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

by R. J. Castille

  I hooked her panties with my thumbs and she lifted her bottom off the mattress, allowing me to slide them down her thighs. She leaned back onto her elbows and continued to watch as I parted her thighs. Leaning toward her, I bowed at the waist and started to kiss and lick her inner thigh, following the path up toward her waiting desire. Pulling back just before I reached her center, I repeated the process on the other side. Jessica dropped her head back, almost touching the mattress with the back of her head when I reached the treasure I was seeking. I felt the heat that dwelled there as my breaths beat down on her exposed skin. She was neatly trimmed, a landing strip as opposed to shaved clean like I had become accustomed to. Natural, very nice.

  When I took her into my mouth, teasing her clit with slow flicks of my tongue, Jessica gasped out loud. Her hips bucked toward me involuntarily as I traced her lips with my tongue and plunged it inside her. I continued to devour consume her with unhurried and purposeful movements. She tasted like heaven and I wanted to live there as long as I could. Inside my head, since I had sensed her trepidation from the time I started, I reminded myself to keep my rhythm at a leisurely pace until I had rocked her body with pleasure so intense she would dream about it later. I lapped at her pussy, sucking her juices into my mouth and paying expert attention to her clit. Her thighs began to shake, and her head was thrashing back and forth on the bed. Raising my hand up, I pushed one finger slowly inside her folds, which caused her to thrust her hips into my face again. I loved it when a woman did that, I loved it even more that it was Jessica Goldstein.

  I kept her on the edge for what probably felt like forever to her. It felt like forever to me for sure. She moaned loudly, threading her fingers into my hair and grasping the back of my head. Anticipating she was about to come, I pushed a second finger inside her and continued to massage her from the inside. Jessica felt so good I had to resist the incredible urge to bury cock deep inside her right then. I was on a mission to give her pleasure like she had never felt in her life. My plans did not include cutting her short by pouncing on her and getting what I needed from our time together. It was her, only her that mattered.

  Keeping my eyes on her face, I wanted to see her expression when she finally had her release. I decided I had teased her long enough. Using the brute force of my tongue, I thrashed at her clit until I felt her legs quivering so bad the bed was shaking like we were having an earthquake. I continued to tease her with my fingers as she arched her back toward me and cried my name out loud, her eyes squeezed shut tight. When she came on my face, her fluids soaking me and running down my face, I could no longer contain my own desire.

  Standing quickly, I unbuttoned my shirt and slid it down my arms, tossing it aside. Fumbling with my belt buckle, I managed to unfasten it along with my waistband. Unzipping my fly, I pushed my pants down along with my boxer briefs, allowing my erection to spring forth. Kicking my pants to the side, they joined the growing pile of clothing that was scattered about at the foot of the bed. I stood looking down at my Jessica. Her body remained still on the soft comforter. Reaching down with my hand, I placed it gingerly on her knee, attempting to get her attention. Her eyes fluttered open and locked onto mine. I crawled carefully onto her waiting figure, edging her legs farther apart with my body. She complied with a hint of angst behind her eyes. My eyes burned into hers as I pressed my lips to hers and kissed her passionately. She returned the kiss, her tongue dancing eagerly with mine and I knew I was home free.

  As I continued to kiss her, my lips never leaving hers, I guided my cock toward her glistening slit. She stiffened again when I teased her opening with the tip before easing myself inside her. Taking my time, I inched my way into her folds, her tight muscles squeezing me as I continued to move inside her. Her eyes were closed tightly when I pushed myself up a little to look at her face again. I could not have imagined that she felt that good but oh my God, she was unlike any other. If I had my way, I would remain there, safely inside her until we both were exhausted beyond reason.

  “Jessica,” I leaned down and whispered into her ear, my voice was hoarse, “I have wanted you for so long.” As I spoke those words, her eyes fluttered open and met mine. Spreading her thighs wider and pushing up against me, she pulled my head down and closed her mouth over mine. I thrust inside her, slowly at first, enjoying every single stroke. Her head rolled to the side as I nipped at her neck, biting down and licking alternately. I heard her soft moan, more like the sound of a cat enjoying a long-awaited pet from her master, that only served to drive my desire forward.

  When she came again, she cried my name out to the empty room, the sound echoing back to reach my ears. I kissed her deeply and started to thrust inside her harder and deeper. She moaned into my open mouth as our tongues wrestled together. I felt her pussy clench down on my cock, milking my length with each stroke. She was still writhing, my phallus rubbing along her clit each time I pushed inside her. My cock started to twitch inside her and my balls drew up tight as I picked up the pace. I shuddered when I came, my cock buried deep inside her needy slit. Spilling my hot seed into her, I crashed my lips against hers again and kissed her like I had no other in my entire life. My ears rang loudly as every ounce of energy was drained from my body and I collapsed on top of her.

  Pressing my forehead against hers, I looked into her eyes, searching for a sign. A sign of what, I wasn’t quite sure, but I knew I would know when I saw it. Finally, a timid smile stretched across her lips. There it was, my sign. No sign of regret for what we had done, just happiness and satisfaction. I was relieved and overjoyed simultaneously. After kissing her softly for several more minutes, I rolled off to the side and lay looking at her. I could not peel my eyes off of her as she stared at the ceiling for a while before turning her head to meet my gaze.

  “Are you in a hurry to get home?” I asked, hoping that she was not. I wanted to keep her there with me and feel the warm amber glow of her energy for as long as I possibly could. She shook her head and reached up with one hand, cupping my face in her hands. Her face was soft and sincere, her eyes trained onto mine with a look so intense it almost burned through me. I could tell she wanted to say something, but she did not, she simply lay there with the most content look on her face that I have ever seen on a woman. I pulled her into my embrace suddenly and planted several kisses on the top of her head.

  I made love to Jessica several more times as the night wore on. I could not get enough of her touch, her kiss, her taste. When the morning light peeked through the slats of my mini blinds and showered her sleeping figure in a soft glow, I smiled to myself. It had been another first for me, I had actually allowed a woman to stay over, sleep in my bed and I had no regrets. Jessica breathed softly, her chest raising up and down slowly with each one as I watched. Hypnotized by her very aura, I lay there and tried to fall asleep but could not. Instead, I basked in the glory of what I had found in her: a renewed sense of me. I found in her the old sensitive me that had been hiding in the darkness for so long until she escorted him into the light again. The feelings I had as she lay there naked in my arms were beyond this world and I decided that I would hold on to that as long as I could. As long as she would let me.

  Chapter 15

  Jessica

  Reighn and I carried on our relationship in secret for several weeks. It wasn’t that I did not want the world to know I was with Mr. Reighn Abrams, far from. In fact, any normal woman would be yelling that fact at the top of their lungs so that everyone else could hear it, but we thought better of it. Considering I had been at my new position at Threads for only a couple of months, we both felt that it would be best if we kept it under wraps. At least for a while. That way, we could focus on our new relationship and cultivating it properly without the prying eyes and gossip that would surely plague us if anyone found out.

  The most difficult person to keep it from was Sandra Fieldman. She knew everything going on around the magazine and we were surprised that she had not somehow magically known what
we did the Monday after I spent my first weekend at Reighn’s condo. I was sure she would simply look into my eyes and know what I had done. I had given myself to someone she had warned me against and I had ignored her attempts to talk some sense into me. When she showed no sign that she knew what was brewing between Reighn and I, I relaxed a little and carried on, business as usual.

  Since she was unaware of our little escapade, Sandra continued to hammer on the idea that Mr. Abrams was only after one thing and, once he got what he wanted, I would be discarded like the rest. I almost giggled as she spoke from across the office, her continuous warning to steer clear of that man almost driving me crazy. If I could have, I would have defended him. What did she know? She had her experience with him, that was for sure, but I knew that this time something was different. Reighn himself had confessed to me that I changed something in him, something that made him want to be a better person and that made me feel grand. The way he spoke of me, at least behind closed doors, in the safety of his condo, I knew that he had no intention of just tossing me out with yesterday’s garbage like he had every other woman who crossed his path.

  I was still sure it was jealousy, since Sandra had spent some time with him years ago and, like the others, he most assuredly had gotten in her pants and then moved on about his business, never looking back. They remained friends, of course, or at least neutral acquaintances, but she continued to harbor a hint of resentment that boiled to the surface whenever she went on an anti-Reighn tirade. It was funny to me because, as I pointed out to her before, she was the one who had initially defended him to me. Claiming he wasn’t that bad of a guy and that I should give him the benefit of the doubt. Once I did that, she flipped her switch and consequently had nothing nice to say about him. Women were like that sometimes, all hearts and flowers until another woman gets what they wanted.

  After work, sometimes I would go to his place and we would spend the evening together, talking about whatever struck our fancy or enjoying a binge-watching session on NetFlix. In order to maintain our façade, however, I would occasionally have to stay at my apartment. Sandra had moved in months before, so I had to be extremely cautious about staying away for too long, otherwise I would compromise the whole thing. I hated keeping our relationship under wraps and for more than one reason. It wasn’t because I wanted the world to know that I was dating a famous supermodel, although that thought did cross my mind. Every girl I knew would be drowning in their own jealously if they knew that I was sleeping with the object of their own desires. No, it was simply because there was something there, something between us that was growing stronger with each new day and I wanted to shout it to the mountain top. Despite our rough beginning and the fact that I initially could not stand the guy, Reighn Abrams had turned out to be one of the greatest people I knew, after he turned off his bad boy, nefarious side of course. No one knew that side of him, I was the solely in possession of that knowledge. Reighn was human after all.

  Courtney knew, of course. She told me that she would do her best not to let something that huge leak. At the same time, she was beside herself with excitement for me. When I told her what was going on, she shrieked so loud the birds who were resting on the powerlines outside our apartment window fluttered quickly away, frightened by the sound. I almost laughed but instead turned my attention back to her. Reminding her at least a dozen times not to tell anyone about it, she pinky swore she wouldn’t, and I was finally at ease about the entire situation. From time to time, I would fill her in on some juicy details about how much he loved to go down on me or how good he was at using his tool, but that was about all I could give her. The rest of what I knew about Reighn was mine to hold close to my heart.

  I sat at my desk typing away. Sandra carried on with her Reighn bashing. Inside my head, I sighed. The negative things she was saying about what I would consider my new man were distressing but I knew that she felt like she was doing the right thing. She was trying to warn me, trying to convince me to steer clear of him at all costs and that he would only tear my beating heart from my chest and throw it to the floor below before tapdancing on it right in front of me. As far as I knew, nothing could be farther from the truth, but since she didn’t know anything more than what her experience had been, I had to give her a break. Instead of saying anything, I continued to work on my latest article, nodding occasionally to make it seem like I was actually listening to her.

  Reighn showered me with wonderful things. Buying out the entire showing of the Lion King at the Pantages for our first date was only the beginning. As he had assured me, our adventures took us all over the place. One evening, Reighn surprised me again by chartering a private jet and whisking me away to Paris. We spent that night dining on the finest French cuisine before making love in our grand hotel suite with a fabulous view of the Eiffel Tower. It was breathtaking, I had never been there, and the orgasm I had as he sucked me into his mouth repeatedly and I stared out the window at the historical structure was enough to burn that memory into my brain forever.

  Memories of fabulous times with my Reighn flooded my mind as Sandra yammered on across from me. It was classic movie night at our apartment, a tradition that Courtney and I had come up with years ago and Sandra was now subjected to. Although she protested at first, it started to grow on her quickly and she was soon looking forward to the monthly event. I had promised them both I would definitely be there and consequently had to disappoint Reighn by turning down his offer to take me to another fantastic destination that night. I could have kicked myself for saying know, but my friend was always there for me and I could not let her down. On top of that, it was a good way to maintain my façade with Sandra. Nothing was amiss, nothing at all.

  I sat at my desk, answering the email from Reighn inviting me out that evening. My attention was trained onto the monitor, so I did not notice the figure that was now hovering just over my shoulder, peering down at the email in front of me. That person went unnoticed by me since I was engrossed my Reighn’s latest professions of dedication to me, until I heard the gasp. Jumping slightly at the sound, I turned my head slowly to discover Sandra standing above me, looking down at the text in front of me. She was squeezing the two Starbucks cups in her hands so hard, I felt they would be crushed, spilling sweet, caffeinated goodness onto the floor. Her face was a deep, red color, one I had never seen on her before and I knew I was in big trouble.

  “Are you kidding me right now,” she broke the awkward silence finally, her words piercing my ears like daggers as she spoke, “after everything I have told you about him, you’re still seeing him? I can’t believe you are buying into his bullshit, Jess. He was, is and always will be nothing but a dog, a player, a womanizing asshole. I tried to warn you, but it seems like you have ignored everything I have told you to go after the gold.” I was a little upset with what she was insinuating. Sandra made it sound like I was after Reighn for the same reason anyone else would be: his money, his status, his fame. My vision faded to a light shade of red as I took several deep breaths, attempting to calm myself before replying.

  “For your information, Sandra, he is not like that at all. I don’t know what other women have experienced, other than what you have told me and what I have observed in the past, but there is something different between us. I haven’t had the same experience at all. I swear, I have brought out an entirely different side of him. Something no one in this world has ever seen, except for me,” Sandra continued to glare at me. Finally setting the Starbucks cup down on my desk, she sighed out loud and turned to walk away from me. Before she disappeared into the foyer just on the other side of the door that exited our office, I heard her mumble something barely comprehensible under her breath that struck me as strange and ominous.

  “We shall see,” and Sandra was gone from my sight. Her words hung in the air like a thick blanket. I had no idea what she meant but sure did not like the sound of it. Turning back to my email, I finished replying to Reighn, expressing my apologies but promising
I would definitely be up for it another night. I also let him know that, unfortunately, the cat was out of the bag with Sandra and that likely meant the entire building would know about Reighn and I by the following day. That’s how she operated. I shuddered when I recalled the last words she spoke to me before exiting to go to lunch. Goosebumps erupted down my arms and my hairs stood on end. She can’t possibly be that mad at you. After all, she had her slice of the Abrams pie too! My inner monologue was right. I couldn’t let her get to me and I knew that soon, it would all blow over. At least I hoped so.

  That evening, Sandra did stick around for classic movie night, but there was an air of awkward silence about her. She didn’t say too terribly much but did respond if questioned directly. It seemed that she was locked inside her head and was really far away from the present time. Trying to ignore the feeling of impending doom, I engaged Courtney and her in small talk after the first movie was over and we were searching for another. Sandra still didn’t have much to say, but at least responded and her facial features became a little softer as the night wore on. I breathed a silent, internal sigh of relief. She would get over it, I was sure she would, I just had to walk on thin ice until I was sure she was.

  The rest of the weekend dragged on, a suffocating feeling settling into my chest and I was on the edge of nausea all the time. The way Sandra had acted threw me for a loop but, as the days wore on, it seemed she had accepted what she saw in my email along with my explanation of who Reighn Abrams really was. At least I hoped she had. Her demeanor had reverted back to the old Sandra quite quickly, leading me to believe that by the end of the weekend, she was moving on.

  It was Monday morning and I was, yet again, sitting in my doctor’s office. I had received another post-card, reminding me it was time for my quarterly dose of birth control and, not wanting to push it as far as I had the previous time, made my appointment right away. The receptionist on the other end of the phone was kind as she reviewed the schedule on her end and gave me several available time slots. She waited patiently for me to make my decision and I heard her pressing several keys as she put my name down. The night before, I had gotten a reminder text, something the office had just initiated as part of their new electronic health record system. It was great help and I was thankful they had done so, otherwise I may have forgotten, what with the strange weekend I had experienced.