Chapter 29 Davis
DAVIS
Rae stood in the middle of the floor with her shoes and skirt on the floor around her. Her ass and white lacy thong was on display and music played from her cell as she began unbuttoning her shirt.
What the fuck? Was someone in there with her?
Anger and jealousy swept through me so fast, I nearly lost my breath. It clouded my vision and made it impossible to think, which was why I pushed on the door and ambled through with a curse on my lips.
I began searching the room frantically, but the room was empty. The shades were slightly open, but not enough that anyone could see her.
“Davis, what the hell?” Rae yelped, grabbing the lapels of her blouse and hugging them close to her body as she stared at me, mouth hanging open.
“What the fuck, Rae?” I argued, my eyes still shifting around the room, searching for her lover.
Clenching her jaw and tapping her foot, she shook her head. “No, you first. What the heck are you doing up here? Did you follow me?”
Obviously, I had.
“I was trying to talk to you, but you seemed like you were on a mission. I didn’t think I’d find you in here stripping.”
A little frustrated growl emanated from her chest as she moved to the corner of the room, snatching a bag off the floor.
“I wasn’t stripping! Well, I was, but only because I can barely breathe or take a full step in that skirt.
It’s so insanely uncomfortable. It’s my lunch break—an entire hour alone, where I get to rest, and eat, and not wear that demon skirt or this fucking bra. ”
Oh.
Well, shit.
My face warmed a bit as the reality of the moment hit. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to disturb you, but were you just going to sit in Kelly Travis’s office naked?”
She laughed, which came out more like a snort. “No, I brought sweats and a blanket. But I do have her permission—not to strip—but to use her office while the festival goes on.”
“Right.” I cleared my throat. How the fuck was I supposed to transition into my speech about not taking no for an answer?
Rae continued unbuttoning her shirt, while turned away from me. “So, why are you here?”
“Told you, wanted to talk to you.”
This wasn’t going well.
“You said that.” Her shirt came off, and that silky skin was on display. She looked darker, like she’d gotten sun, along with a few more freckles that had recently come in. Her fingers went up to the center of her back, reaching for her bra. Fuck, she was going to strip with me in the room?
My soul may have actually left my body when she reached around and unclasped her bra, letting it slide down her arms. She was still turned away from me, but even seeing her back—knowing what I was missing—was enough to stun me to utter silence.
This was too much to bear.
“Davis?”
I closed my eyes, trying to concentrate, but she was standing there in a thong, with no bra. There wasn’t any hope for me.
Finally, trying to wrangle at least something, I blurted, “I miss you.”
She froze, pausing with the shirt sleeve she was slipping back on. I took that as a good sign and moved closer.
“I think it’s ridiculous that I miss you. I mean…” I advanced two more steps. “I never even really had you, yet I feel like I lost a piece of myself. It wasn’t just sex to me; it was so much more.”
I was right behind her, my lips at her neck as she continued to face the wall.
From here, I could see her chest rising and falling rapidly.
She still only had one sleeve pulled on, the other half of her shirt hanging down her back.
Swallowing the lump in my throat, I slowly raised my hand and touched the base of her neck, brushing a few strands of hair to the side.
When she didn’t flinch away, I grew bolder and slowly moved the shirt off her shoulder, letting it slip to the ground once more.
“I miss this freckle; do you even know you have it? It’s the cutest fucking thing,” I whispered, brushing the tip of my thumb over the tan line at the base of her neck.
She shuddered, and I drew closer, now pressing a kiss to her shoulder.
The shadows in the room covered us, with just a small slice of light coming in from the shades, and the music from her phone—it felt like a secret we were sharing.
Rae turned her face, with her chin nearly resting on the shoulder I’d just kissed. Flicking my gaze up to meet hers, I moved my lips over the space again, bringing my hand up to gently hold her waist.
Her lips parted, those blue eyes staring with a heat that burned as hot as the thing searing my chest.
“What do you want from me, Davis?”
I knew she wasn’t asking what I wanted in this moment. It was a question that came from a broken place, and the way her lip wobbled told me she needed to know if I wanted a future with her.
Grabbing her other hip, I pulled her flush against my chest and whispered in her ear.
“I want to take you home and let you steal my flannels. I want you in my kitchen when I make you breakfast. I want you on my chest when I wake up. I know I’m not perfect, Rae…but give me a chance to show you.”
She spun in my arms, twisting her fingers into the hair at my neck. Her naked breasts pushed against my shirt, and I suddenly needed there to be less clothing between us, but that would come. Right now I just needed to hold her.
Moving my hand up her back, I crushed her against me, my nose stuck in her hair, inhaling her scent. Fuck, I missed it.
I barely had her for any time at all, but I’d already become an addict.
“You showed me what it would be like—” I wrestled with the words I wanted to say, and pushed out what I could manage, “and then you just walked away.” It came out crushed, like broken glass, but I couldn’t control it. I was feeling so much as I caged her in with my arms.
She hiccupped, which made me dip my chin and lean back. Gripping her jaw, I lifted her face, and sure enough, there were fat tears trailing down her cheeks. My chest burned again, this time with something other than self-deprecation. This time it was that I’d caused her to feel pain.
“Hey.” I swiped at her tears. “Talk to me, baby.”
Shaking her head, she hiccupped again, her lips quivering. “I just…I didn’t want to leave you, I felt like”—sniffling, she darted her eyes to the side—“I had no other choice.”
“But why?”
Shaking her head again, she buried her face in my chest.
“Will you come home with me tonight?” I waited for her refusal, unwilling to hope.
Her voice shuddered as she gave it to me anyway. “Yes.”
I wouldn’t press about the entire weekend, even though in that moment all I wanted was her to promise not to leave me no matter what happened. Instead, I’d take advantage of what time we had before she had to get back.
“You’re supposed to be relaxing and eating before you get back, right?”
She hummed in response.
Trailing the line of her thong down the crack of her ass, I smiled against the side of her head. “Well, what if I help you relax, and then you can eat?”
“In here?”
“Are you morally against having sex in Kelly’s office?” My finger moved lower, making Rae moan.
“Not at all,” she gasped, pushing her breasts into my chest. “In fact, she was a bitch to me when we were in high school. Fuck her office.”
Rae wrapped her legs around my waist when I lifted her, holding tight to the collar of my shirt.
“Then I know exactly what we need to do.” I turned and lowered her to the sofa. The thing looked expensive; too bad I was about to eat Rae’s pussy on it.
“Take these off.” I snapped her thong against her hip, and she gave me a seductive smile in return but complied and leaned back, completely bare, on the couch.
I palmed my erection through my jeans, already hard as stone.
“Spread your legs.” I watched as she did as I said, showing me that slick, pink pussy.
“Hands on your tits, push them together.” Rae did as I said, and while she rocked her hips forward, I peeled my shirt off and kneeled before her.
I had to give my cock some relief, so I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down just halfway, allowing some breathing room.
Then I leaned forward and shoved my hands under Rae’s ass, dragging her closer, until her core met my mouth. There, I plunged my tongue deep inside her then slowly pulled it out and drug it up over her clit.
Rae let out a low whimper while rocking into my touch.
I knew we didn’t have all the time in the world, and I wanted my dick inside her at some point, so I focused on licking over her mound, moving to her clit and sucking.
I’d lean back to see what I’d done, only to lap at it in small circles.
I heard cursing—begging—from above me, her hands having slipped from her breasts and now gripped my hair with an iron fist.
I flattened my tongue, swiping up and down, making a mess of her cunt, knowing it would ruin the sofa beneath her. With one last suck of her clit, she came, with a hard cry and fierce tug of my hair.
Moving back, but keeping my hands in place, I spread Rae’s legs wide—watching her orgasm drip down the length of her slit and trickle to the sofa.
“This is leather, you know…pretty expensive,” I continued, watching her glistening heat. “Guess what you’re going to do now?”
Rae’s chest was still heaving when she gasped out, “What?”
“Sit up, press that soaked pussy into that leather, and open up that beautiful mouth.”
I stood, holding out my hand to help her sit up. She did as I said, sitting on the couch and rocking her hips, still too worked up to stop. Her eyes went to my boxers, her tongue darted out to wet her lips, and I knew she was ready for me.
Her fingers dug into the elastic band at my waist, and once my erection bobbed free, she was after it with a moan.
Her fist went to the base of my cock, her tongue swirling the tip, and then she was going all the way, taking as much of me as she could.
Those blue eyes tipped up, meeting mine as she gagged, and hell, it was so fucking hot.
I pressed my hips forward, fucking the back of her throat, but it was too much.
I was already ready to blow, and it wouldn’t be in her mouth, or on her body. I wanted inside that tight heat.
Shoving my hand into her hair, I slowly pushed so she’d let me go.
“I need to be inside you,” I whispered, trying to contain how out of breath I was. She didn’t normally make me lose my breath like this when sucking me off, but fuck if this time wasn’t taking all the air out of my lungs. She didn’t even have to suck; just touching me would have done it.
“Come here.” I moved her to the desk that was near the window.
Through the shades, we could see the entire festival sprawled out before us.
“Look at what you did.” I stroked down her back, pushing her forward, so her chest pressed into the desk.
“Keep your eyes on the window.” I reached for the drawstring to open the shades and pulled them until there was an unobstructed view.
Then I aligned myself with her center and pushed into her from behind.
She was so tight, and so fucking wet.
Pulling out, I hissed as I slammed back in.
“Look at what you did, Rae.” I moved my hips, entering her slowly. “I’m so fucking proud of you.”
The desk creaked and groaned as I picked up speed, my dick slamming into her heat over and over.
Rae whined, grasping for purchase on the desk as I hovered over her back. Her fingers caught on stray papers, pulling them off, and then she went for a mug of pens. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…” she gasped as I fucked her into the desk.
“I want you to come as you watch what you created, Rae. Keep your eyes on your dream, as I fuck you so good that you feel like you could fly.”
I moved my fingers around her hip, rubbing at her clit, and that was it. She arched her back, screaming my name as I pumped furiously in and out of her, until I was coming too.
“Rae, fuck, baby…so fucking good.” I said breathlessly, my chest heaving up and down as I bent over her body, peppering kisses on her neck.
“I’m not done,” she rasped, pushing back at me to stand on wobbly legs.
The fuck she wasn’t.
“What?”
Her blue eyes darted back to a spot behind me.
I watched as she walked to the leather desk chair that had been shoved to the side by me. Then with a coy smile, she sat down, letting our joined releases leak out of her.
“She’s going to hate us so much.” I laughed, lightly rubbing at the small beard I had growing. Was it too late to be self-conscious about how I looked? Lately, I hadn’t been thinking too much about it.
“Serves her right. Now if you don’t mind…feed me. I’m starving.”
“Say no more.” I grabbed the salad, popped it open, and handed her a fork.