by CY Jones
“You say all this, yet you fucked some random you picked up at the bar. Did you also tell her all this flowery bullshit? Are you in love with her as well? Love and what your dick wants seem to be the same thing to you.”
“Now, jewel, you know better than that.”
“Do I?” I ask and I hate how vulnerable I sound. Tyson has gotten to me and I don’t like it. In fact, I hate it. I want to rip his throat out for making me feel what I’m feeling right now. This is just like when I told him I loved him and he walked away, calling me a liar.
“You tell me,” he says before he lowers himself to his knees and grabs the back of my head, forcing my face to his. When he kisses me, he dominates my mouth, leaving no question that he loves me, that he wants me. This type of passion can’t be faked and I give it back to him just as much as him. The passion is explosive and soon we’re stripping each other out our clothes. Once we’re both completely naked, he bends me over the curved arm of the chase and slams into me from behind. I cry out his name and he rewards me by pulling all the way out and slamming back inside even harder. He takes me like a beast and I crave the rawness of our coupling. It’s wild and sexy, not the sure strokes I’m used to from him. Tyson is on the edge and I am his relief.
“I love you, Jade, and I’ll never leave you. You-are-mine,” he says, driving each word in with his dick. I cum, moaning loudly when I really want to scream for all the world to hear.
He slaps my ass and I gush around him as another orgasm takes over. “My jewel likes being hit, do you?” he taunts before slapping me again, and I moan, relishing the heat on my cheeks.
“What’s that, jewel?” Slap again and this time he gets what he wants.
I cry out, “Yes.”
Satisfied, he goes back to his back-breaking pace and we cum together, him biting down on my earlobe, showing his dominance like some animal. When his lips move to my non-tattooed side, I figure out what he’s doing. He’s marking me for all to see. “Just in case someone forgets who you belong to,” he states when I give him a raised brow.
“That doesn’t prove I belong to you. That just says I just got fucked.”
“You’re right. Maybe I should take you to get that tattoo after all. We’ll tat my name across your pussy, then no one will be confused.”
“As long as you get my name tattooed along your dick just to be even and all.” I tease.
“Maybe we can come up with another place. How about here?” He says, running his finger across my ass and I shiver from his touch. Pulling me up, he turns me to his body and says, “or here?” He pinches my hardened nipples and I’m wet again, wanting his body like he didn’t just fuck the shit out of me. As if he can read minds, his dick rises alive and his playful pinches become harder. “Get on your knees, love. I miss the sight of your mouth wrapped around my dick.”
I do as he says with no complaint and take him in my mouth as he watches me with rapt attention, eyes blazing. He loves me at his mercy, and I love giving him what he wants. If someone were to walk into his office right now, they’d get quite the show. Before he explodes, he pulls me into his arms and hoists me up. My legs automatically wrap around him and he impales me. Backing us into the nearest sturdy surface, he fucks me just as hard as the first time, rattling his shelves and not giving a fuck about all the books and expensive knick knacks that fall from his shelves onto the floor. In and out he pounds into me. His lips move to my neck and he brands it like his dick brands my insides. With a roar that’s muffled by my skin, he cums hard, filling me to the brim. Making quick work with his expert fingers, he has me seeing fireworks as I explode from another orgasm.
We’re both breathing hard as he lowers me to my feet and I collapse against his heated body. “I love make up sex,” he murmurs against me and I laugh, agreeing with him. In this case, make up sex was epic. In his bathroom, he washes me off, leaving loving kisses along my skin, making the act take longer than needed. Finally, when we’re both dressed and able to keep our hands off each other, he says, “I meant everything I said, including the tattoo. As soon as you’re able, my name is going somewhere on your body.”
I roll my eyes at the possessive bastard. “And I meant what I said. I will get yours as long as you get mine on that virgin skin of yours.” I smile smugly, knowing no way he’ll do that.
Reading the look on my face he says, “You’re on.”
The rest of the work day goes by uneventful. I get a lot of looks from my co-workers, ranging from awe, jealousy, and, in Nancy’s case, full-on hate. Besides taking this job, I have no clue what her problem is with me and that really bothers me. She’s McHottie’s secretary now, so she should have stopped jonesing for this spot. Not able to let it go, I grab the mag and head to her desk. When I get there, she’s steadily typing something on her computer.
“What do you want? Can’t you see I’m busy?”
Slamming the magazine on her desk, I say, “I want to know why you left this on my desk?” She doesn’t even bother to look at the magazine; she knows exactly what I’m talking about. “What’s your problem with me?” I flat out ask.
Slowly, she lifts her gaze from her screen and clashes with mine in a challenge. “Do you really want to know why I dislike you?”
“Yes,” I answer, crossing my arms.
“I don’t like you because you don’t know your place. You haven’t done shit to get where you’re at but open your legs. I, on the other hand, had to work my butt off just to claw my way into this firm. At night, I go to school, studying my ass off to become a lawyer, and not once in the two years I have been here has any one of the top brass ever noticed me. Not once has Mr. Garfield asked to give me private tutoring or insight into the top law programs. Instead, he’s been spending all his knowledge on you, gutter trash that’s fucking one of his partners and his son. You didn’t earn anything, and don’t even deserve to work here.”
I hate that she feels this way and maybe in a way, what she says is true. If I hadn’t signed my deal with the Hastings and fucked Grayson, I wouldn’t even be here. Maybe Garfield wouldn’t have taken a shine to me if his son wasn’t interested in me. It’s hard to say.
“What? All of a sudden you have nothing to say?”
“I don’t know what you want me to tell you, Nancy.”
“She shouldn’t have to tell you anything,” a voice booms behind us, and I look behind her to see Grayson standing there with a scowl on his face.
“Mr. Hastings, I didn’t know you were there,” she replies hesitantly. I don’t blame her. McHottie is pretty scary when he’s mad and he looks pissed.
“I’m sure you didn’t or you wouldn’t have a need to say such horrible things. What did I tell you the last time would happen if I caught you saying hateful lies about Jade and myself?”
With trembling lips, she answers, “You’d fire me.”
“Exactly, so me telling you to pack up your stuff should come as no surprise.”
“No,” I say, wondering what the hell I’m doing. This woman has done nothing but torment me since I got here, am I really trying to save her job?
“No?” Both Nancy and McHottie repeat.
“It’s not her fault. This time, I’m the one who provoked her.”
“I was here the whole time, Jade. I know what happened,” McHottie says, nonplussed.
“Then you should know I was the one who came to her desk asking questions. You can’t fire her just because she said what she feels. I get it, I’m an intruder, and in her eyes, I haven’t earned my spot here. I’m not saying what she’s been doing is okay, but I understand it.”
“Jade, I need to see you in my office, now! Nancy, I’ll give you my decision before the end of the work day.” With that, he saunters off and I have no choice but to follow him. Maybe I should have kept my mouth shut.
As soon as I walk in his office, he waves his hand for me to take a seat. I do so in the leather wingback chair in front of his desk. The one his clients sit in. “Are you going to te
ll me why you decided to approach Nancy?” He asks.
“I wanted to clear the air and get answers. I wondered why she had so much animosity towards me and let curiosity get the better of me.”
“And did you get your answers?”
“I did.”
“And you believe them?”
“Shouldn’t I? What she said wasn’t exactly untrue. If I didn’t meet you and fuck you, I probably wouldn’t even be working here. If I never started working here, I would have never ran into Tyson or his father. Me opening my legs is what put me on the path I’m on. I’m not slaving in school like Nancy. This place wouldn’t even be on my radar if you didn’t recommend me to work here.”
“Don’t you see? All that doesn’t matter. Was it your intention to fuck me and work here?” he questions.
“No,” I answer.
“Did you even ask me or Nichole for a job here?”
“No, you two were the ones who pushed it on me.”
“Exactly, so stop thinking because I’ve been inside you is the reason why you have the opportunities you now have. They're your blessings. Never let anyone take that away from you.”
Smiling, I say, “You know, you’re pretty good at this. If you get bored of being a lawyer, you can always consider being a life coach.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” he teases, giving me a half smile that looks so cute on his usually stoic face.
“What are you going to do about Nancy?”
“What do you want me to do?” he questions, cocking his brow.
“I already told you. You shouldn’t fire her because I wanted the truth.”
He’s silent as he thinks over my request. “What will you give me for giving you what you want?” My eyes widen, my pulse races at the implication of his words. What game is McHottie playing at, and why drag me in when I don’t know the rules? He’s too wishy washy. I may think he’s thinking something and be totally wrong, or I can be right and he changes his mind later. I can’t read him. The look in his eyes is deceiving.
“What do you want?” I finally ask.
Coming from behind his desk, he walks over to me and pulls the chair out with me still sitting in it. Lowering himself to his knees before me, I watch him, astonished, as he pulls my shirt up, uncovering my belly. When he lays his hand on my stomach, palming it, I shiver despite the heat surrounding me. I’m glad I’m wearing a padded bra today or he’d see the hard nubs of my nipples barking for his attention. When his soft lips kiss my tummy, I almost lose my damn mind.
“I want you to go to dinner with me tonight,” he says, looking straight into my eyes.
“You mean with you and Nichole?” I clarify.
“No, just me.” Now I’m even more confused. Since when did McHottie want a ‘him and I’?
“I don’t think that’ll be a good idea,” I tell him.
“Why not?” he asks, genuinely curious.
“You know why. I’ve done my job. As soon as I push this kid out, our business will be done. There’s no need for any more hanky panky, and besides, I just got Tyson back. He’ll flip out if I go out to dinner alone with you.”
“Jade, it’s not like that I swear. Do I miss fucking you? Yes. If things were different and I weren’t married, I wouldn’t think twice about pulling this tight top off and sliding my dick between your tits, but I won’t betray my wife. It’s just a meal, nothing more. If you’re worried about Tyson, I’ll tell him.”
“Okay, I’ll go, but only if Tyson agrees,” I tell him once my pervy mind stops picturing the image he planted of his dick sliding in between my tits.
“Fair enough. I’ll let you know what he says.” Like it pains him to get up, he rises and goes back to his desk. When I feel like I can stand without falling over, I leave him to his work. When I pass Nany’s desk, she doesn’t glare at me like she usually would.
When I get back to my desk, Tyson is there waiting for me. “Hey, jewel, where have you been?”
“In Grayson’s office,” I answer honestly.
“Why?” he questions, stretching the word out.
“He overheard my conversation with Nancy and he was going to fire her and I told him not to.”
“Whoa, hold up, start from the beginning because I’m lost.”
When I’m done telling him everything, he practically yells, “Does that cocky asshole seriously think I’m allowing you to go to dinner alone with him?”
“Keep your voice down will you, and he seemed confident you will.”
“Well, allow me to go set him straight.” Judging by the look on his face, going to McHottie’s office is the last thing he should be doing.
“Be nice,” I say, grabbing his arm before he stalks off.
“Excuse me?” he retorts.
“Be nice. For the first time, we’re not all at each other’s throats. I swear this place has been too much of a war zone lately. If you don’t want me to go to dinner with him, then tell him nicely and not all douchey like I know you’re planning."
“I’ll try but no promises,” he replies before gently removing my hand from his. “See you later,” he says, leaving me with a fire making kiss. I decide to not worry about McHottie and Tyson and let those two work that shit out. As long as I don’t hear sounds of a Royal Rumble going down, they should be fine.
28
Tyson
“Dude, what the hell is your problem?” I ask, pushing my way into Grayson’s office.
Not even bothering to lift his eyes from the case file he’s looking over, he replies, “It didn’t take you long to show up.”
“Of course I’ll come straight here after I find out another man asked my woman out, and one she fucked before to boot.”
“Really Tyson? Does that still bother you? I would think by now you’d be over it.”
“Over it?” I spit out through clenched teeth. “How can one get over something like that?”
“Yes, I fucked her, but it’s over now. She’s pregnant and sometime in January, I’ll be holding my newborn son with my wife. You’ll have Jade all to yourself to do whatever you want. You two could get married and make your own kid for all I care.”
“I don’t think that’s true. Not the getting married and making babies, we’ll definitely be doing that, but where you say you don’t care. You do. It gets under your skin that I have her, but what’s the alternative for you? You’ll never leave Nichole and even if, by some miracle you did, Nichole will never forgive you. You’ve lost Jade before you even had her, so why torture yourself with guises of dinner, just to hold her close?”
“I don’t care what you think. Nichole is the one who asked me to be nicer to her, so I’m fulfilling her request. That is all.”
“Keep telling yourself that. Maybe if you repeat the lie enough, you can argue it better. But I’ll throw you a bone so you can see for yourself, you’ll never have Jade again. She’ll go to dinner with me by her side and you should invite your wife. Don’t worry about the details, I’ll handle all that and text you the info.” I don’t bother to wait for an answer before I turn and walk out the door.
Jade
The day goes by quickly with me having a million things to do. I didn’t even have time for lunch with Tyson, which was a shame since I was wondering how things went with his little talk with McHottie. When I’m finally shutting down my computer for the day, Tyson comes around with a wide smile on his face.
“What’s that look for? What did you do?” I ask, curious.
“Are you done here?” he asks instead of answering my question, which worries me even more. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe he did kill Grayson but silently.
Tyson is quiet all the way home as he drives us. He insisted I leave my car behind, and I didn’t argue with the mood he was in, but once we walk through the doors, I can’t take it anymore. My curiosity has me thinking up all kinds of scenarios, all ending with McHottie dead and Tyson behind bars.
“Tyson, baby, what’s going on?”
“You’r
e so beautiful; do you know that?” he says, moving closer. When I go to answer, he kisses me deeply. His tongue takes over, bending me to his will. Soon we’re ridding each other of our clothes, and I grip his glorious, long cock in my hand. Naked, he walks us to the couch where he bends me over the arm and enters me in one sure thrust. We’re past the days of him making sure I’m ready. I’m always wet. His thrusts are powerful, but this isn’t like earlier frantic, wild fuck. Each stroke he takes is sure but all consuming as he takes everything my body has to offer. I could practically feel his emotions mixing in and mingling with my own, making tears pool in my eyes and down my cheeks.
“Oh God, Tyson, oh God,” I cry out as he rams in me.
“That’s it, jewel, remind the whole neighborhood of my name,” he growls in my ear.
With a tight grip, he pulls on my hair until my back arches so he can dive deeper inside me. I revel in the stinging pain as well as the bliss his dick gives me. It’s all a balance, and Tyson can juggle fucking me well. With his other hand, he moves to my clit and plays my pussy like his favorite instrument. I cum loudly, soaking his fingers and shouting his name as I clamp down on his dick.
“Fuck, jewel, I’m about to cum.” Thrusting harder, he goes full on manic before he pulls out and shoots his seed all over my ass. “Fuck, this pussy. You know you fucking own me,” he says once we both have calmed down.
I like that he feels that way, but I want more. I need that reassurance. Lowering myself to my knees, I take him completely in my mouth and gobble him down, tasting myself. “Fuck,” he groans, surprised and pleased at the same time. Before long, he’s hardening again in my mouth and I pull out, licking the underside of his dick as I follow the path to his tip and swirl my tongue around his head, continuing on the same path downward to his balls. When I take those in my mouth, he murmurs what sounds like a prayer with a lot of curse words or maybe he was thanking God Almighty, I don’t know. I was too consumed with giving him the best blow job he has ever had. Using my hand to help my mouth, I fall into a ball busting, up and down motion as I slobber on his rod, making this as sloppy as possible.
