Chapter Nine
Bella
“What time is our flight today?” I ask Reed as I’m sipping my coffee in the kitchen of his apartment — I’ll finish this and then go across the hall and get ready for work in mine.
He insisted on having a coffee together before I left. Something else he has insisted on this morning is not touching me; well, not sexually anyway.
I woke up, wrapped in his arms with his hard cock pressed against the crack of my ass.
But, aside from a quick kiss, he hasn’t laid a finger on me, telling me he needs to leave me alone for a bit longer.
Apparently, he doesn’t want to hurt me any more than he already has and needs me to be fully recovered before he’ll fuck me again.
So, I of course — being the newly discovered brat that I am — am going to tease him until he breaks.
“We’re not leaving until tomorrow afternoon, and we’re not flying.
” I just stare at him. I know we had a return flight booked for today, we were only ever spending three nights here.
“You think I’m going to put you on a plane again?
I’ll be driving us home tomorrow after our video conference at lunch. ”
“You didn’t think to consult me about this? What if I have plans tonight?”
“You don’t.”
“Excuse me?”
“I told you, you’re mine. Your plans now involve me.”
“Don’t be so ridiculous. I have friends, Reed. Friends I see, often.”
“Baby girl, you can see your friends as often as you like, but our second night together will not be one of those times.” Why do I find that hot? I should not find him bossing me about hot, but I do.
He’s caged me in against the counter, his hands bracketing my hips and his groin is pressed up against mine. I can feel the hard length of his cock and I smirk to myself.
I reach behind me, placing my coffee mug down on the marble and run my hands up his chest until I reach his jaw. I brush my hands over his morning stubble and bring his lips to mine. He groans into the kiss, his tongue plundering mine, taking the lead from me.
He lifts me to sit on the counter and steps between my spread thighs, his t-shirt that I’m wearing rises up, revealing my bare pussy. His gaze locks on it, his swallow audible.
“Fuck, baby, you’re killing me,” he rasps before his lips find mine again and he fucks my mouth with his tongue. There is no other way to describe the kiss, his mouth completely dominates me. “Damn, baby, I can smell your cunt.” His head drops to my shoulder and he groans into my neck.
He pulls me down from the counter, gives my ass a hard slap and sends me on my way to my apartment to change.
***
When Reed’s assistant in the San Francisco office went out to get our lunch, I may have sneakily snuck in an order of pineapple, and I am enjoying every single moment of eating it.
We’re sat round the large table in the conference room having a working lunch with ten other people, but Reed’s eyes are glued to me, or more specifically the pineapple I’ve been eating for the last few minutes.
We’ve been throwing ideas back and forth, trying to come up with a solution for our newest client, but Reed has remained unusually silent.
My phone vibrates on the table next to me.
Reed: You’re a fucking tease, baby girl
I can’t help the smile that breaks out across my face
Bella: What are you going to do about it?
A choked noise sounds from across the table and my eyes make contact with the culprit.
Brat, he mouths to me.
Your brat, I mouth back.
His eyes warm and the sexiest smile crosses his face. I really hope he breaks his no touching rule tonight.
Reed
She’s going to kill me.
I sat through an hour-long meeting with a cock that could have hammered nails. I paid very little attention to anything that was said by my team, far too focused on the beauty opposite me and the thought of how that pineapple would taste later.
I’d said I wasn’t going to touch her today, but that was before she teased me all day long, before she’s driven a man who should have more control than this, out of his damn mind. Before the thought of spilling my cum down her throat has taken over.
We’re back in my apartment after swinging by a Chinese place I love to pick up dinner, and Bella is digging through the bag making sure they gave us fortune cookies. According to her, you cannot have Chinese food without fortune cookies. Who knew?
“Yes,” she fist pumps the air.
“Find them?” I laugh.
“Oh, yeah, and they gave us four! I’m already loving this place. Plus the food smells amazing.”
I get plates out of the cupboard and start to dish up the food, making sure Bella gets a bit of everything to try.
“Do you need cutlery or are the chopsticks good?”
“Chopsticks are good,” she says, grabbing them and the drinks, and sashaying over to the table while I follow with the food.
I pause with my chopsticks midway to my mouth, when Bella lets out the sexiest sounding moan.
“Sooo good,” she moans again, shovelling in another mouthful of food. I adjust myself under the table. Will I ever not be hard around her?
“Have you tried this?” she asks, holding her chopsticks out for me to eat off.
I look at the Chow Mein she wants me to taste, knowing I have it on my own plate, but unable to say no to wrapping my lips around the chopsticks she’s been using. I lean forward, keeping eye contact with her the whole time as I slowly take the food into my mouth.
“Best I’ve ever had,” I murmur, just loud enough for her to hear. She bites her lip, her eyes glued to my mouth chewing the delicious food.
We alternate between feeding each other mouthfuls of food, both finding pleasure in feeding the other.
“Here,” I hand her the fortune cookies. She takes two for herself and gives me the other two.
“You have to read them out loud,” she says. “You don’t get to read it in your head first.” I shake my head at her antics. “You go first,” she smiles at me.
I break into the cookie, pull the little slip of paper out and read it to her.
“Plan for many pleasures ahead,” I read. “Well, this one’s coming true.” She giggles as she breaks into her own one.
“In dreams and in love there are no impossibilities,” her eyes meet mine. “That’s deep,” she mutters.
And true. There’s no possibility of us not working.
I crack into my next one and read the small print.
“The one you love is closer than you think.”
Fuck me.
Am I in love with her? I don’t know the answer to that, not yet, but I know there will never be a time when I don’t want this woman.
Bella hasn’t made eye contact with me since I read that one.
That’s fine, baby. Neither of us are ready to address that yet.
“Eat pineapple—” she snorts, laughter taking over as she drops the piece of paper to the table.
Is she fucking with me right now? I reach out and pick up the paper she dropped when she doubled over in laughter. Looking down I read the quote out loud.
“Eat pineapple to have a sweeter life.” I laugh out loud, unable to believe what I’ve just read. If I hadn’t placed the order myself, I’d think my little brat had planned this. “I guess I better eat my pineapple, then.” Still laughing, I scoop her into my arms and carry her into the bedroom.
I throw her onto the bed, my hands already reaching for the fly of my slacks.
“Start stripping, baby girl. Now,” I order.
“Are you going to fuck me again?” she asks as her clothing starts to fly. My little brat is desperate.
“No,” I smirk.
“What? Why?” I swear if she wasn’t on her knees on the bed right now, she would have stamped her foot. She’s fucking adorable.
“Because you’re still sore, and I told you I need you to heal first.” She’s about to start arguing with me, so I quickly continue. “I will be fucking your throat, though, and you will be coming on my tongue.”
“Oh.”
“Have you ever done a sixty-nine before?” Please say no. She shakes her head at me. “Ever given a blowjob?” Again, just a head shake. “Fuck, baby, what have you done?”
“Not much,” she mutters, “just — you know — hand stuff.”
“Hand stuff?” I question.
“Yeah, a hand job and fingering,” she blurts, like she won’t say it unless she does it quickly.
“Fuck, you’re so innocent. I can’t wait to corrupt you.” Her eyes darken, her pupils are blown and her breaths are shallow. She likes the thought of me making her mine in every way.
“Once you’re naked, I want you flat on your back with your head hanging off the edge.” She visibly shudders at my words, she’s so responsive. “I’m going to fuck your face, while mine is buried in your cunt.”
We strip the remaining items of clothing off our bodies and she maneuvers herself into position, her throat arched beautifully off the end of the bed. I trace my finger over the skin of her neck.
“How much do you think you can take before you gag, baby?”
Bella
I bite my lip to hide the smile that wants to take over my face. I may not have ever gone down on a man before, but I have definitely discovered I don’t have a gag reflex.
Reed’s cock is intimidating, though. I don’t have much to compare it to, but I’m pretty sure they don’t all come that big. If anything is going to make me gag, his cock will do it.
“Open wide, baby, take me nice and deep and I’ll reward you.” I open my mouth and stick my tongue out. “You’re a natural,” he grunts.
His cock slides over my tongue and a salty flavour hits my taste buds — it’s not unpleasant, just different. But knowing it’s Reed’s taste? That makes me want more of it.
Pushing his hips forward, his cock slides deeper into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. He pauses, waiting for my reaction. When I don’t gag, he pushes further.
“That’s it. Fuck, you’re taking me so well. Relax that throat for me, let me all the way in.”
I try swallowing around him, hoping it will help him go deeper. It does. His cock shoves down my throat the rest of the way, and although I still don’t gag, my eyes are watering and my lungs are burning at the lack of oxygen.
“Yeesss,” he groans. “I can see my cock in your throat, fuck me, that’s hot.” He withdraws and I gasp in a breath, only for him to shove back in again all the way. His hips find a rhythm and he literally fucks my throat only allowing me small intakes of breath between thrusts.
He drops down onto his elbows, his forearms bracketing my hips and inhales my pussy. “Hmmm, my favorite smell.”
Holy shit, this man!
I’m pretty sure he could dirty talk me into an orgasm.
His tongue licks my clit and I gasp around his thrusting cock, he licks and sucks my clit into his mouth, massaging it in a perfect rhythm to his thrusts. His cock twitches in my mouth, releasing a stream of salty goodness onto my tongue.
“Shit,” he mutters against my clit, “you need to come. I can’t last much longer, you feel too good.”
He takes my clit into his mouth and gently bites down on it, causing a small spike of pain to shoot through my body. He quickly soothes it with his tongue, but the combination of pain and pleasure is enough to tip me over the edge.
Huh? Who knew I liked a bit of pain with my pleasure? Reed, apparently.
I cry out when my release hits, the orgasm rushing through every part of me, the pleasure intense. My own orgasm is enough for Reed, his release spilling down my throat and flooding my mouth, choking me with the amount he’s giving me.
“That’s it,” he murmurs, “swallow it all. Don’t waste a drop.” Pulling free of my mouth once I’ve swallowed every drop of cum, he helps me to sit up. He drops down next to me on the end of the bed, both of us breathing heavily, still coming down from our highs.
“Wow,” I pant, resting my head on his shoulder. He chuckles and wraps his arm around me, pulling me onto his lap and burying his head in my neck.
“You okay?” he questions, placing gentle kisses behind my ear.
“Are you serious?” I ask, lifting my head to look him in the eye.
“Bella, this is all new to you. I’m going to check in with you. I have to know everything we’re doing is okay. I can be intense and I need to make sure you’re alright.”
“Reed, I don’t think there’s anything you could do that wouldn’t be okay with me.” I’m being serious. I would do anything with this man, let him do anything to me.
He smirks at me. “Are you aware you don’t have a gag reflex?”
I can’t help the laugh that bursts from me. “You noticed that, huh?”
“Noticed it?” he guffaws. “Hell, baby, you took me like a pro. I’m going to have so much fun with this mouth.”
We sit like that for a while, both just content to hold each other until our breathing returns to normal.
It’s while I sit there like that, that I realize I’m not just crushing on Reed Burke anymore.
I’m falling for him.