“Funny, Remi.”
She pokes her head out from her bedroom doorway. “Not trying to be. I’m going to take a nap before my shift at the diner. You just drink that wine of yours and think about all of the reasons that you shouldn’t quit.”
I shake my head and laugh to myself when she closes herself inside her room and then opens it real fast to yell at me. “Got it!”
“Got it. Jeez, Remi.”
After Remi left for the diner two hours ago, I needed to get out of the house for a bit, so I took a long run and then went to the grocery store.
It’s well past ten now and my mind is still stuck on Lynx and this damn job that I really want, but am trying hard to convince myself that I don’t.
I’m not going to lie . . . my body wants to march back to that mansion right now and let Lynx do anything and everything he wants to me, but my head keeps telling me that I need to be strong.
If this boss, employee relationship is going to work, then it needs to be just that. Plain and simple.
I go to work.
He tells me what needs to be done.
I do my job.
I leave.
Simple. Right?
I know it’s going to be anything but simple, yet I think I’m up for the challenge.
Sitting in my bed with my laptop in my lap, I begin surfing the web, while popping grapes in my mouth.
After about ten minutes, I get bored and find myself staring at Alphachat.com again. I decide to pull up that second picture that he asked me to edit.
There’s nothing to edit. Is he insane? It’s beautiful and he knows it.
Him completely naked, holding his dick under a damn waterfall. What could possibly make this better than it already is?
It’s working perfectly fine at getting me all hot and bothered and I have a feeling that he just wanted to give me a reason to stare at him naked.
Jerk.
Leaving the picture as is, I close out his message and find myself looking at Lynx’s profile.
The thing I’ve learned about the website is that the boys can see when any of their clients are logged in, but we can’t see them unless they want to be seen.
Very smart on their part.
I can’t even imagine how many chat requests they’d receive otherwise.
Staring at the screen, I get frustrated with myself, realizing that I’m waiting for a message to pop up from Lynx.
“What the hell am I doing? This is fucking ridiculous.”
I quickly shut down my computer and shove it aside, wanting to kick my own ass for even being slightly curious about what Lynx might be up to right now.
Each time I log into that site, I’m leaving myself open and vulnerable for him to work his way even further under my skin and cloud my thoughts.
He’s my damn boss and I’m going to keep it that way as long as I can . . .
SHIT. WHEN I SAW REBEL’S name pop up last night proving that she was online, I wanted nothing more than to cancel my call for the night and ask her why she was “studying” the chat site again.
Her being on so late gave me all the confirmation that I needed to know that she’ll be here at my door in less than thirty minutes, ready to keep her job.
I just hope she’s ready for everything this job entails. I’m not going to lie; my guys are a rough bunch to put up with. Half of the fuckers run around with their dicks swinging when they’re in a rush to prepare for more than one show and want to grab a quick bite in between or a prop that they left in a different room.
Hell . . . it took my ass time to get used to it and I’m one of those fuckers running around sometimes.
The pawing at my door starts up again, causing me to stand up and open my office door. Alpha has been sitting outside my damn door since I closed myself in here more than thirty minutes ago.
Very fucking conveniently, Blaze has found every excuse to be too busy to talk ever since I found Alpha in my bed a few mornings ago.
“Blaze. In my office. We need to talk.”
I sit down in my chair and Alpha instantly lays down at my feet.
Blaze pokes his head in my office a few minutes later, looking like his ass has just rolled out of bed. The fucker definitely had a rough night. “Yeah. What’s up?” He promptly looks down at Alpha by my feet, before looking back up at me. “Isn’t the fucker cute?”
I run my hand over my face in frustration. “You know the rules. Maybe next time you can include the whole fucking house in your decision to bring an animal inside these doors.”
“Sorry, my man. It was a spur of the moment decision.” He slaps his leg and calls Alpha to him. Alpha is quick to run across the carpet face planting into his leg, before falling over as Blaze begins to rub him with both hands.
“You mean a drunken decision,” I retort. “You’re lucky mini fucking Alpha there has grown on me a bit and that the other guys have been good with helping clean up after him.”
Blaze flashes a smile and picks Alpha up, talking in his face. “I was counting on you being a cute little shit. Welcome to the Alpha House¸ Little Guy.”
He walks away with a smile on his face while he continues to talk to the dog and I shake my head at that guy.
He's actually done better than I thought he would. I knew he'd be a mess, but what he brings to the business far out-weighs any shit I've had to deal with so far. As long as he continues to be a great profit, he can do whatever the fuck he wants.
After Blaze disappears, I look over at the clock to see that it’s just five minutes ‘til nine. Just then we get a buzz at the gate that brings a smile to my face. I know it's Rebel. She can't stay away and I love knowing I have that kind of power over her.
One of the other guys must let her in, because I don’t even get a chance to, before the gates are opening for her and I look on the screen to see her driving her black Jeep inside.
I gather the last of the paperwork up and try to decide how to make today an eventful work day for me with Rebel right by my side.
When I walk out of my office to let her in the front door, I look down to see Rome already standing by the opened door, shirtless and in his boxer briefs.
“Damn, what a great wake up call.” He looks Rebel over as she steps inside, her eyes wandering over Rome’s ripped body.
My blood instantly boils as he reaches out and grips her waist.
“Hands off,” I growl over the railing. “She’s here to work, not fuck any of you dicks.”
Rebel looks up at me with a slight smirk, as if me being bothered by Rome touching her makes her happy.
She turns back to Rome. “Thanks for letting me in.”
Rome lets out a small moan, while looking her over, but drops his hand from her, immediately. He knows if he doesn’t then he’ll lose the fucker.
“Not a problem.” He nods toward the kitchen and presses down on the front of his briefs. The fucker has a boner. “I’ll be drowning myself in coffee. Have fun.”
Rebel watches Rome walk away, before she walks up the stairs, storms past me and closes herself inside the office.
Well shit . . .
Now I really need to find a way to get her out of there and next to me.
Smirking, I watch as Rebel moans and groans, while looking for what I told her I needed help finding.
She won’t be finding it anywhere near there. Trust me. I just wanted a way to get her in my room.
“It’s nowhere over here. I’ve looked three times. Are you sure it’s . . .” With a look of frustration, she glances my way and freezes when she notices me taking my shirt off. “What the hell are you doing?”
“Taking a call.”
“Don’t you dare hit that . . .”
Before she can finish, I hit the accept button and Racylady28’s seductive voice comes through the black screen.
“There’s the sexy man I’ve been dreaming about for the last twenty-eight days. Oh my . . . Lynx. Have you gotten even hotter since last month?”
; I cock a brow and glance to Rebel’s side of the room when she growls out her frustration of being trapped in my room.
Ignoring her question, I finish taking my shirt off and toss it over at Rebel, just to work her up even more. I love seeing her so uptight and sexually frustrated, because I’m going to be the one to release that frustration and bring the animal out in her.
She flashes me the middle finger when my shirt lands on her face and then falls to her hand. “Fucker,” she mouths.
“Oh I like that,” Racylady28 purrs. “Your aggression is extremely sexy today. Now . . .” She pauses for a second. “I only have thirty minutes for break so let’s work quickly before someone finds me hiding back here. Take your pants off and let me see you in those sexy briefs.”
Biting my bottom lip, I pull the belt from the loops and then quickly strip out of my jeans, being sure to give Rebel a good view of my cock that is now hard from having her in the room, watching me.
She may be pretending that she’s not into my live show, but the way she keeps wiping her palms down her jeans, tells me otherwise.
“Very nice. Now rub your dick through the fabric for me. Rub it nice and slow and show me how good it feels.”
I feel Rebel’s eyes on me as I take my hand and begin rubbing it over my hard length, while slowly running my tongue over my bottom lip.
“Oh. My. God. You are a beautiful creature, Lynx. I’d give my left tit to be able to take the place of your hand right now.”
I give Rebel a cocky smirk, which only causes her to look even more pissed off than she did when I first hit that accept button, knowing damn well that she wanted to stay off camera.
The only way out of my room is on camera. I have her trapped and I can see it in her eyes that she wants to eat me alive right now.
“Lose the briefs and give me a good view of your nice firm ass. I want to memorize every single inch of your body by the time this call ends.”
Following my client’s demand, I pull my boxer briefs down, watching as Rebel’s eyes widen when my erect cock springs free.
Watching her, I stroke it a few times, reminding her of our call last week.
“Hey,” Racylady28’s voice cuts through, breaking up my show for Rebel. “I didn’t ask you to touch it yet. Attention my way. Why do you keep looking over there?”
This gets Rebel to smile as if she’s just thought of something.
I’m curious. Very fucking curious.
“Much better,” Racylady28 says when I turn back to face the camera. “Give me your full attention, while you slap that huge dick of yours against the palm of your hand. You know how much I love that.”
I begin doing as she says, slapping my cock against my palm.
Out of my peripheral vision, I notice some movement from Rebel, but I fight hard to not pay attention. That is until I hear what sounds like the zipper of her jeans, slowly coming undone.
Oh fuck me!
I risk a quick glance her way, to see her shirt lifted above her bra as she’s stepping out of her jeans, kicking them aside.
She flashes me a seductive smile, while slowly running her hand down her smooth stomach, letting it disappear into the top of her lacy thong.
“Over here, Lynx.” I can hear the frustration in Racylady28’s voice, so I do my best to give her my full attention, when all I really want to do is slam Rebel against the wall and fuck her until she knows who’s in control here.
“What next?” I growl out.
“Stroke it for me. Get it wet first with that oil you love so much.”
Squirting some oil in my hand, my eyes connect with Rebel’s and I can see the fire in them as she slowly begins sliding her hand around in her panties. I can tell she's putting her fingers inside her pussy by the way her fingers disappear and fuck me, I can't handle this shit.
She's torturing me and I'm sure she's getting me back for trapping her in here for my show.
She slides the lacy material to the side, giving me a full view of what she's doing.
I begin stroking my cock, while watching her finger herself. “Oh fuck,” I moan.
“Lynx. . . . Lynx.” Racylady28 fights to get my attention, but it’s stuck on Rebel looking so fucking beautiful as she slips her finger in and out of her wetness. I move closer to the screen so Racylady can't see me watching Rebel pleasure herself.
She lays against the wall and begins to move her other hand up her shirt. Her eyes are looking into mine and she continues to challenge me while I stroke myself in front of the camera.
Racylady's voice begins to annoy me because all I want to hear is Rebel. Her breath should be against my face or even against my cock and here I am fifteen fucking feet away.
“Fuck it!” I hit disconnect on the call and stalk toward Rebel with a purpose.
There’s no way in hell I can take a call, while she’s off to the side finger fucking herself and biting her damn lip like that.
She gives me a surprised look as I pick her up and slide her legs around my waist. Her eyes are dilated and I can tell she's turned on too.
“You want to play games?” I step away from the wall, taking her with me. “Then let's fuckin’ play.” I drop her on my bed and slide her panties off before I chase her up the mattress as she backs her way to the pillows. Her eyes never leave mine and I'm so fucking turned on right now that I can hardly stand the friction on my dick as it touches the blanket on the way to her.
I take her fingers and suck them into my mouth, tasting her wetness as I moan at the reminder of how she tastes.
“We shouldn't do this.” Her words say one thing, but her body is telling me another.
“Too fucking late.” I reach for a condom and watch her face while she watches my hands roll it on. The hungry look in her eyes matches mine and I'm literally aching to get inside this woman.
“Tell me you don't want my cock and I'll stop.” I lean over and kiss her. “Tell me you don't want my lips all over your body.” She begins to kiss me back and our tongues battle as we both fight for control. “Tell me you don't crave my tongue again and I'll stop.”
I move down her body and quickly run my tongue over her and pull her clit into my mouth. She's squirming against the bed while I move my tongue in and out of her. “This pussy isn't for your fingers. It's for me. My fingers, my tongue and my cock.”
Her grip on the sheet tightens as I move my body over her completely. Normally I'd spend more time teasing her, but honestly we've already done that. We've literally been doing foreplay since we first laid eyes on each other so to say I'm ready is a fucking understatement.
I work her bra up over her tits and take in how gorgeous she really is. Seeing them in daylight makes it so much better. She closes her eyes when I begin to lick both nipples before I take each of them into my mouth and roughly suck them.
“Fucking gorgeous.” I bite her nipple slightly and she grabs the back of my head, pulling me closer, with a slight moan.
“What are you doing to me?” Her words come out around the sexy sounds coming from her mouth, causing me to smile. I have her exactly where I want her. In my bed. Under me. Moaning against me.
I position myself over her and begin to slide into her, slowly, doing my best not to hurt her even though I’m dying to fuck her like I’ve never fucked before. “Fuck Rebel. You're tight as hell on my cock.”
“Don't stop.” She wraps her hands around my back as I thrust in harder each time, taking her deeper. She closes her eyes and leans her head back, releasing a moan mixed with pleasure and pain as I enter her again and again.
Fucking sexy. I never get tired of watching a woman take me in for the first time.
I start to move faster and harder with each thrust, while wrapping my hands into the back of her hair and pulling. “Fuck.” She finally takes in all of me and opens her eyes to meet mine. Towering over her, I fuck her while looking into her eyes every time she lets me.
Her nails begin to dig into my back, fueling me to go deeper and fas
ter, until the headboard sounds as if it’s going to fucking break from banging into the wall.
Fucking let it. It won’t be the first time I’ve had to replace one.
I move up to my knees and grip both of her thighs, lifting her up off the bed so I can fuck her deep like I’ve been craving since I saw her in the club.
Keeping my grip on her thighs, I grind my hips, pushing as deep as I can to make sure she feels all of me. I want her to feel me everywhere and I’m not stopping until I’ve had my fill of her. Something tells me it’ll be awhile before I’m truly done fucking her.
Growling against her lips, I run my right hand up her body, stopping at her throat. She grips my hand and whimpers as I thrust into her hard, making the headboard bang into the wall.
Then I do it again. And Again. And again, until she screams out as the bed starts to bang against the wall even harder as I fuck her like my life depends on it.
“Want me to stop?” I question against her ear hoping like hell she doesn’t tell me yes.
She digs her nails into my arm, telling me to keep going. Fuck, she’s perfect.
“Shit . . . Lynx,” she breathes. “Keep going.”
Smirking, I bite her neck and move my hips hard and fast, pounding into her tight, throbbing pussy as if it’ll be my last. She wants to fucking play games . . . She’s going to feel what I have to offer.
Nipping at her neck and then biting down, I slowly roll my hips into her a few times before resuming my desperate speed. I roughly suck on her neck to ease the pain of my bites while I continue to move over her. Her grip on me almost hurts as her fingernails pierce my back.
“It’s about to break,” she pants, while gripping me even harder.
“Good.” I thrust into her one more time, hearing it crack where it connects with the bed again. The bed falls with my next thrust and we’re both now sliding into the wall. I pull her into my arms and sit back on the bed. She’s still wrapped around my waist and I’m still buried deep inside her. She pushes against my chest and I let her think she has control by laying back on the bed.
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