Chapter 24 Grace
Grace
“Paulo, I need…” Duke starts to say, his phone in one hand while he uses the other to sweep my hair from my face. My lips are around his cock and as I go down on him, his hips buck and his crown hits the back of my throat.
“I need you to confirm schedules by the end of this…” he continues, his voice trembling as he tries to tune back into his phone conversation. His eyes are pleading as I drag my lips back up his velvety shaft. Showing no mercy, I swirl my tongue around his crown and he swallows a grunt. “This week.”
Duke’s thrusting has made his executive chair roll back and I’ve had to creep out of the space beneath his desk to keep my mouth on him.
One of the items on my list is to suck him off while he’s in a meeting, but Duke needs to work on his control first. Hence the phone call. Today is a practice run.
Releasing my grip on the base of his shaft, I cup his balls and squeeze gently.
He hisses out a breath and I glare at him.
Way too noisy. I’m sure he’s giving himself away, but as I play my tongue along the underside of his cock, Paulo’s tinny voice continues to drone on.
He’s completely unaware that his boss is slowly unravelling.
Duke’s knuckles are white as he grips his phone. “No, I want our most ex…perienced staff members ah…! available for the following Saturday.” He grabs my hand before I can wrap my fingers around his cock again and guides it downwards to the apex of my legs.
Taking the hint, I widen my stance. Duke has already divested me of my panties and my fingers have no problem finding my swollen, throbbing and very needy clit after a weekend anticipating my return to his office.
We’d made out a little on Saturday night on the way home, but Duke had left me wanting when he dropped me off at my apartment.
I was forced to spend some time at the DeVere office this morning, helping Olly get back up to speed after his unexpected trip to Alaska.
I’d made sure Duke authorized first class travel for the architect’s return flight to Chicago.
Olly’s more bemused than anything. He’s even talking about going back there.
I could certainly do with being dropped somewhere cold right now.
Sweat beads my brow and my legs tremble as I slide my fingers along the length of my dripping wet pussy.
The heel of my hand presses against my clit, and pleasure skitters up my spine as I slide my fingers through my arousal and push them deep into me.
As my head bobs up and down on Duke’s pulsating cock, I pump myself again and again. My pussy flutters and a hum vibrates up through my chest to my throat and along Duke’s shaft. Our movements quicken.
“Fuck!” Duke hisses, gripping the back of my head and thrusting deep into my throat. “Sorry, Paulo, I need to go. Something’s just come up.” He thrusts again. “I’ll leave it with you. Yeah. Sure. Bye.”
Duke launches his cell across his desk and grabs the sides of my head.
“Angel, as much as I’d love you to swallow every drop of my cum, I need your sweet pussy,” he grinds out as he unlatches my mouth from his glistening cock.
He pauses to wipe the saliva from the corners of my mouth, a beautiful smile on his face that floods my chest with warmth.
As I crawl up his body, the sides of my dress fall loosely at my sides. Duke had undone the buttons within two minutes of me arriving this morning.
I let out a yelp as he hooks his arms around the back of my thighs and lifts me as he stands. “Where are you taking me, big guy?” I ask, wrapping my arms around his neck.
“Bathroom,” he says, already heading towards it. “We need a mirror.”
Duke’s executive bathroom is the height of luxury with forest green tiles and mahogany trim to offset the stark white of fixtures that include a shower and a goddamn roll-top tub.
That’s an adventure for another day, but for now, Duke sets me down and grabs a stack of soft fluffy towels.
He drops them on the floor next to a full-length mirror.
Positioning me in front of the mirror, he stands behind me so we can both watch as he slowly strips off my dress and bra. He pulls his partly unbuttoned shirt over his head and unzips his pants, letting them hang loosely around his hips.
Duke’s head and shoulders above me and we hold each other’s gaze as he covers my breasts in his large hands and rolls my nipples. I press my hips back and as we grind against each other, I can feel his slippery hardness rub along my spine.
He kisses my neck. “On all fours, Angel,” he whispers, releasing me to palm his cock and watch me get into position on the towels.
When I push my ass in the air, he pumps himself harder, twisting at the wrist and swiping his thumb across the beads of precum. I lick my lips and a smile tugs at the corners of Duke’s mouth.
“Greedy girl,” he says, kneeling down and grabbing my hips. “You can suck me off another time.”
His head dips out of view and as his thumbs part me, his tongue swipes along the length of my pussy. I rock back against his face as he lathes and licks and…
“Oh, god!” I cry out as he seals his mouth around my clit and circles it with the tip of his tongue. Liquid heat pools heavily in my lower belly and when he sucks, white spots dance across my vision. “Duke!”
My inner walls go into spasm, squeezing around the emptiness I feel when he isn’t inside me. “Please, I need your cock,” I pant out. “I need you to fill me up. Damn!” I don’t try to swallow back the moan as he plays the tip of his tongue around my swollen bundle of nerves. “I missed you.”
Duke straightens up, his chin glistening.
“One week, six days,” he promises. He glances down and I feel pressure at my entrance as he lines himself up.
His eyes snap up again, his piercing blue eyes laser focused on me.
“And then you’re mine.” He grips my hips and punches forward, burying his cock to the hilt.
“This pussy is mine.” He withdraws. Thrusts again.
Stretching me. Filling me. “Mine.” Pleasure skitters along my spine each time he drives home.
My fingers tingle. My toes curl. My back arches.
“Yours,” I answer as his thighs slap against my ass. Again and again. Delicious pressure builds in my center and as it rises, a rush of emotion comes hot on its heels. It chokes me. “And you’ll be mine.”
Duke’s gaze intensifies as he folds himself over me. He nips my shoulder and fucks me harder. “I am yours, Grace,” he says. Not in a whisper, but loud enough to echo off the walls. “I’ll always be yours.”
Roping one arm around my waist, the other around my shoulder, Duke pulls me with him as he sits back on his heels.
I’m lifted onto his lap so I’m straddling him, my arms covering his as I watch him fucking me in the mirror’s reflection.
My breasts bounce as he raises me up only to impale me on his engorged cock.
Watching myself, watching us is mesmerizing. I stare at the point where we’re joined, feeling the pull each time Duke withdraws, and the shock of fullness when he brings me back down onto him again.
“Look at you riding my cock, Angel. You take me so well. I can feel your tight little pussy…” His eyes roll back in his head as I squeeze as hard as I can. He laughs as he straightens up again. “Bad girl. Now, do that again.”
I can only imagine what it does to him as I contract my inner muscles to grip him, but I know what it’s doing to me. I roll my lips together as the vibration that starts low in my belly begins to build.
“Duke…” I say, but I’m quickly losing the ability to form words.
“I know, Angel. Time to shake these walls with your screams.”
With my jaw locked, I can manage only a nod as the pressure twists my insides until it’s almost unbearable. “Harder,” I beg. “Fuck me harder.”
The arm roped around my shoulder tightens as he pounds into me while his free hand moves lower. His fingers only have to glance off my clit and my body detonates. My back arches as my head tips back and I scream. “Duke! Damn, yes! Yes!”
A wave of white heat rushes to every one of my nerve endings, burrowing deep into my bones and setting off one explosion after the other. The rolling wave of ecstasy doesn’t stop as he drops forward, holding me with one arm while he braces against the other.
There’s no rhythm to how he drives into me. His need to fill me has reached its frenzied peak. “Fuck,” he moans in a long, drawn-out hiss. “Damn it, Grace. You. Are. Perfection.”
He rolls his hips and I grind against him as we use what little strength we have left to milk out our orgasms. His cum mixes with mine, dripping down my thighs as he withdraws. We collapse onto our bed of towels and he pulls my back to his chest.
Unable to speak, Duke peppers kisses along my arms, my shoulder, my neck. My breathing slows as I settle into the warmth of his love.
I know if I close my eyes, I’ll fall asleep. I glance at the mirror instead. I meet his stare.
“I can’t wait to get you in a bed again,” he complains. “Although getting you out of it might be a problem.”
“Can we do that?” I ask. “When this is over, can we spend a day in bed, just like we did at the Exemplar?”
“I might even let you choose the movie again. Maybe one that’s a little easier to play out than Serendipity.”
“What about the Godfather?”
His laughter rumbles in his chest. “I promise my life isn’t usually this complicated.”
After what happened at the restaurant, I’m about to ask if the Irish mafia are now included in that complication, but the intercom on the wall buzzes.
“I hate to interrupt, Mr. Moncrief,” Ed says in his best professional tone. “But you have two very impatient visitors.”
“Fuck, it’ll be my brothers,” Duke says with a groan as he peels himself off me and rises to his feet. He fixes his pants, but before he goes to answer Ed, he grabs my clothes. He kisses my forehead as he hands them over. “One bed, one whole weekend and no damn interruptions. I promise.”
“Thank you,” I say with a post-orgasmic, woozy smile.
Duke is shrugging into his shirt as he presses the intercom. “Hey, can you get rid of them?”
The answer isn’t immediate and I’m fastening my bra when there’s a click. “No, he fucking can’t,” comes a deep, commanding voice. It sounds familiar, but I’m pretty sure it isn’t one of his brothers.
“Who is it?” I whisper.
Duke rakes his fingers through his hair. I can see him weighing up his options. He rolls his eyes. “Someone who isn’t going to go away.” He stabs a finger at the intercom. “Hey, Hunter. To what do I owe the pleasure?”
I slip one arm into my dress then struggle to find the other. My brush with danger on Saturday night was scary enough, and I don’t know if I can cope with a Griffin. Or two apparently. I’m just going to have to hide out in the bathroom.
“It’s not you we’re here to see, asshole,” Hunter says. “Maddie wants to talk to Grace.”
“Give me two minutes,” Duke grumbles, but he’s smirking as he watches me tie myself up in knots as I quickly try to get dressed. “It’s OK, Grace, take a breath.”
“But they’re… they’re waiting.” I dare a glance in the mirror. “And I look…” I might be able to smooth back my hair, but there’s a post-coital flush to my cheeks that isn’t going to fade any time soon.
“You look thoroughly fucked. And so fucking beautiful,” Duke adds while I have a meltdown.
He guides my arm into the sleeve of my dress and starts buttoning it up. Slowly. Calmly. Like we haven’t got a powerful and dangerous man and his wife waiting for me to pull myself together.
As Duke buttons up his shirt, he kisses my cheek. “I’ll go and greet them while you freshen up.”
I groan. I’m still going to smell of sex when I go out there. I should start carrying a survival kit to use after our meetings. At the very least a fresh pair of underwear. “Shit,” I say before Duke can leave the bathroom. “My panties are on the floor somewhere by your desk. And my shoes.”
“I’ll get them.”
I’m expecting Duke to fetch my things before inviting his visitors into the office. That would have been the correct thing to do, but I hear voices.
“I just need to grab some things for Grace. She’ll be out in a minute,” I hear Duke explain.
It’s left to my imagination how discreetly he picks up my panties and shoes, but I suspect he won’t be subtle. When he steps back into the bathroom, I glower at him.
“You’re making it ten times worse!” I hiss under my breath.
Without warning Duke slams the door and backs me towards the nearest corner.
There’s intensity in his gaze as he pins me to the wall, caging me with his arms. “No, Angel. I’m letting it be known that you’re mine.
And while I can’t tell the world that yet, I’m happy to make that statement in front of people I trust,” he says. “Do you have a problem with that?”
My weakened legs threaten to buckle. “Since you put it like that,” I mumble.
I only catch the glimpse of his smile as he presses his lips to mine. His tongue demands I open up to him, and he plunders my mouth, taking my breath away. When he does pull away, he swipes his thumb over my kiss-swollen lips, seemingly satisfied with his work.
He has to adjust his thickening cock before he leaves me to my pitiful attempts to make myself presentable, but suddenly I don’t care. I’m happy to be claimed.