Lip Service [Private Relations 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) Page 9

  “Those little glasses are so sexy. Every time you push them up, it brings attention to them. I’m having a difficult time not jumping you. Also, in the interest of full disclosure, I think I may still have an overdue library book fine to pay at my old elementary school.”

  Making a sternly disapproving face, she said, “Mr. Marks. Overdue library books are a very serious offense. Those fines compound when unpaid. At this point, if we calculated the fee with interest, I fear you might not be able to pay it. I could be convinced to erase the fee from the records though in exchange for services.”

  Chloe traced her hand down his chest now as she watched him steadily.

  Desire flared in his eyes, and he asked her, “What kind of services do you mean, ma’am?”

  Reaching her hand into his lap, she massaged his cock and said, “I haven’t decided yet, Mr. Marks, but I’m certain we can come to an arrangement.”

  She stood up now, grabbing the end of his tie, and led him into the bedroom. Reeling him in, she pulled his mouth down to hers. After only a moment of hesitation, he wrapped his arms around her and attacked her mouth with his. Their tongues dueled against one another as he roamed his hands over her body with shameless entitlement.

  Taking control now, he slid his hands under the edge of her shirt. Peeling it off her, he immediately cupped her breasts, and brought one peak into his mouth through the fabric of her bra. Crying out at the sensation, Chloe moaned, “Your mouth is fucking fantastic.”

  Between heated kisses, they managed to shed their clothing. Once they were pressed against each other, he asked, slightly out of breath, “Well, ma’am. Have you decided how I could make restitution? I don’t know how I’m going to live with this guilt over my head.”

  “Well,” Chloe said, handing him back the reins, “What do you think would be fair?”

  He thought for a second, then asked, “When you’re alone, how do you make yourself come? Do you have a toy?”

  Blinking at the random question, she said, “Yes. Why do you ask?”

  Eyes heavy lidded now, he said, “I’ll need that, along with a scarf.”

  Walking over to her dresser, she brought out the slim vibrator and a scarf. Handing them to him, she asked, “What now?”

  Gesturing to the bed, he said, “Lie down.”

  When she had moved to the bed, and was lying down, he wrapped the scarf around her eyes.

  “Can you see me?” he asked.

  “No, I can see a little bit of light around the edges, but that’s it,” she responded, honestly.

  “Good,” he said.

  She felt his weight dip down on the bed, then the warmth of his body stretched out next to hers.

  Tracing light circles on her stomach with his hand, he asked her, “Have you ever used that toy with someone else? Or just by yourself?”

  Smiling, she said, “Solo missions only, so far.”

  “Show me how you fuck yourself with it, Chloe,” he said, roughly.

  Without thought, Chloe lifted her hand for the toy. She heard him groan, then felt him place it in her hand.

  Using one hand to turn it on, she slid it down her body. She rubbed it briefly against her pussy, pressing it in between the folds, against her clit. She continued to rub it against her opening for a few moments before sliding it inside her channel.

  She heard them both groan loudly at the same time.

  Starting to slide the vibrating toy in and out of her pussy slowly, she tilted it so that it grazed her G-spot. Feeling Chris shift on the bed, she sensed that he’d moved down lower on the bed to watch her.

  Panting now, she felt an orgasm building inside her.

  Suddenly, he took her hand off the toy and began to slide it in and out of her himself.

  Roughly he said, “Play with your nipples for me. Wet your fingers and tease them.”

  As she complied with his request, she felt him settle between her thighs, and use his fingers to part her folds. At the first contact of his tongue against her swollen clit, her lower body bucked against his mouth. The combination of the vibrator sliding in and out of her, along with his mouth was driving her wild.

  Crying out with abandon now, she continued to play with her nipples as he vigorously fucked her with the toy and sucked her swollen clit into his mouth. She could feel her impending release coming on quickly now.

  At the first graze of his teeth against her already over sensitive clitoris, she screamed. When he continued to fuck her with the toy, she felt another orgasm swelling. Calling out his name helplessly, she moved her hips, frantically seeking release. On the heels of her fourth release, she knew she was rambling unintelligibly, but didn’t care.

  He kept this up, making her come over and over until the batteries finally ran low in the toy. Sliding it out of her, he brushed a light kiss over the lips of her pussy and crawled up to lay next to her.

  Sliding the blindfold off of her, he pulled her close and held her. She blinked as she adjusted to the light again, still gasping for air. She felt herself trembling but was unable to stop.

  Wrapping his arms around her he said, “You’re shaking. Was that too much?”

  “That was really, really intense but, no. It wasn’t.” Smirking, her breathing and shaking both a little better under control now, she grinned at him and said, “Consider your debt paid, by the way.”

  Brushing his lips across hers, he said, “Glad to hear it.”

  “At the end there, it just turned into one long orgasm. I thought I was going to die,” she said, smiling.

  “Here lies Chloe James. She died with a tongue in her slit, and a toy in her pussy. She came, and then she went,” Chris said, laughing now.

  Her lips twitching irrepressibly now, she said, “What a way to go.”

  “Are you feeling a bit more steady now?” he asked, concern in his voice.

  Rolling onto her side, she said, “I am. How are you doing?”

  When she reached her hand down to stroke his cock, she heard him hiss.

  “Chloe,” he said, “You don’t have to do that.”

  “I’ve wanted you inside me since you walked in the door. I want to,” she said.

  Something flickered across his features and he smiled, saying, “I won’t argue, then.”

  Leaning over, he gave her a long, slow kiss. Their tongues slid against each other, exploring. She felt his hands roaming up and down her back, and the smoothness of his skin under her own palm.

  Her body felt like a live wire. She could still feel every exhale, the bristle of his five o’clock shadow against her face, the brush of his fingertips across her skin. Amazingly, she felt her body responding immediately, to spite itself.

  He moved, settling himself between her thighs and said, “Are you sure?”

  Opening her eyes, she looked at him and said, “Yes.”

  Adjusting himself, the head of his cock poised at her opening, he slid forward gently.

  “Fuck,” Chloe said, feeling her lust return tenfold. “I feel so full.”

  “You’re so tight. I’m not hurting you, am I?”

  Shaking her head, she said on a moan, “No,” and then tilted her hips.

  He started stroking in and out of her at a gentle pace, asking, “How’s that?”

  Already on the edge again, she whimpered and then said, “Perfect.”

  He leaned down and made love to her with his mouth as he continued the gentle pace.

  Arching her spine, she continued to tilt her hips to meet his until she felt her body tense again, on the verge of yet another release.

  Changing the angle of his hips slightly, his pelvis brushed her clit on the next upstroke. She felt release clamor through her system. Her body clenched around him as she cried out into his mouth.

  Breaking his mouth away from hers, he groaned out his own release as he ground his hips against hers.

  He pressed damp kisses over her neck and cheek, then slid out of her. Rolling to lie next to her, he stroked her hair gently and
continued to press light kisses on her forehead.

  “Now,” Chloe said, hoarsely, “you’ve ruined me for all other men. It has to be downhill from here.”

  Chuckling, he pulled her tightly against his side and said, “Can’t say I’m entirely sorry to hear that.”

  “I somehow suspected that would be the case,” she said, her eyelids drooping.

  “Should I let you get some sleep? You look exhausted now,” he asked.

  “You’ve repaid your debt. You’re free to go, if you like,” she said.

  Raising his eyebrow, he said, “I know I’m free to go. I was asking you if you wanted me to.”

  Shaking her head, she said, “No. Of course not.”

  He pressed his lips briefly to hers, and asked, “What time is your alarm set for?”

  “Six thirty,” she said.

  “Can you move it back to six? I don’t have a spare suit with me. I’m going to have to run home before work,” he replied.

  Rolling slightly, she reset the alarm for six, then rolled over again, settling against her side. He scooted in, pressing his length behind her, wrapping his arm around her waist.

  She smiled when she felt his lips brush against her shoulder and said, “That’s nice.”

  Feeling her eyelids drift closed, the last thing she remembered was hearing his murmur of agreement.

  Chapter 12

  Chris had a six-pack in one hand, and Chloe’s ass in the other. Giving it a slight squeeze, he felt rather than saw her jump next to him.

  It was Sunday and the NFL season had officially started, so there was actual football to be watched. They stood in front of Deacon’s apartment building now, neither of them particularly looking forward to the scrutiny that would likely be coming their way.

  She slapped at him playfully and said, “If you could refrain from feeling me up in front of my brother, that would be awesome.”

  Smirking, he said, “Just trying to get it all out of the way now, babe. I don’t know if you noticed this, but I can’t keep my hands off you.”

  “Why do you think I keep you around?” she asked, a smile slowly stretching across her face.

  “I’m just a piece of meat?” he asked, gasping.

  Rolling her eyes at him, she dryly said, “Yes. That’s exactly it. We talk for hours because I’m only using you for your sexy body. I drive through LA morning traffic after spending the night at your place because you’re so pretty to look at.”

  “You’re a cold woman, Chloe,” he said, moving the hand that had been cupping her ass up to rest on his heart as if he was wounded.

  This would be the first time that Deacon and Sara had seen them since they had hooked up. That seemed like a crass way to explain their situation, but he couldn’t really think of any other way to put it.

  Chloe reached up and brushed her lips against his, then pulled his mouth down to hers, running her tongue across his bottom lip. Unable to resist, he opened his mouth and slid his tongue across hers. Hearing her moan, he used his free hand to press her body up against his and back her into the wall of the building.

  They continued to make out on the sidewalk until someone driving past beeped their car horn. Pulling his head back, he said, “Let’s go back to your place. Skip football.”

  Shaking her head, Chloe said, “We’d be in so much trouble. Plus, Sara made those nachos again.”

  “I’d take fucking you over nachos every time,” he said, grinning.

  He watched as she put her hands over her heart, her eyes widening dramatically as she said, “You’re so romantic.”

  Nodding, he said, “I’m what you’d call the total package,” and then winked.

  Both of them grinning now, she buzzed Deacon’s apartment.

  After identifying herself, they were buzzed in.

  Walking through the lobby, they waited for the ancient elevator to make its way back down from the top floor. He had casually wrapped his free arm around her waist as he stood behind her.

  Pressing the button for the elevator, she reached back and nonchalantly but firmly rubbed her palm over his cock. Chris groaned at the intimate contact, and felt his body immediately tense. Taking a step back, he waited for the elevator.

  The doors slid open and they both stepped inside. He pressed the button for the seventeenth floor and leaned casually against the wall, eyeing her.

  “You know what we never discussed,” he said, his tone conversational. “Spankings. Any thoughts on that?”

  Chloe’s eyes widened, her mouth dropping open in surprise. After a moment, she said, “Um.”

  “Don’t worry. I have a feeling you’ll have some thoughts on that in the near future,” he said exiting as the doors slid open.

  Following after him, her head tilted as she thought, Chloe finally asked, “Is it strange that I find that kind of hot?”

  Chris felt all the blood rush out of his head and he said, “No. It’s unbelievably fucking sexy.”

  Taking his hand in hers, they stepped out of the elevator and walked to the end of the hallway. As she raised her hand to knock on the door, she looked at him and said, “Here goes.”

  Deacon opened the door and said, “Hey. Come on in, guys.” He looked down and saw that they were holding hands and smirked at them. Backing up, he let them inside.

  When they walked through the door, they were greeted by a barrage of voices. Apparently Sunday Football had expanded. Jim sat on the couch, Elle sat in the recliner, Sara was on the love seat.

  Breaking his hand away from Chloe’s for a minute, he walked over to give Sara and Elle a quick hug. Chloe followed suit, settling next to Sara to talk. Smirking at her, realizing he’d been dismissed, he moved to the kitchen to put the beer in the refrigerator.

  “Jesus, Deak. If this expands any further, you’re going to need more furniture.”

  “No kidding, man. I didn’t realize Elle was coming over, too, but then there she was. Sara just made her a partner in the business, so they’re kind of celebrating.”

  “Good for her. Sara works like a demon. I’m sure that should make your life a lot easier too.”

  Grinning, Deacon said, “Absolutely. I’m banking on it.”

  Snagging a cold beer for himself, a Coke for Chloe and a large plate of nachos, he moved back out to the living room. Chloe had moved to the sofa and was talking to Jim now. He slid into the empty seat next to her and handed her the Coke. She grinned at him and stole a nacho, before turning around to continue the conversation she was wrapped up in.

  Elle was laid back in the recliner, beaming, so he said, “I hear congratulations are in order?”

  Turning to face him, she said, “Yep. I’m officially a partner, now.”

  “Great feeling, right? Knowing you’ve got an actual stake in what you’re doing instead of just punching a time clock?” he asked.

  Nodding, she said, “Absolutely. It’s really exciting. I’ll get to learn more about the actual food side of the business now. I have a lot of the operations stuff down. It will be an interesting experience.”

  Sara cleared her throat and said, “There’s also another announcement to make. We set a date for the wedding. Not this, but next September 19th.”

  Chloe squealed and jumped up to hug her, with Elle following. Chris waited until Sara had finished before he moved over to sit next to her. He gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek along with his congratulations.

  Raising her eyebrow, and looking at Chloe, she said, “I could say the same to you. Gotta tell you, I saw that coming a mile away.”

  Frowning, he said, “You’re saying I wasn’t subtle?”

  Shaking her head, she smiled and said, “Not really. I think she may have been the only one that missed it.”

  Looking back at Chloe for a moment, he smiled and said, “I think she’s got it now. Thanks.”

  Grinning now, he moved to shake hands with Deacon and said, “Congrats, man,” then gave him a slap on the back.

  Moving back to his seat, he
sank down into the leather sofa next to Chloe. Without breaking conversation, she scooted in and leaned against him, snagging another chip off the plate he’d loaded in the kitchen. He subtly moved the plate out of her reach, smiling.

  After the early afternoon’s big news, the rest of the day was uneventful. The offense, predictably, looked terrible. They had cut their star running back during the off season because he was having some pretty well-publicized drug problems. JDC had been repping him until that point, but after two felony cocaine possession charges, two failed stints in rehab, and a litany of other offenses, there was just no spinning any of it.

  Around five, Chris and Chloe left. Mostly silent on the elevator ride down, Chloe finally said, “That was less weird that I thought it would be.”

  Nodding, Chris agreed, “Yeah. A couple funny looks, but nothing too bad.”

  Groaning, Chloe said, “This weekend has gone by so quickly. This upcoming week is going to be stupid busy for me.”

  “Yeah. I’m going to be in Phoenix Wednesday through Friday,” he said.

  “Eww. It’s going to be hot as hell,” Chloe said.

  As they walked out of the lobby, and headed to the car, she asked, “Do you like the travel?”

  “Sometimes, I do. It gets a bit old living out of a suitcase. I miss my bed,” Chris said.

  “You get to go to some good places too, though, right?” she asked.

  “Yeah. In a couple weeks I’m heading down to San Diego. Ya know, I was actually thinking about staying for the weekend. You should see if you can take Friday off. We could leave Thursday in the evening, drive down. I obviously have a meeting on Friday, but we could hang out all weekend. Drive back up Sunday?”

  “Tempting offer. Two weeks? I’ll check my schedule. I’ve never been,” she said.

  Once they were both in the car, he blinked at her and asked, “Really? You’ve lived here like ten years.”

  “School, work, school, work, school. When do I have time to travel?” she asked.

  “Good point. Try to make the time. You’d really like Coronado, I think.”

  Smiling, she said, “It’s been a while since I’ve taken any time. I can probably swing it. I’ll text you tomorrow and let you know.”