That Which Destroys Me (17 page)

From under furrowed brows I look back and forth between the two of them. I’m pissed. I’m confused as hell. And most of all, I want some damn answers. However, if I ask any questions or start demanding answers from Stell, it will only make me look like the slimy bastard I’m trying to paint Jude as.

Dammit. Son of a bitch.

The waiter sets my beer in front of me and I have to calmly refrain from snatching it up and chugging it down. I take a slow small sip and set it back down before clearing my throat.

High road. I need to take the high road…but first, I gotta find the damn thing.

I have no idea where the words which fall from my mouth come from. Without thinking them, processing them, or filtering them they are already said.

“Stella is an exceptional addition to Jacobs. I plan on keeping her long after her internship is complete.” Wait. What? Damn it! That is not what I meant to say.

I grab my beer from the table and tilt it back, swallowing half the contents then slam it on the table a little harder than I intended.

“What?” She looks at me like I’ve lost it. And I have. “What does… Wes, we’ve never talked about… What exactly are you talking about?”

I lay my hand on top of hers and smile at her with every drop of charm I possess, “We’ll talk about it later tonight.”

Stella’s jaw unhinges and hangs open. I drain my beer and wave the waiter down. “Well, I believe playtime is over.” I hand the waiter a hundred. “I apologize for my tardiness. I’m glad Stella was here to solidify your faith in JPH. I wouldn’t have let her begin the meeting without me if I’d thought she was incapable.” I nod towards Jude before motioning for Stella to remove her ass from the booth. “Ms. Reese. Shall we?”

She moves quickly, scooting from the booth and stands. She turns toward Jude smiling and holds her hand out. Jude, still slouched back in the booth takes her hand; and instead of shaking it he brings it to his mouth and brushes his lips across it, maintaining eye contact with Stella the entire time.

She ducks her head, smiling, but quickly looks back at him, “It was a pleasure to finally meet you, Jude. I am ecstatic at the opportunity to work with such a talented writer.” She slips her hand from his before grabbing her bag and purse. “I’ll call you once I finish the revisions. Sound good?”

“That sounds perfect, babe. You have my number. Call anytime. Business or play.” He smirks.

“Jude.” I nod towards him before sliding my hand to the small of Stella’s back in an act that screams possession, “Stell, my driver will take us back to work. We’re already running a bit behind.”

She smiles again at Jude before moving toward the restaurant’s exit. My hand does not waver from the small of her back.

Once Travis is headed back towards the office, she breaks the silence, gritting her words out. “What in the HELL was that? Jesus, Wesley! Why didn’t you just start circling my feet and pissing on me?”

“No, Stell. I will ask the damn questions. Can you explain to me why
MY
intern was flirting with one of
MY
authors?” I roar across the backseat.

She sputters, shaking her head. “You are absolutely ridiculous. I refuse to even answer your absurd question.” She turns her body and looks out the backseat window.

I have to lock every muscle in my body to keep from jerking her little ass over my lap and whipping the shit out of her.

Travis parks in the parking garage in front of the private elevator leading directly to my office suites.

I climb from the vehicle and hold the door open for Stella as she slides across the backseat and steps out. The doors to the elevator have barely closed before I shove her face first against the elevator wall with one of my hands, cuffing both her wrists, pinning them at the small of her back.

When I feel the elevator ascending I hit the emergency stop button before yanking her skirt up as far as it will go. I thrust my erection against her ass growling into her ear, “You need to get this straight right goddamn now, Ms. Reese. You belong to me. Your pussy belongs to me. Your mouth belongs to me.” I slap my palm across her bare ass. “This ass belongs to me.” My hand connects with her other cheek before snaking up her spine and sinking into her hair. I grab a fist full to pull her head back forcing her eyes to mine. When our eyes lock, I continue. “Your submission, flirtation, your motherfucking everything, belongs to me. If I have to fuck you stupid to fuck you straight then I will.”

My knee replaces my hand at the small of her back keeping her pinned in place. I quickly unbuckle my belt and pull my cock out. I circle her wrists with one hand again as I stroke my cock in the other. Sneering down at her, I ask, “That pussy of mine wet, angel? Or does it need to be spanked like that little ass of yours too?”

“Wes, stop trying to intimidate me. It won’t work—.” My hand snakes around to the front of her before shoving her legs open and slapping my fingers against her bare, wet pussy until I feel her clit swell. I move my fingers rubbing her slick swollen clit rough and fast, easily evoking moans from her. Moans my ears have starved for since Saturday night. “Oh, God.” She cries out.

I feel her weight shift as her knees buckle but keep her held up, pinning her to the front of my body using the hand I have between her legs as leverage.

I release her wrists and palm her thigh, roughly squeezing its tautness before pulling it up and folding it against the wall of the elevator. I raise the hand I’m working her clit with and slap the drenched skin of her pussy twice, then immediately delve my fore and middle fingers into her.

Once I’m knuckle deep, I curl my fingers and fuck her hard with them.

My teeth sink into her earlobe. Between my clenched teeth, I tell her, “My pussy. You know how I know that pussy belongs to me, Ms. Reese? Because it fucking weeps for me.”

“Son of a— Oh, shit. Ohhhhhh God!” She constricts and convulses around my fingers.

“Don’t you dare cum. I will tear your ass up, do you hear me?” I thrust my cock between her legs, sliding it through her wet pussy lips. “You cum on my cock when it’s buried inside you, or you don’t fucking cum at all. Is that understood, Ms. Reese?” I rub her clit harder then scrape my middle fingernail over the tip quickly, causing her to yelp. My finger pads roughly circle her clit again while my other hand continues finger fucking her, bringing her closer and closer to orgasm.

Bringing her to the brink.

Through clenched teeth, I demand, “Is that understood?” I would demand her answer if I didn’t realize she’s too far gone, incapable of speaking anything coherent; incapable of nothing except the moans and pleas she cries out through her ragged breaths.

She’s on the verge when I pull my hands away from her pussy and hook her legs over my forearms. Standing behind her, I brace both hands against the wall quickly lifting her up and splitting her wide open. Using my torso, I thrust my cock into her balls deep.

The orgasm barreling its way towards her has her pussy already convulsing around my cock, clamping down so hard my eyes cross. Pummeling into her pussy, I growl, “Cum. Cum on my fucking cock, NOW!” Increasing my pace, I fuck her, stabbing into her deeper and deeper until my cock is battering against her womb. “I fucking said CUM!” I roar at her.

Her cum instantly covers my cock and the tops of my thighs. And as her pussy pulls me deeper, tightening around my cock like a fucking vise, I shout, “GODFUCKINGDAMN IT! Pussy’s so fucking tight, angel. FUCK! FUCK YEAH!” I grunt, pumping and filling her full of my cum.

Something primal snaps in my psyche, causing me to shove my cum deeper and deeper inside her until I’m utterly drained and she is completely full.

My arms ease her legs down slowly, one at a time sliding around her waist. In a fit of eagerness to suck on the skin covering her neck and shoulders, I tear her shirt open in the front sending tiny pearl buttons scattering across the floor as I pull the offending material off one of her shoulders.

Keeping one arm around her waist, my other hand clenches the material of her shirt as my mouth falls to the sweat slicked skin of her shoulder.

I cover the top of her back in kisses, nips and tastes before settling my sweaty forehead between her shoulder blades and whisper against her skin, “What the fuck are you doing to me, angel?”

Chapter 19

Pieces

Wesley’s words, “What the fuck are you doing to me, angel?” pull me from the haze of lust I was contently drifting in.

When lucidity settles in, I briefly assess my current state and immediately burst out laughing. I’m standing – barely - with my cheek resting against the cold steel of the elevator wall as mine and Wesley’s cum leaks down my legs and seeps into my high heels. My skirt is ripped and hiked up over my ass and at some point my shirt was torn open and dragged down to my waist.

“Wesley Jacobs. If you think I am walking into that office, past the receptionist that swallowed your cock for breakfast, to sit behind a desk for the rest of the day, in my current, very obviously been fucked state, you have lost your damn marbles, baby.” I chuckle.

His large warm hands cover the top of my bare shoulders before turning me around to face him. He stares at me with confusion, bringing his hands to cup my face and tilt it back. “Who swallowed my cock, angel?”

I shake my head and try to pull it from his hands to no avail. “Nothing. It doesn’t matter anyway.” I exhale a long sigh. “It’s none of my business what happens between you and Rachel, Wes. However, know this. As long as there is a you and Rachel, there will be no you and I. No fucking, no flirting, and none of this ‘Mine’ bullshit. This,” I motion at my appearance. “If this ever happens again. I’m done. Mark my words, I will walk away from Jacobs Publishing and I won’t look back.”

His expression remains confused. “Right, okay. But who the fuck swallowed my cock? Or supposedly swallowed my cock? Excuse my confusion and repetitive question, but the last person who swallowed my cock was you, Ms. Reese. So, please enlighten me. Who. Swallowed. My. Cock?”

I blink up at him dumbly for several seconds before responding. “Rachel. This morning. She met me right outside your office before I came in with bitch, slut, and lipstick smeared across her face. The only thing she was trying to wipe away was the lipstick.”

“She didn’t suck my cock! I’d rather choke the bitch with my hands to shut her up than with my cock. What the hell are you… Did she say she sucked my cock?” He growls the last part out.

“Oh my fucking God! Wesley, seriously? It doesn’t matter.” I slap the emergency button and hit P for parking garage. After I yank my skirt down and my top up, I wrap my top around me and cross my arms under my chest. Facing the elevator doors I shove the words out around the pain splintering my chest, “Just, leave me alone, okay? I thought I could handle you.  Hell, I was even excited to get the chance to. But Wes, you and I are too much. Way too much.” I look over my shoulder at him as the doors open. Before walking out, I whisper, “Let’s just stop before one or both of us isn’t able to walk away from this alive.”

I grab my bags from the floor and quickly walk to my car. As soon as I close my car door and lock them, my face falls into my hands.

And I cry…for the first time in my life, I sob as my heart shatters. 

Before I can get all the way into our apartment, Trina is practically suffocating me with her mother hen clucking. “I have been beside myself! At wits end worrying where in the hell you were! Wesley called from the office saying you were upset.” Her eyes scan me from head to toe, widening more and more until landing back to mine. Behind the hand she has covering her mouth, she whispers, “Jesus Christ, you were raped? Again?” ‘Again wasn’t a whisper, it was more of a shriek.

“No, sissy. I wasn’t raped. Again. More like thoroughly fucked, ‘Love in an Elevator’ style.” I smile sadly at her and squeeze her hands. “I just need a shower. And a bed. I’ll be fine, T. Promise.”

I walk around her and head towards the bathroom, when the saint I will love for eternity says, “I’ll pour us some wine and meet you in your room with a cup full of olives.”