Devil in a Suit (Cocky Suits Book 1)

by Alex Wolf

  What are you doing? Don’t get in the tub.

  I’ve never bathed with someone before. I’ve watched women I’ve slept with shower, but this feels more private—more intimate as her head lays back on my shoulder.

  We stay like this for minutes. Silence stretching between us. It isn’t heavy or tense. The moment is nice, but I know I can’t keep breaking my rules.

  I’ve never felt such a raw need to claim someone in my life. The primal urge takes over. She’s so soft and wet up against me. I need to be inside her, need to mark her. The thought should scare me. I barely know this chick. For all I know she could be plotting to get pregnant by a man of my wealth and status.

  I trust her, though. I don’t know why but I do. She feels genuine and it’s been a long time since I’ve met someone so true to themselves. I’m in the business of liars. I tell lies for my clients every fucking day. My soul is probably tainted black for the half-truths I’ve served up in court to get rich bastards off the hook.

  Brooke doesn’t seem self-conscious or afraid to hurt my feelings. She might be giving in to my devious ways, but she knows what she’s doing. She speaks her mind and does what she wants. Her actions aren’t a ploy to trap me somehow. I’ve fucked women like that many times. Hell, most are that way. Pretending to be something they’re not.

  Wearing ass-padded underwear. Fake tits. Slimming wear. I like a woman who owns her body. A woman who takes pride in what she has. Brooke is toned and fit, but doesn’t seem like she’d be afraid to order a burger.

  I find myself wanting to ask her to dinner just to see if I’m right.

  Brooke

  Once the bath water turned cool and my skin was starting to prune, Weston and I got out of the tub. He wrapped a soft, warm towel around me. The dude must be loaded to have heated towels in his bathroom. My parents have money but not on this level.

  I don’t care about his status. It wouldn’t matter to me if he lived in a shitty apartment right now. The man has me so turned on and wanting him. He could graze my clit and I’d probably sing his name.

  He sits on the edge of his four-poster bed in his bedroom. The room is huge, fit for a king. In Weston’s world he probably is king.

  His body is seriously like a sculpture you’d see in Italy. He clearly works out. He’s lean and toned. Not all bulky and huge but seriously athletic like an Olympic swimmer.

  Leaning back on his elbows, he’s on full display for me in all his naked glory. Just the way he carries himself is hot as hell. I hadn’t expected him to climb in the tub with me. I hadn’t expected to be treated to a bath and fruit, either.

  I figured by now we’d be wrapping things up after he got what he wanted. I don’t know if I’m disappointed or excited. He’s like a good book, completely unpredictable.

  I’ve never had the urge to suck a dick in my life. I don’t know, it’s never been my thing. But, tonight I’m someone else. I’m fun, sexy Brooke. Not workaholic Brooke.

  Staring at him, I want nothing more than to take him into my mouth and get a taste.

  I figure Weston has earned a blowjob for the amazing bath.

  Dropping the plush towel to the floor, I climb up on the bed next to him. He smiles at me as I stroke my fingers along the length of his shaft. His cock grows harder and longer with each touch.

  The man has me licking my lips eager to please him. His fingers tweak my nipples as we kiss, our connection never breaking as he attempts to lay me back and cover my body with his.

  I wag my finger in his face. “Not yet.”

  “Oh.” He raises an eyebrow. “You look like you’re about to be bad.”

  “Maybe I am.”

  “Fucking do it then. Don’t be a little cock tease.”

  I shove against his shoulder, sending him to his back. Then I slide down, trailing my tongue along his abs.

  He stares me directly in the eye, that cocky smirk on his mouth.

  I want to make this night good for us both—memorable. I want to be able to look back at it, knowing it was the start of my new beginning.

  Not the start of something new with Weston, but the start of something new for me.

  Licking my lips, I press the head of his cock to my tongue.

  He has one arm at his side, and one back behind his head.

  Jesus, his cock is even bigger up close. My mouth stretches wide to take him in. I moan around him, licking and sucking as his fingers thread through my hair, gripping me to guide the pace he desires.

  “Oh, I may have misjudged you. Fuck.” He groans.

  It only makes me want to speed up. I move up and down, gliding my lips along his length as I tease at his balls with my fingers, paying them extra attention.

  He squirms a little when I cup them in my palm and massage them.

  Good. It’s good to know I can get to him too.

  “Keep that up and I’m gonna come down your throat.”

  His words egg me on and heat me up at the same time. I want to bring him that pleasure. I want to feel him erupt on my tongue and take all that he gives.

  After a few minutes of watching me, our eyes locked, he must lose patience and want back in control.

  He reaches down and yanks me up to his face, kissing me deeply, then spins me around like I’m light as a feather. “I want something to eat while you suck that cock.” He grips my hips and yanks my pussy to his mouth.

  I do some kind of half squeal, half moan when he jerks me back.

  His tongue parts my folds, sweeping back and forth at a leisurely pace like he’s lapping at me. I bend back down and take him in my mouth, until it’s almost a competition.

  Right when I’m about to shudder and come all over his face he smacks my ass.

  I jolt at the stinging pleasure ripping up my spine.

  “Not until I say.”

  How the hell does he know when I’m so close?

  When he adds his fingers to the mix I nearly lose it. His tongue flicks wildly over my clit, humming against the throbbing bundle of nerves. He works his fingers in and out, curling them up to my g-spot. His strong fingers on his free hand dig into my hip, keeping me right where he wants me.

  When his tongue flattens against my pussy and sucks my clit hard, I’m right on the edge of shattering.

  “You want to come, don’t you?”

  “Mmhmm.” I can’t even form words and realize I stopped sucking him and my hand is basically holding on to his cock like an arm rest while I moan.

  “You’re gonna come on my cock. Then I’m going to blow in that hot cunt.”

  My thighs squeeze around his head just at his words. Fuck, he has the filthiest mouth on the planet.

  My whole body trembles as I climb up onto him. I don’t know how I hold back, my body in desperate need of release. Precum beads at the head and I flick it with my tongue.

  He growls and yanks me up so that I’m straddling him, his cock inches from where I need it. He teases the head across my clit, and my entire body shivers.

  “I-I—” I can barely speak or breathe. Somehow, I manage the rest of my sentence. “I’m gonna come if you keep doing that.”

  He lowers me down onto him, and his cock drills up into me. “Not until I say.”

  My jaw clenches. “Fast, please. I need to come, please.”

  He smacks my ass, and it gives me a little relief. But his fingers move right back to my clit and he pinches it, hard.

  “Oh, fuck.”

  He grips my ass with both hands and guides me up and down on him slowly. One hand moves to my hips and the other digs into my rear.

  “Beg me.”

  My eyes shoot open and I glare.

  “Beg me to come on that dick.” His eyes roam down to my pussy.

  I’m so close. I should come just to prove a point, but I don’t. It’s all a fun little game, and I know it’ll be worth it if I hold out.

  “Please?”

  “Please what?”

  “Please, fuck.”

  He hammers hi
s cock up into me, that grin still plastered on his face.

  “Please let me come.”

  Before he answers, one of his fingers slips in and teases the rim of my asshole.

  I clench around him at the sudden intrusion.

  “Fuck, I love the way you squirm on my cock.”

  It’s weird at first. No man has ever gone anywhere near that. But the more his finger works around the edge, smearing my arousal all over it, the more I think I want him to go deeper.

  His other hand slides from my hip, and strokes across my clit and I let out a breathy gasp.

  “God, please let me come.”

  His finger speeds up even faster on my clit until I’m grinding my teeth, holding back the release with everything.

  “Okay, come on my cock.” Right when he says it, his finger goes in my ass and he thrusts up into me.

  My entire world shatters into a thousand pieces and fireworks go off behind my eyes. It’s so fucking intense, I don’t even know where I am for a second. I’m in a whole other world. I convulse and shake, and my pussy clamps around him like a vise.

  I seize up as wave after wave rolls through me.

  He doesn’t give my body any reprieve. He slides his finger out of me and grips me with both hands on my hips.

  “Fuck, Brooke.”

  My name sounds like it’s a million miles away or in a tunnel or I’m underwater. When I come back into the world, I look down at him. His face is red and tense, and he shoves his cock as deep as it’ll go. Just drives up into me while he shoves me down on him.

  Then I feel his cock twitch, and he lets out a growl. Hot come fills me from the inside and I damn near get off again, back to back, just at the sensation and intense pressure.

  I rock back and forth on him slowly when his hands drop from my hips. He’s still rock-hard inside me.

  Another orgasm burns through me. I circle my hips grinding down on him, not wanting to give him a second of reprieve. I want his cock hard, and I don’t want it to leave me.

  Weston lifts me off him and climbs behind me. I feel like jelly and on the verge of collapse. Not him though, he seems to have enough stamina for the two of us.

  Lining the tip of his cock up with my entrance, he slams into me. One hand is used to support me, holding me up and the other is on my hip, fingers digging in hard enough to leave bruises. Everything about him is so possessive. He takes whatever he wants, and I’m pretty much like a rag doll after my little moment of control.

  His hand snakes into my hair and he fucks me from behind. Somehow, a burst of energy surges through me as he pushes me toward the edge of the orgasm cliff once again. This time he’s really rough, and I find myself loving every second of it. I want to see how far he’ll go, what he’ll do.

  My pussy thinks he’s a god. He’s one in the bedroom for sure, even if I’ll never tell him. He doesn’t need any extra help in the ego department.

  Crack!

  His hand lands on my ass, and I cry out.

  “Fuck.”

  “Yeah, you like that, don’t you?”

  “Mmhmm.”

  “That’s what I do to naughty bitches that tease me in their little red dresses.”

  “Oh my God.” I mutter the words under my breath. I want to provoke him. This is by far the best sex I’ve ever had in my life. This one time I want everything and don’t want to settle for anything less. I want to goad him on. Drive him as crazy as he’s driving me. “Am I in trouble, sir?”

  His hand tightens in my hair, and I would give anything to see the look on his face when I said that.

  “Yeah. This is how I treat dirty sluts that try to come too fast.” He smacks my ass again, and I jolt forward.

  His hips crash into me so hard, the wet smacking and clapping sounds echo around the room. I can barely even speak, because he’s fucking me so hard my words vibrate. “Oh-oh, my-my G-God. F-f-fuck.”

  “Yeah, that’s right. Take that fucking dick. You’re gonna come on it again, aren’t you?”

  “N-no.” I try to smile at my insubordination.

  He leans forward, and his hand slides around my neck. He tilts my head back so that I’m staring up at his face.

  His cock continues to piston in and out of me, and I don’t even know how he’s doing it. I’m about to explode again.

  “Are you going to come on that cock again, Brooke?” He grins at me. “Like a good little whore?”

  Jesus Christ, I should be insulted at the things he says, but it only heats me up in ways I’ve never been heated.

  “Mmhmm.” The sound is a whimper as I try to nod my head at the hold he has on my neck.

  “Yeah you are.” He lets go and shoves my face into a pillow, his hand on the back of my head. Then he crashes into me with all his weight, flattening me on the bed until he’s slamming into me with his mouth next to my ear. “You’re gonna come all over this fucking cock and take everything that comes out of it.”

  “Oh-oh sh-shit.” I release and my mind is nothing but fuzz. Fuzzy dots, fuzzy thoughts.

  He leans down on my neck and bites down on my collar bone, then rams his cock into me and blows so hard it spills out around the base.

  “Oh God, Weston. Weston. Shit!”

  “That’s it, Brooke.” He grunts and fills me again. “Take it. Take that fucking come.” His words come out on groans with each thrust into me.

  He finally collapses against my back and rolls over. Something happens. There’s touching and kissing and caressing and nothing registers. I’m boneless, weightless. At some point in my hazy state, I just pass out.

  The next day I wake up smothered by Weston. Our legs are interlocked, and both his arms cage me in. I feel like I can’t breathe, but I’m afraid to move out of fear of waking him.

  Last night was perfect.

  Too perfect.

  I don’t want to do anything to mess it up. I want to savor this memory for what it is—one wild evening between two people who were attracted to each other.

  Nothing less.

  Nothing more.

  Unable to lay here any longer, I shift slightly to free myself.

  Our legs feel like they’re glued together. He’s like a furnace, maybe sweating off the alcohol from last night.

  When I move my legs, it’s like ripping off a Band-Aid.

  Weston stirs, rolling away from me.

  Letting out a sigh of relief, I move to the edge of the massive bed.

  I make it to the bathroom without incident.

  It isn’t personal. I just don’t want to go through the whole awkward conversation of him asking for my number. I’ll feel obligated to give it, and he won’t ever text or call. I see no point in making things weird.

  After washing my face, I slip my dress back on and go in search of my shoes and my clutch so I can call an Uber.

  My body aches in the most delicious way. I can still feel his touch, heat, and strength in every step.

  Weston

  As I wake up, the other side of my bed is empty and cold. It seems Brooke gave me the slip. That was usually my role, but this is my place, after all. I never bring chicks here. I don’t know what I was thinking. I had a hotel room reserved. That red dress and sweet pussy had me under a spell.

  My head pounds and I’m disoriented as I make my way into the bathroom. I find Brooke at the vanity pulling one of my shirts over her head.

  “Do you mind?” She tugs on the collar of the black shirt. It looks sexy as fuck on her, even if it is over her dress.

  I shake my head, trying to push away thoughts of fucking her again while she stands there in my clothes. It’s difficult because my cock aches from a combination of morning wood and seeing her tight little ass uncomfortably fumbling around for things. She’s messing with my head. She needs to disappear before I break another rule and ask her to stay for breakfast.

  “Have you seen my clutch? I need to call an Uber.”

  “My driver can take you.” I deserve a kick in the balls for bein
g nice.

  “You sure? I don’t want to be difficult.”

  “It’s fine. I was about to ask you if you wanted to stay for breakfast.” My hand nearly clamps over my mouth as soon as I realize what came out of my mouth. It’s like there’s a disconnect between my brain and my words.

  She offers me a weak smile. “That’s sweet. But I have plans.” Her hand brushes my arm as she moves past me and out the door. “Bathroom’s all yours. I’ll be in there trying to find my phone.”

  “There’s coffee. I’ll call my driver when I’m done in here.”

  “Thanks.” Her brows knit as she walks away. I don’t turn to go into the bathroom until she leaves my line of sight.

  What the fuck? What’s wrong with me? I don’t do nice. I don’t do let’s exchange numbers and chitchat over coffee.

  When I finish up in the bathroom I find her bent over the kitchen counter enjoying a cup. I end up chitchatting. Fuck my life. I’m on course for self-destruction.

  “He’ll be here in about twenty minutes.”

  “Okay.” She smiles over the brim of the mug. “Thanks.”

  “It’s fine. Find your phone?”

  “Yeah.” She holds up her little red bag.

  Silence stretches between us.

  “You want to grab dinner or something sometime?”

  She frowns and looks away before giving an answer.

  Seriously?

  “Listen, Weston.”

  Is she seriously giving me the brush off? This is not happening.

  “You’re a nice guy and last night was great.”

  I smile because I know there’s a but coming.

  “But I think we should leave it at that.”

  This is my goddamn speech to give.

  “You already said you don’t do the whole dating thing, and I’m not looking to start something right now. My job is demanding and I—”

  I cut her off with a kiss, giving her a little reminder of what she’s going to miss out on. Nobody lets me down easy. I mean, what the fuck?

  Her sweet lips taste like coffee and my hand slides down and cups her ass. She moans into my mouth.

  You still got it. Don’t let her get to you.