Pricked (Chaos, Nevada Book 3)

by Liz K. Lorde

  “I’ve got you,” Michael murmured, wrapping his arms around me and making me feel safe. “Now and always.”

  “Now and always,” I said, the words struggling to come out while my body softly twitched in the afterglow.

  Chapter 28

  Michael

  The cool night air stung at my face when I ascended to the rooftop of Smoak HQ. Sitting on the parapet and looking down at his phone was Tim, who brought his head up and smiled when he noticed me.

  For once he didn’t have a Mega Gulp in his hand.

  “Looks like you’re clearing your head,” I told him, closing the distance between us and sitting next to him. “You good?”

  “Yeah,” he nodded for emphasis, and I saw that he was researching skydiving, exotic locations, para sailing and more. “Just been thinking a lot, you know.”

  “Same here.”

  “When we do get things out of the way,” he explained, looking over to me, “I’m going to leave the company.”

  “What?” Suddenly the idea of not getting to see my best friend on the daily was sinking in. Was he serious? “You don’t have to leave, you know that. You’d always have a place here. I know I’ve been hard on you, but it’s because I want to see you succeed.”

  “Nah,” he replied coolly. “Let’s be honest with each other, I just don’t do that much around here.”

  “More than you give yourself credit for,” I explained honestly.

  “But not enough to have my own position.”

  “If that’s what this is about--”

  “It’s not,” he interrupted. “I just, I want to go out and do my own thing. Make my own road.” The pain in my forearm flared. I didn’t want to lose him. “I think I could make an experience based practice,” he confided, “sort of like a bucket list without the whole you’re dying part.”

  I smiled at him. “You’d be good at anything you do,” and I believed myself when I told him that. It was my hope that he agreed. “If you need anything, you know my door is always open.”

  “I know,” Tim smiled back. We spent a good chunk of the night discussing old memories, new futures, and all the ideas he had formulating his head for his new company.

  Chapter 29

  Jane

  I’d invited Sayla and Beth over for drinks after work, deciding not to go out to the usual watering holes. After everything that happened, I tried not to be home alone at night. Either staying at Michael’s or having one of the girl’s stay as late as they could.

  I was lucky enough to have them both over tonight.

  Sayla hopped on my bed, her ass bouncing on the mattress. “So what’s been going on?” She asked while Beth made her way to the fridge. I’d told them previously about JB, but not what happened afterwards. “I’m pretty sure me and Frank are getting back together,” she wagged her brows at me playfully, “little midnight action if you know what I mean.”

  “You remember that piece I did recently?”

  Sayla bobbed her head. “Yeah the one about the supposed Wolf or something. I kind of remember.”

  Beth came back and handed us all shots of coconut vodka. “I think I was getting eaten out at the time,” she revealed, her face starting to turn pink.

  “You’re both terrible,” I chided playfully, crossing my legs on the bed, with Beth taking the spot between me and Sayla. She was doing good for herself, so much so that before long I was sure that she’d be anchoring for prime-time news.

  I told them all about what happened. How the Wolf had been stalking me, presenting himself as my therapist and ultimately abducting me. They could scarcely believe me at first, but when I showed them the wounds that I’d gotten, there wasn’t any doubt left.

  If it wasn’t for them. For Michael. I might not have had the will to escape that night.

  For that, I’d always be thankful. And in that moment, I promised myself that I wouldn’t be so reckless anymore; speeding through the city just to feel the rush.

  I didn’t need it anymore.

  ***

  The next few days went by quietly, with only me having to appear at a few public places with Michael so that the media could have more attention on us. I wasn’t so comfortable with that, but I knew it was something that I just had to get used to over time.

  In the afternoon, on my lunch break, I made a trip to Michael’s executive office, shutting the door behind me with a plastic carry-out bag of food.

  He was on the phone with his feet kicked up on a rather large, lavish desk. “You need to quit that,” he ordered, “no. No I don’t care about that. No,” he was becoming increasingly annoyed when he looked towards me and smirked, putting up a finger to tell me that he needed a minute.

  I smiled back and sat in one of the comfy chairs on the other side of his desk, smoothing out my Studio 1 ¾ Jacket Dress. It was powder blue on the top with jet trim, and all black on the bottom with a fashionable, silver buckle at the waist.

  “The lowest we’re willing to go at this point, before the company is fully restructured, is six percent. You take that, or you leave it. Now the ball’s in your court, there’s an important meeting that I need to attend to. Get back to me when you pull your head out of your ass.” It tickled me on the inside that he was referring to me.

  Michael slammed his office phone back on the receiver and brought his feet back down to the ground, scooting up closer with his chair. “You’re looking dazzling,” he complimented, “you know someone should really scoop you up and take you away for a while. Maybe a romantic get-a-way to a mansion, perhaps a trip to France?” He was wearing a charcoal suit and dress pants today, which seemed to be standard for him; a white undershirt and a sleek blue tie fit snugly on his person.

  “I have no possible idea who would be stupid enough to do that for me in this life,” I replied, smirking at him as I sat down the bag that I was carrying from Komoko Sushi and taking out the white box.

  “I can think of one fellow,” he said beneath his breath, helping me open the container and breaking off the chopsticks for both of us to use. He ripped open the soy sauce, of which I was not particularly fond, and poured it over three pieces of California Rolls that he’d already decided to devour.

  Michael popped one in his mouth with ease. Clearly he’d grown up using those chopsticks quite a bit. “So about the whole thing that started all of this,” Michael began, pointing between himself and me with the chopsticks. “I’d like for us to have a private ceremony, so things can be on paper. If you still want to do that, that is.”

  “I’ve never been proposed to before,” I said flattered, brushing the sushi against some pungent wasabi. “If it will help you, you know I’ll do it.”

  “I want to do things right,” he replied. “The private ceremony would be for business reasons, but if we work as well as we do now, Jane, I’d like to throw the world at your feet for a real one.”

  My heart nearly skipped a beat. “Don’t ruin the suspense of asking me now,” I told him, even though I was sure what I wanted, I knew it was wiser to wait. “Get down on your knee and ask me for real when it’s time,” I told him, trying to hide the joy in my face from him.

  “I’ll do just that,” he promised, eating another piece of sushi. “You know there’s a thing that I used to do,” he began, “before I met you at least.”

  “What’s that?”

  “It involves this sushi.” Surely not specifically that sushi.

  “Oh?” I was curious now, and skeptical that it was anything less than delightfully deviant. “What else.”

  “Your body,” he husked, his eyes dancing with amusement and lust. “No time for it now,” he said with some agitation, igniting heat between my legs. Michael picked himself up from his chair, never taking his hungry eyes away from me. “But I can still have you,” he purred, his voice dripping with dark lust, making the ball of need between my legs become tighter and tighter still. He moved on me with predatory steps, putting his hands on either side of the chair and bringing
his face down to meet mine. “Finish your sushi,” he encouraged low, filling me with the weight of his presence. His lips moved to mine, and we came together in a tight, passionate embrace. Michael’s tongue slipped into my mouth, and he played with my own, forceful and rough and curious to know me like the nights we had before. When he pulled away from me, that physical connection was instantly missed.

  “I’m not thinking about sushi right now,” I admitted, putting my hand on his beautiful face and feeling down to his neck, a small pool of wetness forming against my silk red panties.

  “You need to eat,” he responded, letting his hands trail down my body, dipping his head closer and closer to my thighs. “And so do I,” he quipped in dark amusement, placing hungry kisses and sucks up my legs. While his mouth worked upwards, his fingers hiked up my dress inch by painfully erotic inch. Already I could visualize the way that he was going to taste me; envisioning the way that I could drown his five o clock shadow in my own cum.

  When he hiked up my dress to my waist, he growled with approval at the panties that I had chosen out for today. My hand went to the back of his head, and I played with his black mess of hair, urging him to keep going. Michael pulled at the ends of my underwear, rolling them down about halfway before putting them in his mouth, biting down and pulling them off the rest of the way.

  I spread my legs for him, moving one hand to spread the slick lips of my pussy for him, inviting his mouth for a taste. He kissed all along my vulva, biting and pulling and enjoying the mound of flesh at my pubic bone. God his every touch sent fire through my veins; I could picture his cock hardening at just giving me such ecstasies.

  His every sexual act was healing me. Every kiss, every hug, every whisper of love healed me. He didn’t care how much broken glass that he had to sift through, no matter how much my brokenness cut him – made him bleed. He just kept putting me back together, piece by beautiful piece.

  When he raked his tongue against my pussy, I let out a tight breath of satisfaction through my teeth, letting out a long yes and calling his name softly. He placed his mouth over my pussy then, sucking on me and pulling me closer to the edge of the chair. His green eyes looked up to me while he drank me down, working his mouth against me with a lustful vigor.

  I reached out for some of the sushi in the Styrofoam container, popping them in my mouth, feeling the beat of my heart against my chest. The tightness in my pussy continued to build, a great need to release beginning to form even now. All of my bones were practically singing with energy, with the need to feel his hard cock deep inside of me. “Fuck, Michael,” I murmured, “don’t stop. You’re getting me so worked up.”

  He pulled away from me, giving a devilish smirk, the clear juices of my sex evident on his masculine face. “I’ve missed my pussy,” he confessed.

  “Your pussy,” I affirmed, grabbing his hair firmly in my fingers. He put his middle finger inside of his mouth, getting is slick with his saliva. Not a breath later, and that finger was pushed inside of me; my walls stuck to it with an undeniable greed, and he pushed it in further and further until it wouldn’t go any more. Michael’s mouth returned the top part of me then, his tongue running along my clit in tight, sensitive circles.

  Jesus Christ. I had to bite down on my lip just to keep myself in focus. “O-oh, God. Please,” I whimpered, “it’s sensitive.”

  “I know,” he growled as best he could while continuing to eat me. His finger pushed in and out of my sex, scraping up against the top of me, sending pinpricks of bliss wherever it went. There was a throbbing sensation building behind my clit while he sucked, his tongue relentlessly attacking me for all that I was worth. “You gonna come for me?” He asked, the words barely intelligible while he was down on me. “I want this fucking pussy to come,” he demanded, increasing the pace of which his finger worked me. Moments later, and he managed to fit another finger inside of me, making come hither motions while he licked and pulled and sucked.

  Warmth cloaked me, and I moaned out his name uncontrollably. He was driving me god damn mad in that delectable moment. The pressure inside of me kept building, and I was nearly over the edge at this point. I could feel my walls getting ready to contact around his fingers; couldn’t deny the way my clit ached for his sweet attentions.

  I sent the back of my hand up to my mouth, trying to cover myself. “I’m gonna come,” I announced in a throaty voice, closing my eyes and feeling my heart pound in my chest. “F-f-fuckkk,” Michael raked his tongue up and down the whole of my slit hard, keeping a fervent pace on me. Liquid fire filled my veins, and a gripping lightheadedness overcame me; the velvet linings of my pussy contracted and miniature spasms worked through my legs. In the span of my climax, I instinctively wrapped my legs around Michael’s face, sending a hand to try and pull him away from my sensitive spot.

  When I couldn’t get him off, and he drank up all of my juices, sucking and pulling on my lips with his beautiful mouth, I cried out. I whimpered and I wriggled against the chair, praying silently to myself that I wasn’t being too loud; the thought of someone hearing me was a dark one, yet it only seemed to intensify the high.

  Holy shit please. “Please!” I begged, moaning, “it’s too much. It’s too much!” Not seconds later and Michael finally abated, the white and clear strings of my arousal forming strings between me and his face.

  He wiped at his face confidently, sucking and licking at his fingers, tasting all of his handiwork. “You taste exquisite as always,” he purred.

  “Maybe to you,” I quipped automatically, trying to catch my breath and calm my heart. “Only to you.”

  “Only to me. Now, and always,” Michael picked himself up from his knees and moved his hand to my face, stroking me with affection. A breath later, he pulled me in for a long kiss – giving me a dirty little sample of my own taste on his lips. I kissed him roughly, putting my tongue in his mouth and playing with him; the rippling need to fuck him was still coursing through my every system. Even though I just came, I knew that I wouldn’t be satisfied with my day without feeling him inside of me.

  Michael grabbed me by the wrists, moving me with a powerful, joyous force. He pushed me up against the desk, my butt hitting against it and his hands working up against my body, snaking up to my breasts and squeezing. “I need you, Jane,” he susurrated. “I’ve been thinking of screwing your brains out all day. Can’t even tell you how many times my cock got hard during the meetings today.” When he said that, a fresh wave of lust crashed against me; I’d never been so desperately needed by a man in such a way.

  Never craved it so fucking bad.

  “Take me,” I growled, “right here--” before I even had time to finish what I was saying, Michael swiped the papers and various objects off of his desk, shoving them down to the floor. Immediately after, he scooped me up and placed me firmly on the smooth hardwood desk. He then frantically worked off his black belt, revealing his naked cock through the opening in his pants and rolling on a condom. While he did so, I squirmed and hiked up my jacket dress, opening my legs as wide as I could make them without knocking over the food that I’d brought us.

  In a quickness, Michael was on top of me, guiding his erection to the lips of my pussy and plunging it inside. He put his hands on either side of my shoulders, where I wrapped my legs around his backside, hoping to pull him tighter and tighter still against me. Every inch of him was fucking bliss. The lips between my legs never wanted to let it go; and with every thrust that he made, I could feel our hearts beginning to sync together.

  He looked me right in the eyes while he rocked his hips in and out of me. When I smiled, he gave me that familiar, impish smirk that I’d come to adore. “You’re so beautiful,” he praised, “so tight and wet for me. I can tell how badly you’ve missed me down here,” he breathed, “the way you cling and-- fuck, you’re tighter today.”

  “Tight for your cock,” I whimpered, running my fingers down his back and feeling his powerful cords of muscle. He pumped himself in and out
of me, stretching me out, rubbing up against my clit with his every motion and quickly building me back up to another climax.

  “You’re mine,” he grunted, keeping a steady rhythm and propping himself up with just one hand, the other moving to my neck and lightly applying some pressure.

  I bit down on my lip hard, trying to motion my hips to his for every time that he stroked; I clamped my legs soundly around him, greedy for every last inch of his erection. Electricity skittered across my skin, sank deep into my muscles and threatened to consume me whole. Before I knew it, I was coming again, making his pants wet with my juice around his crotch.

  He’d definitely have to change before someone sees him.

  “That’s right Jane,” he crooned, “just let me take over. Let this cock fill your head. Nothing else.”

  “Only you,” I choked out, lolling my head around the desk, “only your cock. It feels so good inside of me-- I-I need more. Need to suck on it,” I insisted, the lust keeping me chained to his body. In those moments, nothing else in the world mattered besides us.

  Just us.

  “Tonight,” Michael agreed, much to my pleasure. “Not done with you yet,” he warned in a gravelly tone. Heartbeats later, and he released himself from my grasp, no matter how much my legs protested on keeping him in me. I looked into his ferocious eyes, the condom on his cock slick with love and lust. “Turn,” he demanded, but before I even had time to react, his hands were on me, flipping me over with the utmost ease.

  Michael adjusted my jacket dress, pushing it higher up and then moving my head and back down against the desk, so that my ass was high in the air and on display for him. When he mounted me, I turned to look at him, bringing my hand to the end of his cock and guiding him inside of me.