by Bella Jewel
“Stop lying!” I screech. “You were gone for over an hour, Reign, and I couldn’t find you.”
He looks away, his cheek red. “Shit got complicated with Selena and . . .”
I take a step towards him, glaring up into his face. “You know what? I don’t fucking care about her. I don’t want to continue going on and on about this: you need to get your shit together. If you want to be with her, fucking tell her. If you don’t, fucking leave. I’m done being your little toy. It hurts too much.”
“You agreed to this job; you knew what you were in for. What the fuck did you expect?” he barks.
“What I expected, Reign,” I snarl, leaning in closer, “is to not care for you so much.”
Then I turn and rush off, leaving him standing in shock. I flag down a cab and jump in, not looking back as we disappear down the street.
The moment I get home, I sink to my knees and I cry.
Really cry.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
I don’t know how long I sit on the floor, head in my hands, tears dripping down my chin. I’m jerked out of my state when the door swings open and Reign comes charging in.
I need to rethink the key idea.
He stops when he sees me no doubt looking pitiful on the floor, sobbing like a broken child. I’m not a broken child, just a stupid girl who thought she had a dream job. Then I went and made the worst mistake I could have made.
I fell for my boss.
The boss who is in love with someone else.
“You can’t say shit like that,” he rasps, “and then leave. We’re not done.”
I force myself to my feet. “We are done, Reign. I quit.”
“No,” he barks out, following me as I walk towards my room.
“Leave the key on the counter, and get out.”
His hand curls around my arm, spinning me around. “I said, no.”
“And I said, I quit,” I yell, shoving his chest.
“You can’t hate me for this,” he snarls, leaning in close. “You knew what I wanted you for. I made it very clear when I employed you. If you couldn’t handle it—”
Oh, I don’t think so.
“Handle it?” I laugh bitterly. “What I can’t handle, Reign, is the fact that you are chasing a woman who is so far up herself I don’t know where she starts and where she ends. I don’t understand your infatuation, because all I can see is a money-hungry whore who doesn’t like the idea that you might be with someone else.”
His nostrils flare and he backs me up against the wall, his hand going up to rest beside my head. “I’ve told you once, and I’ll tell you a thousand fucking times. My business with Selena isn’t yours.”
“You’re right about that, buddy,” I bark. “Because I’m done. Get that bitch back on your own, but don’t you come to me when you find another man balls deep inside her. Because it will happen again, Reign. Take it from me, it’s written all over her.”
He lifts his hand and slams it down on the counter. “Enough,” he roars.
“Why?” I scream, shoving at his chest. He doesn’t move. “Can’t handle it? Can’t take the fact that she’s only going to break your heart again? If that’s not how you want me to think of her, Reign, then why won’t you tell me otherwise? Why won’t you set me straight? Why won’t you tell me what happened so I can understand? Because I don’t fucking understand.”
“She fucked my personal assistant,” he snaps.
“I know that; tell me something I don’t know. It doesn’t explain your desperation to get her back.”
“She was fucking pregnant when she did it.”
My jaw drops.
“Yeah,” he laughs bitterly. “She was fucking twelve weeks pregnant with our first baby. I fucking adored her, adored that baby. Shit was so hard and that baby was the light. Then she fucked him and lost the baby.”
I stare at him, my heart aching.
“I went wild. I thought I hated her. Then I heard she was moving on. I saw her with other people and I realized how much I still wanted her. Do you think I don’t hate myself for it? I can’t just switch that shit off. I want to switch it off; I want to move on and forget about her. Even now I doubt myself; I doubt her. We fight every time we talk, but then she’ll do something, something so small, and it reminds me that she’s all I fuckin’ have.”
“It doesn’t change the fact that I don’t like her, Reign,” I whisper. “And I think she’s going to hurt you.”
His eyes burn into mine. “I’m not askin’ you to like her, but I’m also not askin’ you to fuckin’ like me, either.”
I laugh bitterly. “Do you think I want to like you, Reign?”
His eyes scan my face. “I wasn’t finished. I didn’t ask you to like me, but I didn’t expect that I’d find myself lusting over you, too. Fuck, Tiani. It’s not meant to be confusing for me, I want her and yet I find myself smiling around you. When you danced with me the other night, all I wanted to do is feel how your sweet pussy would hug my cock as I drove it inside you.”
I swallow.
“I want to taste you, to see how you feel, to kiss your lips and fuck you until you don’t remember anyone else before me.”
“I feel a but coming in here,” I rasp.
“I’m not going to be able give you what I know you want.” He leans in closer. “But fucked if I can’t stop thinkin’ about it.”
I lick my lips and his eyes slide down, following the movement.
“It doesn’t change my mind. I’m still quitting,” I breathe, staring at his lips.
“No you’re fuckin’ not.”
“You don’t get to—”
Lips crush against my mouth, swallowing my words. I can’t hold back the moan that escapes my lips as he slips his tongue inside, tangling it with mine. He presses his hard, large body against mine so I can feel every bit of him. His cock rides against my pussy, causing little bolts of pleasure to shoot through my body.
“Reign.” I gasp as his lips slide down my neck.
“Fuck questioning this. I need to taste you.”
I whimper when his hands slide down to cup my ass, using it to slide his cock against my dampening panties. He takes the hem of my dress, sliding it up until my panties are exposed to his fingers. He slides them up the damp material, causing a breathy moan to slide from my lips.
“Wet, so fuckin’ sweet I can smell you.”
I tremble when his lips find mine again, and he kisses me into oblivion, making me forget everything around us. His fingers disappear under my panties and dip into my heated flesh. “Oh God,” I groan when the tip of one swipes over my clit.
“Your little nub is aching for me,” he growls against my lips. “So tight and fuckin’ sweet.”
I drop my head back, exposing my neck to him. He presses his lips to the hollow of my throat, and his free hand takes hold of my dress, jerking it down to expose my breasts. My nipples harden in anticipation. He makes a throaty, pleased sound and kneels in front of me, his mouth in line with my desperately waiting nipples. He leans forward, sucking one into his mouth while his fingers explore my pussy, stroking and probing until my back arches off the wall.
He sucks my nipple deep in the exact moment his finger slips inside my wet entrance. I whimper his name as an orgasm tears through my body, starting from my womb and stretching right out to my toes. I slide down to the floor in front of him, legs spread wide, back pressed against the wall, breasts rising and falling with every breath I take.
“Fuck,” he groans. “You’re fuckin’ stunning, so fuckin’ beautiful.”
He takes hold of his jacket, shoving it off before tearing his shirt open, sending buttons flying everywhere. I lick my lips when I see his gorgeous, bronze, broad chest in the dim light. Shit, he’s fucking stunning. He takes hold of his jeans and my eyes drop down. I’ve seen Reign’s cock, but knowing that erection is for me has my body tingling with anticipation.
The moment his pants are jerked away and it springs free, my body heats
up and my pussy clenches with want. He reaches forward, taking hold of my hips and lifting me up. He lets himself fall backwards against the other wall, his hands desperately shoving my panties aside as he pulls me over him. I straddle his lap, nails sliding down his perfect flesh as I lower myself over his cock.
“Baby,” he murmurs, his eyes blazing into mine. “Slowly.”
I slow down, feeling him sinking into me inch by perfect fucking inch. I stretch around him, gasping at the intense pleasure already shooting up my spine. Reign’s hands are on my lips, his mouth on my neck as I finally take all of him. I shift my hips, whimpering with pleasure as I grind against him, feeling him pulse inside my pussy.
“You’re so fuckin’ tight. Just how I knew you would be,” he growls against my throat.
He uses his hands to lift my hips, slowly bringing me up and down over his cock. I use my knees to control my thrusts, clutching his chest as I begin to ride him. It starts off slow, with me just enjoying the feeling of his cock slowly entering me before disappearing again. Then desperation takes over, pleasure builds, our groans become more frequent and frenzy kicks in. I fuck him, hard and fast, grinding and rotating, moving over his cock like I own it.
His head is back, his jaw is tight and his hands are pinching into my skin as he thrusts upwards, slamming into me as I hungrily fuck him. Sweat trickles down his neck and glistens on his chest. I drop my face down, sliding my tongue along the salty muscles, loving how it feels when they flex beneath me.
“Stop doin’ that baby,” he pants. “Or I’ll come so fuckin’ hard you’ll not have time to find your own release.”
I’m close too, my body winding tighter and tighter as I lift myself up and down. I close my eyes, trying to concentrate on matching his thrusts, but my knees are burning. As if reading my mind, he lifts me off his lap, murmuring, “Need to fuck you harder.” Then he flips me over onto my hands and knees before sliding his cock back inside me.
Oh. Yes.
“Reign,” I pant as he grips my hips, using them to drive his deep thrusting.
Fucking good. So good.
“I’m going to come,” I scream tilting my hips and arching my back.
“Fuck, baby, yes,” he bellows. “Come around my cock, come for me now . . .”
I do, as if my body knows his commands. I come with an ear-splitting scream. Pleasure rips through my body, so much so that my hands give way and I slide down until my face rests on the floor. Reign holds my hips up with his hands, fucking me so hard our skin slaps together. Then, with a curse, he roars his release. I can feel his cock pulsing inside me as he milks himself with my aching pussy.
Then we drop onto the floor, panting and sweaty.
“Holy shit,” I pant. “We just made fireworks.”
“Baby.” He rolls over, taking me into his arms. “Holy fuck.”
“You can say that again.”
We lay on the floor, staring up at the roof for long moments. I’m tucked in his arm and every now and then I get a waft of sex. It smells fucking amazing.
“I think my back is broken,” I say, shifting. “Ouch.”
“I think my fuckin’ hips are broken. Shit, girl, you ride it like you stole it.”
I laugh softly. “You know me. I never do things in halves.”
“Best fuckin’ ride of my life.”
I turn to him, and he’s looking down at me. “Don’t use your charming words on me, Reign Braxton.”
“I’m fuckin’ serious,” he says, leaning forward and running his lips over my forehead. “That felt fuckin’ amazing. You gave it your all.”
He lowers his mouth, offering them to me. I take them, sinking into a deep yet super-soft kiss that has my skin prickling.
“Careful,” I whisper pulling away. “I have a good sex drive, and it’s very likely that I’ll want your dick again.”
He groans and sucks my bottom lip into his mouth.
“My dick will be fucking you again, Tiani. Don’t you doubt it. But it sure as fuck won’t be on this floor.”
“I don’t do beds, charmer,” I point out.
He pulls me over him. “Care to tell me why?”
“Beds are boring, I like spontaneous fucking. Against walls, in a car, on a beach, bent over the couch.”
He rumbles and reaches down to squeeze my ass. “Ever been fucked somewhere that you could be caught any second?”
“No,” I say, my voice husky and low.
“Picture this,” he says, running his hand over my backside. “You’re bent over your balcony, tits bouncing as I fuck you hard from behind. Anyone walking down the street could catch you. A car could see you as they drive past.”
I shudder. “I won’t pretend that didn’t just make me wet.”
He tangles his finger into my hair and pulls me down, kissing me hard and deep. Then he pulls back and rasps, “What is it about you that I want so fucking much? Is it your honesty? So few women would tell me how wet they are.”
“You want to know how wet I am?” I murmur. “I’m so fucking wet I can feel both you and me on my thighs.”
This earns me a groan. He spreads my legs with his hands and dips his fingers into my still sensitive pussy.
“So fuckin’ wet, baby, and you know what?” he murmurs, shifting me off him and sliding down my body. “I didn’t get to taste you.”
He spreads my legs wider before lowering his face to me. It turns me on to know that he’s tasting both of us and that it doesn’t bother him. It’s erotic, so incredibly dirty. His tongue slides through my slit and I whimper, arching up. He grumbles against my flesh and wraps his arms around my hips. He keeps sucking and licking, taking all of me.
“Oh God,” I cry when his finger swirls against my entrance.
He hums against my clit and the vibrations send me over the edge. I come fast and hard, screaming his name. He lifts his face, staring down at me with those lusty golden eyes. Then he gets to his knees, cock hard again, and thrusts inside me with no warning. My back bows, and my mouth opens with pleasure, but no sound comes out. I let my eyes flutter closed as he begins to fuck me again, slowly, deliciously.
“You have perfect tits,” he growls. “So fuckin’ round.”
I groan, thrashing my head from side to side as pleasure begins to build once more.
Then Reign leans down, wrapping his arms around me and picking me up. He stands effortlessly, like I weigh nothing. He keeps his cock inside me, his arms around my hips, and my legs around his. He carries me out through the lounge and to my balcony. He presses me over the railing. Even though it’s late, cars are zooming past below us. A dim light from my balcony turns on when it senses our movement.
It’s empowering and such a turn-on.
“Touch your gorgeous nipples, rub them. Turn every fucker on that looks up here. Show them how good it feels to have my cock deep inside your sweet cunt,” he grunts from behind me as he begins thrusting hard and fast.
A car horn honks and my belly spasms, my pussy clenching around his cock.
“Yes,” he growls. “Fuck yes. You like that. Your pussy just rewarded me for that car horn.”
I pinch my nipples, staring down at the cars below us. To them, we’re quite possibly very clear with the light illuminating us. Knowing that someone could be watching me right now has everything inside me clenching.
“You’re a daredevil,” he says, leaning over and pressing a kiss to my spine as he fucks me harder. “I knew you would be.”
I come first, throwing my head back and whimpering his name. He presses a hand to my belly and uses it to drive his thrusts, pumping into me harder.
“Come again for me,” he breathes into my ear. “Come harder.”
Another horn sounds, and someone yells, “Yeah dude, fuck her.”
Just knowing they can see what we’re doing but don’t know who we are sparks something inside me. It’s deranged, but I can’t stop myself from wanting it. The thrill that cascades through me is intense. Reign slows the p
ace, dragging his cock out before slowly shoving it back in.
“My cock is wet with you,” he pants. “Come again for me. Come on, baby.”
He reaches around and finds my clit, and he flicks it with his finger. I spread my legs wider, holding onto the railing. So close, oh God, I’m so close. He massages my clit a little harder, and tilts his hips up on that perfect angle.
I come again. This time he joins me, as if he had been holding out just for me. Feeling him pulsing inside me as I clench around him, hearing his hiss of pleasure, is enough to make any woman never want to let go.
He wraps an arm around me when we both come down from the high we were just on, and he pulls me back into him. “You’re cold.”
He pulls me backwards inside, and I don’t realize until we step back into the warmth that he is right, I am cold. He takes a robe from the back of the couch where I so lazily threw it a few days ago, and drapes it over my shoulders before leaning down and pressing a kiss to my neck. I close my eyes and breathe him in, finding myself not wanting to let him go.
“Are you hungry?” he asks.
I shake my head, nuzzling my nose into his neck.
“Thirsty?”
I shake my head again.
“Sleepy?”
After tonight, and all the shit that went down, I am actually quite tired. I nod.
“Come on. Let’s get you to sleep.”
He wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me into the room. My body is aching in the most pleasant way from our fucking. I flop down onto my bed the moment I reach it, not even bothering to take the robe off. Reign sits on the side of the mattress pulling back the sheets.
“Are you staying?” I ask on a yawn.
He shakes his head. “I can’t.”
I think it, but I don’t say it.
Slutena.
There are no prizes for second best. I keep telling myself that. It doesn’t stop me wanting Reign, though. It just keeps me understanding that there’s a good chance it’ll be me that gets hurt out of this.
“Stop thinking,” he says, his face hardening.
“I’m not,” I lie. I pull a blanket over me and sink into my pillow with a sigh.