by K. J. Lewis
“Thank you.” She motions to the business card and walks back to the building.
Reid is waiting for me when I turn the corner of our SUV, and before I can do anything, he claims my mouth in a kiss so passionate and desperate it takes my breath away. When he finally stops long enough to catch his breath, my cheeks are wet.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
“For what?” His thumbs wipe away my tears.
“For not letting him win. You haven’t done anything to me that I haven’t loved and wanted more of. I don’t want to be treated like glass. I want sex with you to be about me and you. Not censored because of what happened to me seven years ago.”
“That’s easier said than done,” he confesses. As desperate as I am for him not to change his ways with me, I understand I need to be patient and give him time to catch up. He’s only known for a couple of hours. I’ve had seven years to get where I am today. Pulling his mouth to mine, I attempt to ignite a desire within him.
He pulls away. “Fuck. In the car.”
He helps me up to my seat before climbing into the driver’s side. Without a word he drives us back downtown and pulls up outside of The Four Seasons. Tossing the keys to the attendant he walks with my hand in his to the front desk and offers a black credit card to the girl behind the desk.
“Is your Presidential suite available?” he asks her.
“Yes, sir.” She motions for the manager who comes over.
“Mr. Beckett. We appreciate you staying with us.”
“Sorry. We’re in a bit of a hurry. Can you give us the key and I’ll sign everything later? You can hang on to my card,” Reid tells the man, who colors slightly at his imperiousness.
“Of course. James here will show you to your room.”
“We’ll be fine on our own. Thank you.” He dismisses the man, grabs the key, and practically drags me to the elevator. We ride in silence, then exit onto our floor. Our room is the only one on this level. In a sudden motion, he bends down and lifts me caveman-style over his shoulder.
“What the…” I start to say but am cut off by a sharp crack over my behind. Reid holds the card against the lock, glides through the door, and secures it behind us before he marches into the master suite and deposits me on the floor.
“Strip,” he orders as he quickly removes his suit and underwear. His arousal is flagrantly on display. I lick then bite my lip.
“Christ, Elise. Do that again and this is going to be over before either of us wants it to be.” He grabs me by the sides of my face and pulls me to him with a growl. He consumes me with a kiss, stopping only long enough to toss me onto the middle of the bed before picking up where he left off.
I reach between us and feel the wetness at the head of his cock. Spreading it with my thumb, he flexes his hips into my hold. Sinking two fingers in me he finds me ready and a second later he is inside me. It’s only then does he calm down, like he has found his balance.
His eyes glued to mine, he begins the slow methodical movement that tortures me. Tortures me into thirsting for him. I wrap my legs around his waist. His body summons mine. With my hands grasping his forearms and his name on my lips, he thrusts me into an orgasm driven by intent, need, and desperation. Our connection is powerful, and I hold the gaze of his dark and smoky green eyes.
“Reid.”
“Tell me what you need.”
“I need this.”
“Elise.”
“I’m okay.” I kiss him gently.
“I’m not,” he admits, his forehead against mine. He’s still inside of me, but he doesn’t move. I pull him down on me and cocoon him in my arms and legs. I thread my fingers through his hair until I hear his even breathing. I know he has drifted off. Only then do I give in and rest my eyes.
Purple and orange light come dimly through the window, and there is electricity running through my body.
“Reid,” I moan, grabbing a fistful of his hair. His head is between my legs making a meal of me. He’s back, and the message he is sending by waking me from my sleep with sex connects exactly with what I need. With a flick of his tongue, I shoot into an orgasm so penetrating I spring into a sitting position. He looks mercilessly into my eyes, and I watch his tongue rolling my clit. A second orgasm pushes me back onto the mattress. He wrings every ounce of pleasure from me, and I beg him to stop. I can’t take it. It’s too much.
Stalking up my body his wet lips overtake mine. He stops to look at me, and with determination he says, “He doesn’t win. He doesn’t control us.” His tone is fierce and protective.
I gently shake my head. “No. He doesn’t.”
“Trust me?” he asks.
“I do.”
He leaves me on the bed and enters the bathroom. He comes back with a robe tie, a wet cloth and a spa mask. Sitting astride me, he says nothing but shows me the tie. I nod my consent and he leans down, kissing me fervently before securing it through the headboard above my head.
“I don’t want to tie you up. He doesn’t win, but I’m not sure I’m there yet. What I want you to do is to hold on to each end of this and don’t let go unless I say you can. Understood?” He waits for my confirmation and I wrap my hand around each end a couple of times to ensure I don’t let go. He slides the face mask over my head. and before he pulls it over my eyes, he gives me a naughty smirk and bends down to whisper in my ear, “Enjoy, baby. This is us. You and me.”
I sit back and take in the sight of Elise, naked before me. Her arms are tied above her head, and her eyes are covered in a blue silk sleep mask. Her rose lips are full, slightly parted. Her hair is a wild, curled mess. Her breasts are raised and modeled perfectly from the position she is in. Even with my weight on her lap, I can feel her hips moving, asking for more.
Christ, this girl does it for me. How does this happen? A few days ago I was fine. Now I can’t have a fucking moment without thinking about her. For someone who didn’t know he was lost, I sure as fuck have been found.
“Reid?” she breathes. I lean down and kiss her, so she knows I’m still here, even though it should be evident with my weight straddling her thighs. She attempts to deepen the kiss, but I pull back and drink her in.
I don’t know why I acted pissy about her revelation. I’m not owed her confidence. It wasn’t about me, but I was so blindsided by what she has experienced that I didn’t handle it the way I wanted to. The way I should have. I was torn. I should have been just listening to this woman I am falling in love with talk about how she overcame a horrible experience. But I also wanted to avenge her. But listening to her tell her story, I made myself a vow that no one would ever harm her again. I see Elise without her even realizing it. Strong. Always giving to others. Taking a horrific story and telling it over and over again in hopes that one person won’t have to experience what she went through. In hopes she can save just one.
I know if I don’t put this in a box on a shelf somewhere inside of me, it will make me crazy. I don’t know how Theo survived actually living through it with her. It wouldn’t surprise me to find out this man died an unfortunate death that was made to look like an accident. I know my friend, and despite the fact that Elise would argue she knows him better, I know he’s like every other man whose mate has been wronged. There’s a side that could do unspeakable things if provoked.
I release a deep breath and move back to Elise, who is waiting for me. Leaning forward again, my body comes to rest along the length on hers. I love that she’s strong. She isn’t going to break. My lips nudge hers apart, and her tongue chases mine as my hands slide up her arms, my fingers intertwining with hers. She deepens the kiss and my hands tighten around hers, clinging to her like she is my lifeline. Her hips begin to undulate against mine. She whimpers, frustrated that she can’t reach my dick. It brings a stupid smile to my face.
“So eager,” I chastise.
“Fuck you and your smile,” she growls knowingly, even though she can’t see me.
Her legs wrap around me, and I can fee
l the wetness between her thighs running down her pussy as she continues to rub against my body. I find strength I didn’t know I had and force myself to stay in this position, my dick just out of her reach. Propping myself up on my hands, my body tightens to hers. My mouth maps her body, nipping and sucking my way across her jawline, down her neck, over her shoulder and landing in the curve of her armpit before moving down to her side. I apply enough suction to leave my mark before moving to her rose-colored nipples. Her body writhes against mine. I watch her hips move, mesmerized by her pleasure. Moving back to her breasts, I bite her nipples pushing her over the edge. She convulses in an orgasm. I push back and my mouth suctions over her pussy, siphoning her juices from her. The feel of my mouth and tongue on her extends her orgasm, and I feel her body shudder when it’s too much.
“Oh, Elise. You came.” I tut my tongue against the roof of my mouth, feigning disapproval. In one quick motion, I turn her on her stomach and lift her ass into the air. My hand connecting with it, leaving a red outline of my print on her left cheek. She moans her appreciation.
I lean my body over hers and kiss my way down her spine, my fingers following my tongue’s trail. I reach the small of her back. The place where my hand naturally guides her. Where it comes to rest when I slide just the tips of my fingers inside her waist band. Where my hand rests when we sleep. She fits my hand perfectly. I spend a few minutes here and pay my respects to this part of her body that allows me to tell others she is mine.
My lips soothe the still reddened handprint before kissing the top of her crack. Resting a hand on each globe of her ass, I part them slightly revealing a puckered rosette of skin. Without hesitation, I run my tongue down the crevice circling my target. My hands move to Elise’s hips to pull her onto my mouth as she tries to pull away slightly, like she isn’t sure.
“Every part of you, Elise. I want it all,” I assure her before I devour her, tongue fucking her ass. She moans my name and pushes back against me, wanting more. Ignoring my wet and hard-as-nails cock, I kiss my way down as I position myself on my back under her before lowering her hips above my mouth. She’s dripping wet, and I can feel her body quake as my hands guide her back and forth over my face.
“Reid,” she begs, blending need and desire. My cock twitches at her voice. “Fuck!” she cries out and takes control of her movements, riding my face when my fingers enter her from behind. My free hand slaps her ass again, causing an orgasm to ripple through her.
“Oh my God,” she whimpers as her body slowly shudders to a stop. I lift her weight off of my face and position myself behind her. I drip a healthy amount of baby oil on my cock, catching my breath as my body adjusts. I release another deep breath, as I slick the oil over my length. Once I’m covered, I dribble oil on Elise’s backside and run my fingers down her crack.
I lean over her, my dick resting against her ass, my hands on each side of her shoulders supporting my weight. I kiss the sweet spot behind her ear.
“I want all of you, Elise, but the power is yours and I will always respect what you want.”
“I want all of you, Reid.” She turns her chin towards my voice, her lips searching for mine. I give her what she wants, sliding two fingers into her tightness, preparing her. My tongue glides against hers and I add a third finger, kissing her harder when she whimpers slightly. Once I think she’s ready, I shift back onto my knees and run my dick up and down her crack, teasing the head against her entrance.
“Reid.” The need in her voice is inviting.
She whimpers softly when I enter her just enough to be inside her, letting her acclimate.
“I’m going to ease in. Push out when I do.” I run my hand over her backside, gradually working my way in and out until I’m seated against her delectable ass. She clinches around me.
“Fuck. You gotta stop that, Dove, or I’m going to blow. I want this to last.” I slap her ass before pulling back to the tip and thrusting back into her.
“Fuck me, Reid,” she moans and pushes back on me, wanting more. I give her exactly what she wants.
“I love taking you from behind,” I grunt between clenched teeth. I run my hands over her hips. “The shape of you from your waist to your hips to your ass.” I move in and out of her faster and faster. “There’s no one sexier than you. The things I want to do to you. Every inch of you is mine.” I leave another red handprint on her ass, and I feel her body begin to tremble. “You like that?” I move to the other cheek and rain three slaps in quick succession. It sends her over the edge. She yells my name and clamps down on my dick, setting off a rush of heat as I still and spill into her. I give her maybe a millisecond to adjust when I pull out of her and flip her onto her back. Despite my own orgasm, I am still hard. I run the wet cloth over myself and sink balls deep into her heat in one fluid motion.
I slow to a crawl, moving in and out of her. Her hands are still held above her head, and I know her body has to be sore from my less than delicate explorations. I lower myself to my elbows and delve my tongue into her mouth, pouring all of me into my kiss.
“I want to see you,” I say, lifting the eye mask off of her. She blinks momentarily, adjusting to the soft light peeking through the windows as night sets in. Her eyes settle on mine.
“You’re beautiful,” she tells me.
“I swear whenever you look at me like that I feel like a fucking god who could conquer the world.”
She pulls her head up silently asking for my kiss again.
“Reid.” She says my name so simply, but with so much meaning. “Thank you.”
“For?”
“Fucking me like you did before you found out.”
“The pleasure was all mine.” I kiss her before adding, “And watch your language.”
“Are you going to spank me again?” she teases.
“No. I just want to make love to you.” My voice is low and tentative. My eyes lock on hers to gauge her response to my words. She says nothing, but a lone tear falls down her temple to the bed below. I increase the pace and pressure as I make love to the woman I am certain I am in love with. Her eyes open when I command them to stay on me as her orgasm rips through her, pulling from me the most intense experience I’ve ever had.
I reach up and release her from the robe tie before rolling onto my back, pulling her on top of me. She moans in appreciation as I attempt to massage some feeling back into her arms. Her eyes droop heavily, and I feel her breathing evening out.
“Sleep, sweetheart.” I kiss her forehead, concentrating on matching my breaths with hers.
When I wake on my stomach, I’m burning up. Elise is suction-cupped to my body, and I appear to own only a small territory of land on this mattress. My smile at the thought is cut short when I hear Elise whimper. I try to roll us to the center of the bed, causing Elise to tighten her hold. She burrows into me, and I hear a slight whimper again.
I kiss her forehead and lift her face to mine. She is asleep, but her eyelashes are damp. Shit, she’s crying.
“Elise? Dove, are you ok?” When she doesn’t wake, I try with a little more force to pull her from her sleep. She cries out softly, and her eyes fly open when I shake her shoulders for a second time. They are confused. Uncertain. Scared. “Dove?”
Her hand cups my jaw and she lightly kisses my lips. “Are you okay, baby? Do you need something?” she asks me.
“You were crying in your sleep.”
“I’m okay. Usually when I tell my personal story, I dream bits and pieces of it that night. Sometimes for a few nights. I’m okay, Reid. Just my mind and body processing.”
She’s consoling me, and my heart cracks wide open for this girl.
“Elise.” I roll on top of her, and she wraps her arms around my back. Her face is soft and sleepy. I run my thumb across her cheek. “Find your comfort in me, Dove.”
There’s a small, questioning dip to her brow. Her hands slide up my back and neck, coming to rest on my face.
“I am okay, Reid. I’ve worked really ha
rd to be, and I don’t want you to see me as a victim.”
“No,” I answer, my eyes locked on hers. “Never a victim. Survivor? Yes. You are. You are so strong.”
She leans up and kisses me like I am loved.
“Will you tell me about it?” I ask.
She shakes her head. “No one needs that floating around in their head.”
“Will you?” I ask again. She rolls us over and I prop myself up against the headboard. She runs her hand down my cock. I’m hard for her in an instant. She straddles me and lowers herself onto my dick inch by agonizing inch. When my hips reflexively push into her, she slows me down with a kiss.
“Not here. Not like this.” She rotates her hips once. “This is you and me, Reid. No one else has a place here.” She leans forward, bites my Adam’s apple, and rides me like I’ve never been ridden before. I want to make this last, but the intensity of her eyes locked on mine as she takes her pleasure from me is too much.
“Dove,” I gasp. Everything within me tightens. The electricity skates over my skin, and I know she will wear bruises on her hips from my unyielding grip as I explode into her. My orgasm tears through me and for a minute I think I’m going to be ripped in two.
“Fucking-fuck,” I blurt out.
Elise laughs as she comes.
“Laughter. Really?” I give her a hard slap on the ass. She has the grace to look regretful when she leans forward and captures my lips with hers. While I’m still inside her and we are face-to-face, I figure now is as good of time as any to tell her.
“Elise, I want more. I don’t want this to be a one-week hookup on a work trip. I know technically I will be your boss, but I’d really like to continue seeing you after this week.”
“Technically? You will be my boss. There is no technically about it.”
“So, this is a problem for you?”
She makes a move to get off of me, to gain some distance, but I don’t allow it. No running.
“None of this has been very smart, Reid. Are you sure you want to take this to New York with us? What will happen when we’re done? Where will that leave me? Out of a job?”