Chapter 14
Chapter Fourteen
I t’s been three days since I saw Duke, since we had sex. The thought still sent a thrill through me. The weekend was here, and I needed him again. I didn’t even care how pathetic that made me.
lily
When can I see you?
duke
I have work I’m not sure sorry
Disappointment rocketed through me. I tried not to take that personally, but a lump still formed in my throat.
lily
It’s the weekend. aren’t you the big boss? Take the day off
duke
I would love to see you I just can’t escape
He would love to see me. I clung to that a little too desperately. No wonder I couldn’t make it work with anyone. I was clearly a mess if I couldn’t even go a few days without seeing him after just one night. One amazing night. One night that I think changed me on a cellular level.
Dammit.
duke
Come here
lily
On my way
I didn’t care if it seemed eager and a little unhinged. He wanted to see me. Maybe I could convince him to steal away with me in a closet again. I thought of all the ways I could tease him and make him come from just my words and hand.
I stared at my closet, wondering exactly what one should wear to seduce her best friend cum lover. A giggle escaped me at the double entendre. I considered my choices and opted to raid Frankie’s closet instead. She wouldn’t mind, and maybe she would have something that would work.
Even though we had wildly different body types, our height difference meant we could wear the same sizes in certain clothing.
I found the perfect skirt. It was deep purple, flowy, and short enough to be tempting without giving everyone a show.
I paired it with a simple white crop top and thought it looked good, considering this is the first time I’ve actually tried to dress up.
Hopefully, it would do exactly what I wanted it to, and Duke wouldn’t be able to resist me .
I took the bus to Johnson Square, the park in front of Duke’s work.
The building was unusually tall for Savannah.
I’m sure it wouldn’t even warrant attention in a larger city, but at eighteen stories, it was officially the tallest building in Savannah.
Towering over Johnson Square and the previous record holder, Savannah Bank and Trust.
Duke’s grandfather, Ashford Pennington, created significant controversy when he announced plans to move his business here from New York. His original plans called for a twenty-five-story glass and steel replica of his New York offices.
Thankfully, that didn’t pass. Thaddeus Dawson, an up-and-coming politician, stopped the plans, and the two struck a compromise.
This building was built. Ashford Pennington and Thaddeus Dawson ended up in the new cycle for months, and both went on to achieve impressive success in their chosen fields.
Duke’s friend Anders dated Thaddeus’ granddaughter, Grace, and I wondered at how Savannah was still such a small place that the grandchildren of the schemers—because I’m sure that drama was all a publicity stunt—would end up in the same tight-knit group of friends.
I wiped my hands on my skirt, trying to shake my nerves, focus on my plan to seduce Duke, and not obsess over the building’s intriguing history and puzzling family connections.
I walked through the square. The mature trees cast deep shadows on the wide brick walkways.
Various fragrant flowers lined the walkways and bees buzzed from one to the next.
This had always been one of my favorite parks in the city, and its proximity to the museum meant I had many lunches here.
I wondered if Duke would join me for a picnic one of these days .
My steps echoed on the marble floors of the empty lobby. I briefly worried that security would stop me, but Duke must have warned them to watch for me because one scanned me into the small, golden elevator with no delay.
The elevator opened into another small, richly carpeted lobby. A utilitarian desk—a stark contrast to the opulent space—sat beside dark mahogany doors. Fresh cut lilies sprouted from an opulent vase on a low glass table surrounded by four dark leather chairs.
If you had asked me what Duke’s office looked like, this wouldn’t have been it. I felt very out of place here and the Duke I knew would be out of place here as well.
Tentatively, I knocked on the door, afraid to disturb the quiet of the space. When it didn’t open right away, I worried I was in the wrong place, or not welcome, or misunderstood Duke. What if I shouldn’t have even come? What if he meant something else?
Before my thoughts could spiral too far, the door opened, and the familiar face of my best friend chased away any fear I’d had.
“Oh, good.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me into the office behind him, closing the door firmly. “I need a break.”
He pushed me against the door, a soft snick sounding from the lock, and kissed me like a man starved.
I didn’t hesitate to wrap my arms around him as a moan escaped me and I gave myself up to the feel of his lips on mine, his hands grasping my waist, and his lean body pressing mine to the door behind us.
“Sorry, I probably shouldn’t have done that,” he said when he pulled away, his lips shiny and red from the kiss.
“What?” I stood there against his office door, dazed from the feel of his lips on mine.
He smiled at me and stepped back. Losing him against me devastated my sanity, but he grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the comfortable-looking couch in the corner.
“It’s been a hell of a day, and you are a cool drink of water that I desperately needed.” He sat down and I curled up on the couch beside him. It wasn’t until I sat on the couch that I noticed a spread of different foods, including several of my favorites, sitting on the low table in front of us.
“I hope you haven’t eaten yet.” He waved to the food, entirely too much for the two of us. “I haven’t had any time to myself today and my assistant went a bit overboard on the lunch order.”
“I didn’t see anyone else here.” I reached down and picked up a french fry, popping it into my mouth.
“I sent him home early. He works too much.”
“You work too much.” I stabbed the rest of my fry at him.
He leaned back and pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaustion clearly written on his face.
“I know.” Time seemed to stretch as he sat in silence, breathing deeply, but seeming unable to relax. Well, this I might be able to solve.
“Duke,” I said cautiously, trying not to alert him to my plan. “You locked the door when I came in, right?”
“Yeah.” He moved his hand from his face and looked at me.
He slouched on the couch, his head leaning on the back of it.
Dark jeans stretched over his spread legs, and one of his old Marine shirts bunched tight on his biceps, showing off the muscle there, a stark contrast to the ostentatious office around us, but exactly like the Duke I knew so well.
“How private is the office?” I slid to the floor, pushing the coffee table back, and crawled on my knees to sit between his spread legs.
“Completely.” He hadn’t taken his eyes off me, and the hazel in them seemed to disappear into the black of his blown pupils.
“Good.” I rested my hands on his thighs, feeling the heat and power of him, before sliding them slowly up his legs.
“Lily,” he groaned, but didn’t move to stop me. His hands twitched where they sat on the couch, and I wished he would grab my hair and move me where he wanted me.
“Yes?” I asked as I cupped his hardening cock through his jeans.
“Fuck, baby, don’t stop.” His hips bucked when I applied pressure.
“Hmm. I think you like this. I’m not entirely sure, though.
I think I need a closer look.” I let go of his cock and reached up to pull his zipper down.
He lifted off the couch and helped me move his jeans out of the way, just enough for his hard length to spring free.
“No boxers. Were you hoping I would come and suck your cock for you?”
I had no idea where this bold and seductive version of me came from, but I liked her.
He laughed, but it sounded pained.
I leaned in and took the head of him, already dripping with pre-cum into my mouth.
He groaned and finally brought his hands to my hair, taking over this little scene. Thank god, because as much as I liked her, I wasn’t sure how long bold Lily was going to last.
He pulled me off his cock, but before I could protest, he traced my lips with one of his fingers, still holding my head by my hair.
“This fucking mouth. I don’t know if I can hold back today.
So, if you don’t want me to fuck your mouth, you need to speak up.
” I didn’t say anything, and instead tried to trace the head of his cock again, though he kept me just out of reach.
“God, you’re desperate for it, aren’t you?
Tap my thigh three times if it’s too much. ”
I did my best to nod, but he held my head in a tight grip, and I couldn’t move. I could feel my juices leaking onto my thighs, already soaking wet for him.
“I need your words now.”
“Yes, Duke.”
“Good little whore.”
I whimpered at that. I never thought it would be hot to be called a whore. I never understood why anyone would want that, but the word coming from Duke’s mouth when he looked at me like that felt empowering rather than demeaning.
He held his dick up with one hand and guided my head back to it, fitting it against my lips and letting me move the final bit to take it into my mouth. I did, the salty taste of his pre-cum coating my tongue, pulling a moan from me.
That was where my control ended, though, as Duke held my head still and pushed into it, filling me with him. I did my best to suck on him and trace my tongue along his shaft, but he was so big that I could do little more than take it as he worked himself into me.
“Fuck, Lily. So good for me, sucking my cock like that.” He withdrew until just the head of him rested on my tongue.
“This is why you came here today, isn’t it?” He pushed back in, building a rhythm as he spoke.
“You wanted me to fuck you. Use your mouth like this is what you were made for.” His thrusts became sharper, deeper until he hit the back of my throat and made me gag. He let up from his assault, but I dove into him, urging him on, begging him to use me.
“Shit. I’m gonna come, gonna shoot right down this tight little throat of yours. Are you going to swallow it for me? Fill your belly with me?”
I hummed my agreement. I wanted it. I wanted it so bad. Forget my previous declaration that I wouldn’t swallow. The very thought of it now turned me on so much that I couldn’t help but try to slide my hand down to my pussy and finish myself off.
“No,” he said on a particularly deep thrust. “You don’t touch what’s mine.”
I whimpered around him, the sound sending vibrations through his cock, but did what he said. I grasped his thighs so tight I was sure he would have bruises.
His .
Why was that so hot?
He thrust so deep and so fast now that all I could do was sit there and take it, my spit running down his cock, coating his balls, tears gathering in my eyes.
God, it was too much. It wasn’t enough.
He came on a roar, his cock pushed as far into my mouth as he could go and I had no choice but to swallow him down, his warm, salty cum sliding down my throat in waves.
“Oh, god, Lily.” Panic infused his voice as he grasped my cheeks and pulled me off him. “Fuck, that was too much.”
He grabbed a napkin and pulled me into his lap, his soft cock still hanging out of his pants as he wiped the spit from my chin and tears from my eyes.
I shook my head.
“No,” I croaked, my throat a little sore from the rough treatment, but I didn’t care. I moved and my thighs slid together effortlessly from my juices, coating them. He reached around me and grabbed a glass of water, pushing it into my hands and urging me to drink.
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t…” I couldn’t explain it to him, but maybe I could show him. I grabbed his hand and brought it under my skirt, first to my thighs and then to my exposed pussy. He slid his fingers along my lips and then pushed inside me.
“Fuck, you’re so wet.”
“I liked it. A lot.”
“Yeah?” he asked as his fingers, two of them, moved in and out, gently fucking me. His usual carefree and confident smile spread across his face.
“I’m not breakable.” I leaned in to kiss him and he groaned, slipping his tongue into my mouth and tasting himself on me.
“I didn’t tap out,” I said when I pulled back.
He brought his thumb up to my clit and rubbed it slowly. His gentle movements were such a contrast to his earlier roughness that it made me dizzy. Or maybe that was just him—us.
“Hm. My daring little bookworm. Took everything I gave you and begged for more.” He kept up his slow pace, barely grazing that spot inside me on every other pass, like he wanted to tease me instead of make me come.
I shook my head, not even sure at this point what he said. I needed him to move more. Faster. Harder.
I tried to grind myself on his hand, but he held my hips tight against him, making me take him at this slow pace.
“Duke, please,” I begged.
“Shh, baby, I know what you need.” He kept his slow teasing. “You liked it rough, but this little pussy of yours is weeping just for me. Let me take care of it for you.”
I moaned. Pressure gathered in me like slow-moving lava building up steam, pushing me higher and higher until it exploded through me, pouring out in a torrent of liquid heat, flooding my every sense until all I could do was cry out and clutch at Duke’s shirt.
“That’s it. Ride it out.” He didn’t stop, and the heat kept flowing through me, building into another eruption. “Good job taking it. Such a good fucking girl coming on my fingers.”
I whimpered when the sensations became too much, my body protesting more stimulation. His movement slowed and then stopped. He pulled his hand from me and brought one finger up to his mouth, sucking it clean before touching the other one to my lips.
“Taste yourself,” he commanded, and I obeyed.