Chapter 14 Serena
Serena
I sink to my knees before Shelby on the terrace, my Armani silk blouse floating around me like liquid midnight. The glass facade reflects our image from a dozen angles. It captures me kneeling before him, the city glittering behind us, the late afternoon sun creating a halo around everything.
Raising my stare to his, I answer his question, “I’m showing you what our marriage can be like.
” The Boston wind catches my hair, and for a moment, I’m completely vulnerable to him, completely open.
No armor. No walls. “I’m choosing you, Shelby,” I say, my voice steady despite the way my heart is thundering in my chest. “I’m choosing us.
Not because it’s safe, smart, or sound. But because real is worth the risk. ”
He stares down at me for an endless heartbeat until his resistance shatters. It’s written across his face in the loosening of his jaw, the softening of those blue eyes that have been so carefully guarded.
“Jesus,” he whispers.
I reach up and wrap my hand around his length, stroking him slowly. His head falls back, exposing the strong line of his throat, and I lean forward to taste him, pressing my lips to the spot where his pulse throbs beneath his skin.
“Serena.” My name is a prayer and a curse in his mouth.
I take him into my mouth, and the groan that escapes him echoes across the terrace. His fingers thread through my hair, not forcing but guiding, giving me control while still maintaining a connection between us that’s rapidly becoming as necessary as breathing to me.
I bob my head, working him, his heady scent filling my nostrils.
I lick and suck his erection, delighted with his exquisite, salty taste.
His moans fuel the pleasure coiling deep inside me.
I ignore my need, focusing on Shelby’s ecstasy for now.
I glance up to find he’s shut his eyes, an expression of abandonment, pleasure, and need marking his gorgeous features.
When the mushroom head of his cock nudges the back of my throat, I relax it, allowing him to slide down. I breathe through my nose, controlling the gag reflex, as his throbbing cock vibrates inside me.
“I can’t,” he groans, his hips trying to pull away from my fingers. “You’re going to make me come.”
“Uh-huh,” I murmur around him. He shudders, and I grin. I allow him to withdraw because I need to talk, to make him understand my reasons. “I want to taste you. For years, I’ve fantasized about you, about us.”
His eyebrows meet as the corners of his lips lift. He stifles the smile, but not the wicked glint in his blue eyes. “You did?”
I ignore the bait. Splaying a hand over his taut abdomen, I relish the way his muscles ripple under my fingers. “Let me have this, and I’ll give you total control over me tonight. You can fuck me however you want to.”
He snickers, “Why does this deal sound like a win-win for you only?”
“I’m sure your dirty imagination will show you the advantage for you in this scenario,” I fire back with a wink.
Shelby’s hand cups my cheek, and his thumb smoothes my lower lip. His blue eyes turn dark as a starless night, and his low, rambling laughter connects with my pulsing sex. “Oh, pet. You’ve no idea how twisted my cravings are. Just remember later that you asked for it.”
“Yes, sir,” I promise, bowing my head.
I slip into the submissive role he’s assigning me with ease and a generous dose of relief. Submitting to Shelby Boyle has been one of my most enduring fantasies.
His fingers lift my chin. All playfulness gone from his expression, his stare grounds me in the moment. “Finish what you’ve started, pet. I’ve got plans for you.”
Shelby moves his hands to my hair, grabbing at it just tight enough to keep me where he wants me. I open my mouth so he can slide back in easily. With a few powerful thrusts, he unloads down my throat. I gulp as I swallow every drop of his pleasure, the orgasm I gifted him.
When I finish, he pulls me up against his heaving chest, his hands framing my face as he holds my stare. His slick cock is straining between us, evidence of the need that’s building again in him.
“You’ve fantasized about me, álainn?” The rawness in his voice matches the vulnerability in his expression. The term of endearment is an intentional signal, a way to let me know that he’s stepped out of the role of Dom for now.
I owe him the truth. “I did. I’ve had a huge crush on you for as long as I can remember.”
He sears my lips with a hot, quick kiss that leaves us both breathless.
Shelby murmurs against my mouth, “You say stuff like this, and you rattle the cage of the beast inside me. The one I’ve been trying to tame whenever I’m around you, woman.
” He runs his nose up my neck, taking a deep inhale and turning my knees into jelly.
“And I’ve been doing a lousy job at that, to be honest.”
It takes every ounce of willpower in me to pull away from his heat so that I can scan his expression. “What are you trying to say, Shelby Boyle?”
His cheeks turn a telling shade of pink before he confesses, “I guess I’m saying that I’ve felt the same way about you, Serena. I was so fucking jealous when you dated Mr. Useless Jerk in college.”
I chuckle at the colorful nickname Shelby had for my college boyfriend. It’s more telling than he needs to know, so I shut up and listen.
“You laugh, but it’s true. I hated him because I knew he was going to claim your virginity before I ever had a chance.
” I rub my hands over his cheeks. He turns his head and kisses my palms before adding, “Being Joe’s best friend, and given the complicated Syndicate politics, I was painfully aware that Serena DiLorenzo was off-limits.
But that never stopped me from craving you. ”
I answer him in the only way his statement deserves. I pull his head down and claim his lips. Shelby quickly assumes control, his tongue entangling with mine, his fingers tangling in my hair. For a few hot moments, we forget the world around us and taste each other.
When we come up for air, I offer, “Well, Mr. Useless Jerk was awful in bed.” My husband’s raised eyebrow makes my heart beat faster. “He didn’t know what he was doing, and he never touched my ass.”
“Fuck, álainn! You’ll be the death of me,” Shelby replies with a belly-laugh.
And his reaction is exactly what I was hoping for.
Then, he makes my whole dream come true with a whispered promise.
“I’ll own that part of you soon, but you need preparation for that.
” He takes a couple of steps back and scans me from head to toes like an artist studying a model he’s about to paint.
“When you fantasized about me, did you masturbate too? Did you touch your sweet pussy, imagining my hands and mouth on you?”
My sex vibrates at his dirty words, hot liquid pooling deep inside me. “I did,” I confess, breathless.
“Will you show me how you did that?”
“Now? Here?” I glance around the open terrace as if realizing just now that we’re standing under the sky instead of the privacy of our bedroom.
“Look around, pet.” And we’re back to our wicked role-playing. “This is the tallest building for miles. There’s nobody who can see us.”
“Your guards?”
“They know better. If we’re doing this, we do it right. Take your bottoms off. Leave the blouse and the high heels on.”
I unzip the Armani jeans, sliding them down my legs with the silk panties. The cool breeze creates goosebumps on my naked skin. But it’s the anticipation that makes my heart beat in my throat.
He stalks to the cushioned couch at the edge of the terrace, where the building’s modern design creates a perfect one-hundred-eighty-degree curve. He positions the three-seat sofa so that the glass facade becomes our witness.
Kneeling at one side, he commands, “Get on here. I want to see you from all angles.”
I obey. Glancing over his shoulder, I see what my demanding husband sees. My body is reflected at me from a dozen angles. My pale skin against the dark fabric of the blouse, hair spread across the cushion like spilled ink. My raised knees shield my throbbing sex.
“Spread your thighs, pet. Let me see your gorgeous pussy. Look at me,” he whispers as he begins to stroke his length, his eyes never leaving mine. “Now, play with yourself like you used to. Tell me about your fantasies.”
I cup my bare folds, stroking my clitoris, rolling my eyes. But I hesitate to speak, unable to find the right words. All this dirty talking and these dark fantasies are new to me.
Reading me like a fucking book, Shelby suggests, “Describe what you feel as you think about my mouth on you.”
Rubbing myself, eyes locked on his, I whisper, “My blood rushes, my skin heats up. It gets harder to breathe.”
“That’s right, pet. Keep going,” he moans as he matches each caress with one of his own.
His cock grows and throbs in tandem with my pussy. It’s fascinating. I couldn’t take my eyes off him even if he ordered me to.
And he doesn’t.
I swallow hard to ease my parched throat. “I used to imagine your cock filling me as you fucked me against a wall.” I insert two fingers inside myself, shutting my eyes to control the orgasm looming.
“Eyes on me,” he orders. When I comply, he adds, “You may come as many times as you want.”
I allow the first wave to crash over me, shuddering and moaning under the power of my release.
Shelby fists his hand around his cock, stroking faster. He licks his lower lip. “See what you do to me? You’re the only one who makes me feel this way. I could come just watching your pussy swallow your fingers.”
The idea is hot, decadent, and all-consuming. Now, I want this as much as I want my next breath.
“Please, do it, sir,” I beg.
His movements become frantic, and I mirror them on my own body. We groan, eyes still locked, as our bodies tremble.
“Shelby,” I wail as wave after wave of pleasure numb my senses.
“Serena,” he grunts back, spilling his load. The hot jets land on my clit when we climax together.
He collapses beside me. I lace our fingers. We heave and laugh. Ears buzzing. Mind swimming. I close my eyes to enjoy the aftermath better.
Shelby plants a kiss on my belly button. “I’ll be right back. I need to clean up this mess.”
I roll onto my right side to watch his firm butt as he disappears inside the apartment.
“Why did he ignore the washroom out here?” I ask the wind.
My answer comes moments later when he returns carrying towels, a bottle of lotion, and some metallic trinkets I can’t make out from here. He deposits the tiny objects on a chair away from me. I strain my neck trying to decipher them. I huff in frustration when I’m not able to.
Shelby presses the warm, wet towel to my body, rubbing off the evidence of our mutual ecstasy. He shakes his head at me. “Patience, pet. You’ll understand it all in a little while.”