Cocky Suits Chicago: Books 1-3

by Alex Wolf

  It’s the edge of twilight and the glow of the moon shines through the blinds. I turn on my playlist and set it to low volume on shuffle. Tate takes a seat on the edge of my bed with a devilish grin, undoing the straps of her shoes. Tonight, I want her completely bare, nothing separating us. No clothes, nothing. I want her naked and panting, begging me to stop, to give her a second of reprieve before she has orgasm after orgasm. Her shoes drop to the hardwood floor and her lashes flutter as she watches me like a cat getting ready to play with its favorite toy.

  I smirk at her. She might be used to being the predator but, right now, Tate Reynolds is my prey. I’m going to devour every inch of her until she’s begging to submit. I’m the king and this is my castle.

  Lifting my shirt over the back of my head, I toss it across the room, and it hits the floor. I reach for my belt, but Tate stops me. “Let me.” Her red painted fingernails skim along my chest, tracing the contours of my muscles.

  Her lips press to my stomach and she moves to undo my belt buckle. My fingers caress her jaw, moving down her neck to the straps of her dress that criss-cross over her chest and back.

  “There’s a zipper.” She pops the button on my slacks, unzipping them, and shoving them down my thighs. My cock is rock-hard and tents my boxer briefs.

  Tate runs a finger along my shaft, through the material, and I have to suck in a deep breath and stare up at the ceiling for a moment to collect my thoughts.

  I step out of my pants and make good on getting her out of that damn dress. Once it’s unzipped, I shimmy it down her ass and thighs and toss it over my head. She laughs as our lips meet and we fall back onto the mattress together. Tonight, I’m taking my time getting personal with every square inch of her. I’m going to worship her like the goddess she is.

  Full of fevered kisses and with eager fingers, we collide. Her body melts into mine, molding into me like the missing piece of a puzzle. I kiss her soft and slow, tasting coffee and chocolate on her lips and smelling cinnamon in her hair. She’s paradise, a little of heaven and hell. Tate is everything I could want in a woman. I’ve waited a lifetime to meet someone like her. Now, she’s in my bed, mine for the taking. From the moment we first met, this is everything I’ve wanted.

  I’ll claim her body and her heart. After tonight, she’ll be mine, and anyone who says differently is my enemy.

  Her tongue sweeps along my lips and then thrusts inside my mouth. I slide her bra straps down her arms and jerk the lace cups to her stomach, exposing her rose-colored nipples. They’re already hard and erect as I trace one of them with my index finger. She shudders at the sensation.

  Good.

  Her breasts are the perfect size, just enough to fill both hands. I kiss my way down her neck leaving a trail of teeth marks and hickeys low enough on her chest that she’ll be able to cover them up at the office. Taking one of her nipples into my mouth, I suck hard then bite down on it while rolling the other between the pads of my thumb and forefinger. I keep repeating the motion, loving the way she gives me full control, opening herself completely to me. A soft purr escapes her lips, signaling her approval. I take her nipple between my front teeth, watching her face to log every reaction of what she likes and what she doesn’t. I switch to her other breast and repeat my actions while sliding my free hand between her thighs.

  Fuck, she’s so wet it drips between her legs.

  I take my time kissing my way down her torso, tasting every inch of her skin while my hands stay locked on both her breasts. Her chest rises and falls with labored breaths, each time pressing her tits harder against the grips I have on them.

  I look up at her. Those honey-brown eyes lock onto mine.

  “These fucking things are in my way.” I growl the words and bite at the waistline of her lace thong. Her legs clench together around my face at the sudden intrusion of my head between her thighs. I take both of my hands, place them next to her pussy, and shove her knees apart forcefully.

  She moans above me, her legs trying to squeeze back together but unable to break my hold. She gasps out a breath, but manages to say, “Take them off then, fuck.” She draws out the last syllable, like she’s not totally in control of her body but approves.

  I tease at her sweet center with my mouth, kissing over her panties, then run my tongue the length of her pussy, back to front. Burying my face between her tan thighs, I can smell her arousal and my cock aches to be inside her.

  Using my teeth, I yank half her thong down one of her legs, then repeat the motion on the other side. My plan is to pull them the rest of the way down with my hands to get them out of the way, but once I spot her glistening, pink cunt I’m like a feral animal.

  I dive down onto it with my mouth, spreading her legs once more with my hands on her inner thighs. Her panties go taut and make a ripping sound.

  “Jesus, Decker.” She pants as she says the words. She doesn’t say them like she’s upset, more like she’s going to come all over my face if I keep this up much longer.

  Tate’s pussy is sweet like honey and vanilla. I slide my tongue in lazy circles around her clit, then bite the tender part of her inner thigh hard enough to leave a bruise.

  Her hands shoot into my hair and her nails dig into my scalp. The insides of her arms squeeze her tits together and, for a second, I think I might blow my load all over the bedsheets. It takes me a second to recover.

  Her taut thong is still an obstacle I need out of my way if I’m going to eat her properly. I hook my fingers along the thin straps wrapped tightly around her thighs and tug them down her legs and off her feet.

  I pause above her for a moment, her slick folds glistening beneath me, begging for my mouth and my cock. I look her straight in the eyes and say, “When you’re getting dressed tomorrow, look at the mark I’m about to leave right here.” I trace a finger on the soft flesh of her thigh. “Let it remind you who this pussy belongs to.”

  “Holy fu—”

  She can’t even finish her sentence before my mouth is on her. I slide my tongue in a large circle around the tender skin before biting down. Her entire body squirms and she lets out a yelp that carries through the room. Once I’m done, I drop kisses on the area over and over as my index finger circles her clit. Before long, she’s bucking her hips at my face, trying to force my mouth back to her.

  I put each of my hands behind both of her knees and shove her legs up toward her shoulders, bringing her pussy angled up to my mouth so I can dive straight down on top of it.

  “Hold your legs here.”

  She hooks her arms around her legs, immediately following my order without thinking about it. Good. That’s how I want her to react to my commands.

  I dip my head down and suckle her clit between my lips, rolling, nibbling, swirling my tongue around it. I have this ability with Tate to be able to sense everything she’s feeling. It’s like a vibration running through her body that’s on a frequency I’m in tune with.

  As I continue to tongue her clit, I slide two fingers in and out of her, then curl the tips up to meet the secret spot deep inside that drives her wild.

  “I’m about to come, Decker.”

  At her admission, I slide my thumb into her pussy, just enough to get it wet, then drag it down and press it against her tight little asshole.

  She squirms again and her whole body goes tense. She starts to let go of her legs, and I shove them back up against her shoulders with my free hand. “I said hold your legs, Tate.”

  “So close.”

  I give her ass a quick smack, trying to introduce a little pleasureful pain to keep her orgasm at bay. It doesn’t seem to do much to help. She’s coiled up like a spring, like a pressure cooker about to blow its top.

  I continue to swirl my thumb against her puckered asshole while I tongue her clit, each moment increasing the intensity, slowly building. Right when I think she can’t take it anymore, I look up at her. She’s staring back, her eyes straining to focus on me. I give her a nod, and she lets loose right as I bur
y my entire face in her pussy.

  Her toes curl and her feet plant themselves next to me on the bed. Her hips rise and buck as the orgasm rips through her body. I keep my mouth latched onto her the entire time, not giving her one second of reprieve. Her whole body trembles and quivers as her hands fist the sheets into small bunches of Egyptian cotton. She’s so fucking hot, and watching her come turns on the animalistic instincts from the ancient part of my brain, where humans were only made to procreate to help the species survive. Evolution turned us into civilized creatures, but one look at Tate right now, and my hips start rutting into the sheets. It’s uncontrollable, the urge to fuck her, come inside her, mark her as mine. I keep fucking the covers on the bed as my mouth devours her pussy right as her orgasm crests.

  “Fuck, Decker.”

  I love the way my name rolls off her tongue as she draws it out.

  Finally, after a few seconds, she relaxes, her whole body still quaking with post-orgasm ecstasy. I finally regain control of myself and continue to run my tongue up and down her slit as she tries to push my mouth away from her body. She breathes heavily, unable to lift her head from the bed. I work my way back up toward her face, trailing kisses in my wake. I slide my tongue across one of her nipples and she shudders, goosebumps pebbling across her skin.

  I smile once I work my way up to her mouth.

  “Enjoy that?”

  She shakes her head, still panting. “You’re so fucking—”

  “Good, amazing, incredible?”

  She grips the back of my neck like she’s pulling me in for a kiss but stops me in front of her face. “Cocky or arrogant would have been my choice of words.”

  Before I can respond, her mouth crashes into mine. My cock is rock-hard now and pressed up against her entrance, halfway parting her lips. I want nothing more than to shove into her and fuck her so hard she can’t walk for a week. But not yet.

  I want to take her to the edge of the cliff of another orgasm with nothing but my tongue and fingers and pull her back over and over again until she begs me to let her come again. This is all about pleasing her. Showing her that her needs are important to me… that she is important to me.

  I work my way back down, so that my mouth is inches from her pussy, and she gives me a look like she can’t handle anymore right now. Sliding my fingers through her heat, I watch her reaction, loving the way her mouth parts to let out the most erotic whimpers. I keep doing it, over and over.

  “You’re making me crazy,” she whines, arching her hips up and threading her fingers in my hair. “That tongue has magical powers.” After taking a break for a few seconds, she gives me a playful yank and I suck on her clit again. Her body pulses with desire. It doesn’t take long before she’s coming on my mouth once more. Nothing but frantic hands and deep breaths, before she arches her hips up in the air and says my name over and over.

  My cock is so goddamn hard I think I might pass out, and I can’t hold back any longer. I need to be inside her. I kiss my way back up her body until our mouths meet and she guides me in. It takes everything I have to hold back and not fuck her so hard my thighs bruise her ass. I want this to be special and intimate, not like the quickie in the office.

  I want to take my time and be in the moment, the two of us joined together. As my cock slides in, my eyes roll back in my head at her wet heat squeezing around me. There’s something about being inside Tate Reynolds. It just feels like I’m—home. Like everything is right in the world, just how it’s supposed to be. I look into her eyes and brush her hair back from her face. “You’re perfect, Tate.”

  “Mmm.” She moans into my mouth, arching her back while unable to form words. Our bodies move in tandem in a delicious game of push and pull. Her walls tighten around me as I slide in and out, slow and steady. Gradually, I go deeper with each gentle thrust.

  Her body ripples with pleasure and she cries out. I grin at her and roll to my back.

  “I want you on top, grinding that pussy on my dick.” I slap her ass as she straddles my thighs and I watch as she puts my cock inside her and slowly sinks down on it.

  “Fuck,” I groan.

  Tate rolls her hips, moving from side to side, riding me at a languid pace. She leans down and slides her breasts up my chest so she can kiss me. I grip the back of her hair, and wrap another hand around her waist, just above her ass, then push her down on me as I thrust up.

  She moans her approval in my ear, over and over as she rocks back and forth on me.

  She finally leans back and straightens so that she’s upright. Her hips begin to grind. “Oh my God, Decker.” Her body starts to quiver.

  I take my thumb and rub circles around her clit as she rocks harder and faster.

  “Just like that, Tate. I want to watch you come on my cock.”

  And I do just that. Within a few seconds she’s trembling, and I feel her pussy tighten around me. I’m not sure how much longer I’ll be able to last before I blow, but it doesn’t matter. I have all night long to do whatever I want to her.

  I thrust up in long, hard, sweet strokes, loving the feel of her. Tate crashes forward and I capture her mouth. Her nails dig into my shoulders as she rides out her release.

  Once she’s done, her head collapses onto my neck and her mouth is next to my ear. “It’s your turn to come.”

  “Don’t worry, it’s gonna happen any second.” I slide up into her hot pussy once more, taking her as deep as possible.

  “I bet I can make it happen faster.”

  “You wish you had that kind of control over me.” I smirk, playing her little game. It’s quite fun, but she knows who’s in charge.

  “I’ll make you come in five seconds or less, Decker Collins.”

  I laugh for a quick second, though it’s difficult when Tate’s hot pussy keeps gliding up and down my dick, and the whole goal is to not come when she wants me to.

  “I’ll take that bet.”

  She nods. “Okay, you ready?”

  “Whenever you are. Just say when.” I immediately start thinking about anything I can that might take my mind off blowing inside her in the next five seconds.

  Tate leans down in my ear. “I know what you really want, Decker. What you need to get off.”

  “And what’s that?”

  “I want you to fuck me like a dirty little whore and blow deep inside my pussy.”

  Before I know what’s happened, an orgasm rushes to the head of my cock. Tate starts bouncing up and down as hard as she can, right on my cock, her fingers digging into my scalp.

  I get two thrusts in, her ass clapping on my thighs, before every muscle in my body constricts and my balls lift high and tight. About three seconds have passed and there’s no way I can hold out any longer. My cock kicks deep inside her and hot jets of come shoot into the depths of her pussy.

  Once she finishes riding out my orgasm, she presses her forehead against mine. “Told you.”

  I shake my head at her. “You cheated.”

  She laughs. “I can’t help it if I know what you want. It’s the same way you know what I need. We’re just like this.” She holds up her hand and twists her index and middle finger together. “Can’t explain it.” She shrugs. “Oh, and Decker?”

  “Yeah?”

  “Told you I always win.” She winks.

  I can’t help but smile. I brush a few sweaty strands of hair from her cheeks. Her sated eyes meet mine. I stare at her, a hundred percent serious. “I really like you.” I can’t say I love her, obviously, but fuck me if it doesn’t feel that way. I don’t know how or why. All I know is, I’ve never felt this way about another woman, and I want her to know I’m serious. She gets what I’m hinting at judging by the reaction on her face.

  “What?” She fights a smile and her cheeks turn a slight shade of pink. Rolling away from me she lets out a breath and looks back over. “You’re caught up in the moment.”

  “I wouldn’t have brought you here if I didn’t like you. I know what I’m saying, what I f
eel.” Sweaty and breathless, I slide closer and pull her into me. Her head falls to my chest. My heartbeat races as she looks at me. But her stare is different. It’s like she’s looking inside me and can see all my good qualities and all my faults. She looks at me like she knows what I feel, and she feels it too.

  “We’re doomed, aren’t we?”

  “Why do you say that?” I let out a light laugh and trace the outline of a circle on her shoulder.

  Tate moves up on her elbow and props her chin up on her hand. “Because, I like you too.”

  I lean over and kiss her, wanting to be inside her again after hearing the words roll off her tongue.

  “Where do we go from here? Do you have to go back to Dallas? When the merger is complete?”

  Tate’s eyes dart to the ceiling, like she’s contemplating her answer. “I don’t know. I love it here in Chicago. Not just because you’re here. It’s a beautiful city. I have my family to think about back home, though. My brothers and my nephews.”

  “You can always go see them or bring them here to visit.”

  “True.” She curls back into me. “I don’t know what Weston has planned for me when this is through. We’ve been laser focused on making it happen. I’m sure we’ll figure it out once it’s done.”

  Her ass presses against my cock. Sliding my hand past the curve of her hip down between her thighs, I stroke her clit.

  As her legs part, she looks right at me. “Last time started slow and intimate. I really enjoyed it.”

  “But?” I grin.

  “It’s time to fuck me the way you want, Decker.”

  “Might regret that.” My eyes narrow.

  I only say it to see how she’ll react, and she doesn’t disappoint. Her pulse speeds up on her neck and she looks—nervous.

  Good.

  My fingers dig into her hips and I flip her onto her stomach, hard. She lets out a light squeal and I smack her on the ass, hard enough to leave a pink handprint. I run my finger over it lightly, relishing the mark.

  Right when she’s about to make a smartass remark, I grip the sides of her hips and yank her ass up to my cock. I fist my shaft in my right hand, and use my left to shove her chest down to the mattress.