“Come here,” he commanded.
I took two steps forward, then another. I stopped directly in front of him. In a move I didn’t expect, he grabbed my hips, then shifted me around until I was once again backed up against the cool tile wall. Without seeking permission, Edge gripped my cock and took me into his mouth.
I roared as pleasure slammed into me. All thoughts obliterated, my body took over. My hands shot to his hair and I held him there, pumping my hips forward, driving deep into his mouth. We were both controlling the movements yet working in tandem. The pleasure built to a crescendo, fast and furious. I pumped my cock into his mouth roughly, fisting his hair as I used him to chase my own release.
“Fuck,” I groaned. “You’re gonna make me come.”
Edge moaned, the vibrations shooting through my shaft and into my balls.
“I’m gonna come in your mouth,” I warned, tightening my grip on his hair.
Another moan from Edge triggered the electrical spark in my spine. My orgasm rushed upon me. I leaned into the wall as my cock pulsed, cum shooting into the hot cavern of his mouth. I watched as he swallowed me down, the sight robbing me of the remaining air in my lungs. Before I could catch my breath, he was on his feet, crushing me between his big body and the wall. He kissed me hard, his tongue relentless.
I thought for sure he was going to let me return the favor, thought he was driving toward it as he kissed the hell out of me. I grabbed for him, my hands sliding over smooth, wet skin. We fumbled like that for a few minutes, but when Edge pulled back, it wasn’t to allow me to go to my knees.
Instead of offering himself up to me, the man shocked me to the depths of my soul.
He simply turned and walked out of the shower.
Then right out of the room.
Never one to ignore what I deemed to be an oncoming storm, I shut off the water, dried myself off. I didn’t bother with clothes, simply wrapped the towel around my hips and secured it.
I didn’t make it to the bedroom door before Edge was returning. I stopped, watching him. He had pulled on jeans, but his chest and feet were bare.
“The pizza was in the oven,” he said simply, his hot gaze roaming over me.
“And…?”
His eyes narrowed. “And what?”
I didn’t say a word. Couldn’t.
Edge finally moved, stepping closer until there was no space between us. When he leaned toward me, I thought it would be for a kiss, but instead, his hand shot up to my throat and he held me there, our eyes locked.
“I want to feel your mouth on my dick,” he growled softly. “I want to feel your throat work when I push in as far as I can.”
With his hand gripping me, I couldn’t move but I was sure he could see the submission in my eyes. As far as I was concerned, there was no reason to deny what I ultimately desired.
Edge’s eyes darted over to the bed, but rather than utilize it, he released my neck and motioned for me to leave the room. Unsure what his plan was, I walked.
“My bedroom.”
I swallowed hard. Jamie was in his bed, sleeping soundly if I had to guess.
I continued into his room. The bathroom light was on, the door mostly closed so only a sliver of light slipped out.
Edge moved around me and onto the bed. Without hesitating, he reclined, only inches away from Jamie.
I watched them both, waited for what he wanted me to do. When he motioned me over with his finger, my feet instantly followed the command. His hand shot out, jerked the towel from around my hips. It dropped to the floor.
When Edge spoke, he didn’t whisper as I’d expected him to. “Kneel between my legs. On the bed.”
My eyes shot to Jamie when she stirred.
“Don’t make me tell you again,” Edge growled.
The dominant force laced in the words had me moving, shocking me with their intensity. I’d heard Edge command dozens of submissives, but never like that. There was something different. I had to wonder if it was specifically for me.
I straddled his legs, then waited.
“Free my cock.”
I deftly unhooked the button then lowered the zipper. He’d gone commando, so it only took a second to free his cock from the denim. Rather than remove his jeans, I left them just past his hips, confining his movements.
“Put your mouth on me,” he ordered.
Jamie shifted again, likely awakened by the rough growl of Edge’s voice. I didn’t wait to see if she had opened her eyes before I lowered my head, sliding my lips over the hard ridge of his cock.
“Suck me,” Edge commanded gruffly.
I did. I slid my mouth over him, not taking him all the way at first.
A sharp gasp had me pulling back, my eyes shooting over to Jamie. She was propped up on one elbow watching me.
“Did I tell you to stop?” Edge asked, sliding his arm around Jamie and pulling her toward him.
I didn’t answer, but I did resume laving his dick. If I hadn’t just gotten off in the shower, I probably would’ve lost it then. Knowing Jamie was watching was a turn-on like no other.
“Do you like seeing his mouth on me, sweetness?”
“I definitely do,” Jamie rasped.
“Me, too.” Edge groaned. “Lucky for him, I won’t last long. I could watch him suck my dick all night long.”
Heat slammed into me, but I didn’t stop.
“Take all of me,” Edge commanded, his hand snaking into my hair.
I leaned down, allowing the head of his dick to brush the back of my throat. I swallowed and the growl that came from Edge spurred me on. When I pulled back, his fist tightened in my hair and he pulled me back down. We repeated the dance as I deep-throated him again and again.
“I’m going to come in your mouth,” he informed me.
I knew it wasn’t a request. He was merely verbalizing his intentions.
“Put your hand in his hair, sweetness,” Edge instructed.
Jamie’s cool fingers slid into my hair, her fingernails lightly scraping against my scalp.
“Now hold him there.”
Her fingers tightened, but not nearly enough. Edge solved that problem when his hand gripped my hair fiercely, pain shooting erotically down my spine.
When his hips lifted, his cock tunneling into my mouth, I remained where I was. Their hands remained in place, holding my head as Edge took what he wanted from me. He drove up into my throat relentlessly, over and over, his growls getting louder as he did.
And when he came, it was with a roar, which had satisfaction slamming into me.
ELEVEN
EDGE
Friday, November 2, 2018
THE NEXT COUPLE OF DAYS WENT BY quickly, but not without incident.
Halloween really wasn’t my favorite day of the year, but generally there was a good time to be had—at least for the members—at the club.
This year was the exception.
Which was the very reason I was walking toward Zeke’s office, fully intending to apologize for the incident that had occurred. One that could’ve easily been avoided if I hadn’t been so damn distracted. Unfortunately, I’d already made the mistake and it couldn’t be taken back.
How could you have known? I mean, really.
I stopped in the doorway to Zeke’s office, then watched as the man frowned at his cell phone.
Turn around, go back the way you came. Clearly, he’s not in the mood to chat.
Ignoring the inner voice, I rapped lightly on the frame of the door and waited for Zeke to look up.
“What’s up?” he asked, sounding far too chill for the expression on his face.
“That’s supposed to be my question,” I answered. “Need to talk?”
“About?”
Yeah, okay. So he was going to play that way. I figured I might as well get this argument underway. “For starters, what went down at the club on Wednesday.”
“Nothing went down,” he said, although he couldn’t maintain eye contact. “I had some
things to take care of.”
See? He had a perfectly good explanation for running out of there like his ass was on fire.
“Yeah?” I lowered myself into the chair across from Zeke. “That’s why Trent informed me I’d made a serious mistake by approving a certain submissive’s membership.”
Zeke shrugged. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Matt Steinberg. Name ring a bell?”
He didn’t move, didn’t so much as blink, but I could tell the name alone pissed him off. “Actually, no.”
“Shit, Zeke.” I leaned forward, feeling as shitty now as I had when Trent advised me that I’d allowed Zeke’s ex-boyfriend into the club. “I had no idea who he was.”
Zeke sighed. “It’s not your fault. Not like I’m big on sharing details of my past.”
“Well, if it’s any consolation, I’ve revoked his membership because of the incident on Wednesday.”
He looked slightly relieved by the news, but it was the least I could do. For one, I didn’t tolerate the sort of confrontation that Matt had instigated on Halloween. Although I hadn’t witnessed it myself, I’d heard that Matt had purposely sought Zeke out and made a spectacle of himself in front of everyone on the main floor.
“Trent had a conversation with him before he left,” I informed Zeke. “From what I gathered, it wasn’t good.”
Zeke nodded. “Matt showed up at my house that night.”
“Damn it.” I took these things seriously and I wasn’t sure how I could fix what I’d clearly fucked up. “I’m sorry, man.”
“No need to apologize. It’s been taken care of.”
“How about Brax and Case? They cool?”
Zeke’s answer came in the form of a shrug. I could see the concern in his dark eyes. I hadn’t seen any of them since the night in question, although I’d worked at the club last night, expecting them to show.
When Zeke still didn’t answer, I got worried. I knew the man all too well and he had a penchant for imploding.
I leaned back in my chair, prepared to dig in deep. “Don’t tell me you booted them because of Matt.”
“Not because of Matt, no.”
Oh, hell. I sighed, rolled my eyes. “Where are they now?”
“Who knows.”
“Have you talked to them?”
Zeke sat up, his mask of indifference falling into place. He was shutting me out.
“Nothing to talk about. They’ve run their course. I’m ready to move on. I warned them already so it’s not a surprise.”
Wow. There actually is someone more in denial than you. How about that?
I barked a laugh, ensuring Zeke heard I wasn’t amused by him or the stupid voice. “You honestly think I’m buying this bullshit?”
Indifference morphed into anger, his eyes narrowing. “I don’t give a shit what you’re buying, Edge.”
Before I could launch into a tirade, a knock sounded at the door. I glanced over, saw Jamie standing there. I hadn’t seen her since Wednesday morning when she woke up in my bed, cuddled between me and Cav. That had been a long night, which had continued into a long rest of the week for me. I didn’t realize until right that moment that I had missed her so fucking much.
“I don’t mean to interrupt,” she said softly, her eyes coming to rest on me.
God, she looked good. She was wearing a floor-length purple skirt and a short, white, long-sleeve blouse. She was so damn pretty and far too innocent for the likes of me. Still, I wanted to pull her into my arms and hold her, inhale her sweet scent, and never let her go.
Go ahead. See if we can piss her brother off more.
But I knew I couldn’t do that. Certainly not here. So, I pushed to my feet, glanced at Zeke briefly, then turned my attention to her. “He’s all yours, Jamie. Maybe you can talk some sense into him.”
As I passed by her, I allowed my fingers to brush her arm, needing the contact. We’d been talking on the phone and texting the past couple of days, but I realized seeing her had been what I needed. Although she was a temptation I should’ve avoided for my own sanity, I realized it no longer mattered.
“Come find me when you’re finished with him,” I told her, keeping my voice low.
“Bullshit!” Zeke shot to his feet. “She’s not gonna come find you, Edge.”
Anger slammed into me as I pinned Zeke with a glare. What the fuck?
We both stood there, staring one another down like two dogs ready to tear each other’s throats out, the winner marking their territory. I could see Zeke’s anger, knew deep down it wasn’t directed at me, but somehow, I was going to bear the brunt of it.
Well, fuck that. “I wasn’t asking your permission, Zeke.”
“Stop. Please,” Jamie pleaded, placing her hand on my arm. “I’ll come find you when I’m done.”
Realizing Zeke was dangerously close to exploding, I nodded at Jamie, then glared at Zeke one more time for good measure before slipping into the hall and heading back to my office.
Good news. He doesn’t think you’re a pussy anymore.
“Shut up,” I grumbled under my breath.
“You okay?”
I jerked my head up, noticed Justin standing outside my office door. “Fine. What’s up?”
“You ready to chat?”
“Today’s not a good day.”
His eyes raked over my face briefly before he nodded. “I heard about the problem at the club.”
If he wanted to assume that was the reason I was pissed, more power to him.
“Maybe we can catch up on Monday? You here then or at the club?”
“Probably the club,” I said, not making eye contact.
“Okay, fine. Tuesday.”
I nodded although I wasn’t committing to anything.
When I had accepted the job at Chatter PR, I had informed Justin that I would be balancing my time at the club with my time in the office. They didn’t expect to see me often, and I was grateful for that. However, now that they’d offered me a partnership, I suspected that was going to change. I still hadn’t given Justin my answer because I honestly didn’t know what I wanted to do. Trent paid me a good salary to manage his club, and truth be told, I enjoyed my role there. I wasn’t sure I was ready to give it up, but I feared that was a decision I would have to make if I was going to take on a responsibility of this magnitude.
I waited for him to walk away before I stepped into my office and closed the door.
Although I’d never cared much for a desk job, I did enjoy the atmosphere in the office. With Addison and Luci flitting around, performing their secretarial duties along with their submissive ones, it was rather interesting to say the least. One thing I’d learned early on in my employment here was that knocking on doors was a must. After the one time I’d walked in on Ben and Addison—he’d had her strapped down to his desk—I knew it was a requirement going forward.
The memory had me thinking about Jamie, imagining what she’d look like strapped to my desk.
Now that’s a nice fantasy. Got any rope handy?
I shook off the thought because it wasn’t going to happen. Not here. Not with Zeke only a short distance away.
Oh, so now he’s the only reason? What happened to her being a virgin? Her being twelve years younger? Not a submissive?
I gripped my head, squeezed. I needed that fucking voice to go away. I was beginning to doubt my sanity and it was starting to piss me off. The only time the voice seemed to be quiet was when I was with Jamie and Cav.
There you go. Spend more time with them. Less time with me.
I took a seat at my desk and dialed Cav’s number.
“What’s up?” he greeted.
“I’m working at the club tonight. Thought maybe you’d stop in.”
There was a brief pause, followed by, “What exactly did you have in mind?”
After our encounter on Tuesday night, Cav and I hadn’t seen much of each other. I wasn’t sure if he was avoiding me or if life was simply ge
tting in the way, but it felt as though something was lingering between us.
A knock sounded on the door and I glanced up. “Come in.”
I expected to see Jamie, but it was Cav staring back at me, the phone to his ear. He smirked, then disconnected the call and stepped inside.
“Figured you didn’t realize I was in the building.”
I set my phone on the desk and leaned back in my chair. “I didn’t.” I motioned him in. “How’s it going for you?”
“Good. They got me set up in my own office and Zeke’s asked me to manage Heather and Lance.”
“What do you think of them?”
Like Jamie, seeing Cav made me realize how much I missed him. If I had my way, I’d be spending a lot more time with them both, but at the moment, I needed the space. Being that Jamie was new to the scene—not to mention a virgin and, yes, twelve years younger than me—a slow pace was a requirement for her. Not an easy feat when I wanted her so fucking badly.
On the other hand, I couldn’t stop thinking about the way she’d reacted to seeing Cav sucking my cock in my bed. I’d purposely gone in there in the hopes that she’d wake up. I had needed to see her reaction, to know she was okay with what was clearly going to happen between me and Cav. When she had shifted closer so she could watch, I’d damn near come right then.
Afterward, the three of us had relocated to my living room, chowed down on pizza, and watched a movie until Jamie once again dozed off. When I noticed Cav doing the same, I moved her back to my bed, where Cav and I slipped in beside her. I couldn’t remember a night I’d slept quite so soundly. I certainly hadn’t slept that well since.
Cav smiled. “Heather’s a go-getter. Extremely eager. Probably take her a little time to settle in, realize how demanding this job can be.”
“And Lance?”
“I can’t get a good read on him yet. But we’ll figure it out in time.”
Another knock sounded and I called out for the new arrival to come in.
Jamie opened the door and Cav instantly went to his feet. I smiled up at her. “Come in. Shut the door, please.”
She stepped inside, but she wasn’t smiling.
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