Cocky Suits Chicago: Books 1-3

by Alex Wolf

  “Well, aren’t you just a riddle, wrapped in a mystery, inside an enigma.”

  “Nice, Churchill. One of my favorite quotes.” He eyes me for a long moment, like we’re still figuring each other out.

  I do a fake little curtsy. “I know things on occasion. So, what’d you cook for me? I’m starving.”

  “You know I was actually planning to surprise you with breakfast in bed. But this is good. Less crumbs on the sheets.”

  I walk up, trying to look as sexy as I can, and wrap my arms around his waist. “You cooked for me.” I peck him on the cheek. “I don’t care where we eat. That’s enough for me.”

  His rough hands dig into my hips again. “Is that so?”

  I press a finger to his lips, silencing him. “I have a much better idea.” I drop to my knees on the dark, hardwood floors. My knees may hate me later, but Dexter is worth it. Eye level with his cock, I smirk up at him.

  His brows shoot up. “Food’s gonna get cold.”

  I wrap a hand around the base of his shaft and stare at it. Wow, it’s even bigger than I remember. “Not my breakfast.” I flick my tongue out, swirling it around the tip. “You were saying?” I bat my lashes at him, sliding my fist up and down him.

  His eyes roll back and he groans. “Breakfast can fucking wait.”

  Dex is big and thick. I take him into my mouth, and I can’t fit all of it. I suck my cheeks around him, even harder, just to hear him groan again. It’s so damn hot, knowing I can have that effect on him. I wrap my hand around the base and stroke him in a circular motion as I take him in and out of my mouth.

  He fists the back of my hair, and I have to fight the urge to lean back into his hand.

  Why the hell do I love him pulling my hair so much? It feels incredible, especially when his knuckles press up against my scalp. He holds my head in place, and before long, his hips start to move, slowly at first. I swirl my tongue around him and after a few seconds he’s thrusting into my mouth.

  I stare up at him with wide eyes and love how he’s about to lose control. Tears burn at the corner of my eyes, but it’s only fair. He’s gone down on me twice and I haven’t done anything just for him.

  The tighter he squeezes his fingers in my hair, the harder he strains to hold my head in place—it’s just raw, and possessive, like he never wants to let go of me.

  “Fuck, Abby.”

  I want to smile at his reaction, but it’s impossible with his thick cock in my mouth. The way his face tenses, screws up tight, like he’s about to release sends a shudder through me. I love knowing I can get him off this fast. It means I’m doing something right.

  It’s only like my third time total doing this, but I’ve watched enough porn to know what guys like while I got myself off with my vibrator.

  I stare up at him once more and his jaw clenches.

  He moves to pull out of my mouth, and I latch onto him and shake my head back and forth.

  His eyes widen. “Fuck.”

  I want to taste him. I want to make him as happy as he made me, and there’s something about girls swallowing that just does it for guys; so I’ve heard anyway. I have no clue what I’m in store for, because I’ve never done it, but I don’t show it. This is his fantasy and I want to do it for him.

  His hand tightens in my hair and the burning against my scalp has my senses on high alert. He grunts. “Shit, Abigail.”

  His cock twitches and he comes in the back of my throat. I gag for a quick moment but do my best to just leave it in my mouth and keep my throat in check.

  My fingers dig into his ass with my free hand, and his whole body tenses. His ass and legs are rock-hard, and I keep stroking him as he fills up my mouth.

  Finally, he pulls my head back from him and stares down at me.

  This is the moment of truth, Abby. Just be sexy. Be sexy.

  Our eyes lock, and I open my mouth and show it to him on my tongue. His eyes widen again, and I close my mouth and swallow it all like a shot of tequila, just as quick as possible.

  Not gonna lie, it’s not awesome. But, it’s not the worst thing I’ve ever done.

  Once I swallow, I open my mouth and stick out my tongue at him, just like the girls always do in the videos.

  He’s grinning like an idiot, his eyes bugged out. “Holy. Fucking. Shit.”

  I smile at his reaction. For some reason, all I want to do is make Dex happy and he’s smiling like a little boy again. My heart warms and comes alive at the sight.

  “That was some next level shit. So fucking hot.”

  I take his cock in my hand. “Oops, I think I missed some.” I clean the rest of him up with my tongue and he’s still rock-hard.

  He could easily have sex with me for another thirty minutes, especially after I just got one out of the way with that blowjob, but I’d hate to ruin breakfast for him. He worked so hard on it.

  Maybe afterward. God, I hope so.

  Dex scoops me up by my arms and lifts me to my feet.

  He immediately goes for a kiss and I pull away. “Gross, I just…”

  “I don’t give a fuck.” He puts both palms on my cheeks and plants a kiss right on my lips. I don’t know what it is, but it’s hot once he does it. Like he doesn’t give one shit, he just wants to kiss me and that’s what he’s going to do.

  He walks to his bedroom and slips on some boxer briefs, then walks back out.

  I can’t help but stare down between his legs. He’s still hard and it’s corralled against his thigh.

  He catches me looking. “Later.”

  “Huh?” I mumble, still in a trance just staring at his sculpted body.

  He glances down at his crotch. “There’ll be more fun later. We need to eat. Need some energy so we can fuck like rabbits later tonight.”

  Why tonight? Why not all day? I shake my head and grin back at him. “Okay, Dickens.”

  He does the worst British accent I’ve ever heard. “Thou est well versed, is he not?”

  I burst out laughing and dig into my omelet. Damn, this dude has skills in the kitchen too. Mushrooms, onion, cheese, and sausage—it’s perfect, everything I like. I sip on my coffee.

  “Listen.” Dex sits down, taking up the stool next to mine. “I know I might have overreacted a bit last night.”

  I put a hand on his forearm. “We don’t have to do this right now. I’m actually enjoying myself.”

  “No.” He shakes his head and puts his fork down. “I don’t want shit between us. I don’t want things like last night happening again.” He wags a finger back and forth at us. “This is serious to me. I’m serious about you and I want to do it right, clear lines of communication.”

  I set my fork down. “Maybe you overreacted a little.”

  His brow furrows.

  “Those were my friends. Maybe they still are, maybe they aren’t anymore, I don’t know yet. But, if you want to be with me, Dex, you need to trust me.”

  His jaw clenches a little tighter and he starts to say something, but I cut him off.

  “I know my limits, okay? I’m an adult.”

  Dex’s fingers tighten around his fork. “I just want you to be careful. You don’t know guys like I do. There are a lot of assholes just looking for someone to get drunk and take advantage of. And I know you’re smart and you think those guys are your friends, but they aren’t. You wouldn’t believe the types of cases I’ve seen. The women we represent and the shit that’s been done to them.”

  “I know. I get it. I appreciate you having my back and looking out for me, but I have to know. What exactly did you say to them? I have messages this morning saying we can’t hang out anymore."

  “Good. Fuck those guys.” He shovels a forkful of egg into his mouth. “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable. Or made things difficult for you, but I’m telling you.” He huffs out an irritated sigh. “Yeah, I could’ve handled it differently. I was pissed.” He points the fork at me. “Someone needed to give them a kick in the ass. Even if they didn’t try something with
you, they’d pull it on someone else. You’re better off without them. And that Nick guy deserved what he got. I won’t apologize for wanting to protect you. If you’re pissed at me about it, fine. I can live with that, knowing you’re safe.”

  “I’m just… I don’t know, it does put me in an uncomfortable position.”

  Dex mumbles, “Better than you getting hurt.”

  “Okay, well, can you just not headbutt anyone else? Please?” I grin to try and lighten the mood.

  “I would never do that to anyone who respects you. And I promised you I wouldn’t do it again. When I promise something, I follow through, always.”

  “Okay. Fair enough. But for the record, I will have to have a conversation with them at some point. They’re my neighbors and I have to figure out what to do.”

  Dex glares at his eggs. I know this a tough pill for him to swallow, but to his credit he doesn’t blow up like he did last night. Through gritted teeth he says, “Fine.”

  “You know I mean without you present, right?”

  His lips mash together in a fine line and he looks like he wants to explode, but he finally nods. “I understand.”

  It’s almost funny, but it’s really not. He’s trying, though, so I have to give him that. I finish my food and my coffee. While Dex finishes eating, I walk over and start on the dishes.

  He comes up behind me. “You don’t need to do that. I have a cleaning lady.”

  “I want to.” I lay my head back on his shoulder as he wraps his arms around my center. “Thank you for breakfast. This is nice. I feel so domesticated.”

  “Don’t get too comfortable. I ain’t put a ring on it yet.” He laughs.

  I smack playfully at his shoulder. “Jerk. I’m trying to say I’m enjoying spending time with you.”

  He squeezes his arms tighter around me. “I know. It is really nice. Amazing actually. We work together pretty well.”

  “Oh yeah? Me doing the dishes while you cop a feel?”

  He moves my hair away and drops a kiss on my collar bone. “If I copped a feel, you’d know it.”

  I snicker. “Totally believe you.”

  “I don’t think you do.” His hand works up under the shirt I’m wearing and he squeezes my breast.

  His hand feels so damn good. It burns a trail of flames up my skin, every time he touches me. When he presses against me, his hard cock rubs up against my ass.

  How the hell does he take me from zero to horny faster than his car runs the quarter mile?

  “I’ll be right back.”

  I don’t want to let go of him. Don’t want him going anywhere. “Where you going?”

  He whispers, “Protection,” in my ear. “Just a sec.”

  My nails dig into his thigh and pull him back to me as I grind my ass up against him. Shit, he feels so good right there. “I told you, I’m on the pill.”

  His eyes widen. “You sure?”

  I nod.

  What the hell is wrong with you, Abigail? My body rationalizes it, but my brain isn’t sold. In fact, it’s screaming “No!” with big red warning signs. “I’m sure.”

  Before I know what’s happened, Dex shoves me over the counter and yanks the t-shirt I stole from his drawer halfway up my back. One of his large hands kneads my ass, and then out of nowhere he smacks it. The stinging pain radiates up my spine, but it doesn’t hurt. It just burns in the most delicious of ways.

  I’ve never been spanked before, but a coo parts my lips and I think I actually enjoyed it. What is this man doing to me?

  “What are you doing, Dex?”

  “Wanted to see my handprint. It looks amazing.”

  Before I can get another word out, he’s inside me. I’d never truly been filled until I was with Dex. His cock is thick and stretches me in ways I’ve never been stretched before. I back into him and moan out my approval.

  “Fuck, Abby, you keep doing that and this is going to be over fast.”

  I smile at the counter. He pushes into me harder, each thrust more and more intense until I’m throwing my hips back into him as he pounds into me. It feels so much more intimate when it’s bare, skin to skin. I don’t know how to explain what it’s like being with Dex, but we just have this connection that hums between us on a microscopic level.

  I’m so close, and he keeps pushing me higher and higher until my vision starts to blur. Right when I think I can’t take it anymore, one of his hands grips my hip, and the other goes straight to my hair.

  Damn, when he pulls on my hair, I think I’d do anything to make him happy. It’s heaven, pure heaven.

  “You gonna come on my dick?” He grunts out the words.

  I nod against his hand. “Very. Soon.”

  When he reaches around and strokes my clit, I lose control. My legs quiver and my body quakes. I clench around him. There’s nowhere in the world I want to be but in this moment as the orgasm rolls through my limbs like an electric current, buzzing through my veins.

  Once I release, I feel like Jell-O, like I might melt into a puddle on the floor. Dex slips out of me and picks me up, carrying me toward the table.

  I half giggle, still in a partial orgasm coma. “Where are you taking me.”

  “I want you on top of me.” He yanks one of the heavy chairs from the table with one hand, moving it like it’s nothing.

  He sits down and pulls me to him, so that I’m straddled over each of his legs. I stare into his eyes as I lower down onto him, watching his face the whole time.

  I trace the curve of his jawline with my hand as I take every inch of him.

  He’s so deep. Deeper than deep. The angle of his cock hits my spot perfectly, and a small shudder rips from the base of my spine up to my neck and goosebumps pebble all over my skin.

  “That’s it, fuck me, Abby.”

  Between his mouth and his cock, I’m already on the verge of another big O. I wrap my arms around his neck and ride him up and down.

  He has that young boy look about him again, like he’s so excited I’m riding him like a roller coaster. He has these flashes where he’s so cute and innocent sometimes.

  “Fuck, it’s so good when you ride my dick like that. You have no idea.”

  And then he opens his dirty mouth and all innocence is lost. I nod against his forehead. “It’s just as good for me, I promise.” I smile at him until he thrusts up and hits my spot again. “Shit, right there. God, Dexter, don’t stop doing that.” This time my hands grip his hair and it’s like someone possesses my body, because I ride him harder and faster. “Don’t. Ever. Stop.”

  Before long, my ass is clapping on his thighs and I can feel my wetness stream down into his lap, but I don’t care. It feels incredible. I don’t know if I’ve ever been this wet before.

  “Abby, fuck. I’m so…”

  An orgasm hits me at the same time and I bite down on his shoulder because it’s too much to bear all at once, the intense feeling pooling low between my thighs. “Holy shit, Dex, Dex…”

  I seize up on him, clamping down as another one rocks through me. At the same time Dex’s cock kicks deep inside me and he lets loose. Hot jets of come shoot into the depths of my pussy and it streams out around the base of his shaft and down my legs.

  I stare into his eyes and get lost for a second. I don’t want to get up. I don’t want to do anything but sit there and feel him inside me, feel this connection between us I’ve never experienced before. It’s just so real.

  Finally, our foreheads touch and we grin like big cheesing idiots at each other.

  “That was incredible.” He cradles my cheek in his palm like he did last night.

  I lean into it and close my eyes, nuzzling his hand. “Agreed.” I nod, unable to form any words. “We should probably go shower.”

  “Okay, then I have to go in and work for a while this afternoon.”

  I can’t hide the frown on my face. I don’t want to do anything but stay here with him.

  As if reading my thoughts, he says, “You can stay here i
f you want, but we need to go by your house tonight or sometime tomorrow morning.”

  “What for?”

  Dex waggles his eyebrows. “It’s a surprise.”

  Dexter

  Abigail stayed over at my place last night too, and we fucked nonstop until we passed out. It was incredible. She’s so damn young she might wear me out, but I’ll go down fighting.

  We cruise by her apartment this morning so she can grab warmer clothes.

  It’s cold as tits outside.

  There’s no way she’ll go for it if I told her what we’re doing, so I keep telling her it’s a surprise.

  Finally, we pull up to Harry Caray’s Tavern on Navy Pier.

  She looks over at me with a quizzical glance. “A bar? At this time of day?”

  I shrug. “It’ll be fun. Trust me.”

  As soon as we walk in, she freezes, and her shoulders tighten. She starts to turn around but I nudge her toward the table. “You’re fine. Just smile.”

  Everyone else is already here, sitting around with beers wearing their Bears gear. Deacon, Decker, Tate, Quinn, Cole Miller, and Mr. Richards.

  “About time,” says Decker.

  Abigail turns to me and glares. She lowers her voice where nobody can hear. “A heads up would’ve been nice.”

  Deacon must’ve read her lips or something because he turns to Cole and says, “Shit.”

  Cole grins as Deacon pulls out his wallet and hands him a twenty.

  I point at both of them. “What’s that all about?”

  Cole says, “Bet him a twenty spot you wouldn’t tell her she was hanging out with the family.”

  Deacon shrugs at Quinn. “I didn’t think he’d be that big of a dumbass.”

  Abigail laughs at that then turns to me. “See, you should’ve told me.”

  I stare at her like she just sprouted three heads. “You wouldn’t have come.”