by Bella Jewel
I shudder. “I won’t pretend that didn’t just make me wet.”
He tangles his finger into my hair and pulls me down, kissing me hard and deep. Then he pulls back and rasps, “What is it about you that I want so fucking much? Is it your honesty? So few women would tell me how wet they are.”
“You want to know how wet I am?” I murmur. “I’m so fucking wet I can feel both you and me on my thighs.”
This earns me a groan. He spreads my legs with his hands and dips his fingers into my still sensitive pussy.
“So fuckin’ wet, baby, and you know what?” he murmurs, shifting me off him and sliding down my body. “I didn’t get to taste you.”
He spreads my legs wider before lowering his face to me. It turns me on to know that he’s tasting both of us and that it doesn’t bother him. It’s erotic, so incredibly dirty. His tongue slides through my slit and I whimper, arching up. He grumbles against my flesh and wraps his arms around my hips. He keeps sucking and licking, taking all of me.
“Oh God,” I cry when his finger swirls against my entrance.
He hums against my clit and the vibrations send me over the edge. I come fast and hard, screaming his name. He lifts his face, staring down at me with those lusty golden eyes. Then he gets to his knees, cock hard again, and thrusts inside me with no warning. My back bows, and my mouth opens with pleasure, but no sound comes out. I let my eyes flutter closed as he begins to fuck me again, slowly, deliciously.
“You have perfect tits,” he growls. “So fuckin’ round.”
I groan, thrashing my head from side to side as pleasure begins to build once more.
Then Reign leans down, wrapping his arms around me and picking me up. He stands effortlessly, like I weigh nothing. He keeps his cock inside me, his arms around my hips, and my legs around his. He carries me out through the lounge and to my balcony. He presses me over the railing. Even though it’s late, cars are zooming past below us. A dim light from my balcony turns on when it senses our movement.
It’s empowering and such a turn-on.
“Touch your gorgeous nipples, rub them. Turn every fucker on that looks up here. Show them how good it feels to have my cock deep inside your sweet cunt,” he grunts from behind me as he begins thrusting hard and fast.
A car horn honks and my belly spasms, my pussy clenching around his cock.
“Yes,” he growls. “Fuck yes. You like that. Your pussy just rewarded me for that car horn.”
I pinch my nipples, staring down at the cars below us. To them, we’re quite possibly very clear with the light illuminating us. Knowing that someone could be watching me right now has everything inside me clenching.
“You’re a daredevil,” he says, leaning over and pressing a kiss to my spine as he fucks me harder. “I knew you would be.”
I come first, throwing my head back and whimpering his name. He presses a hand to my belly and uses it to drive his thrusts, pumping into me harder.
“Come again for me,” he breathes into my ear. “Come harder.”
Another horn sounds, and someone yells, “Yeah dude, fuck her.”
Just knowing they can see what we’re doing but don’t know who we are sparks something inside me. It’s deranged, but I can’t stop myself from wanting it. The thrill that cascades through me is intense. Reign slows the pace, dragging his cock out before slowly shoving it back in.
“My cock is wet with you,” he pants. “Come again for me. Come on, baby.”
He reaches around and finds my clit, and he flicks it with his finger. I spread my legs wider, holding onto the railing. So close, oh God, I’m so close. He massages my clit a little harder, and tilts his hips up on that perfect angle.
I come again. This time he joins me, as if he had been holding out just for me. Feeling him pulsing inside me as I clench around him, hearing his hiss of pleasure, is enough to make any woman never want to let go.
He wraps an arm around me when we both come down from the high we were just on, and he pulls me back into him. “You’re cold.”
He pulls me backwards inside, and I don’t realize until we step back into the warmth that he is right, I am cold. He takes a robe from the back of the couch where I so lazily threw it a few days ago, and drapes it over my shoulders before leaning down and pressing a kiss to my neck. I close my eyes and breathe him in, finding myself not wanting to let him go.
“Are you hungry?” he asks.
I shake my head, nuzzling my nose into his neck.
“Thirsty?”
I shake my head again.
“Sleepy?”
After tonight, and all the shit that went down, I am actually quite tired. I nod.
“Come on. Let’s get you to sleep.”
He wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me into the room. My body is aching in the most pleasant way from our fucking. I flop down onto my bed the moment I reach it, not even bothering to take the robe off. Reign sits on the side of the mattress pulling back the sheets.
“Are you staying?” I ask on a yawn.
He shakes his head. “I can’t.”
I think it, but I don’t say it.
Slutena.
There are no prizes for second best. I keep telling myself that. It doesn’t stop me wanting Reign, though. It just keeps me understanding that there’s a good chance it’ll be me that gets hurt out of this.
“Stop thinking,” he says, his face hardening.
“I’m not,” I lie. I pull a blanket over me and sink into my pillow with a sigh.
He scoffs. “You’re a liar, but I’ll let it slip. Are you okay?”
“After tonight, you mean?”
He nods.
“I’m fine. Those men didn’t hurt me. They only scared me.”
His face hardens. “They won’t do it again in a hurry.”
“No.” I laugh softly. “I don’t imagine they will.”
He leans down and presses a soft kiss to my forehead. “Goodnight. Get some rest. I’ll call you in the morning.”
“Night, Reign.”
He stands, gloriously naked. When he gets to my door he turns and gives me what is quite possibly the warmest expression he’s ever gifted me with. “Night, babe.”
Then he’s gone.
I refuse to think about what we just did. Instead, I drift off into a deep, peaceful sleep.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
“Good morning, Tiani,” Reign’s personal assistant smiles as I walk past reception.
He got another male personal assistant after Slutena’s antics, but he made sure to pick a . . . well . . . a not-so-attractive one. I don’t blame him really; it would be like a swift kick in the balls to have your P.A. banging your woman.
“Morning,” I yell, waving my hand.
I’m wearing my tiniest skirt, my tightest top and my hair is down. I won’t deny that I’m making the effort for Reign’s benefit, but after the other night, why the heck wouldn’t I? He rocked my world, quite literally. The neighbors will never look at me the same again.
I reach Reign’s office and knock gently on the door. I’m on my third knock when he yells out, “Yeah?”
Taking a breath, I twist the handle and step in. He’s sitting at his desk, phone pressed against his ear. He lets his gaze run up and down my body and a sexy smile spreads across his face as he gestures for me to come in. I do, shutting the door behind me. I place the lunch in my hands on his desk and smile over at him, pressing my palms to the hard wood. His eyes drop to my cleavage and he scoots his chair back, using his shoulder to hold the phone still as he pats his lap.
Eagerly, I rush over, gently dropping myself onto his lap. He leans us both back in the chair and uses his free hand to push my legs apart, dragging my skirt up to my hips. His fingers dip beneath my panties and a soft whimper leaves my mouth. He’s still on the phone, so it’s taking a lot for me to hold back my moans of pleasure.
“Yeah,” he says to the person on the phone. “Call them and organize it. I want the renovations
done by the end of the week.”
His fingers glide up, seeking out my aching clit. He finds it effortlessly and gently presses on it, causing more whimpering to escape my lips.
“I don’t fuckin’ care,” he barks into the phone, causing me to jump. “You tell them if they don’t have it done, I’m not paying a fucking cent. I’m opening that bar next weekend.”
His finger dips into my entrance, titling up to find my sweet spot. My back arches and my legs shake as he slides it in and out, using his thumb to stroke over my clit. Oh, God.
“Good. Tell me what happens when you call him.”
I’m going to come, so quickly, like a desperate teenager. I drop my head back onto his shoulder and whimper his name as waves of pleasure roll through my body.
“That, my friend, was my girl coming with my fingers deep inside her,” he says into the phone and my eyes snap open. What? “So I’m going to go and finish her off. Keep those renovations as your number one job this week.”
The phone crashes down onto the desk and Reign presses his lips to my ear, “Hey there.”
“Hey yourself,” I breathe, my head still on his shoulder.
“If that’s what I get for lunch every day, I’ll be sure to order.”
I laugh softly and spin myself so I’m straddling him. “There’s more for you. You’re not finished yet.”
“Oh?” he says, pressing his lips to my neck, sucking just a little.
With a grin, I slide off his lap to kneel in front of him. His eyes flare as he stares down at me, looking like he wants to eat me alive. His cock is straining in his pants, begging to be released. I take hold of his belt, unbuckling it before popping his button and jerking his pants down. He lifts his hips, aiding me, until his cock springs free.
“Commando. Bad boy,” I rasp, looking up at him.
He chuckles throatily and I wrap my fingers around his cock, giving it a gentle squeeze.
I lower my head, brushing the soft tip against my waiting lips. Reign groans and pushes his hips forward, grunting, “Don’t be a damned tease. Suck me, baby.”
“So bossy,” I murmur against his flesh.
“Shit,” he growls. “Fuck.”
I open my mouth and slide him inside, swirling my tongue around the tip. He lets off a ragged groan that has my skin prickling. I hum against him as I open my mouth wider, taking his cock as deep as I can, until it’s prodding the back of my throat. His hands find my hair and he tangles his fingers into the thick mess, jerking me harder, so hard I gag.
“Shit, baby, sorry,” he groans.
He releases me a little, but I keep him as deep as I can, sucking until my cheeks hollow.
“Motherfucker,” he grunts. “Your lips are as tight as your sweet cunt.”
At his words, my pussy clenches. Oh, God. I reach down between my legs and slip my fingers beneath my panties, stroking my damp flesh. I moan, releasing my suction for a second.
“Get your fingers out of that pussy. I’ll be the one to take your pleasure,” he hisses, tugging my hair.
With a cry, I release my clit and take my hands out of my panties. I feel like a fire is raging inside me as his cock swells beneath my lips. I know he’s close; his balls are tight, and his cock is thick and pulsing. I reach up, cupping those balls and giving them a little roll in my palm.
That’s all it takes.
With a ragged hiss of my name, I feel hot spurts of come hit the back of my throat. I close my eyes, swallowing all of him, relishing in how much it turns me on to have him so out of control like this. As his cock softens I pull back, licking my lips as I look up at him. He reaches down, stroking my cheek with his thumb. Then he lifts me into his arms, pulling me up and placing my ass on his desk.
He spreads my thighs. He stands, his pants still down, cock still hanging freely. He takes hold of my panties and looks up with me with a wicked grin, then he tears them clean off. I grin at him as he drops to his knees, hooking his arms around my thighs. Then he leans down and delves his tongue into my aching flesh.
“Reign,” I whimper, arching off the desk.
He sucks my clit between his lips, rolling it and flicking it with his tongue. A long, thick finger slides inside my waiting pussy and begins thrusting softly, rubbing over that bundle of sensitive nerves that need what he is giving. I squirm on his desk, sending items flying about as I build higher and higher, already needing another orgasm despite the fact that I had one less than ten minutes ago.
He bites my clit, using his teeth to apply slight pressure. The minor pinch has my orgasm hitting me hard, rolling through my body in waves that have me crying his name, not caring who can hear. When I come down from my high, he’s standing over me, golden eyes watching my every move.
“You look good like this,” he says, staring at my still exposed pussy. “You cunt is pink and wet, calling for more.”
I close my legs and smile up at him. “Cunt is such a dirty word.”
He takes my hands, pulling me up. “I’m such a dirty boy.”
I laugh loudly. “You most certainly are.”
He helps me off the desk and pulls me onto his lap. “What’s for lunch?”
“I thought you just had it.”
He chuckles behind me and takes hold of the bag I dropped on the desk. He opens it and groans. “Chinese. You know me too well.”
“It’s what you hire me for,” I say, climbing off his lap and walking around the desk to sit across from him. “Speaking of, what happens now?”
He’s just opening his food when he pauses, looking up at me. “What do you mean?”
I stare blankly at him. “You know . . . with the wingman thing?”
“If I need you, I’ll still call,” he says simply, like it’s obvious. “But obviously I’m not interested in getting random sex when I have a sweet ass like you.”
My appetite just disappeared.
“And Selena?”
His eyes harden. “My situation with Selena is complicated. I can’t just turn it off and stop caring.”
“And this?” I ask, pointing between us.
“If you don’t want it, say so now,” he says, his voice hard and determined. “But I’m not the only one who initiated this. I’m more than happy to stop if it’s going to hurt you.”
Hurt me. Ha! If I get hurt it’s my own stupid fault; I already know that. I don’t even know why I’m asking. Of course he’s not going to stop seeing Slutena. Why the hell would he? Just because I’m opening my legs for him doesn’t mean he is just going to switch off. I have two choices here: I can lose Reign forever by storming out of here, or I can just continue on, enjoying the feeling of having him.
I just have to know I’ll never come first.
My heart aches, but there is a connection I feel with Reign that I’m not willing to lose. We get along, we laugh and we joke. We have this strong, happy bond that I’m scared to lose. Sex is an added benefit, and it’s a good one. I can’t deny I’m enjoying it, and I also can’t deny it means something to me. But Reign means more, and part of me, a stupid, idiotic part, is hoping that he might see through Slutena.
I have to be there for that, right?
I force a smile and take my food. “I’m not happy for you to stop. It gives me a break from being the best wingwoman in the world.”
His eyes scan over my face, but he seems to push his skeptical look aside and replace it with a smile. “I’m not sure I’d call you the best.”
“I’ve not let you down, Mister!”
He raises his brows, popping a piece of chicken into his mouth. “Are you sure about that?”
“Don’t bring up the crazy woman again, all right? She seemed normal.”
He snorts. “Seemed normal to you. I’m sure your normal is most people’s mental.”
“You’re being very mean to me right now, Reign Braxton,” I say between mouthfuls, pointing my fork at him. “And to think I just sucked your cock.”
“Don’t pretend that wasn’t all for
your benefit.”
I raise my brows, pointing to his crotch. “Oh, you mean because of that thing?” I snort laugh. “Oh honey, don’t flatter yourself.”
He grins, raising his brows at me. “Well, remind me to keep him away from you then.”
I finish up my Chinese and stand, straightening my skirt. “I have to get back to work. There’s this asshole boss who needs his books done by the end of the day.”
“What a prick,” he says, standing too.
“He is, but he has a great ass.”
He walks around the desk and takes my hips, pulling me close. “Got a business trip in three nights. You up for it?”
“How long is it?” I ask, staring at his lips.
“Two nights.”
“What exactly will I be?”
He rubs his fingers over my backside. “Just attending the lunches and dinners with me, and there’s another golf day.”
“What is with you businessmen and golf?”
“We’re getting old. It can’t be helped.”
I reach down and rub my hand over his cock. “Some things aren’t getting old.”
He takes my hand, removing it and bringing it to his lips. “Careful. Your boss will kill you if I bend you over this desk and you’re late.”
I laugh softly and step back. “Am I on wingman duty this business trip?”
He shakes his head. “Nope, just accompanying me.”
“Is Selena going?”
He narrows his eyes. “Yes.”
I nod, trying not to show any emotion on my face. “Okay then. I have to take tomorrow off, though. My mom and dad are in town, is that okay?”
His eyes warm. “Your mom and dad? Can I meet them?”
“Oh, hell no.”
He frowns. “Why not?”
“Ah, because you bent me over my balcony and fucked me so hard the neighbors heard. I’m not sure they’d approve.”
He grins. “I’m not going to do that while they’re there.”
“No, Reign.”
“Fine,” he grunts.
“I’ll call you, okay?”
He steps forward, leaning down to kiss my forehead. “Later, babe.”
