Page 24 of If the Suit Fits
She explodes in my mouth, squirting until I drink her down and creaming until she’s a panting mess. I abandon her pussy and pull my cock from my jeans, freeing my wallet from the denim, and a condom from the leather until I can tear the foil with frenzied movements. I toss the trash aside and look down to concentrate, rolling the rubber onto my throbbing cock. Veins pulse, visible to see, and pre-cum seeps from the tip.
What I wouldn’t give to have her take me in her mouth first.
“Come here.” I finish with the condom and glance up to find her breathless, desperate, frantic. But her eyes are on me.Her lips, curling higher until I’m not sure if she’s a witch or mortal. But I hook my arm under her back and yank her to the end of the bed, then I drop her onto my lap and fill her until she throws her head back and cries.
Music thumps outside my bedroom, shielding us from discovery and retaining the shy girl’s dignity. So I release her mouth and hold her hips instead. Lifting her up, I bring her crashing back down again until we’re both on the edge of insanity.
“Fuck, Princess.” I slide my fingers through her hair and control which way she turns. I control how much of herself she gifts me. Then I force her down and her eyes to mine, and when she rises over my cock, I capture her lips and swallow her whole, heart and soul.
“This is where you say you love me,” she groans, crushing my cock in her tight little cunt and hugging me so close I get to taste both, her tits and her mouth. “That’s the deal, right? You love me. You adore me.”
“You’re absolutely right.” I choke out a laugh and nod if only so she’s not left begging for something I’m so readily willing to give. “I love you, Princess.” I pull her in and bury my lips against her pounding throat. “I fucking adore you.”
She rides my cock and claws my back the way I knew she would. The way I knew she could.
“I’ll paint the walls red with the blood of your enemies.” I take her nipple between my lips and bite down until she explodes. “Always have. Always will.”
TEN
MELANIE
Why am I the way I am?
Why do I do the things I do?
Why, after meeting the firstdecenthuman being of the opposite sex in too long, do I sabotage what could have been an amazing friendship filled with challenge and championing, desire and delayed gratification?
Why? Because I’m toxic and insecure. Because I value physical pleasure over emotional longevity.
We drove home in silence last night, dropped Anna off without a single muttered word, and entered my house without so much as a ‘that was fun’ murmured, not even when polite small talk is… polite.
I hightailed it to my bedroom before giving Nick a chance to speak and tiptoed out again this morning, careful not to step on a single squeaky floorboard in the hall. Because I’m horrified, not because we did what we did, but because I let my heart yearn andmy words humiliate. I asked him to say he loved me,knowingit was nothing more than role-play and fake declarations.
And now I’m not sure I can look him in the eyes and survive the shame.
I lock myself away in my office instead, closing the door and leaving the music off so I don’t wake Nick. And this is where I stay, dedicating hours to the myriad details my boss demands of me while marrying beauty and sophistication but with a side of professional detachment and the masculine lines our client desires.
Money speaks. It always has, and for the rest of time, it always will. So whatever my client wants, it’s my job to deliver… or else.
My stomach rumbles from lack of breakfast, and my eyes droop because I’ve had neither coffee, nor sleep. But I fold over my drafting table and consider Nick’s suggestion of swapping out the long row of windows in favor of an entire wall of glass. Mr. Manson specifically demanded individual frames spaced evenly along the façade to create what he describes as functional beauty. But Nick’s idea has its perks… it would be expensive, and it would certainly look fantastic.
But to gamble with my career so brazenly…
“I’ve brought you some lunch.”
I scream and spin, slamming my hand to my heart, only to remember the pencil I hold. So I yelp from the pain and throw my hand out again, stop-signing Nick when he pushes away from the doorframe like he intends to help. “No. Don’t.”
“You hurt yourself.” He comes in anyway, setting a sandwich on my table and peeling the pencil from my fingers to save me from myself. Then he licks the pad of his thumb and presses the wet digit to the mark I left on my skin. “You should turn your desk to face the door so no one can surprise you anymore.”
“I put it this way on purpose so I can look out the window.” I gently push his hand away and take a step back, only for my stool to halt my progress. “I did it specifically so I wouldn’t stare at the door all day long.”
“And in exchange for a pretty view, you get shredded nerves and surprise visits.” He reaches up and tucks a loose lock of hair behind my ear. “I was gonna ask if you were hungry since I know for a damn fact you skipped lunch, and I have a sneaking suspicion, considering the lack of used dishes in the kitchen, you skipped breakfast, too. But I don’t have to ask.” He cups my cheek in his palm and scowls. “You’re pale, Princess. And your hands are shaking.”
“Maybe my hands are shaking because you frightened me.”
He exhales, soft laughter on the sound. “Little bit of both, then.” He snatches up my plate. “Ham salad, since I know you like that.” Leaning in, he lays a slow, lingering kiss on my cheek, a mere half-inch from where my lips meet in the corner. “Eat. And then I want our two hours.”
“O-our two hours?”
