“Let go, Teagan. Give me what I’m craving,” he coaxes inches away from my pussy, his breath sending ripples of pleasure into my core.
My hips buck again, my cue to urge him on. With one last lick, Rex fastens his lips on my clit, sucking me into his mouth as one hand travels back down my body, until it's once again between my thighs. He slowly nudges a finger into my pussy. Between Rex’s finger and tongue thrusting inside me, my bucking speeds up, causing Rex’s ministrations to do the same. The pressure in my core explodes, and my orgasm spills out of me into his mouth. As he pulls wave after wave out of me, my aftershocks keep coming.
“That was fucking beautiful. You taste delicious, Teagan.” Rex licks the last of the juices from my center and from his finger.
All I can do is watch. My body feels like jelly, and we haven't even had sex. How foreplay alone has gotten me off four times is beyond me. It usually takes a lot more to get me to cum more than once.
The man has a magic touch...and mouth.
“Rex, can I have some water?” I ask, slowly propping up on my elbows.
“Yes, give me sec, and I'll get you a bottle.” He takes a long, deep breath before moving the chair away from the bed.
He moves almost methodically, until he opens a wooden, nondescript cabinet door across the room. My eyes follow him, fully taking in the room for the first time. I didn't notice the cabinet earlier when I came in, but now I'm curious about it...and everything else in here.
It's nothing like the line in Feel this Moment by Pitbull, though I haven't been in many clubs that are truly like that. Instead, this room is very understated. The couch Rex and I started out on is black leather, but that’s not surprising, since it is the easiest thing to clean. The cabinet he just opened is mahogany, as is this four-poster bed and matching side tables.
My eyes travel back to Rex and the cabinet, and I take in all of what this room really has to offer. Half of the cabinet has ropes and chains hanging inside, and I take another glance around the room to find where the hooks might be. Sure enough, I see a few scattered around the room. My mind starts spinning scenarios as thoughts of Rex tying me up surface.
“Is this water okay?” Rex holds up a square bottle for me.
“That works,” I tell him, and he stands. Which is when I notice the small fridge on the other side of the cabinet that is hidden under the rows of drawers above it. “What’s in the drawers?”
“That’s where we keep the whips, floggers, belts, and the majority of paddles. The nightstands have all the dildos and vibrators hidden within their compartments.”
“Interesting. Are all the rooms set up the same way?”
“No, but this is one of the rooms I always choose when I’m here. I don’t see the need in having anything on display unless I need to,” Rex explains, closing the cabinet doors and walking back toward the bed.
“I completely agree with that sentiment. I’ve visited a few places where that’s not the case, and it turned me off,” I comment. Breaking the seal of the water bottle cap, he hands me he hands it to me. With the cap still in his hand, I take a long sip of the cold water before handing it back.
“I hope you never returned if the place turned you off.”
“I didn’t.”
“Good. So tell me...how are you feeling? Are you ready to continue?” He places the water on the nightstand next to my flute of now warm champagne.
“I’m ready to go again, if you are. If that’s what you’re asking,” I reply, my voice sultry as I rise to my knees and reach for his shirt. “You’ve been buttoned up long enough, Rex. It’s time to get comfortable with me.”
“And how do you propose I do that?” he whispers as I push his shirt off his shoulders and onto the floor.
“Let me show you,” I purr, my hands traveling down his rock-hard abs to the top of his still open jeans.
The tip of his hard length protrudes out. Lust consumes my thoughts, and I’m overcome with the need to sate the desire burning inside me. My thumb rubs along his slit, feeling the moisture there.
“Teagan, I’m in control for the rest of the night,” Rex growls, but I don’t heed his warning. Instead, it eggs me on, giving me a reason to make him lose control.
As my fingers wrap around his cock, doing my bidding, I whisper, “I thought you wanted to hear me scream your name tonight. I haven’t done that yet, Rex.”
And in the blink of an eye, he has my ponytail wrapped around his hand, pulling my hair back and giving him full access to my neck. His free hand grabs my slightly tender ass and squeezes. My desire and lust are threatening to pull me under.
“I wanted tonight to be gentle, Teagan, but you’re making that impossible,” he chides, nipping my ear with his teeth. “I'm sorry. This is going to get rough.”
With those words, he bows me back even more, pushing the lace from my nipples and sucking on the right one then the left. The hand on my ass slides forward, cupping my sex before tapping it twice.
“Don't hold back, Rex. Do your worst,” I taunt.
Before I know what hit me, I'm on my back, and Rex is practically ripping the garter and thong off me. Within seconds, I'm naked, and his cock is poised at my entrance. My core tightens in preparation of his assault.
“Teagan, tell me now if you don't want this,” he commands, eyes locked on mine.
My body aches with the need to have him inside me, but I won't beg. I won't willingly give him control. If he wants it, he'll have to take it.
“Just fuck me, Rex,” I growl. And just that fast, our pelvic bones grind against each other’s, my body expanding for his length and girth as quickly as it possibly can.
He fucks me hard. Harder than I've ever been fucked. And I meet his frenzy with my own, both of us fighting for control, and neither of us gaining the upper hand.
I'm so close to another orgasm, I can practically taste it, but I hold off for as long as I can. My core tightens even more around his length, making him work harder and faster to pull my orgasm out of me.
Flipping us over, he has me straddle him, allowing him deeper penetration and the perfect angle to hit my g-spot. It also enables Rex to pick up our speed as one hand grips my hip, and the other spanks my ass with every slide down his shaft. My nails dig into his chest as I try to keep hold when he increases our pace.
The pleasure and pain build, until every nerve ending in my body is on fire. Still I fight...for control, fight not to explode before him, fight not to lose myself in a man that could very possibly turn me into a sub.
“Teagan,” Rex roars with one final thrust, his cock pulsing in my pussy, and I follow him over the cliff, screaming his name.
This was a one time deal. You can't lose yourself in him.
As I ride out the last of my aftershocks, I collapse into Rex's chest. As his fingers slowly skim up and down my spine, I have to wonder if I haven't already lost myself.
Chapter 14
Rex
One night wasn’t enough. It should have been. Would have been with anyone else, I suspect. But not with my redheaded vixen. It’s been two days, and I already want Teagan under me again. Hell, I haven’t even seen her since Monday night. That has been by design, but still...I shouldn’t crave more of her. We said one night only. One night of carnal, no-holds-barred sex, and that’s what we did. The fact that it was the best sex of my life, or at least in my personal top five, is completely beside the point. The deal was for just one night.
Yeah, that’s what I keep telling myself, but it doesn’t seem to be working. It doesn’t matter how many times I go to the gym, or go back to Crave to find a sub to play with, I always end up with thoughts of Teagan riding my cock until she climaxes then riding me some more. I need help, or better yet––her. Teagan.
My phone buzzes, disrupting my musings, and I grab it off the counter.
Teagan: Hey. Jayson would like us to speak with a guy he may work for. He’s not giving me details, which seems shady, but whatever business the guy wants t
o open, he has questions about Alchemy. Do you have time this evening to meet?
Me: That’s cryptic as fuck. Yes, I have time. See if they’re willing to meet at Alchemy at 5. That way it’s still early, but we’ll have everything ready for when we open at eight.
Teagan: I’ll let him know. Thanks.
Glancing at the time, my phone reads 10:30 A.M., and I know I need to find something to do to pass the time, or I’m going to drive myself mad thinking about Teagan. Again.
I either need to fuck Teagan out of my system––or run.
Opening my message app, I choose.
Me: Who's up for kicking my ass this morning?
Wes: I'm always game to kick your ass.
Trey: I'll bite. What's up.
Me: I need a run.
Calla: lol Last time you went out with us, you almost collapsed! Are you sure?
Me: Yes.
Wes: Come on over. We're finishing up a couple of things while we wait for Trey and Forest.
Me: On my way.
Grabbing my keys, my cash, and my ID, I head out the door and over to Wes and Calla's place. As I exit the stairwell, the elevator dings, the doors sliding open to allow Jax and Forest to exit.
“Is it two for one day?” I joke as I fall into step with both of them.
Jax shoots me a faint smile, but her expression remains tight.
Shit. Have I done something to piss her off?
“Smartass,” Forest responds shaking his head, but there's not much mirth behind his jab. And there's usually some type of mischief lurking when it comes to Forest. Since Ella came into his life, hell all of our lives, we've added a bit more silliness all around. We've learned the hard way that life's way too short to be so serious all the time.
“Is everything okay?” I ask, even though I'm not as close to Forest as I am to Wes, Calla, and Trey. He's still like family, though.
Stopping at Calla and Wes's door, Jax knocks. “Let's talk about this when we're all inside. It will be easier explaining it all at once,” Forest answers, a grim expression on his face.
“Why do I get the feeling I won’t be going for a run after this discussion?” It’s more of a rhetorical question, so I don’t really expect a response.
“I think you’ll like my plan, if you’re game,” Jax replies cryptically as the door opens. Calla’s grinning at us until she takes a good look at my companions.
Calla’s smile falters as she welcomes us into their apartment. “I didn’t realize going for a long run would put that look on your faces.”
“It’s not about the run, trust me,” Jax comments. “And I’m sorry I have to crash the fun.”
A snort comes from the hallway. “Fun? You know better than to think you’d be crashing. You’re pretty much stuck with us now that you’ve saddled yourself with Forest,” Wes says as we enter the living room.
“Trust me, Jax, I only dragged my ass down here to run with them because I need to let off some tension, and I figured having my friends kill me again would be the best way to do it. I hate running,” I interject, heading for an open chair to sit in.
“We did almost kill him last week. It's kinda funny watching a dude as fit as he is practically collapsing because he doesn't run. He can probably bench-press Wes, but the man most certainly can not run.” Calla is grinning like the cat that ate the canary as she gives me as much shit as she possibly can.
I reply by simply flipping her the bird in the most loving way I can, the room quickly filling with laughter.
“Y'all want something to drink?” Wes asks, shaking his head most likely at my antics.
“I'll take some water, though I have a feeling I'm going to want something stronger,” I request as Jax grimaces, confirming my suspicions.
Wes heads into the kitchen, going straight for the fridge, when there's a knock followed by Trey's voice.
“Y'all better be dressed. I don't need to see naked fun time again!”
“What the hell? Why wasn’t I invited?” I quip, glancing between Wes and Calla. Her face is beet red.
It’s always a good day when someone can make Calla blush, and it’s sure as hell not an easy thing to do. Trey enters the living room just in time to see her red cheeks and takes a seat on the sofa next to Jax. Baggie saunters into the living room, making his presence known, stopping momentarily next to each of us, swishing his tail, and rubbing up against our legs until he gets the attention he wants before strolling off.
Such an attention whore.
“I think Baggie’s getting worse. Maybe y’all should get him a companion,” I add trying to break the silence.
“Fuck no,” Wes responds, tossing me a bottle of water. “I don’t need another spastic animal in this house while I’m having sex with Calla. The fucker sits on the edge of the bed and tries to watch. Sometimes he even tries to rub his body against our heads, or legs, depending on our––”
“I think they get the point,” Calla interrupts. “There is such a thing as TMI, Wes,” she admonishes.
Trey holds out his hands, and Wes tosses him a bottle, as well before handing a bottle to Forest and taking a seat in the chair Calla is perched on.
“Yes, but it’s the guys. It’s not like they don’t know everything else.” Wes argues while rolling his eyes. In some respects, I have to agree with him. Then again, I also agree with Calla, so I'm keeping my damn mouth shut on this one. There's no way I'm crossing Calla..
Trey and Forest laugh as Jax looks between Calla and Wes, taking the bottle of water from Forest and cracking it open. She takes a long gulp before recapping the bottle and handing it back to him. In the few months that I’ve known Jax, this is the quietest I’ve ever seen her, and her silence has the hairs on the back of my neck standing up. Nervous energy manifests with my hand beating to its own tune on my thigh.
Calla, ever the observer, makes eye contact with me and nods slightly toward my hand before turning her attention back to the room. And this is why I love her. She knows my tells and calls me on them.
“All right. We’re all here, so spill. What’s going on?” I request, unable to wait out Jax or Forest any longer.
“Two things, actually,” Forest begins, clearing his throat and taking Jax’s hand in his. “I’ll start with the pleasant topic first, even though Nessa and Adam aren’t here. Ella’s birthday is next month, and we’d like to do something special for her.”
“Yeah, that’s already being discussed,” Calla replies chuckling.
“Figures. The second issue is a little more complicated, and Rex, we may need help from you. It seems Jax might have a stalker,” Forest proclaims. There’s a beat of silence before we’re all talking over each other.
“What do you need?” I ask, my hand stopping all movement.
As Trey adds, “Do you know who it is?”
And Wes questions, “Have you said anything to your father?”
“The hell? You’re just going to throw that out there without explaining?” Calla interjects.
“Great way to freak everyone out, Forest,” Jax chastises him before continuing. “Let me start from the beginning. We began noticing little things after I moved in. Forest got a weird vibe off one of my father’s detectives, and we think he’s the one stalking me. That said, we don’t know for sure. There’s been some freaking notes left on my car, at the desk downstairs, and some phone calls. I haven’t had a chance to speak with my father yet, but we plan to this weekend. My concern is that when I present the information to my father, he’s going to have to investigate, which means the men in his department will investigate, which could mean the person we think is my stalker would have access to the information,” Jax worries her bottom lip.
“What do you need from me?” I ask her again, sitting forward.
“Two things,” Jax responds. “First, we wanted to see if your security team could maybe do a side investigation? And second, since you sometimes do a little self-defense training on the side, we wanted to see if you’d be up for do
ing a little with me? I’ve had a lot of training considering Dad’s a cop, but it’s been a few years since I did hand-to-hand training. Lately, all I’ve been doing is going to the range and shooting, so I could use a good refresher.”
“I’ll talk to my guys tonight and text Forest with their answer. As for the training, I normally do the classes with these two.” I gesture to Trey and Wes. “Would y’all be down to start something back up? See if we can get a few other people lined up for a class?”
“I’m down. If you want, we could also get Ella started,” Trey adds, concern molding his features.
“Calla, I want to you to start practicing again too,” Wes asserts as his hand reaches for Calla’s. “And I think it would be a good idea to try to talk Nessa and Teagan into taking the lessons, as well.”
Calla nods in agreement.
We all move over to the dining room, taking seats around the table, and for the next few hours, Trey, Wes, and I outline our ideas for the training, making sure we incorporate what Jax is wanting to focus on, as well as what would help Calla and anyone else that wants to train. We also come up with a plan to get Ella started.
There’s no way I'm going to let some fucker hurt our little girl.
Chapter 15
Teagan
I really would like to kill Jay today. He's jacking up my plan to avoid Rex for as long as possible. Surprisingly, it hasn't been too difficult the past two days, and that's saying something, since we live in the same building and work together. Thankfully, The Escape is massive.
Is he trying to avoid me, as well?
Well, hell. I hadn't even considered that possibility. Worrying my lip, I stride into our dueling piano bar to check inventory and listen to practice. It's always interesting hearing certain songs being performed with just vocals and the piano, and House Party by Sam Hunt is no exception. Dan's voice doesn't hurt, either. He kind of sounds like Sam Hunt, which I'm sure makes all the panties wet. A definite plus for everyone, who likes to let loose and singing along to the music without getting strange looks.
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