When he slides two fingers inside me, my head tilts back and I damn near lose it right there. Decker owns my body. I’m completely lost to him. His mouth hums on my clit while his fingers make a come here motion inside me, hitting all the right spots in rapid succession. In and out, his fingers glide into my tight center. I’m a ticking time bomb as he hits me in delicious strokes that have me near the edge of orgasmic bliss. I throw my head back once more, panting. Decker works my pussy better than any man ever has. That’s for damn sure.
My muscles clench, tightening my legs around his face. I’m two seconds from coming all over his mouth.
Decker pulls back and I try to yank at his hair, drag his mouth back to me. It’s no use. My limbs are puddles already, and he’s too strong.
Decker smirks. “Oh no, sweetheart. The first time you come for me, it’ll be on my cock.”
I don’t hate it quite so much this time when he calls me sweetheart. In fact, it’s kind of hot.
“Is that so?”
Decker’s brooding stare bores into me. He undoes his belt and unzips his pants. “You’re goddamn right.”
I’m not one to take orders in life or the bedroom, but fuck if I wouldn’t follow Decker Collins off the edge of a cliff right now. He’s so intense and commanding. Veins bulge on his neck and I can’t help but notice the urgency with which he got his pants undone, like he couldn’t live if he wasn’t inside me as soon as possible. Even with his disheveled dress shirt on I can tell he has the body of a Greek god. He’s nothing but corded muscle and rough sinew. Veins snake down his forearms as his pants and briefs hit the floor.
His cock springs free and wobbles in front of me before he fists it in his hand. Sweet lord, he’s even thicker than I remembered from the hotel room.
My legs hook around his waist and I yank him closer to me.
He stares down at my pussy and slides the head of his cock back and forth over my clit.
I squirm and paw at the desk because it’s damn near too much to handle all at once.
Decker smirks, knowing he’s in total control of the situation, and slaps the head of his cock on top of my clit.
“Shit, Decker.” My hands grip the edge of the desk even tighter.
“I love the way you say my name when you want me inside you.”
Oh. My. God.
Decker glances around the room and I wonder what the fuck he’s waiting for.
“You on the pill?”
I nod, emphatically. I’m tired of waiting.
“Good. I got checked out. I’m clean. I can show you…”
“Shut up and fuck me.”
His lips curve up into a devilish grin. He hooks an arm around one of my legs and keeps me spread open as he slides the tip of his cock into my entrance. “Fuck.” That’s the only word that comes from his beautiful mouth as he fills my pussy. His eyes roll back slightly toward the ceiling, then fall back on me. The intense stare returns, and he leans down and moves his other hand to the back of my neck, angling my eyes up to him.
Pure possession washes over his face as he heats me to a million degrees on the inside with nothing but his stare. “This pussy is mine.”
And you’re done for, Tate.
There’s something about the way his fingers dig into my skin, the way he looks at me, the way he moves—Decker Collins owns me and he damn well knows it.
I try to think of something sarcastic to say, something defiant, that will piss him off and make him take me to places I’ve never been before, but every thought in my mind vanishes as he pushes himself in and out of me.
His thighs slap against my ass, and I let out a whimper. Decker clamps a hand over my mouth and I bite his finger as he thrusts inside me. It wasn’t meant to be sexual. I literally needed some reprieve from the intense feeling of his cock filling me to the brim. He’s rock-solid and stretches me from the inside in the best possible way.
“Fuck, this pussy is tight.”
God, his filthy mouth has me coming undone all over again. If he so much as brushes a finger over my clit, I’ll combust.
I have to do something. Something to take my mind off what’s happening, or I might just pass out. What’s that trick they say guys do to make them last longer? Think about car engines or their grandma? Instead, my body instinctively tries to piss Decker Collins off, so he’ll pound into me even harder. “Shut up and fuck me, Collins. You talk too much.”
A sly grin spreads across his arrogant face, and his hands grip the tops of my thighs, holding me in place. He stares down where we’re connected, and his hands spread me farther apart, so he can watch his cock going in and out of me.
I don’t know why, but it’s hot as all hell. My heartbeat redlines, higher than I thought possible, and all the intense nerve firings in my body amplify by a thousand.
The two of us move together in perfect harmony. His hips speed up, until smacking sounds of wet flesh on flesh echo through the room.
His lips meet mine and our tongues intertwine, then he presses his forehead to mine so that our mouths are inches apart. I feel his labored breaths on my mouth, and I hear every little grunt that parts his lips.
Through his rough pants he says, “Can you taste your pussy on my mouth, Tate?”
Jesus, this man.
“Fuck, Decker.” It’s all I can think to say. My brain has passed the p
oint of being able to have a meaningful conversation. And the way he said my name at the end of his question—it sends my pending orgasm front and center in my mind.
I dig my fingernails into his forearms like I’m holding on for dear life. “I’m so close.”
“Me too.” He grunts out his response as his hips go to warp speed. My head bounces back and forth and everything blurs at the force of his hips crashing into me.
The stems of my heels dig into the top of his ass, cutting into him with every thrust. He picks up the pace and I reach between us to circle my clit. My whole body quakes the second my finger hits my sensitive bundle of nerves, and the orgasm rolls through me in huge, uncontrolled waves. My thighs quiver and I gasp. My hands reach out, grasping for anything I can grab hold of. Fuzzy stars firework in front of my eyes and nothing but pure pleasure rips through my veins. Finally, my pussy clamps down on his cock.
It elicits a loud groan from deep in Decker’s throat.
Right when I think the orgasm subsides, and my mind returns to a state of normalcy, Decker grunts—loud. It’s primal and raw, like a caveman. He shoves his cock so far into me I think he hits places no man has ever been.
“Fuck… Tate…” His dick jerks inside me, and he lets loose.
I stare up at his face, trying to log every reaction in my long-term memory. Every groan, every wrinkle that forms as every muscle in his body contracts. Hot jets of come shoot into my pussy and it streams out the sides of his cock and runs down my inner thighs.
He convulses a few more times, until he’s emptied himself, then slowly a satisfied smile spreads across his face. I can only imagine the ridiculous, cheesy grin I must be wearing as well. I’ll never tell Decker Collins this, but it was by far the best sex I’ve ever had in my life. It wasn’t even sex, it was an experience.
I’ve never even come close to coming that hard, not even at home with B.O.B.
Placing a gentle kiss on my lips, Decker slides his cock out of me, and I immediately miss the connection. Tiny beads of sweat roll down from his forehead when he pulls back.
