Make it Reighn (A Threads Inc. Saga Book 1)

by R. J. Castille

  “Hello, Mr. Abrams,” she held her small hand out toward me, waiting for me to acknowledge her greeting. I took her hand in mine and raised her knuckles to my lips. Planting a soft kiss on her hand, I looked up at her with glazed eyes. She laughed at my gesture and her smile was big enough to brighten the entire room. I looked at her with lustful intentions as I regarded her, drinking in her curves and imagining what goodies lay beneath the thin fabric of her dress. It didn’t leave much to the imagination but that was no matter, my intention was to help her out of it as quickly as possible.

  “Wanna get out of here?” I asked pointedly. I didn’t even bother with the usual pleasantries or with introductions. The woman clearly knew who I was already. She also knew what she wanted and at that moment, it was me. Who was I to deny her? After all, I was Reighn Abrams. I was the reason for many young girls got cramped hands at night as they hid under the covers and masturbated to my image. Who wouldn’t want me? Jessica Goldstein. My mind mocked me as I reached out and grabbed the redhead’s arm in my hand and pulled her toward the exit.

  We barely made it inside the elevator before I was all over her. My hands tearing away at her tight dress, pulling the hem up so I could reach between her legs and cup her hot sex. She spread her thighs wider for me as I pushed her panties to the side and plunged my finger inside her. Her folds were already soaking wet, as I leaned in and bit down on her neck and trailed small bites down to her collar bone. Her head rolled to the side, a sigh escaping her lips as my finger worked its magic. My thumb found her clit and pressed down firmly, rubbing it roughly as I fucked her with my fingers. She dug her fingers into my shoulders, kneading them with her hands as I continued to pleasure her.

  I reached over to the panel on the elevator and hit the button to stop the car. It jolted and halted between floors. My hand returned and found her large breast, pulling it roughly from the top of her dress. Her breaths came in rapid succession as her legs began to tremble. I felt her pussy clamp down on my fingers when she came, and I quickened the pace, encouraging her to ride my hand. She pushed with her hips as I thrust inside her several more times. I reached down with my other hand and freed my hard cock from the front of my pants. Teasing her opening for a second, I pushed inside her in one thrust. She moaned loudly and lifted her legs up, wrapping them around my waist. Using her legs, she slid herself up and down my shaft, her hands pulling hard on my shoulders. She came again, her juices flowing down the front of her pants as I pushed deep inside her a few more times before pulling myself free and stroking my cock with my hand. My seed spilled onto the floor of the elevator as my hips thrust involuntarily forward with each stroke of my hand. I leaned my head up against the wall of the elevator and lowered her to the floor while I attempted to regain my composure.

  “I’m Lacie, by the way. It’s a pleasure to meet you,” we both laughed as I pressed the button to release the elevator to continue down its path. She busied herself with straightening out the mess I had made of her dress. It was pulled up to her waist and down below her breasts, exposing nearly every inch of flesh. Doing the best, she could with what she had to work with, Lacie put herself back together in a hurry. She was smoothing down the back of her hair by the time the car came to a stop and the doors slid open. On the other side, we met the stare of several people waiting to board the car and ride it up. Thankfully Lacie had done a fabulous job at putting away her goodies just in time for the door to reveal what was behind door number one. Excusing ourselves, we quickly made our way through the crowd and toward the building’s exit.

  My car of course, waited patiently at the curb for me. The driver knew me better than I thought and had not bothered to park the car, knowing I would not be hanging around much longer than to hear Regina Schultz’s annual speech and find a tasty morsel to go. He smiled as we approached and opened the door wide for us. I slid inside and pulled Lacie after me. As her foot cleared the doorway, he closed the door securely behind us and walked quickly around the front of the car to the driver’s side. The car lurched and moved away from the curb, but I barely noticed. I was scrolling through the contacts on my phone searching for her name.

  When I found it, my heart skipped several beats in excitement. I ignored Lacie’s bored stare for the time being and pressed the contact. Holding the phone up to my ear, I heard it ring several times before the familiar click reached my ear and the call was connected. She said nothing at first, clearly waiting for me to announce the reason I had broken the promise I made to her a year ago and called her cell phone directly.

  “I am so sorry to call you like this, Sandra, but I need to talk to her. I can’t just leave it the way things ended, that would just not be right. Can you please, just give me her number and I swear, I will never bother you again,” I waited forever, the scenery passing quickly by as my driver skillfully traversed the surface streets, avoiding the freeway altogether. Finally, after an eternity, I heard her sigh loudly on the other end.

  “Fine, Reighn. But, I can’t give you her number, that would be wrong, that is her personal information. What I can do, is give her your heartfelt message and you can hope that she eventually calls you,” she stopped speaking and waited for me to say something before continuing. I acknowledged her idea and agreed that would have to suffice. When she disconnected the call, I still felt like things had not been resolved, resulting in an uneasy feeling that sat like a stone in the pit of my stomach. It was no matter, I was sure I would have the opportunity to win Ms. Goldstein over in the end.

  Instead of continuing to brood, my attention turned quickly back to the hot number that I had scored for the evening. Lacie sat next to me, her creamy things contrasting nicely against the dark leather interior of my limousine. She leaned against me a little harder, her breast brushing up against my arm and causing my cock to jump inside my pants once again. It was hard to tame the beast. Once I unleashed that side of me, I would continue until I had my fill, no matter the consequences. Placing my hand firmly on her upper thigh, I stroked her soft skin with my thumb. It was velvet to the touch and reminded me of how good her tight pussy felt when I fingered her in the elevator. I wanted to have a taste of her, and soon. It was becoming increasingly difficult to wait until we were safely at my condo to ignore the urges that continued to churn deep inside me.

  By the time we reached my place, I was a tight ball of nerves. I had to get Lacie upstairs and naked pronto so that my mind would stop racing. Images of Jessica Goldstein turning her back on me and stalking off in the opposite direction plagued my thoughts as I opened the door and exited the limo, my female companion close behind me. Pushing the door open, I exited the limo, pulling Lacie behind me. We crossed the lobby of my building toward the elevators. I nodded in acknowledgement of the handful of staff members we came across before ducking inside and pressing the button that would carry us to my floor. The doors slid closed and we were on our way.

  I kept my hands to myself on that trip but did notice when I looked up, that I could see right down Ms. Lacie’s top if I looked up at the shiny, reflective surface of the ceiling. That was a total game changer and would definitely come in handy later. For the time being, I stared at Lacie’s bountiful chest, the mounds stretching her dress to its maximum capacity. Part of me wanted to tell her, it was rather amusing, and I felt she would have a good laugh with me when she saw it. The other side of me felt like she knew exactly what could be seen and what couldn’t. She seemed to be that kind of girl and to her it was clearly all a matter of strategy.

  The elevator came to a stop and the doors slid open. We exited and turned to make our way down the corridor. When it came to a dead-end and formed a T shape, the hallway continuing in either direction, I stopped and put my key in the lock of the door in front of us. Turning the knob, I pushed the door in and gestured for Lacie to enter my domain. Once inside, the low lighting caused by a single lamp in the middle of the living area, I was ready to make my move again.

  I ushered Lacie over to th
e couch and indicated she should have a seat. She lowered herself slowly onto the cushion, her eyes never leaving mine. There was a hunger deep inside those pools of bright blue, despite our escapades in the elevator at Threads. Lacie was surely going to give me a run for my money and I was up to the challenge. Still irritated by being left wanting at the hands of Jessica Goldstein, I forced the image of her turning her back on me and walking away from my advances and concentrated on the matter at hand.

  Lacie leaned back and eased her thighs apart enough for me to get another glimpse of her pink mound. That’s all it took. My cock was hard and ready to burst out of my pants, so I reached up and unzipped my fly, freeing my hard length. I pushed my pants down around my ankles and stepped carefully out of each leg. Kicking them to the side, I hastily unbuttoned my shirt and discarded that as quickly as I had my pants. Lacie followed suit and pulled her tiny dress up and over her head, her large breasts popping out triumphantly before settling back down. Reaching down, I took them in my hands and kneaded them roughly, soft moans escaping Lacie’s lips as I thumbed her nipples and pinched one between my fingers. Her velvet skin yielded nicely to my touch as my hands ran down her sides and cupped her hips.

  Lowering myself to my knees in front of her, Lacie kicked off her heels and pulled her legs up, spreading her thighs wide and putting herself on display for me. She reached up and licked two fingers before lowering her hand slowly between her legs and brushing her already aroused sex with her fingers. Using a circular motion, she teased her clit and pulled her lips open, the dark, pink core already soaking with anticipation. I watched as she plunged two fingers from her other hand deep inside her opening and reared her hips up to meet her own thrust. Several moments passed as I watched her show, absently stroking my hard shaft as she continued to pleasure herself.

  Suddenly, I bent forward at the waist, resting my forearms on the couch cushions as I circled each thigh with my arms. Pulling her down to the edge of the couch, I forced her thighs wide apart and stared down at her intently. She looked down at me through hooded eyes as I used my tongue to trace light patterns across her lower abdomen and down the lines toward her waiting arousal. Taking her into my mouth, I sucked her clit hard as I bit down a little and grazed it with my front teeth. She was sweet, and I hummed to myself as I dove in for another taste. My tongue pushed inside her folds, deep into her core. I flicked it inside her, swirling the tip around her opening before plunging inside again. She moaned above me, her hips undulating with each movement of my tongue. Smiling to myself, I teased her clit again and plunged two fingers deep inside her.

  Lacie rode my face for a good twenty minutes as I teased her delightfully with my tongue. I brought her to the edge several times, her moans growing louder as each moment passed. Finally, I decided to allow her to find her release instead of continuing to torture her. Although, she appeared to enjoy herself quite well. I sucked her clit into my mouth and pounded it with my tongue, flicking and teasing the tip, before sliding it down her slit into her opening. Her thighs began to shake violently, and I was encouraged to keep going. I obliged her with fervor, pushing my whole face into her as her orgasm slammed into her, liberating her with a liquid fury. My face was dripping with her juices as I withdrew and watched her float down for a few seconds.

  She lay splayed out in front of me, her legs a helpless pile of goo. I smiled and grabbed my hard cock in my hand. I used my hand to stroke its length several times, a droplet of precum forming on its tip. Forcing Lacie’s thighs wider, I teased her slit with my erection for a few seconds as she squirmed beneath me. She was obviously trying to tell me to get on with it, so I obliged her with one hard thrust, pushing into her until my balls slammed into her ass. I picked up one of her legs and placed it up on my shoulder, causing the angle of her sex to stroke my cock as I continued to pummel her. Her nails dug into my skin as she came again, her body quaking with ecstatic energy. That only served to egg me on, so I thrust harder with each stroke. Lacie cried out as my cock drove home, her pussy clenching and milking my shaft each time I withdrew again.

  With each thrust, I came closer to my own release. Lacie was the recipient of my full attention in the meantime. Her curves welcomed my touch as I pulled down on her hips to meet mine. Rolling her head from side to side, she let soft moans of delight escape her lips. My organ began to quiver as I pushed inside her several more times. Pulling it free, I stroked my cock until my hot come spewed forth, covering her delicious breasts in a white blanket. I collapsed onto her chest, my breaths coming in short gasps. Lacie lay beneath me, writhing in post-orgasmic bliss as the room slowly stopped swaying and I was regaining control of myself again.

  It wasn’t too much later that I was ready to see her off. Never one to let a woman stick around after we had just had sex, I treated Lacie no differently. She pouted a little at first, her bottom lip sticking out so far, she looked ridiculous, but eventually resolved herself to my will. Looking around for a few moments, she found her dress where it had been tossed after its hasty removal. Pulling it over her head and down over her curves, she stepped into her high heels one foot at a time, taking care so she didn’t lose her balance and fall. I reached out to steady her as she slipped one over her toe. For a moment, when I caught a glimpse of her delicious ass peeking out from under the hem of her dress, I considered keeping her around, so I could have my way with her again, but quickly thought better of it. It was best not to let the ladies get used to being around longer than I needed them to be. Once you let a woman in, it was hard to get them out.

  I saw Lacie to the door after checking my phone several times to verify the Uber driver I had requested for her was waiting downstairs. She smiled at me over her shoulder as she crossed the threshold and exited my condo. I stood in the doorway for a few more seconds, lingering there to watch as she walked away, her hips swaying magically. Lacie was one that I would definitely want to have again. Her body was perfect, not too skinny with curves in all the right places. She knew how to take what she wanted from my cock and I kind of liked the way she had command over her own sexuality. Not to mention, I always was a sucker for a redhead. There was just something about them, they were just not like anyone else and that was refreshing. I knew I would see her again sometime down the line and that thought made me smile as I turned, closing the door behind me.

  After Lacie left, I was alone in my condo. I wandered back to the couch and flopped down lazily on the surface. Closing my eyes tight, I hoped that I would conjure up an image of Lacie spread out before me but instead, it was her. Jessica’s glare burned into me from inside my mind. I was compelled to figure out how to weasel my way back into her life and eventually get her into my bed. She had denied me outright, given me the coldest shoulder I have ever experienced, and I was not accustomed to being let down. It appeared that it was going to be a challenge, finally someone who did not just trip all over themselves to get a piece of me, and I was ready to accept it. Rejection was not my strong suit and I would definitely pull out all the stops to win her over.

  Chapter 11

  Jessica

  My weekend flew by. The next thing I knew, it was Monday and time to go back to work. I wasn’t a bad thing though. I actually preferred going to work rather than sitting around my tiny apartment brooding over the run in I had with Reighn Abrams at the banquet. It would be a welcome distraction from the thoughts that had plagued me all weekend long, to include a very vivid and sexual dream that I could not get out of my head. It was funny how that happened sometimes: A dream so detailed and real you can almost smell the flowers as you pass them by, almost touch their velvet petals and feel their gentle softness.

  I busied myself with getting ready for the office, thankfully Courtney had recently started helping me cultivate the perfect wardrobe. My usual garb was fine, as long as I was just lounging around the house or making a trip to the local grocery store, but my best friend was very convincing as she plucked a series of new dresses, pant suits and accessorie
s from the racks at the mall. I had tried on countless outfits on Sunday afternoon, turning around in front of her as she critiqued each one. Hours later, we finally left the mall with enough clothes to get me through a week without having to cycle back through. She had informed me that she was not quite finished with me yet and we would be taking more trips to the mall to procure additional items as she saw fit. Courtney knew her stuff and I was thankful that I had a friend with such an eye for fashion. I was a writer, not a fashion monger but no one at Threads, Inc. would be the wiser when they caught a glimpse of me as I walked the halls.

  A smart looking pin-stripe suit was my choice for the day. Dark, charcoal grey with light, pink lines running the length of the fabric. The skirt was shorter than I was used to, falling just below mid-thigh, but Courtney swore I definitely had the legs to wear such a piece. Underneath the blazer, I wore a satin blouse, a shade of pink that complimented the striping of the suit, that tied in a bow at the throat. Tiny, pearl buttons lined the front, adding a nice contrast that matched the handbag and knee-high boots she had chosen for me. I turned slowly in front of the full-length mirror that was leaning against the wall next to the closet door. Smoothing my hands over my curves I nodded in satisfaction before exiting my bedroom and making my way to the bathroom.

  I pulled my hair up into a loose, French twist. I swept it up and off my neck but left a few long strands of hair loose and twirled them around my finger to form a soft, ringlet frame around my face. By the time I was finished putting on a light coating of makeup, I was ready for business and my attire told the world I meant it. Satisfied with my look, I grabbed my purse, slipped my keys and cell phone inside and headed out the door. As I exited the building, a cool blast of air reached my face. I closed my eyes for a second and enjoyed the sensation before pressing onward. Sliding into the driver’s seat of my car, I put the key in the ignition and turned, bringing the motor to life. I was on top of the world as I merged onto the freeway and headed toward Downtown. Nothing can stop me now! The thought brought a smile to my face as I wove my way through heavy traffic.