by Anthology
Lifting her chin, she threw her long red hair over her shoulder, reached behind her, and answered his challenge. The hooks on her bra popped free. It felt good to jerk it off and drop it to the side of her. “I figured I’d give you a hand since you seem a little clumsy tonight and that happens to be one of my favorite bras. I think you can handle the rest. Make sure you handle with care.” She quirked one of her eye brows. Her eyes sparkled with amusement and playfulness. It had been a while since someone challenged her like this.
Soul grabbed his cock and began stroking it. “I could say the same for you.”
Patience licked her lips again, her eyes following the steady motion of his hand. Smiling coyly, she said, “Looks like you’re startin’ the party without me.”
“Nah, I don’t want to deny you the pleasure.”
“I assure you, the pleasure will be all yours.” Slowly, she dropped to her knees and lifted her hand to his cock, but she didn’t touch it, didn’t grab it. She knelt before him and simply stared for a moment before running her index finger over the tip to gather some of the wetness that had started to drip, and then brought her digit up to her lips and sucked, her tongue lapping everything up. Pre-cum or cum in general usually tasted salty to her. Not unpleasant, but it wasn’t a gourmet meal by any means. This time though, the normal salty muskiness existed like she always expected, but at the same time it was a little different. Sweeter? No, not that. Something though, and she wanted more of his unique flavor.
Grabbing his dick, she dislodged his hands and began stroking it, discovering for herself the terrain that lined his impressive cock. The smile on her lips turned lecherous when she discovered a ladder on the underside. Her gaze lifted to his, an amused sparkle in her eye. She didn’t say anything though.
He could see the question in her eyes and knew exactly what she had found. “A college dare.”
“You could have taken them out.”
“Could have, but my girlfriend at the time told me they felt good, so I left ‘em. You’ll have to tell me what you think.” Soul winked.
“Maybe.” If he thought he was going to get the upper hand, he had a lot to learn.
Lesson one began now.
Squeezing him around the base of his dick, she used her other hand to grab his balls as she licked around the head of his cock, before her mouth engulfed him and slid down about halfway. He was thicker than most men she’d sucked—longer too—but that didn’t mean she would not be able to take his twelve inches down her throat. She could…if she wanted…if she tried…if he could last.
Shiiiit! This siren’s mouth felt like heaven on his dick. The wet heat made him twitch with the need to come, but he couldn’t. The choke hold she had on the base of his cock kept him on the precipice between pleasure and pain, making it hard to allow his body the release it screamed for. He was on edge, harder than he’d ever been, and unable to come.
Patience pulled back and smiled sweetly to tease him. “Issues?”
“None at all,” he retorted, his voice sounding slightly forced, but he couldn’t handle her torture any longer. Reaching down, Soul grabbed both of her wrists quickly and squeezed until she released him. With a little more pressure, he pulled her to her feet and pushed her onto the bed. She landed with a small bounce.
It was his turn to fall to his knees.
Her legs dangled over the side of the bed and she lifted her upper body off of the bed with her elbows in order to watch him. She wanted to see what he would do.
Meeting her eyes, Soul grinned, showing off his white teeth before he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and slowly dragged the thong down her legs. He could smell her desire, could see it pooling between her thighs once the small scrap of cloth disappeared. “Beautiful,” he whispered in awe.
She moaned when she felt his breath against her thigh. This need went beyond a mere game. She had to have him…soon. “Come here,” Patience demanded, only to be met with his laugh.
Chuckling, he shook his head, his cheek grazing her thigh. “Not yet. You tasted me, now I get to taste you.” He licked both of her inner thighs, close to her apex. She’d been so wet, her legs were covered with her essence, and he partook of the offering before him. He kissed and nipped at her creamy skin, enjoying the way she gasped and moaned. Sometimes, it sounded more like a bird chirping, which he found oddly sexy.
Moving closer to her center, he reached her core and inwardly pounded his chest like an ape when he noticed the growing wet spot under her. She was just as affected as him.
“Are you just goin’ to gawk at it, or are you gonna do somethin?’” Her accent was getting thicker.
“Oh, I intend to do a lot tonight, Honey. Question is, are you ready?”
Men usually didn’t give as good as she gave, and she found herself slightly intrigued, but only a little. No guy was worth fawning over too much, no matter who they were or what they did for others. “I can take whatever it is you’re dishin’.” The moment the words were out of her mouth, she wondered if that were true.
Soul called her bluff…or took her dare, however she wanted to look at it because he licked her from hole to clit and then bit down on the little nub. She arched her back and he placed a hand on her stomach to hold her down. “Just like riding a bronc. Hafta hold on for dear life,” he murmured, but she didn’t hear him.
Returning his mouth to her clit, he inserted one finger and then a second into her pussy, curling them upward. She rewarded him with another scream as her fingers tangled in his hair and pulled. Her hips gyrated against his mouth, fucking herself against him. He sucked her clit harder, moved his fingers faster. Her insides were tightening around his digits, so instead of moving them in and out, he massaged her insides by moving his fingers up, down, and around.
Patience could feel her orgasm rushing upon her, and she couldn’t stop it. She couldn’t control her body at all. Unlike all her previous sexual encounters, he played her like a master. His mouth, his fingers, all of it felt like heaven. Tools from God or something.
And when her climax finally hit her, her whole body shook with spasms, her back arched off the bed, and she blacked out.
When she came to, her breath still came out in strangled gasps as if she’d run a mile. Her partner lay beside her instead of between her legs and she no longer hung off the side of the bed. He’d moved her. What the hell happened? “Uh…” Real eloquent, Patience.
“I’m guessing you enjoyed that.”
“And I’m guessin’ your dick is still strainin’...unless you finished yourself off in the bathroom. But considerin’ I don’t think I was out that long, you probably didn’t. Or are you one of those that comes in under a minute? If so, this is goin’ to be a very short night.”
“Still locked and loaded. Just waiting for you, Darlin’.”
“So kind of you.” Honestly, the fact that he affected her so, unnerved her. This was not normal, but she’d be damned if she divulged that to him.
Pushing him onto his back, she noticed the small pile of condoms on the bed next to his head. “Think you can use ‘em all?”
“Not sure, but it’ll be fun tryin’. Don’t you think?”
Cocking one of her eyebrows, she mocked him, “Let’s see what you got.”
“I think you’ve already seen it.” His eyes darted downward before returning to meet her gaze.
“Just because you got it, doesn’t mean you know how to use it.”
Soul had to admit, he liked her. He didn’t necessarily believe in love at first sight, but he definitely believed in lust at first sight; however, the way she talked and constantly challenged him, made him believe there could be more to them than just one night of great sex. So much more.
Patience grabbed one of the square packages and ripped it open. Taking out the lubricated condom, she wrapped one hand around his dick and rolled it on, covering his tool. He was ready for her, and she needed to feel him inside her. This went beyond pure desire. It was as if her ver
y existence depended on this.
Swinging one leg over him, she straddled him and slowly sank down onto his cock. Her head fell backward and she bit her bottom lip as her pussy engulfed him. He filled and stretched her, and damn, it felt good. Better than she thought it would.
“I hope you don’t think I’m just going to lie here and let you have your own way.” Soul grabbed her hips and thrust his own upward, sheathing himself to the hilt within her, making her moan in pure bliss. From this angle, he could see the long line of her neck. The skin of her breasts—shame he hadn’t tasted them yet—appeared almost transparent. He could see all of the veins weaving their way under the surface. Her neck was the same, but the muscles were taught from pleasure. Fuck, he could get used to this.
And then she swiveled her hips and it was his turn to groan in pleasure. It felt like electric sparks were shooting from her pussy down his cock. If she kept that up, he wouldn’t last long.
Between her gyrating and his thrusting, both were on edge. They moved together faster and harder, both desperately seeking release.
Soul could feel his climax building. Reaching down to her clit, he began to rub it furiously until she cried out and she spasmed around dick. As soon as hers hit, he couldn’t hold back any longer, and followed her into oblivion.
Chapter Four
Patience stared at the bookshelf in her office and sighed. She wasn’t really seeing it, or anything for that matter, but she couldn’t focus on work. It’d been a month since the last time she sang at Jodi’s club, and a month since she’d had the best sex of her life with a complete stranger. After a whole night of pleasure, she’d left him sleeping and hadn’t seen him since; although, there were a few times when she thought she’d seen him at the Farmer’s Market or mall, but when she looked a little more closely, it hadn’t been him.
Not that she wanted to find him. She didn’t. If she’d had even the barest of inclinations to have him in her life, she would’ve stayed or left her phone number. She’d done neither.
“Excuse me, ma’am.” Bonnie, Patience’s assistant, stuck her head into the office.
Shaking her head slightly, Patience waved her in and turned her chair around so that she faced her desk. It was time for work. The time for thinking about some stranger with dark hair and sinful ebony eyes had passed. She was the Vice President of Sales for the Southwest in her company, and with that position came certain expectations. Here, she had to act like one of the guys. She would not allow people to judge her solely based on her gender. Did that mean she ran a tight ship and earned the reputation of a ball buster? Yes, and she proudly wore that badge. Her team got results and was continually top dog in the company, beating out both the east and west coasts time and time again.
“Ma’am?” Bonnie called out to her.
“Sorry about that. I was just thinking about…our meeting this afternoon,” Patience quickly said, lying through her teeth. The stranger needed to be exorcised from her thoughts.
Bonnie nodded in understanding. “The client has confirmed the meeting time and he will be here at 1:00 P.M. I already have everything copied, the presentation ready, and the folders assembled. Do you need me to do anything else?”
The best thing Patience had ever done for herself was hire Bonnie to be her personal assistant. The woman was prompt, took initiative, and Patience could always count on her. “Refreshments?”
“I’ll be picking up a variety of pastries, sandwiches, and fruit at noon. Drinks will be brought in right before the meeting is scheduled to begin.”
“Excellent.”
“One more thing.”
“Yes?”
“Mr. Knox will not be able to join us due to an unexpected family situation. In his place, his son will attend.”
Furrowing her brow, she asked, “If it’s for family, wouldn’t his son also need to attend?” She’d met with this client a few times before, and his son had never been brought into the mix. Today, they were supposed to finalize the deal. This did not bode well.
“Apparently not. Mr. Knox said his son could handle everything.”
“And his son is? We haven’t met before.”
Bonnie flipped through her notepad and responded, “Soul Knox.”
“Okay then. Just in case, please make sure I have some time tomorrow to call Mr. Knox in case we need to discuss any of the particulars. I’m not a fan of changing players at the end of the ball game.”
“I’ve already rearranged your morning to allow you an hour to call him.”
“Thank you.”
“Is there anything else?”
Patience shook her head. “No, that will be all for now.”
“All right then. I’m going to wrap up a couple of things before I go and get the food.”
“’Kay. Thanks.”
As soon as Bonnie left, Patience turned to her computer and tried to concentrate. She just couldn’t concentrate today. It kind of made sense with Jodi calling her earlier and begging her to come back to the club to sing. Her friend had made the same call at least every other day over the past month. During the first two weeks of calls, she’d even pass on messages from the stranger, but Patience refused to listen. Jodi finally got the hint and stopped trying.
Today, Jodi called and once again begged her to sing. She even went so far as to say that the stranger hadn’t been back for the past week. Patience tried to explain that she was too busy to come in and perform, but her friend refused to accept her poor excuses. They’d known each other too long and Jodi knew her too well, but at the same time, she didn’t press Patience as much as she could have knowing that would be the worst way to get her to open up. The only way Patience finally got Jodi off of the phone was because she promised to come in the following week for one night…of course Jodi seemed to fail to notice that Patience hadn’t given her an exact day.
Forcing thoughts of singing, the club, and everything else out of her mind, she clicked her mouse and opened her email. If she threw herself into work, maybe she could forget a certain someone.
“Ma’am…Patience.”
Patience snapped her head up and glared. No one at work called her Patience except her superiors, and even then most still called her Ms. Thorn.
Bonnie ignored the dirty look. “I’ve been trying to call you. It’s almost time for the meeting. Mr. Soul Knox should be arriving any minute now.”
“Oh. Sorry.”
“Don’t worry about it. Time to get ready. The drinks and snacks have already been placed in the room. The folders are on the table and the presentation is set up.”
“The contracts?”
“I have them right here.” Bonnie tapped a folder she held in her arms.
Breathing deeply, Patience nodded and stood up. “Let’s get this over with. Hopefully Soul Knox isn’t a dumbass and we won’t have to start from the beginning with him,” she mumbled in an irritated voice.
“No promises.” Bonnie snickered, understanding her boss’s frustration. “Go ahead and go to the conference room. I’ll bring him back when he gets here.”
“Fine.” Patience stalked off toward the conference room down the hall from her office, trusting her assistant to handle the rest
Patience was supposedly a virtue, and her mother had named her that hoping Patience would be blessed with overabundance of the trait. The intent failed miserably. Impatient described her better, which meant in her family and circle of friends, her name had become somewhat of a joke within her circle of friends and family. Jodi used to laugh that her mother did her an injustice by naming her Patience. Doing so took away any patience she might have possessed.
And then she heard it. That voice. Patience knew that voice. It couldn’t be though. Could it? The stranger from the club, the one she’d left sleeping in the middle of a disheveled bed. Schooling her face, she plastered on her best business smile and spun around just as her customers walked into the meeting room. Sure enough, the very person who led the group of three was none other than
her stranger. No. Correction—not hers.
“Ms. Thorn, this is Mr. Soul Knox, and you know Mr. Bane and Ms. Koba,” Bonnie introduced everyone, and she wondered why her boss suddenly seemed stiff and slightly paler than normal. “Ma’am?”
“Hello. I’m Patience Thorn.” She stuck her hand out for everyone to shake like she normally did. Right now, she moved by instinct and habit alone.
The last person Soul expected to see when he walked in for his meeting had been Siren. The morning after their tryst, he’d woken up reaching for her and found nothing except bunched up sheets and blankets. She disappeared, and based on the coldness coming from the empty space on the bed, she’d left long before he opened his eyes. He’d tried to find her, begged the bartender for her real name, and when that hadn’t worked, he pleaded with Jodi to pass on messages that had all been ignored. He’d even gone to Aria night after night hoping Siren would show up to perform, but she’d gone MIA and no one would tell him where to even begin searching for her. Without a name or anything else, he’d had nothing to go on.
“Ms. Thorn. I’m Soul Knox.” He reached for her hand and held it tightly. It was slightly wet, and he knew he’d shocked the hell out of her when he suddenly appeared for their scheduled meeting. She looked different in this environment. Her red mane had been thrown up into a tight bun, her green eyes were hidden behind thick black plastic frames, and her gray business suit looked like almost any other professional suit worn by numerous executives, but it did nothing to hide her curves. Could she be the female version of Clark Kent, but instead of turning into Superman, she turned into the Siren of Texas?
“Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Knox.”
Although his father always tried to drill business etiquette into his head, he still hated to be called “Mr. Knox.” That would forever be his father and grandfather. “Please, call me Soul.”
“Soul.” She inwardly cringed. To her, it made it feel like the line between business and personal started to blur. They didn’t exchange names for a reason. She stayed hidden for a reason. And now somehow the wall she erected had been bulldozed. The universe was having a great laugh at her expense. “If all y’all will take your seats, we can get started.”