9. Chapter Nine
Chapter Nine
Dallas
“ A nother,” I tell the bartender. The best thing about my brother’s wedding, besides him marrying his childhood sweetheart, is the open bar. The bartender, I think he said his name is Chuck, sets another Aspen Ridge whiskey in front of me—because what else are you going to serve at your reception when you’re the CEO of a distillery—and I turn to face the dance floor again. The music is loud; some of Ivy and Sawyer’s throwback favorites boom through the speakers. Scanning the crowd, my eyes stop on the sexy-as-fuck redhead talking animatedly on the opposite side of the dance floor. She’s wearing a little black dress that hugs her body perfectly. Her head is thrown back in a laugh, her hair cascading down her back. My dick responds like a teenager who’s never fucked before.
Rock hard.
If it wasn’t for that fuckface, Cole Barnes, standing in front of her, I’d be content to sit here and watch. Instead, my hand squeezes the tumbler, and I toss back the amber liquid like a shot, the liquor burning slightly as it slides down my throat. I welcome it. Cole reaches out, grabs her forearm, and leads her onto the dance floor.
“Hey, man, it’s our brother’s wedding, maybe you should lose the scowl,” Liam says to me, pulling my attention away from Blaire and Cole. “What’s got you looking like such a sourpuss?”
“I don’t look like a sourpuss, idiot.”
“You definitely do. Now why are you shooting daggers at Blaire and Cole?”
“What does she see in him?”
“Counter question, why do you care?”
“She’s our employee, newish to town, and c’mon man, it’s fucking Cole Barnes. That guy is a total assclown. I fuckin’ hate him.”
“Again, why do you care, Dallas? It’s good that she’s seeing someone, if that’s what they’re doing. This isn’t a company event either, so she can do whatever she wants. Let it go or do something about it. But don’t sit here and be a judgmental dick.”
Liam walks off and leaves me to ponder his words. I set my tumbler back on the bar top and signal the bartender for another one. Drink in hand, my eyes go back to Blaire, only to find her eyes already on me. The mood shifts at the same moment the song does.
She’s not dancing as if no one’s watching her, instead, as if only I am. Her eyes don’t leave mine as her hips sway in a slow, sultry rhythm, her hands gathering and pulling her hair up off her neck before dropping the waves back down, her arms above her head as she sways side to side.
Little temptress.
The tension in the air is palpable, she’s so fucking sexy, and right now, she knows it. She knows exactly what she’s doing to me, and I can’t have that. What a little minx. She sucks her bottom lip between her teeth before resting her head back on Cole’s shoulder. Just like that, I’m doused with a bucket of ice water. I move easily through the crowd, my eyes firmly set on Blaire. Her chin lifts in a defiant challenge that I am all too eager to meet. At the last second, I shift my body, shoulder-checking Cole and spilling my drink down the front of his shirt. Blaire jumps out of his hold and spins on me, anger written all over her pretty features.
“Oh, sorry man! My bad!” I tell Cole.
“Sure you are, Dallas.”
I’ll give it to him, Cole keeps his composure, wiping his hands over the cold liquid soaking his shirt, sloshing it onto the floor.
“Napkins are over there, man.” I point in the direction of the food tables.
Cole excuses himself from Blaire, who is still looking at me like I’m Satan himself. I shrug my shoulders, feigning indifference before walking away, needing to get the hell out of here and get my head on straight. She has me flipped the fuck around and I don’t know which way is up anymore.
The fiery redheaded princess stomps her feet after me, following me away from the party and into the distillery’s office building.
“Dallas!” she whisper-shouts behind me. I keep walking ahead of her, up the stairs, and into my office. She slams the door behind us. “Why are you such a dickhead, Dallas? Your siblings are spot-on with their nickname, by the way. It suits you.” Her voice becomes shrill when she gets worked up, and it feels like I’m taking an icepick to the skull. I lean back against my desk and cross my arms, content to just let the brat go off on me some more, doing my best to tune her out.
“You totally did that on purpose! What did he ever do to you, anyway? You know what? I can’t live like this anymore, Dallas. Every chance you get, you bulldoze or sabotage me. I have been working my ass off here, and I’m good at what I do! I thought you saw that this past week! You won’t even give me a chance.”
She paces back and forth in front of me, her hips swaying side to side, her full breasts slightly bouncing in the top of her dress. She’s got the sexiest hourglass shape I’ve ever seen, wearing a tight-as-fuck little black dress that hugs her curvy body like a second skin, not leaving much to the imagination. The top dips low, exposing her neck and the tops of her perky tits. It’s hard to hear what she’s saying when my focus is on the curve of her ass and the dip above her hips. Fuck, I’d love to hold on to them while she bounces on my cock. Or bury my face in those perfectly round, voluptuous tits. I can’t fight this desire anymore. I’m crazed for her, her attitude and irritating presence in my life be damned.
“What is it about me that you don’t like, Dallas? I can’t change who I am. You need to find a way to work with me and deal with your problems because I can’t live like this anymore. I’m so over it!”
Fuck it.
I take a few measured steps in her direction, backing her up against the door. Her cheeks heat to a bright crimson that spreads down her neck and to the top of her chest. Her mouth falls open, and her breasts rub against my chest on each intake of breath. She’s surprised but turned on. My eyes move to her plush lips, the urge strong to lean down and kiss her, to taste her. I don’t ever kiss. But I want to kiss her. So, I do something I never do.
My lips crash down on hers.
Her lips are soft like rose petals, delicate, and such a contrast to every other part of her. I kiss her hard and demandingly, licking along the seam of her lips, begging her to open for me so I can taste her. When she refuses, I pull back enough to look at her face. She’s stunned, her face flushed and her lips a shade darker than before. Fuck, I want to bite them and see what other shades I can make them.
“What the hell was that? You can’t freaking do that, Dallas! What is wrong with you? I’m telling you what a dick you are, and you decide to kiss me? What the fuck?”
“You know, I bet if my cock was down your throat you’d finally shut the fuck up.”
Her eyes widen in equal parts shock and horror.
Yup. I’d say that did it. Pretty princess doesn’t have anything to say to that.
“Wh-what did you just say to me?”
“I don’t like repeating myself, princess.”
“You can’t talk to me like that, Dallas. What is wrong with you?”
“Don’t act like the thought of my thick cock in your mouth doesn’t turn you on. You can’t hide from me; I see right through you. Does he talk to you like this?”
“Fuck yo?—”
“Get on your knees, Blaire.”
She lets loose a quick gasp as her mouth falls open and her eyes narrow into slits.
“Don’t make me say it again.”
I wait for her to call my bluff. I want the upper hand on this one. There’s no way she’ll kneel for me, and any moment now she’s going to run right out my office door in outrage and right into Cole’s pathetic arms. But he’d never give her what she truly needs. She needs someone to put her ass in its place while taking control and taking care of her.
I cock my head to the side as her deep blue eyes dart back and forth between my own, searching for something she won’t find. I’ve never noticed just how pretty they are, such a unique dark blue that they could almost be purple. Her cheeks are dusted with freckles, and as my eyes trace over them, her tongue peeks out between her luscious lips and swipes slowly across to wet them. My cock thickens further in my pants to the point of pain.
She meets my eyes just as her hand comes up and rests flat on my chest. I expect her to shove me away before spinning and storming out, but she pushes gently and I take a single step back, allowing just a foot of space between us. She’s finally not running her mouth and I should be basking in the silence, but instead, I’m anticipating her next move, my heartbeat ringing in my ears.
She’s just as calculated as I am and I wish I could prepare myself, but she’s so damn unpredictable that I can’t do anything but challenge her and wait. I’m not running from her this time. If she doesn’t want this, then the door is right there.
“Run along, Blaire, or get on your knees and suck my cock like a good girl.”
Her eyes narrow as her hands move to her thighs. She holds my gaze, her eyes drugged and crazed, like she has never been spoken to like this before and had no idea that she needed it. I watch her movement, the dress tight around her body as she pinches the fabric between her fingers, inching it up, exposing her knees and the top of her thighs. I maintain my composure, not willing to let her see how she affects me. When she moves her hands to place them on my hips, my eyes dart back to hers. She’s unreadable as she slowly kneels to the floor, dragging her hands down my thighs to steady herself.
Fucking she-devil thinks she’s calling my bluff. She thinks I’ll run out on her like all the other times. Not a damn chance. You want to play, Blaire? Let’s play.
“Fuck, look how pretty you are on your knees.”
She fucking hums in response and my dick jerks. Fuck, does this strong-as-hell woman melt for praise? She’s going to be the death of me, a fate I’ll happily accept if it means I get to feel her like this. If it means I can finally give in and take control of this strong, fiery woman. I run my hand across her soft cheek until my fingers rest under her chin. Tilting her head back to look at me, I can’t see an ounce of hesitation on her face. There’s only lust, passion, and eagerness.
“You want my cock, princess? Show me. Take it out.” I rub my hands through her wild red hair, loving the soft feel of it, and nudge her closer, waiting for the moment she stands and leaves. There’s no way she’ll see this through. Somewhere in the recesses of my mind, I’m keenly aware that I took this too far the moment I told her to get on her knees in my office. She’d be within her rights to report me to my brother, HR, and press charges. But I know she wants this just as badly as I do. The tension between us is too taut, it was bound to break.
Her hands are steady as they move to my belt buckle, pulling the strap out before unfastening it. She flicks the button open on my dress pants before meeting my eyes again.
“This is what you want?” she asks, all confident and composed, but below that, she seems eager, willing, excited. Fuck, what I want is to rattle the shit out of this woman. Since the first moment I met her, I’ve been torn between wanting to shake the shit out of her or fuck her brains out, and right now, given the steel rod pressing painfully against the zipper of my pants, I want to fuck her until she’s a whimpering mess, even if I can’t stand her.
“I don’t want to hear your mouth, Blaire, I want to see it work around my dick.”
She moans slightly as she slides my zipper down and pushes my pants down over my hips. The outline of my cock is on full display against the thin fabric of my black briefs. I’m harder than I’ve ever been, and she hasn’t even touched me yet. I hate that my body responds to her this way.
There’s a fine line between hate and desire, and fuck if my dick isn’t confused. Her hands rub up my thighs, squeezing and massaging as she goes. I watch as her soft fingers dip into the elastic waist of my briefs and begin to pull them down. The tip of my cock is freed before her breathing hitches and picks up a steady, deep rhythm. She only hesitates for a split second before pushing them down to meet my pants at my ankles.
Now it’s my breathing that picks up. I can’t believe she let it get this far. Her face transforms—her plump pink bottom lip is pulled between her teeth, her fair skin flushed from her freckle-dusted cheeks down to the top of her busty chest, as she takes in my cock for the first time. If I thought her face was red before, it’s nothing compared to her complexion right now. I fucking love her reaction and it shocks the hell out of me. The energy around us crackles like a live wire as she looks me over—thick, long, and veiny, pointing straight up to my navel. But I know it’s not the size that has her eyes huge and her mouth slightly ajar.
“Dallas . . .” she says on a rushed breath.
“It’s a Jacob’s ladder, I take it you’ve never seen a pierced cock?”
Her eyes snap up to mine, looking at me like I’m the biggest dumbass that ever walked the earth. “Do you think I’m stupid? I know what it is, asshole.”
She reaches out hesitantly and slightly clinically before grasping my thick length, her fingers not able to close completely around it, and it jerks in her hand, happy to finally be touched by the only woman it craves. She runs her hand from my base up to the tip, squeezing and twisting as she goes, her palm hitting each of the barbells. The groan that works itself loose from my chest is deep and long.
“You like that?”
“I’d like it better if it was down your throat. Be my good girl and show me what that mouth can do other than talk back.”
Her eyes are set on mine as the flat of her tongue licks up my length, going over each of the six barbells before swirling slowly around my engorged head. I nearly come on the spot.
“Fuck, baby girl. That feels good.” I thread my fingers through her thick, wild waves of hair before pulling her forward. “Now suck it,” I growl.
She moans around my crown before opening her mouth and descending on me. Fuck. My eyes roll involuntarily to the back of my head.
Her mouth feels so good.
Too good.
So warm and wet, her tongue smooth like velvet, like nothing I’ve ever felt before. Why the fuck does it have to be her? She takes me all the way to the back of her throat before sucking me hard, her cheeks hollowing as she comes back up for air.
“Such a good girl on her knees. You should see yourself right now. I knew your filthy mouth would feel this good. You’re sucking me like you can’t get enough. You like my cock, baby girl?”
The sharp drag of her teeth up my length is her only response. I know she was trying to make a point, but she just learned the hard way exactly how I like it.
Rough.
My hips jerk forward, pressing me deeper into her mouth. “Fuck yes, you’re taking me so well. You’re making me feel so good, baby. Do it again.”
She moans around me, the vibrations scattering and edging me closer to release. She drags her teeth again and this time I don’t hold back the moans that come out of me. My balls draw up, my spine tingling as my orgasm rapidly approaches. She continues her rhythm, rotating between sucking me down hard like she wants to drain the cum out of me, and dragging her teeth up my length. She has a death grip on me, her fist jerking me at the base of my cock. I’m losing my goddamn mind. Nothing has ever felt this good.
“Where do you want my cum?” My voice is a deep, husky rumble. She answers by sucking me deeper, her gags music to my ears, her free hand moving between us to roll my balls firmly in her grasp. “Fucking take it then, princess. Don’t spill a drop,” I order as I hold her face between my hands.
Her palm tightens around my balls, squeezing them as she takes my cock down her throat. It sets me off. My orgasm barrels through me like a tidal wave, and I don’t take my eyes off the scene in front of me—Blaire on her knees, tears streaming down her face, while my cock is buried to its hilt in her mouth, pulsing ribbons of cum down her throat. I’m overloaded with sensations. I’ve never come so hard in my life and all I can think to do is what comes naturally.
Praise her.
My hands release the death grip on her head, rubbing gently and affectionately through her silky waves of hair.
“Such a good girl for me. Fuck, that was so good, Blaire. You did so well.” She hums her appreciation as she pops off me. She sits back on her heels and peers up at me, and fuck if she doesn’t look like the most perfect, most natural sub I’ve ever seen. I bet she doesn’t even know it either. I look down at my still-hard cock, a bead of cum leaking from my slit. Cocking my head to the side, I decide to test her, push her a little further while she’s lust-drunk. I grab my dick in my hand and hold it out, ready to feed it to her.
“I said don’t spill a drop, baby.”
Her eyes look down at the bead of cum and she doesn’t even hesitate, leaning forward and licking it clean.
I wasn’t expecting this turn of events. This spitfire of a woman who takes me on harder than anyone else, who doesn’t back down from anything, actually behaves when told what to do sexually, and fucking preens at my praise. Goddamn brat just needs to be told what to do. It makes dealing with her crazy all day that much hotter. This changes everything.
I don’t understand it. I can’t stand this woman. She makes my life difficult every day and is responsible for everything changing around here. My heart does a weird flip in my chest that I’ve never felt before. Seeing her so pliant, thriving under my demands and praise after fighting me for so long, does something to me.
Fuck. Suddenly she’s not just the irritating, bitch of an employee that gives me a hard time, and I just so happen to want to fuck. The tension between us just snapped, and nothing will be the same now. Especially not after that mind-blowing blowjob and what I’ve learned about her.
Blaire stands, swiping her fingers across her puffy lips and adjusting the skirt of her dress, smoothing the fabric down flat with the palms of her hands while I tuck my dick back into my pants. She doesn’t meet my eyes as she combs her fingers through her disheveled hair. I watch her composure slip back into place, like carefully worn armor. When she turns to walk away, my heart tumbles in my chest, not ready for her to leave.
That’s new.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” My arm shoots out to grab her as she tries to leave, forcing her to turn and face me.
“I think we’re done here, Dallas, you made your point.” Her voice is flat and monotone, and she’s not looking rattled at all, except for the nervousness in her eyes.
“The fuck we are. Get on my desk and spread your legs.”
“What? No . . .”
“I didn’t ask. I showed you mine, now you show me yours.”
“What are you, twelve?” Yup. Ice princess is back. All submissive qualities have gone out the door, and fuck if that doesn’t turn me on. I’ll happily break her down again, more than happy to fuck her into submission.
“Based on how I just came down your throat, I’d say no. But fair is fair.”
“You’re not serious right now, Dallas.”
I drag her a few steps to my desk before pushing her up against it. Crowding her space, I pick her up by the hips, loving the feel of her curves under me, and set her on the edge of my custom wood desk.
“Quit being a fucking brat and lay back. Has anyone made you come with their mouth before?”
“Like I’d give you the satisfaction of knowing either way.”
That’s a hard no. Good. I want to be the first.
“I’ll take that as a no. I’m going to show you how good you can feel when a real man is taking care of this pussy.”
“You know what, Dallas? Fine. Show me what you’ve got, you raging, pompous dickhead. You want to eat me out? Do it then.”
“Fuck, princess, I love when you talk dirty to me.”
I push her to lay flat on my desk before shoving her dress up around her waist, and rubbing my hands slowly up her thick, gorgeous legs, loving the feel of her smooth skin under my palms. I stop at her thighs, grabbing a handful of flesh and squeezing, losing my fucking mind at how perfect her body looks and feels. She winces from the pressure, but I quickly release my hold, rubbing gently back over the area. I continue upward to my final destination, hooking my fingers into the thin fabric of her panties and pulling down her lacy thong before bunching it in my fist. I bring it to my nose, taking a deep inhale of her sweet, musky scent.
My dick hardens again behind my pants as if I didn’t just come. She smells fucking divine. Like the sweetest nectar. Moving each of her heels to rest on the edge of my desk, I spread her knees wide and get my first look at the pussy between her legs. She’s bare of any trace of hair, freshly waxed, plump, pink, and already glistening for me.
“Fuck, that’s a pretty pussy.” My mouth waters, eager to taste her and make her come on my tongue.
Not wanting to waste any more time, I devour her. There’s no teasing, no finesse, I eat her pussy like I’m starved, telling myself that it’s to prove a point and not because I’m craving it. Craving her .
“Ohhhh,” she moans, and it fuels me further. I grasp her thighs tightly, pushing them up to her chest and spreading her wide open for me, my fingers bruising into her soft, supple flesh as my mouth feasts on her, her taste exploding on my tongue, loving every inch of her. Hitching her thighs over my shoulders, I run my hands under her ass, dragging her closer to the edge and lifting slightly for better access. My tongue spears into her wet center as her thighs start to tighten around my head.
“Aah! Dallas, oh, god,” she yells, body trembling in my hands.
“Fuck, this pussy tastes so damn good,” I tell her, loving the taste of her on my tongue, the sound of her moans in my ears, and the feel of her curvy, sexy-as-hell body in my hands.
I lick eagerly back up to her swollen little clit, swirling my tongue around and around, enjoying the feel of her throbbing nub against me. I’ve never minded eating pussy, it’s easy and I’m good at it. But love it? Never until this one. This is a meal I want every day.
I move my hand between us, sucking three of my fingers into my mouth before pushing two of them into her warm center, my pinky rimming her asshole. She jerks against me, and I can’t help but wonder how far she’ll let me take this.
“Shhh, baby girl. Let me take care of you now. You’ll love it.”
I breach her tight little hole, pushing in to the first knuckle and fucking both holes in tandem while I swirl my tongue around her swollen clit.
“Ohmygod, ohmygod!” she moans. Fuck if I don’t like seeing her like this. Her wound-up-tight self in a puddle on my desk, completely at my mercy. She hands over her pleasure to me on a gold platter and I am fucking here for it. She’s better than I imagined. I seal my lips around her pussy, sucking her clit into my mouth. She comes completely undone for me and fuck if it isn’t the prettiest damn sight I’ve ever seen. Sick satisfaction fills me, knowing that I’m the reason for it. I’m the one who melted her icy exterior.
“That’s it, baby. Give it to me.”
“Ohh fffuuck, I’m coming!” Her hips gyrate against my mouth, her tight pussy squeezing the life out of my fingers, legs shaking on my shoulders, and I don’t pull back until she’s ridden every last wave of her orgasm, loving the flood of arousal I’m gifted in return. I give her one last languid lick along her seam before standing, using my palm to adjust my hard-on, not bothering to wipe her arousal from my face.
“You’re much more tolerable like this.”
“Fuck you,” she seethes.
“So sweet.” I give her a wicked smirk. “Your pussy is at least.”