Devil's Deal

by Michele Arris

  She tried to remain in control by rearing back. He released her lip only to kiss her full on. His other hand cradled the back of her neck, holding her in place as his tongue practically slipped down her throat, ravenous in its exploration.

  She managed to break the deep kiss once again, in search of much needed air. He simply dragged his mouth on down the arch of her neck, his warm tongue licking, tasting her skin along the way.

  He was so much male, so intense, she didn’t know how to react, totally out of her element with a man such as him. With that thought, it happened so fast, he brought her down to the seat and cloaked her body beneath his, positioning himself between her thighs.

  She knew she should protest his aggressive actions, but the carnal desires stirring inside her, the cravings she’d had from the very first moment she’d laid eyes on him, controlled her actions.

  Her right leg wedged against the seat hooked tight at his back, causing his erection to press at the apex of her thighs.

  Man oh man! There was no way what she felt swelling up by the second between her legs could possibly be all him. A bolt of heat laced with fear shot up from her toes to her core with a slow pulsing taking root deep in her channel. There was also the cell phone in his pocket pinching her inner thigh. The slight discomfort kept her craving at a low simmer.

  He drew back from kissing her neck and looked down upon her face. “You’re so damn sexy, you know that,” he uttered thickly. Cradling her nape, he took her mouth again, tonguing her deeper still, thoroughly, unrelenting, while stroking her between her legs atop her shorts, feeling the heat of her there swiftly intensifying.

  “Bailey, let me have you,” he whispered into her mouth and rolled his hips, massaging his erection against her hot center. A full-bodied shudder took hold of her. Her right leg clamped down even tighter at his back.

  He ran his tongue greedily along her chin, up to the outline of her ear, and back to her mouth all as he stroked up and down her left thigh.

  “You have the most beautiful legs I’ve ever seen. I’ve dreamed of running my hands over your silky skin, your beautiful body, touching, kissing you, Bailey.”

  “You’re a leg man, Mr. Marx?” Bailey rocked her sex upon his incredibly rigid thickness as her sheath throbbed for the promise she felt to be had between her legs.

  “I am now.”

  “Your cell phone is pinching me.”

  “Sorry.” He pulled out the phone and tossed it behind him on the seat.

  Short gasps escaped her as he slipped a warm hand under her blouse and glided upward to gently caress her breasts. Rolling the pebbling nipple between his fingers, he uttered through breathy kisses, “Damn, you’re perfect.”

  Her moans grew louder as his other hand tunneled under the hem of her shorts, stroked, and squeezed her buttocks.

  “We ... we should stop,” she breathed out heavily before shutting her eyes and yanking him back to the starving demand of her mouth.

  Ignoring her feeble words, he hooked his index finger underneath the silk string of her thong and circled her clitoris before dipping his finger inside her pussy. A smile broke out across his mouth against hers at the feel of how wet she was for him already.

  “Oh yes!” she cried out and bucked her hips repeatedly at the slow roll of his finger in her sex. “Right there,” she wailed shamelessly.

  Her other leg came up and both wrapped high up his back, allowing his finger to tunnel deeper. In chorus, he rhythmically pinched her nipple and stroked her channel as their tongues danced and dueled, both wanting to lead in their devouring kiss.

  At once, he tore away from her mouth and his synchronized movements abruptly stopped working her flesh. Peering up at him, she panted out, “What is it?”

  “Stay the night with me.”

  “You’re staying at your friend’s.”

  “We’ll go to my place.” She nodded as a second thick digit was added to the one already buried deep inside her.

  He released her breast, hit a button somewhere above her head, and quickly gave instructions to Isaac to head to his place.

  The moment his tongue rimmed her ear, a feral cry escaped her partially opened mouth, and her nails bit into his back through his fine shirt, holding tight to him as she rocked her hips in quick momentum, matching his quick thrusting fingers and rubbing her clitoris along his length through his slacks, dry humping him, working to bring herself to release.

  “You’re so wet,” he moaned as his fingers drilled her pussy in between his fevered kisses on her mouth and neck.

  He abruptly released her breasts again. The music was turned up. Coldplay’s “Paradise” resonated ear-piercingly in the car’s cabin.

  Moving to his knees on the floor, he brought her upright and forward to the edge of the seat. The crotch of her shorts and the silk string of her thong were pushed aside to toy with the swollen rosy bud of her sex. He pinched and circled the throbbing button, fingered her wet sheath with deep penetrating thrusts, in and out, again and again. A tug at her floral top exposed a breast that he hastily took into his mouth.

  “Bailey, I want you,” he uttered as he suckled, lightly bit the tight nipple, and then flicked it repeatedly with his tongue.

  “Oh yes, right there!” She threw her head back and arched her back sharply in offering, so far gone, drunk from the pleasure that an intense prickling sensation reverberated up her spine. He was relentless. “I can’t, please,” she whimpered, unsure whether she was asking him to stop or pleading for more in between rolling her hips to take what she needed.

  The prickling stopped and then started up again. She opened her eyes and blinked rapidly to clear the passion fog. It was his cell phone buzzing at the small of her back. Looking down at him between her legs, he was unzipping her shorts.

  “Lucas?” Her voice was hoarse from the dryness of her throat brought on by heavy pants. He didn’t seem to hear her, so focused on his task of pulling her shorts and panties down past her knees.

  With urgency, his mouth clamped onto her mound with his tongue disappearing between the slit. “Oh!” She slapped a hand over her mouth to fight back a scream. The sensation of his tongue slowly circling her sensitive bud was mind-numbingly amazing.

  She snaked her fingers in the feathery waves of his hair, raised her hips, and pressed her pussy to his mouth, wanting his tongue to cure the throb felt deep in her core. Understanding her need, he swiftly yanked off her shorts and panties in one fell swoop, sending her flip-flops airborne. “Oh shhh!” Bailey gasped, feeling sexually wanton and exposed before him.

  “Tell me what you want, princess.” He met her eyes as the tips of his fingers lightly brushed up and down her wet folds. “I’m waiting.”

  “Lick me. No teasing,” she ordered without shame, and he obliged as he spread her legs wide and brought both of her feet up to brace on the seat. He ran his hands, followed by his mouth, along her inner thighs to her sex, separated her labia, and took her clitoris into his mouth, sucking hard as two fingers reentered her pussy, stroking deep.

  “Yes, Lucas!” He threw her legs over his shoulders, cupped her buttocks, and buried his head between her thighs, lapping hungrily upon her.

  With her legs spread wide, Bailey balanced her right foot on the door and dug her fingers in his hair to keep him right where she needed him. “Just like that, don’t stop!” she panted and felt his tongue perform a rolling maneuver inside her, followed by long, lollypop-like licks from her vagina to her clitoris, up and down, over and around, to settle with a hard suck on her clitoris, repeating numerous times. The feeling was glorious. She’d never been so thoroughly eaten out and stroked before, so close, rocking faster upon his mouth and fingers, hanging on the precipice of an orgasmic explosion.

  The persistent buzzing started up again. Bailey opened her eyes; Lucas’s head was rapidly bobbing up and down between her thighs.

  She retrieved the phone from behind her and read the display. The name Rachel lit up brightly on the screen. Se
eing a woman’s name quickly sent the blood from her nether regions back to her brain. It was his private line. His business cell phone was still cradled on the console.

  Who’s Rachel?

  “Lucas?” she called to him while staring at the phone beside her. His head came up, his face from nose to chin practically coated in her juices, looking just as passion drunk as she felt. “Your phone.” She sat up and turned off the music. He stared out as if confused by her words. “Answer it,” she said. He spread her legs and brought his mouth back down. As he licked and sucked the lips of her sex, his hand snatched the phone from the seat. “What?” he growled into the phone, and then continued to lick and flick her clitoris.

  “Is that any way to speak to your mother?”

  Hearing Lucas’s mother, as if she could see her through the phone, Bailey hastily grabbed her thong and shorts from the floor and put them back on in record speed.

  “Why are you on Rachel’s phone?” Lucas asked his mother. He licked his lips and accepted the napkin Bailey handed him from the minibar to wipe her cream from his mouth and chin.

  “Your cousin is visiting with us here at the beach house. I borrowed her phone. I tried calling from my phone, but you wouldn’t answer. I figured you’d pick up if you didn’t know it was me. I see I was right.”

  Discovering that Rachael was a relative and not another woman, Bailey relaxed a bit and sat back.

  “This isn’t a good time, Mother.” With the phone to his ear, half listening to his mother, he leaned in, and she allowed him to give her a peck on the lips, followed by another, that turned into full on tongues rolling together, so weak she was for his kisses. Tasting her heat on his tongue provoked her overstimulated body into a shudder of need. His free hand caressed her exposed breast with them kissing in short, hurried nips and licks.

  “Lucas, are you listening to me? It’s the least you could do,” his mother huffed, practically yelling into the phone with full irritation in her voice.

  Unable to help herself, Bailey nipped his bottom lip and tongued him in deep, sweeping thoroughness before uttering against his mouth, “Talk to your mother.” He continued to kiss her in a fevered rush. She reared back and lightly gripped his chin to get him to look at her. “Lucas, talk to her.”

  “Is that Sandy? That’s why I’m calling. Let me speak to her.”

  Sandy! She didn’t just ... Bailey gaped. A giant tub of ice water had been pour over her, chilling her to the bone. That’s what it felt like. He reached for her. “Don’t.” Annoyed, she batted his hand away and began looking around the floor for her flip-flops.

  “Mother, it’s not her,” Lucas answered with his jaws set when she asked again to speak to Sandra. “Really, this isn’t a good time.” He attempted another kiss, but Bailey shoved him hard in the chest.

  “Well, I called to ask if you were planning to bring Sandy as your date to your sister’s wedding. I’m confirming the guest list, and I haven’t received a commitment from you on your plus one. Sandy said she plans to talk to you about it when you two get together on Friday. Will she be joining you at the pre-wedding dinner as well?”

  Hearing that, Bailey’s eyes narrowed before she looked away. But you say you’re not seeing Sandra, that you’re just business associates. Bullshit. I’m such an idiot. Men, they’re all the same.

  He took hold of her chin and forced her to look at him. Holding her arctic glare, he said to his mother, “I’m not bringing Sandra to the wedding or to anything, ever. We’re not involved. Are we clear, Mother?”

  “But, Lucas, she said you two have a date scheduled, so I thought—”

  “I’ll call you tomorrow. Good night.” He ended the call. “Are we clear, Bailey?”

  “Whatever.” Bailey straightened her top and crossed her legs. Her nipples ached, her pussy throbbed, and the crotch of her shorts was soaked, making her all the more pissed off that she’d let her guard down with him. I’m so stupid.

  “Since my father passed, my mother tends to call me quite often. What’s more, she always speaks loudly whenever she walks along the beach, as if the ocean waves prevent me from hearing her.” A light chuckle.

  Bailey looked out her window, crossed her arms at her chest, and delivered a clip answer back, “Whatever, Mr. Marx.”

  “I’m Mr. Marx again.” A sigh. “I see we’re back there then.” He moved back to the seat and combed his fingers through his hair as he said, “Sandra and I aren’t together. Our families have been friends for many years. To be honest with you, my mother would like to see Sandra and me become a couple again. It’s not happening.”

  “Whatever you say.” Bailey scanned the console. “Where’s the button to talk to Isaac. I want to tell him to take me home.”

  Lucas frowned. “You’re not coming to my place?”

  “Nope.”

  “Why? We’re a block away.”

  “Look, I’m tired and in no mood to play twenty questions.”

  He stared at her for a long moment before tapping the intercom and gave Isaac instructions.

  They remained silent throughout the trip to her place.

  Standing at her door, Bailey turned to face him with her key in hand and her eyes downcast, too annoyed, mainly with herself, to even look at him. He brought her chin up with the side of his index finger and her frigid eyes met his.

  “I actually enjoyed the Movie on the Mall.” His tone was soft, sweet.

  Unfazed. “Yep,” she responded dryly.

  “Bailey—”

  “It’s late. I have to get up early. I’ll stop by in the morning to check on the progress of the work. Your girl, Sandy, expects a report first thing.”

  He bent to kiss her mouth, but she turned her head, reducing him to a mere kiss on the cheek. “Good night, Mr. Marx.” She quickly unlocked the door, entered, and closed it in his face.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Bailey came back inside the apartment. “Of all days, I don’t need this right now,” she grumbled on her way into the kitchen and washed her hands.

  Sienna followed behind her. “Just let me ask Kevin to take another look at it,” she suggested for the third time.

  Faith came into the living room and plopped down on the couch. “Hey, Bails, I thought you left.”

  “My car won’t start.” Bailey turned back to Sienna. “And absolutely not. I told you what he said to me yesterday.” She ripped off a paper towel and dried her hands. “He was wrong for what he said, but I understand his feelings. I’ll catch the bus.”

  “You know the bus doesn’t run near Lucas’s place. You’ll have to walk about a mile from the nearest stop to his house. By then, you’ll be drenched. It’s seven o’clock and already close to eighty degrees.”

  “I know. I’m clammy from fiddling around out there with that damn car.” Bailey tugged at her silk blouse sticking to her skin. “I’ll call an Uber. It’ll cost me a fortune because I’ll have to take it from his place into the city at rush hour, but I have to go over there to review the work. Sandra’s expecting a report when I get in today.”

  “So his mother is team Sandy, huh? You said she’s tight with the family.”

  “Yes, it seems that way, but it’s cool. It helped me put things back in check.”

  “You said Lucas told his mother that he wasn’t involved with her. Bails, you need to talk to the man. Place the whole Sandra issue on the table, lay it all out.”

  “There’s nothing to talk about. He’s taking her to the art event. From where I sit, that’s involved. I know what he wants from me. I’m sure that’s pretty much all he wants. I don’t want to talk about him anymore.” Sienna followed her to her bedroom. Bailey began removing her clothes, stripping down to her bra and panties. “I need to get my ride, but first, I need to take another shower.”

  “Let me handle your ride. You go get ready.” Sienna left the room, but then poked her head back in. “You’re still coming tonight, right? Don’t forget, it’s formal. Black tie formal.”

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bsp; Bailey gasped. “Geez, why didn’t you tell me? I wouldn’t miss it, but now I have to find something to wear.” She stepped across the hall into the bathroom.

  • • •

  Lucas pulled up and parked in front of Bailey’s building. He got out of his car just as Kevin stepped out of his apartment. It would seem they locked eyes on one another at precisely the same moment. Neither man balked from the piercing challenge as they passed each other on the sidewalk.

  Standing at Bailey’s door, Lucas kept hard eyes on the man that was doing the same to him. Kevin cut a contemptuous look over at Lucas’s Ferrari before he climbed into the Jeep Cherokee that was parked beside it and drove away.

  Just friends my ass.

  He took a moment to settle the slight rise in primal aggression that seeped in him from the mere sight of Kevin. Lucas also prepared himself for pissed off Bailey to emerge as Sienna had warned him when she’d called. After the way things ended between them last night, he expected it.

  He knocked on the door. A moment later, it opened, and he was greeted by an attractive blond dressed in a fluffy pale blue bathrobe. “Good morning, I’m Lucas Marx. I’m here to see Bailey.”

  “I know. I’m her friend, Faith.” Her head turned. “Bails,” she hollered over her shoulder, then turned back. “Come in. Have a seat.” She beckoned a hand at the barstools over by the counter, and they both sat down. “Can I get you anything? I was about to have some tea.”

  “No, thanks.”

  As she added sugar to her cup, she said, “It’s great to finally meet you.” She crossed her legs, and the robe separated, revealing smooth pale skin far up the split of her thighs.

  Lucas’s gaze dipped and then came up. Her blue eyes glinted as she slowly rotated the spoon in her cup. Awareness bloomed when she didn’t bother covering herself, merely rocked her crossed leg between his while giving him a long look.

  Their attention was drawn to the voices coming from down the hall. Lucas heard Bailey say, not bothering to whisper, “What’s he doing here?”