by Eve R. Hart
“You alright?” Her eyes looked sad for a moment. I imagined they mirrored mine. She walked around the desk and I leaned back in the chair so I could look at her.
“Yeah.” I tried my best to sound convincing.
“You know… I know you’re lying, right?” She gave me a tiny smile and stepped in between my legs right front of me. She rested her ass against the edge of my desk. Her scent filled my nose and I forgot about everything I had been thinking about before she walked in. My eyes raked up her body and I tilted my head to meet her eyes.
“Club stuff,” I said. She nodded, like she understood that was all I was going to tell her. “You and Chris have done good cleaning this place up.”
“Thanks. Trying to give you one less thing to stress about. And trying to keep busy.” There was a flicker of sadness behind her eyes as she gave a small shrug. “So, there anything else I can do to help you out?”
Her eyes turned dark and my thoughts instantly became dirty. Her tongue darted out to lick her bottom lip before she pulled it in between her teeth. In a matter of seconds, I was hard. Her gaze flickered down and I knew there was no hiding it. Before I could suck in a deep breath to shut it down, she dropped to her knees and fiddled with my belt. She had my cock out in seconds and was stroking it until I was hard as steel.
“Rea…” I had meant to tell her she didn’t have to, but before I could finish her warm, wet mouth was closing around me. I sucked in a harsh breath at the feeling. “Fuck, Rea.”
I fisted her hair as she worked me up and down, pushing her limits each time she went down. Her eyes looked directly into mine as she let out a low moan that vibrated all the way through my body. I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer. She felt so good. I had never felt the urge to come so fast.
There was a loud knock at the door making us both jump a bit. Since there wasn’t a lock on the door, I started to freak out a little. With anyone else on their knees in front of me and I wouldn’t have given two fucks. But Reagan was different. I didn’t want anyone thinking of her in that way. The handle slowly turned and I shot forward, trying like hell to hide her under the desk and cover up what was going on. I leaned my elbows on the edge of the desk, trying my best to look casual. I doubted I was pulling it off. Reagan paused, her mouth still closed around me. Fuck! I wanted to kill the person that was on the other side of that door.
“Hey, Loch,” Bocca said stepping in. “Saw Reagan’s car out front, but didn’t see her out there.”
My jaw tightened as she resumed sucking me. Her soft tongue made slow circles around my shaft. I couldn’t say anything. I couldn’t even form words in my head at that point. It was all I could do not to let out a loud growl and shoot my load down the back of her throat.
My eyes locked on Bocca and he gave me a questioning look. Then his eyes flicked down to the bottom of the desk, where I imagined the bottom of her boots were visible. I swore to God if he said anything I was going to beat him to a bloody pulp. Rage flowed through me as his lips cocked into a smirk.
“Maybe she’s in the stock room. I’ll just wait at the bar for her to finish,” He said as he backed out of the room, closing the door behind him. Tomorrow I was going out and buying a lock for that fucking door.
I leaned back in my chair and I could tell she was smiling around my cock. My nostrils flared and my jaw ticked as I looked down at her. I grabbed her hair and pulled her up, not hard enough to hurt her, but enough to know what was about to happen. She let out a small squeal as I ripped her shirt up over her head. I pulled her into me, my mouth crashing into her in a heated and deep kiss. She moaned into my mouth as I slid my tongue past her lips. I unclasped her bra and pulled it off with a firm tug. Then I pulled away from her mouth and turned her around. I grabbed the back of her neck and pushed until she bent over the desk. I slid my hand lightly down her back then grabbed the bottom of her skirt and pushed it up over her ass. I was met with a black, lacy thong. I smiled as I ran my finger between the lace and her pussy. She was soaking wet for me. I fucking loved it.
I pulled her thong down to her knees. Then, with out warning, I brought my hand down on her ass. The loud smack echoed through the small room. Her flesh jiggled under my hand and it was all I could do not to push myself into her tight pussy. Her back bowed as she lifted off the desk a little. I did it again and she let out a little moan. I rubbed her red, hot ass a few times to soothe the sting. Lining my hard cock up with her opening, I leaned over her, my mouth right beside her ear.
“Not a sound.” I pushed into her fast and hard. She sucked in a harsh breath and I saw her bite her lip. “Good girl.” I pulled out and pushed back in again. She was trying her hardest to stay quiet. “You think that was funny? You think I want them out there thinkin’ about all the things you can do? Thinkin’ about you doin’ those things to them. Thinkin’ about how tight and amazin’ your pussy feels.”
I pounded into her a few more times, her pussy dripping and quivering around me. She was close already. But I wasn’t done with her yet. I had a fucking point to make. And not to mention, it felt too fucking good to be bare inside of her.
“You think I want them to hear all the fuckin’ sexy noises you make while you’re gettin’ fucked?” I went on. She was biting her lip so hard it was turning white and I was worried she might bleed. But I could tell she was enjoying it. So I didn’t let up. “This. Is. Mine.” I punctuated each word with hard deep thrusts. I bit her earlobe as I thrust in once more.
Her body tightened around me and she came hard. I had no idea why I said those things. Hell, I had no idea why I’d done it all in the first place. But it all felt right. I left myself inside her until she was done shaking, but I wasn’t even close to being finished with her. Hell, I never wanted to be done. I pulled out and she whimpered. I smiled, knowing that she loved the feeling of me filling her up as much as I did. I bent over her, wanting to be as close as I could to her. I lips brushed over her skin as I kissed up her back, her skin prickling under my lips. I loved that I made her do that. I loved how responsive her body was to me. Even the lightest of touch, I could see something spark inside her. I smiled against her skin and placed one last kiss behind her ear. I could see her eyes close for a second as I did.
I pulled her up and turned her around. I attacked her neck and collarbone with feather kisses as I rolled her pebbled nipples between my fingers without urgency. She ran her fingers under my shirt and I swear I felt a trail of electricity. Palming her ass, I lifted her up on the desk. I slid inside her again, fucking her slowly this time. She pulled my mouth to hers and wrapped her lean legs around my back. Everything about her felt perfect. She felt like home. In that moment, all the life problems fell away and it was just us. Moments later, I felt her body start to tighten around me and quiver again.
“Nate,” she breathed beside my ear, my face buried in her neck. Her words caused me to speed up. “Oh, fuck Nate. Don’t stop, please.” Her voice was desperate and shaky. Her words so low that only I would hear them. My fingers tightened around her hips, digging into her flesh. I felt my dick throb and I knew I couldn’t hold back much longer.
“Look at me, Rea,” I said pulling my head back so I could see her. My forehead fell against hers and our eyes in a deadlock. Her mouth parted in a silent O. “Come with me.” I whispered.
“Oh, God.” Her eyelids fluttered like they wanted to close, but she managed to keep them open. “Nate,” she breathed out and came. I thrust deep into her and stilled as I spilled into her with a loud growl of her name.
She collapsed into my chest and I wrapped my arms around her. We stayed there, unmoving, for what felt like an eternity.
Finally, her legs relaxed and I slid out of her as she moved to stand. She bent down and picked up her discarded clothing. Her thong was still hanging off of one ankle. She shimmied it up into place and pulled down her skirt. I tucked myself back into my pants and zipped up. I let out a sad sigh as she put her bra and shirt back on. I stepped back to g
ive her a little space, even though that was the last thing I wanted to do.
I was at a loss what to do next. I wanted to tell her that it meant something. That she meant something. But I wasn’t sure where she was at. She looked up at me and flashed me a sexy smile before running her fingers through her hair in an attempt to tame it.
“Feel better?” she asked.
Then I remembered the whole reason why she started this. I sighed on the inside and gave her a firm nod. I felt like an ass.
“Good. See you out there.” She patted my chest then dashed out of the office.
I collapsed into the chair and held my head in my hands. She was always just out of reach, and when I felt I had a hold of her, she slipped right through my fingers.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Reagan
It was a boring Wednesday night at the bar. A few of the guys were there. Chris and I were working and Brand was keeping us company at the bar. Nate was playing pool with Tank, while Diesel and Bocca stood off to the side chatting. Everyone had full drinks and there was a lull. I leaned my arms on the bar top and propped my chin on one hand.
“What’s up, buttercup?” Brand said across from me.
I sighed and shrugged. It had been a couple of weeks since the last Nate encounter in his office. I could’ve had sex with that man twice a day and still not gotten enough. He was good. Like top-of-the-charts-no-one-can-get-even-close, good. But I wasn’t one to beg for the D. And since he hadn’t said anything or made any kind of notion to sexy time, I just had to let it go.
“I think my grandma is getting more sex than me,” I said as I stared off at nothing. Brand snorted beside me and Chris let out a sharp, shocked laugh. “I walked down this morning and there was Mr. Wallace, from the bookstore, sitting at the table eating breakfast.”
“That doesn’t necessarily mean anything…” Chris said in a tone that let me know even he didn’t believe his words.
“He was in his boxers, reading the paper. Nan was in her bathrobe, pretty sure nothing underneath.” I grimaced.
“Oh, wow,” Brand said looking like he wanted to throw up his beer. I laughed at his face.
“That’s a mental image I didn’t need,” Chris said. “Anyway… you’re not the only one lacking in the sex department.” He patted me on the shoulder. We both looked at Brand and he raised an eyebrow.
Brand wasn’t one to talk about his sex life. Sex was a very open topic with the guys. There were the ones, like Diesel, who were silent but oozed sex appeal out of every pore. You knew they were getting it left and right. Then there were the ones that had all the charm. Like Bocca. And with all the club girls around, there was always an opportunity. But if Brand was dipping his stick in anything, he wasn’t bragging about it. For all I knew, he was a celibate virgin. I wouldn’t lie, I was a bit curious. If not only to know the answer.
“I feel like this could go in a bad direction,” Brand said, looking a little panicked. I let out a loud laugh. He wasn’t going to divulge anything.
“Well, now I’m thinking about it,” Chris said. I turned my head to look at him and he was staring directly at Brand. I followed the invisible line from Chris to Brand. I looked back at Chris to find him now giving me that intense dark look he was just giving Brand.
“Whoa,” I said and leaned back to stand up straight. They were both very attractive men. And the thought of having the two of them— especially at the same time— turned me on a little. But it wasn’t what I truly wanted. Who I wanted.
“Nope,” Brand said in a stern voice. “I like you like a dude, Chris, but just don’t feel that way. And as far as Reagan goes, I think we both know better.” Chris gave a half shrug.
“So… okay… wait…” I said looking at Chris. “You, like, straddle the line then?” Both of them let out a roar of laughter. This was it, I was going to get the bottom of it and clear my curiosity.
“I have no preference,” Chris said, shaking his head at me. “It’s all about chemistry and I happen to have that with all kinds.”
“You’ve been with guys, then?” I asked, with a bit too much excitement in my voice. Okay, maybe the mental image I was conjuring was making me a little hot. He gave me a slow nod. I could tell from the look on Brand’s face it wasn’t a shock to him and that it didn’t bother him in the least. I smiled at that. I wondered who else knew. Was it common knowledge and I was late to the party? Or was it like a select few that knew? “Anyone I know?” Brand looked down and Chris looked up like they were pretending they didn’t hear me. My mind went into overdrive and I wondered how I could get it out of them.
I was a smart girl, so clearly there was someone I knew. I bit my lip and pondered who it could be. I looked out across the bar. My eyes scanned each one of the guys in the bar, taking a moment on a few of them to pause and paint a mental picture. If it was one of them, I couldn’t see it. They all seemed very much like pussy loving men who boasted and, on some occasions, flaunted it around.
“I will get it out of you. Hold that thought,” I said, opening a few fresh beers and taking them out to the floor. I sized up Bocca and he gave me an odd look. It could’ve been him, I could almost see that. I handed Diesel his beer and raked over him with an open eye. He narrowed his eyes skeptically at me.
“The fuck, woman?” he said in a low voice. Then his eyes flicked over my shoulder to look in the direction of the bar and something changed. It was quick, but I caught it. Then he looked down and me and shot me a half smirk like he knew what was going on. “Hmm…” he grunted and turned back to whatever conversation he was immersed in before I came up. I raced back behind the bar, trying my best not to giggle like a school girl.
“No way…” I said and Brand chuckled. “But, isn’t he all about how many women he can sleep with? I’m so confused.” I laughed.
Diesel may not have aired out his conquests like others. But there was always little things I would pick up in conversations. I heard the way the guys teased him. Or they would make comments about him and so and so interrupting their sleep. I got the impression that Diesel was very vocal during his naked time activities.
“The thing about Diesel is that he likes sex. All sex, and a lot of it,” Chris said, a light blush covering his neck and ears. “I think he’s either eternally unsatisfied. Or he goes through people like water because he’s looking for something. Something… more.” He shrugged like he was saying that he couldn’t figure out which it was.
“Interesting…” I said, looking over at Diesel with trying to figure out which it was. He always seemed so closed off. I had a feeling that I would never figure him out. “So, what’s it like? How does it compare?”
“Are you really going to have this conversation?” Brand said, sounding amused.
“Yes, you can go if you want.” I shot him a playful wink at him.
“No, I must admit I’m intrigued.” Brand said as he leaned in like he was about to hear some sort of life secret.
“Oh, God,” Chris grumbled and I gave him a look of impatience. “Fine. Well for starters, guys tend to suck dick better.”
“Wait, what?!” I said a bit louder than I meant to. I looked around and it seemed no one else had noticed. They both chuckled at me.
“I guess guys know more of what they are doing, and they seem like they really want to be doing it. If a guy doesn’t want to he’s not going to do it just to appease the other person. For the most part, girls seem bored or disgusted. At least in my experience. They never take the time to enjoy it or try to make it good for me. It’s what I would imagine shoving my dick into a bowl of warm pudding would be like. Wet and sloppy. Plus, there is something about the feeling of a man’s scruff. When it’s rubbing against my thighs. The feeling of it when I grab his face while we make out.” Chris shrugged like it was as simple as that.
“Now there’s an image…” Brand said. “But I can sort of agree. With the girl part. Can’t comment on the other, sorry.”
“I like it,” I said, surpri
sing myself that I actually said that out loud. “I mean, what’s not to like? When I’m down on my knees it’s like I control everything. How fast he gets off. How deep he shoots his load down my throat. How long I can draw his orgasm out. That kinda stuff.” I brought my attention back to them and see them both sating at me mouths hanging open and eyes wide.
“What are we talking about over here?” Bocca said, clapping Brand on the back and taking a seat next to him. He took in the scene and leaned back confused. Completely oblivious to the crazy conversation he’d walked into the middle of.
“Blowjobs,” I said in a casual tone, pulling out another beer for him.
“Reagan was just about to school us in her dick sucking ways,” Chris said snapping out of his shock. “Sounds like she likes it a lot. Hey, maybe you could write a book.” I laughed at the idea.
“Or teach a class at the community center. There are many people who could learn from you, I’m sure,” Brand joked.
Bocca was still a little thrown off by our conversation, but trying his best to cover it up. I didn’t miss the fact that he looked back over his shoulder. He watched Nate for a second before turning his attention back to us.
“The art of blowjob-ing?” I said laughing. I shook my head wondering exactly how we took this strange turn. “There are many different ones that I have in here.” I tapped the side of my head.
“Wait, more than one?” Brand asked, brows knitted. I looked around at all three of them. They looked like they were sitting on the edge of their seat waiting for the good part of the story. I rolled my eyes.
“Yes.” I took a deep breath, preparing to give away my secrets. “There is the ‘I’m pissed at you and I’m not going to let you come’. And the ‘we shouldn’t be doing this in public’. That one is all about suction and speed.”
“How many are there?” Bocca asked, a look of genuine curiosity written on his face.
“I don’t know. I never listed or counted before.” I laughed. “Usually, I go with the trusted old fashioned. The one where you want the person to enjoy it as much as you do. The one that promises to lead to more.” My mind drifted off as I continued. “The one that starts out by running your tongue up the length of the bottom of the shaft. Enjoying the smoothness against your tongue. Then when you reach the tip, you slowly close your mouth around it. You swirl your tongue around a few times before moving down without urgency.”