Rebel in a Suit (Cockiest Suits Book 4)

by Alex Wolf

  “It’s fine.” I walk toward her, and she backs up a step.

  She’s on edge. Instinctively shying away. Something happened.

  I’m going to kill that motherfucker.

  Claire has on a pair of leggings and an oversized sweatshirt. Normally her hair would be piled up on her head when she’s dressed like this but it’s down and she keeps turning that side away so I can’t see.

  Rage courses through my veins, but I have to be calm and collected. She doesn’t need me blowing up in front of her. I have to stay calm—until I see that bitch, Brian, again.

  “Show me.”

  “Show you what?” She moves around the island, keeping it between us. She smiles, but there’s pain in her eyes.

  I’d recognize it anywhere. “Don’t play games.”

  “I don’t understand.”

  “Show me what he did to you.”

  Her smile falters. “I don’t know what…”

  “Claire?”

  “Yeah?”

  “It’s okay. Let’s see.”

  Her eyes well up again. “Please promise me this stays between us.” Her voice cracks.

  I nod.

  “Jaxson will kill him. He has enough going on right now.”

  I can’t help but notice she’s worried about her brother right after she’s been assaulted. You can’t buy that kind of love and loyalty. I respect the shit out of it, but that little shit isn’t going to get away with what he did.

  “Fine. I’ll kill him. Show me.”

  She sits down on a barstool and pushes her hair back off her shoulder. I stalk over to her and tilt her face toward the light. The skin on her cheek is swollen and red. I brush my thumb over the mark and she winces.

  “He’s fucking dead.”

  “Max?”

  I shake my head. “No. If I see him, he better fucking run. What happened?” I continue to stroke her jawline, unable to pull my hand away.

  “We were already broken up.” She looks away at the wall and tells me everything that happened.

  I want to smile at the fact she told him I fucked her with my huge cock, but that’d be poor form in the moment. She could’ve been hurt way worse.

  “I’m sorry this happened to you. And that I caused it.”

  “It wasn’t your fault.”

  “I know. But, I complicated things for you.”

  “He ripped the dress.” Another tear rolls down her cheek.

  I catch it with my finger and brush my thumb across her face to wipe it away. “Claire?”

  “Y-yeah?”

  “It’s just a dress. We’ll get you another one.”

  “I shouldn’t have come here. I was just so scared and knowing he was on the other side of the walls...”

  I pull her into a hug and stroke her hair. “It’s fine. Don’t apologize for wanting to be safe. You’re safe here.” Without thinking I drop a kiss on the top of her head. Fuck, her hair is so soft. I want to bury my nose in it.

  She sniffs. “Thank you. I know you’re busy and have a lot going on. You shouldn’t have to deal with my issues.”

  She’s not wrong. This bullshit is why I didn’t want to hire her. The girl always has drama going on, but this is acceptable. She has a right to feel safe and not have some cocksucker assaulting her.

  And there’s another thing I can’t get off my mind—the fact that I like her being here. It feels, right.

  I let out a long sigh.

  Fuck.

  I need two things. A buzz and pussy.

  It’s a bad idea but fuck it. She looks like she could use a drink too.

  “Let’s go out to the balcony.” I kick my shoes off and grab a joint and a bottle of liquor.

  She follows me out the sliding glass door and takes the seat opposite mine and pulls her knees up to her chin.

  Even slightly bent she’s beautiful as she gazes at me from under her lashes. She’s so small and petite. I’d look like an idiot trying to sit that way, but it just looks natural for her.

  Putting the joint between my lips, I spark a lighter in front of it.

  I take a hard pull and inhale the smoke until I feel I can’t breathe.

  Extending my hand, I offer a hit to Claire.

  Jaxson would have my ass for this, but it’ll mellow her out. We both need it. It’s been one hell of a night.

  Willingly, she accepts it and takes a few small puffs.

  A welcomed silence stretches between us as we smoke and stargaze, both seemingly lost in our own thoughts.

  I keep feeling her stare penetrate my skin.

  “How do you feel?”

  “Better.”

  “Wanna feel even better?” Jesus, I’m higher than I thought.

  Buzz—check.

  Pussy—in progress.

  Her head nods slightly.

  I put the roach out in the ashtray and go down on my knees in front of her.

  “Do you trust me to make you feel good?”

  She nods again and her eyelashes flutter and close when my hand slides up her leg. “Please.”

  Claire

  Good.” He smiles up at me. “I want to taste your sweet pussy.”

  I must be blazed out of my mind because there’s no way he just said that out loud.

  I hope I remember his words tomorrow because it’s so going in my book. Gently, he slides my leggings off.

  “What if someone sees us?”

  He stares right at my pussy and his eyes heat it to a billion degrees. “I don’t give a fuck.”

  Jesus.

  My head falls back against the chair. It’s been a rough day, and this is exactly what I need.

  Greedily, his fingers massage my thighs and he’s getting dangerously close to where I want him. I can’t help but smile as I sit here like a queen on a throne being worshiped at the altar.

  He looks like a man on a quest, looking to conquer something. God, he’s so powerful and sexy and just—fucking hot.

  Max forces my legs farther apart.

  I want to touch him but I’m hesitant. As if he can read my mind, he takes my hands in his and brings them to his hair.

  The strands of blond hair are silky to the touch as I caress my fingers over his scalp.

  His massage soon turns to kisses along my legs, teasing me more and more every time he gets close, then he backs away.

  I’m about to come undone already.

  He brushes his thumb lightly across my pussy, nothing but a thin layer of fabric separating our skin. “I’m going to kiss you here.”

  “Please.” I pant as he teases me, rubbing his finger in a lazy circle over my clit.

  God, I don’t think I’ve ever been so wet in my life.

  He tugs the white cotton to the side, exposing me. I feel like I might combust. I gasp when he licks the entire length of my seam, his tongue landing on my clit. He flicks his tongue across it and up to his top lip, staring into my eyes the whole time.

  “Claire?”

  “Y-yeah?” I practically moan my word at him.

  “I’ve never tasted anything sweeter than this pussy.”

  “Oh my God. Please don’t stop.”

  I tilt my hips up, needing more of his lips on me. I want his tongue inside me.

  He glares at my panties like they’re standing in the way of what he wants. “These are in my way. I want you bare.” His fingers tug on the waistband of my white briefs and rips them in half. Then he repeats it on the other side and pulls them off me in tatters. I don’t miss the fact that he shoves them in his pocket.

  “I’ll make a note of that, Mr. Bass.”

  His eyes roll up to mine and there’s a spark of excitement in them. “Make a note of this while you’re at it.”

  He slides a finger into me as his tongue flattens across my clit and then sweeps back and forth over it.

  My fingers tighten in his hair and pull his head closer. I try to moan but it comes out as a gasp of gibberish. I’ve never felt anything like this in my life. My enti
re body is electric and it all pulses straight down onto his tongue.

  A firm hand grips my hip and his fingers dig in, holding me right where he wants me with my legs over his shoulders.

  He works another finger in and explores the depths of me. He curls his fingers up and hits my spot just right. Another gasp comes out of me.

  “There it is.” I feel his lips curl into a smile on my pussy.

  He’s learning me. Analyzing everything. Watching every reaction.

  Not that he needs to. My brain won’t stop screaming what a fucking god he is for pressing every erogenous button in my body with ease.

  He keeps his tongue working back and forth then circles as his fingers slowly stretch me out.

  “So. Fucking. Tight.”

  I forget where I am. Everything fades away. The motherlode of all orgasms is building in my core, and it won’t be long before I give in.

  To hell with the weed. His tongue is a drug I could get addicted to.

  Using the arms of the chair for support I arch my back needing him deeper.

  “I’m so close.” My words come out on a pant as the sweet ache pulses between my thighs.

  He keeps his fingers working as he stares up at me. “Come all over my fucking mouth then.”

  Before I can respond, his tongue is on me again, stroking my clit harder and faster than before.

  Max’s fingers damn near fuck me into a coma when his mouth latches onto my clit and he hums all over it.

  The man eats my pussy like it’s the last meal on earth. Like a ravenous dog. I can hear him growling against my sensitive skin.

  It’s too much to hold back. I follow his orders exactly as instructed.

  A whimper escapes my lips as my whole body tenses, and I squeeze around his fingers. I convulse, shake, and rock. My fingers dig into his scalp and I can’t stop saying his name over and over as the orgasm rolls through me in waves.

  Once my body relaxes, I can barely breathe as he gets up and pulls me to my feet.

  “Let’s get you into a bath and then bed.” His voice is smooth like whiskey as he sweeps me up off my feet and into his arms.

  He carries me the entire way. Upstairs in the massive bathroom with a tub big enough I could swim in, Max sits me on the edge while he starts running the water.

  I don’t know what it is about him. Maybe it’s the buzz or the orgasm but I don’t feel self-conscious. I feel cherished.

  Special.

  Once the tub is halfway full I watch as he strips down to nothing. The camera didn’t showcase how good he looks in person. It’s a hundred times better live. A tribal tattoo covers the expanse of his broad chest and travels down his side.

  I can’t stop staring at him. His cock juts out, hard and rigid.

  Max smirks when he sees me lick my lips.

  “See something you like?”

  I’d usually blush in a situation like this, but I don’t for some reason.

  I reply by pulling my sweatshirt over my head, revealing I’m not wearing a bra. Two can play at this game.

  Maxwell

  I’m in the tub with Claire. She’s right here between my legs while I massage her shoulder. My cock has never been so hard in my life. I ache to be inside her. After what that asshole put her through she deserves to be pampered and treated like a queen. She should feel safe and cherished, and not have one ounce of fear in her body. A real man takes care of what’s his. When I’m with someone special they get everything they need. When I enter into a relationship it isn’t just about sex. It’s about building trust.

  Not that this is a relationship, but there’s something special about Claire. I want her in ways I haven’t wanted a woman in a long time.

  I haven’t wanted to trust anyone in forever. The shit my ex-girlfriend and ex-best-friend put me through fucked with my head for a long time. Sandra helped me work through it and for that, she’ll always be a great friend, but spending time with Claire shows me I need more. I want more than I’ve wanted from a woman in the past.

  It’s crazy though. Claire and I are nowhere near that territory. I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing with her. She was supposed to be an assistant, not be mine. I don’t even know how she’ll react when she finds out what I’m into. What I need. I can already imagine her wearing my collar around her slender throat.

  How fucking sexy it will be to chain her up and fuck her ass.

  Jesus. I shake my head even thinking about how absurd it is.

  How will she react when she finds out? I never get nervous. But my stomach twists in knots when I think about it—her. I am who I am.

  But, for the first time since I can remember—I’m worried.

  She rests her head back on my shoulder and stares up at me. “Thank you for tonight.”

  “Not a problem at all.” I press my lips briefly to hers and she turns to straddle me. Her hot little pussy is rubbing over the head of my dick and I want nothing more than to impale her.

  Every cell in my body screams at me to take her, but my brain tells me I shouldn’t—even if it kills me. I know when I fuck Claire there will be no turning back. I’ll get lost in her. If there’s one thing I know for a fact, it’s that I’ll fall for her.

  Her hips roll as she grinds against me, teasing the tip of my cock with her pussy lips.

  Her hands rest on my shoulders as she stares into my eyes. The tip of my cock is right against her entrance, and she pushes herself so that it parts her slick folds.

  Claire goes rigid and grimaces.

  I close my eyes and a groan catches in my throat. Fucking hell, she’s so damn tight. I may be high, but I know virgin pussy when I feel it against my thick cock.

  “Claire…” I grip her shoulders and pull away. “Are you a virgin?”

  Her teeth graze over her swollen bottom lip and she nods.

  My ass hammers against the backside of the tub as I push myself away. I shake my head at her. “No. Not like this.”

  Her jaw clenches. “I want you. I want this.” She moves closer and I hold her away with my hands. “I don’t expect anything in return, or after or whatever. I just, want to be with you.”

  Every muscle in my body tightens, and I sit there and stare at her, naked in my tub. Fuck, she’s so pure and innocent. Everything I’m not. I can’t do this, and yet I’ve never wanted anything more. I could claim her. Be the first and only.

  The devil on my shoulder keeps telling me if I don’t do it she’ll run out and fuck some assbasket just to get it over with. Or to get over me. Christ, she’s perfect.

  I have to do this. We’re like magnets, pulling each other together no matter how hard I resist.

  The angel on my other shoulder doesn’t say shit because Claire rolls her hips and rubs her tight cunt over my cock. I close my eyes.

  God, forgive me.

  I’m powerless to resist.

  “Please.” She inches herself onto me.

  My eyes spring open and I can tell she’s in pain already. I place my palms on each side of her face, and nod. “You ready?”

  She returns my nod.

  I kiss her. Not like a normal, passionate kiss. A kiss that is sweet and sensual and tells her that everything will be okay and she can stop whenever she wants. My tongue sweeps over hers as I thrust a little harder into her.

  She sucks in a huge breath and a whimper catches in her throat.

  I stroke her hair back behind her ears and keep kissing her with my hands on her face as I push all the way in.

  I groan when she squeezes around me and think I might pass out. It’s so hot and tight and she’s so perfect. Tears spring up in the corners of her eyes, but she’s smiling. I kiss them away and I rock back slow and easy, not wanting to hurt her any more than I have to.

  “Are you okay?” I press my forehead against hers.

  She nods against me. “Yeah. Perfect.”

  I can’t remember ever fucking a woman like this. It’s because I’m not fucking her. I’m making love to her, somet
hing I never do. It’s emotional sex of the highest form, and God help me if I don’t feel my heart pinching a little with each thrust, knowing I’m giving her more of myself than I’ve ever given anyone.

  Guiding her hips, I control the pace, taking her slow and easy no matter how bad I want to rut into her.

  Fuck, I need to have her in my bed—under me. I want her to come on my cock and remember this night forever.

  “Come on.”

  After toweling our bodies off faster than humanly possible I spread her legs, naked on my bed.

  I should be careful and be safe, but I want nothing more than to mark her. I want to come inside her virgin pussy.

  As I join her in bed I can’t help but notice her staring at my camera.

  The thought of being able to watch this later makes my cock grow another inch. “Want it on?”

  “Yes.”

  I move from the bed long enough to press record. Then I walk back toward her slowly, stroking my shaft. Claire watches every single movement.

  Her fingers twitch and I know she wants to touch herself but she’s nervous. Goddamn, I’m going to enjoy helping her explore her sexuality.

  “Touch yourself, like you already did in that same spot.” It’s a command, not a request.

  Her hand slides between the valley of her breasts. At a leisurely pace she runs her fingers over her nipples. They harden under her fingers and I stroke myself harder and faster.

  I watch as she lets go and her hand moves lower to her clit, rubbing it in a lazy circle.

  The bed dips under my weight as I lay next to her.

  I take her hand by the wrist. “Now touch me.” I guide her hand to my aching cock. Her dainty fingers can barely wrap around me, and they slide up and down, slow and steady.

  Then I say something I’ve never told another woman in my entire life. “You’re in control. Show me what you’d have done if I’d walked in on you.”

  Her mouth curves into a smile and she sits up on her knees. Good girl.

  Her tongue starts just above my balls and she licks up the length of my shaft. Electricity pulses through my limbs at her touch. Her sweet mouth is tight as she suctions her lips over the head of my cock.