Rebel in a Suit (Cockiest Suits Book 4)

by Alex Wolf

  “Why thank you.” I try to twist around to look at him, but he digs his fingers into my hips and holds me in place.

  “Stay still.”

  Suddenly his finger is rubbing some kind of gel on my asshole and pushing in slightly. I gasp at the pressure from the sudden intrusion. Next thing I know he inserts something into me and it feels strange but good. I do my best to relax, but it all feels so—foreign.

  “I’m going to have a lot of fun with you.” He kisses my butt and nips me with his teeth again before fixing my dress. “You look so gorgeous.” His hands rest on my shoulders momentarily as he stares at us together in the mirror. We really do look amazing, like a couple. His hand moves to his pocket and whatever he put inside me vibrates, sending a wave of pleasure coursing through my legs.

  “Does it feel good?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Good. Let’s go.” He takes me by the hand.

  He can’t be serious. I can’t go to the party like this. How will I even walk?

  Maxwell

  It takes her a moment to get used to the plug, but before long she’s walking along at a decent pace. When we get in the backseat of the car and the driver pulls out onto the road, I push the vibrate button on my phone. I smile like the devil when she shudders and her eyes close. Claire becomes mine tonight. She doesn’t know it yet but the necklace I gave her is my collar.

  I will have her. I can’t fight this shit any longer. One taste of her pussy and I knew I was gone. Fucking kryptonite pussy. She has it.

  “Max…It’s too much. I can’t...” Her fingers dig into my thigh.

  I start to think maybe she’s not cool with it.

  But, her eyes roll over to mine. “I need you right now.”

  Goddamn right you do, forever.

  “Later.” I smirk and turn the plug off.

  Her face scrunches up. “You suck.”

  “Oh yeah. I will suck.” I lean next to her. “On your clit later.”

  We make it to the event and when we step out of the car a photographer takes our picture for the Dallas society page in the newspaper.

  I give her a quick glance. “Don’t fidget.”

  Her fingers move away from her collar.

  “Sorry. It’s just so gorgeous and expensive. I’m afraid of losing it.”

  “You won’t.” I grin, knowing the clasp only opens if I unlock it with a special key.

  We make our entrance and there are so many eyes on Claire. I glare at any of the men, so they know who she’s with. They can look but never touch.

  She’s mine and only mine.

  I’m fucking eager to get this party over with and get her to the club, so I can show her a brand new world. My world. The world I want to share with her. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous. I don’t know how she’s going to react, even though I think she’ll love it.

  “Mr. Bass. Glad you could make it. And who is this?” Carter Wilkes raises his brow and grins at Claire.

  I have to force a smile. I can’t fuck this up. “This is Claire.”

  “Wow. You look like an absolute angel.” The old fucker stares at her tits and I can tell it makes her uncomfortable by the way she shifts.

  I knew he’d be a little ridiculous. He’s onboard with the deal, but his younger brother is a real asshole.

  Claire offers him a weak smile and I take her farther into the room. Their family owns an art collection that my client wants to buy for a museum he plans on opening. If I negotiate this contract well, I stand to earn retirement-type money.

  Claire stiffens as I hand her a flute of champagne.

  “What’s wrong?” I didn’t turn the plug back on.

  “At the bar.” She takes a hefty drink.

  I expect to see her brother or something, but no, it’s that motherfucker Brian. Anger bubbles up but I have to keep my cool. I can’t afford to make a scene.

  I’m going to kill this piece of shit. Soon.

  “What’s he doing here?” It’s more rhetorical. I don’t expect an answer. I don’t really care. All I know is he’s a dead man walking.

  He spots Claire and starts in our direction. I shoot him a cold look and he turns the other way and nearly rams into a table like a fucking douche.

  Thank God she never fucked him. I cringe at the thought.

  “Come on. We have a few other people to meet.”

  She downs the rest of her champagne and I tell her to slow down. I don’t want her wasted.

  It isn’t long before dinner is served, and Brian takes a seat across from us next to Carter’s sister.

  The old bitch stares up at us. “Claire? I thought you were dating Brian. He’s my grandson.”

  Everyone at the table turns to Claire. She stares at me like she had no idea, and I believe her, but we still have to get through this bullshit.

  “Grandma. Now isn’t the time.” Brian gulps when he sees me glaring at him.

  I’m sure he doesn’t want me telling his family how he put his hands on her.

  “Claire is my date this evening, Mrs. Wilkes.”

  “Eleanor, please. And what a shame. I really thought you two were going to get married.” She turns to Brian.

  I don’t know how much more of this shit I can take. Fuck it.

  Claire coughs and I press the button for the vibrator. She pushes back her chair abruptly.

  I grin.

  “If you’ll excuse me. I need to use the ladies’ room.” Her eyes narrow into slits as she looks at me.

  “I hope it wasn’t something I said.” Eleanor looks clueless.

  I’m having way too much fun with this as Claire walks away.

  I wait a few minutes and excuse myself as well.

  I pull my phone and send a text to Claire.

  Maxwell: You better not be removing the plug.

  I turn up the intensity as I stand outside the bathroom. I hear her yelp and can’t resist going in. She doesn’t see me as I ease the door shut. I crank the plug up a little higher.

  “Oh God.” She grips the bathroom sink.

  “Close.”

  Her head whips around to me. “Max. I can’t. Please.”

  I lock the door and stroll over to her. “Not much longer. I promise. But for now. I spin her around and push her dress up on her hips. I have to bite back a groan at the sight of her pink swollen pussy, just aching for my mouth.

  I go down on my knees and give her clit a kiss. Her legs tremble when my mouth presses on her.

  “Please.” She lets out a deep exhale. “I need you.”

  “I know exactly what you need. Soon.” I turn the plug off and pull her dress down. “Patience is a virtue.”

  Claire glares at me and I discreetly exit the bathroom.

  When she returns to the table I smile and the band starts to play.

  “Dance with me.” I don’t ask her. I tell her.

  Her hand finds mine and I lead her to the floor. Pulling her body close to mine I want nothing more than to take her right here. I can practically smell her pussy under the thin layers of fabric on her dress.

  “The things I want to do to you right now.” I growl in her ear and nip at the shell. “You are so fucking sexy, Claire.”

  A tap on my shoulder pulls me out of our moment. “Make an old man happy and let me cut in,” Carter says. “My brother is ready to hear your proposal.”

  I eye him up and down, and look at Claire, letting her know I’ll be right back. “Excuse me.” I turn to Carter and give him a stern look. “Hands to yourself.”

  “Of course, son.”

  I laugh and make my way to where Bill waits alone.

  Claire

  Nothing says uncomfortable like dancing with an old man with a butt plug shoved up your ass. I swear to God if Max turns it on while I’m dancing with Father Time I may kill him. He won’t have to worry about what my brother will do to him. Thank God it wasn’t Brian who asked to dance.

  “I hear you dated my great nephew.”

  “I
did, but it didn’t work out.” Jesus, this is awkward.

  “Between me and you. I’m glad. I never liked that ungrateful little shit.”

  I try to suppress my laugh but can’t.

  Carter smiles at me.

  “I like you, Claire. I like Mr. Bass too. You make a nice couple. The way he looks at you reminds me of the way I looked at my late wife, Coral.”

  “I’m sorry for your loss.”

  “Oh, that was a long time ago. She died young and I couldn’t bring myself to marry again after I lost her.” He has this sad faraway look in his eyes and my heart aches for him. “Thank you for the dance.” He brings my knuckles to his lips.

  “Thank you. It isn’t every night I get to dance with a true gentleman.”

  Carter smiles faintly and wanders off. I glance around the room in search of Max but don’t see him. I hope he’s closing his deal so we can get the hell out of here.

  I head over to the bar for a drink to kill some time. I’m tempted to go to the bathroom and take this damn plug out, but I don’t know what Max will do. He’s having way too much fun with it, but part of me knows I love it too. Hopefully, it pays off in all the ways he’s promised.

  I feel ready to burst I want to orgasm so bad. I might pass out when he finally gives it to me.

  My ass vibrates and my head whips around the room. I see him grinning at me from a table near the back where he must be talking to Carter’s brother.

  The vibrating stops and he gets back to business.

  Asshole. I smile at my dirty thoughts.

  “Having a good time?” Brian scoots into the empty seat next to me.

  “Yep.” I pop the p.

  “Want to dance?”

  “Nope.” I do the pop thing again.

  “Because of your boyfriend?”

  “He’s my boss. I’m here for work. Don’t mess this up for me like you already did once, Brian. I told you we’re over. Leave me alone.”

  “I get it. I screwed up. I’m only asking for a dance. That’s it.”

  “Brian…”

  “You want me to make a scene?” He takes me by the hand and leads me to the center of the floor. I don’t know what to do. If I resist he might fuck this up for Max. If I go through with it, Max will be pissed. I can’t win. Everything is like a whirlwind of doubt I wasn’t prepared for.

  I steal a look in Max’s direction knowing this won’t end well. He’s deep in conversation and not paying attention. Maybe I can get this over with fast before he even notices. I don’t want to ruin this deal he’s worked so hard for.

  A slow song comes on.

  Fuck!

  Brian pulls me in close, and I try to fight to keep distance between us.

  “I wish I could go back and make things right.”

  I close my eyes. “Brian…please. I don’t want to do this.”

  He presses his body against mine. “We fit together nicely.” I can feel the erection tenting in his pants.

  “You need to stop.”

  His face grows red. “Why? Because you’re fucking that guy?” He raises his voice and people around us take notice.

  “Please.” I practically beg him to stop.

  His jaw tenses. “Remember? You told me you fucked him and his huge cock.” He shakes his head. “What a little slut. Fucking your way to the top, huh?”

  His hand moves lower on my back and he grabs my ass.

  Tears well up in my eyes. “Please don’t do this.”

  “You owe me, Claire. I waited months to fuck you and the moment we break up you run off and bang some asshole who gives you a little attention.” His hand moves up under my dress. “He dressed you up like his whore.”

  “You’re drunk.” I shove his shoulders to get him away from me, but he yanks me back against his crotch.

  Everything seems like it happens in slow motion, but at the same time I don’t have time to react.

  Max rips him away from me and blasts him in the face.

  Brian tumbles to the ground and blood gushes from his nose.

  “Don’t put your fucking hands on her again!” Max towers over him and glares.

  Brian paws at his face. “Fuck you! Both of you. She’s nothing but a little whore. You’ll see.”

  Max goes after him again, but I grab him by the shoulders.

  “Please stop!”

  The music halts and everyone stares. I hold my hand over my mouth trying not to cry. I probably ruined the deal for him. This will cost him and the firm so much money.

  “I’m sorry.” I whisper against his chest as it expands and contracts with each of his deep breaths.

  “I don’t give a shit about the fucking deal. He had his hands all over you. You’re mine. Nobody touches you. Nobody!” His forehead comes to rest against mine. Breathing hard he kisses my lips briefly, and his palms move to my face. “Are you okay?”

  I nod against his touch. I want to get lost in it, disappear from this place.

  The man he was talking to walks over to us.

  Max leans up and bows out his chest. “Apologies for this, but…”

  The man cuts him off. “I never liked that little shit.” He holds a hand up. “He’s had it coming. Call me on Monday. I’ll do the deal. You’ve got balls, Mr. Bass. I like that.” He grins.

  “Thank you, sir.” Max extends his hands and they shake on it.

  When we get outside Max starts laughing. “Did that really just happen?” He hooks his thumb over his shoulder.

  “It did.” I lean up against him.

  He takes me in his arms. “You’re sure you’re okay? He didn’t hurt you?” He inspects my entire body, his eyes raking up and down.

  I grip his hand. “I’m fine. And I’m so happy for you.”

  He picks me up and twirls me around. “Woo!” His word echoes off into the night.

  We get in the back of his private car and Max pulls me onto his lap. My dress pushes up my stomach as I straddle him. and his head lands between my breasts. I can tell he’s still amped up on adrenaline and I’d love for him to put that energy to good use.

  Freeing his cock from his pants I need him inside me now. I can’t wait a second longer.

  I grind my pussy against his dick. I’m so wet for him.

  He pushes upward and shoves his thick cock into me. It’s not making love this time. It’s primal and raw and ridiculously hot.

  Max pushes the straps of my dress down, exposing my tits. “God I love being inside you.” His mouth caps over my nipple and he bites down as I grind on him, rolling my hips from side to side.

  He wraps my hair up in his fist and tugs my head back as he thrusts up into me.

  A moan parts my lips, and his cock pressing up against the plug in my ass has me about to lose my mind. I’m so close to orgasm when the car suddenly stops.

  “We’re here.” He pulls out of me and grins.

  “Gotta be fucking kidding me right now?” My whole body is about to combust. I contemplate coming all over the leather upholstery.

  I get my shit together and fix my clothes, not without letting him know I’m unhappy with my orgasm situation.

  He runs his fingers through my hair and combs out the tangles. “Soon.”

  Maxwell

  I lead Claire inside the club and her eyes widen. “What is this place?”

  “My best kept secret.”

  I sign into the book and lead her to the bar.

  “Tonight is Hedonism night. Anything goes.”

  She looks around the room nervously. I can’t believe I ever contemplated bringing her here to fuck someone else. I think in my mind, I knew it was just a reason to get her here so I could fuck her myself.

  Claire’s mouth is agape, and she catches herself and closes it as she stares around. Couples are engaging in all sorts of crazy shit. Everyone’s naked, even the staff.

  “Relax. I’ll order us some drinks for our room.”

  “You have a room here?”

  “I’m a member.” I t
ake her by the hands. “We need to have a serious talk. I want tonight to be fun for you. And I want you to have this part of me. But, it’s up to you. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

  “Okay.” She clings to my hand and nods.

  A wave of doubt and anxiety rushes out of my body. I don’t know if I thought she’d storm out and never want to see me again, or what. But, she seems to be open minded which is a win in my book.

  “Someone will bring the shit to us. Come on. There’s someone I want you to meet.”

  Sandra has been dying to meet Claire since I talked to her. She wants to meet the woman who has my heart and earned my collar.

  We find her in the purple room. One of the owners is obsessed with Prince and the room is her homage to him.

  Sandra leans back in a chair while some guy sucks on her toes.

  “Enough.” She shoves at his head, and he kneels by her chair. “So, it’s true?” Her eyes focus on the collar around Claire’s neck. “She’s young. Beautiful too.”

  “Sandra this is Claire. Claire this is Sandra. She’s an old friend.”

  “Hi.” Claire gives her a small wave.

  “Please join.” Sandra holds her hands out, motioning to the empty seats.

  I nod at Claire, letting her know it’s okay, and pull her forward and into my lap as I take a seat next to Sandra.

  She dismisses the man.

  It leaves the three of us alone.

  A server brings a tray of drinks in and exits quickly. I give Claire a shot and take one for myself. Sandra declines.

  My cock presses against her ass and I slide my hand around and finger her pussy, continuing what we started on the way here.

  Claire lays her head back on my shoulder and moans.

  Sandra leans over and kisses Claire on the mouth. I can feel Claire’s pussy heat up around my finger. I would never share Claire with another man, but she’s been fantasizing about a threesome since she watched that video of me in my room. The video that started all of this. I reach into my pocket and turn the plug back on.

  Claire jolts and moans as Sandra claims her mouth.

  Sandra and Claire continue to kiss as I finger her pussy and she grinds her ass against my cock. Fuck I want her ass while Sandra eats her sweet cunt.