Текст книги "Panic"
Автор книги: J. A. Huss
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Chapter Twenty-One – ROOK
I smile the whole way down to Ronin’s. Even though I absolutely did fail that math test last night and that fucker Gage did tell me my boyfriend and two of my besties all got away with murder, it doesn’t touch me today because I know in my heart that these guys would never do that. Sure, they did some illegal things, but they did those things for me. Not to hurt people. They stole Jon’s money because he tried to steal mine. They set him up with kiddie porn because he took advantage of me as a young adult.
And even though I am ultimately responsible for my own decisions and actions, there really was a point in my relationship with Jon when things stopped being my fault. I need to stop feeling responsible for what happened and Jon needs to accept the fact of what he did, what he made me do, and what I became.
Because there really was a point where I was stripped of all my choices.
And I think that it’s OK to put all the blame on Jon for those parts.
So fuck it. I love Ronin. Ford and Spencer are my friends. And that’s how it’s gonna stay unless I get information that requires a one-eighty.
I ease the Shrike Bikes truck off the freeway and take Park down to the stadium, then turn onto Blake and pull into our garage. Ronin is kicking back on one of his motorcycles, talking on the phone as he waits for me. He’s wearing old jeans, a black t-shirt, and his favorite black biker jacket. He waves as I pull in a few spaces down and then walks over to me as he ends the call. My eyes linger on his body as he approaches and I let out a sigh. God. This man is like my smile button. He appears and I smile.
I’m smiling right now.
I giggle a little at that and throw my arms around him, taking in his scent. He smells like Sexy Man. I’m not sure what that exactly is, but if sexy man smell has a dictionary entry, the picture next to it is Ronin Flynn. “Oh, my God—I missed you so much!”
He hugs me back and hums against the tender skin on my neck. “I think we should stay in the entire weekend.”
I pull back with a serious expression on my face. “And do what?”
He grabs my backpack and purse from the seat, then closes the truck door and takes my hand. “Ah, my schoolgirl needs to learn some patience, I think.” We take the elevator up and then he lets go of my hand and points to the dressing room. “There’s a hanger with your name on it. Meet you upstairs.”
I stand there as the heat creeps up my face, just watching his ass in the moonlight as he goes up the steps. “Chop, chop, Gidget. You’ll be spanked if you’re late.”
My chuckle comes out automatically as I make my way into the dressing room. There’s just one hanger on the rack and yup, sure enough, it’s got my name on it.
I peek inside and smile. Boys and their Catholic schoolgirl fantasies. He went to Catholic school, surely he must’ve gotten his fill?
I unzip the garment bag all the way and start pulling stuff out. There’s a crisp white button-up blouse, a little red tie, a red-and-black tartan skirt, and some very naughty black lingerie that probably came from the GIDGET contract. The whole ensemble is completed with a pair of six-inch stilettos.
I’m already feelin’ the heat down below.
I take it all over to the armless couches in the middle of the room and take off my clothes, tucking them back inside the garment bag. I line up each piece of lingerie and look it over real good. I’m not all that up on what does what, so this takes me a few minutes to figure out. I slide the black lace demi bra on and then the matching panties, garter, and stockings. I hook it all up, slip on the shoes, and check myself out in the mirror.
Not bad.
The schoolgirl stuff goes on next and by the time I’m all dressed, I’m a little sweaty and out of breath from all the anticipation.
Ronin and I do some roleplaying. Mostly that stupid cop stuff because I said I was checking to see if he was drunk when I got caught sniffing him back when we first met. It kinda stuck, and it’s fun, but we both end up laughing too much to continue the fantasy. Maybe I’ll try a little harder tonight.
I bite my lip as I exit the dressing room and climb the stairs to our apartment. I feel like I’ve been gone forever instead of just a week and my stomach gets a little flutter as I make my way down the hallway. I strain to listen for noise, but even Antoine and Elise’s apartment is quiet. When I get to the door I take a deep breath and straighten my blouse a little, pulling it down a bit to reveal some of my goods.
I decide to start the roleplay with a knock. I hold my breath as the click of fancy shoes sounds behind the door and then it opens. Ronin is wearing a gray suit coat, some gray slacks, a long black tie, and no shirt.
“My, my, Mr. Flynn. You certainly look handsome tonight. I feel underdressed.”
He waves me in. “If anything, Miss Corvus, you’re overdressed.”
I smile up at him and walk into the living room. We have no formal dining area, just a nook that connects the kitchen and the terrace sliders. But we do have a nice dark mahogany table and right now it’s filled with flickering white candles. No other lights are on in the entire apartment, so the glow is soft and golden.
“Well,” I say, turning to face Ronin, “there’s no room on the table for food, so we must not be eating dinner.”
He slides his hands around my waist and pulls my lower body tight against his, allowing my upper body to sway backwards slightly and pull the white shirt apart just the slightest bit. He peeks down and then finds my eyes. “Are you hungry for food?”
“No,” I whisper as I lean forward and lay my head on his shoulder. “I’m hungry for you.”
“How about dessert, then?”
“Mmmmm, maybe,” I purr into his neck. “What do you have in mind?”
He leans down and kisses me softly on the lips. It’s just a feather of a touch, just the slightest bare flutter of his lips against mine, just enough to create a spark of heat and then leave the cool emptiness as he pulls back. “I made a promise to you a while back and I figured it was time to make good.”
“What promise?” I ask with a stupid grin, frantically racking my brain for what he might have in mind. Ronin is not an easy guy to predict, that’s for sure. Whenever I think I know what he’s doing, especially when it comes to the erotic photoshoots or sex, I’m almost always wrong.
I love this about him because it means he thinks about me. A lot.
Even over the summer when he was hesitant to get more adventurous with our lovemaking he always kept me on my toes with small things. A command to come before we climaxed together. A kiss in a totally unexpected place, like that dent behind my knee. Or hoisting me up against the wall of the shower, my legs wrapped tight around his middle—and then not fucking me, but instead talking me into an orgasm with the most amazing combination of words ever strung together in the French language.
Of course I didn’t understand a single thing he said, he could’ve been reciting our grocery list for all I knew, but it totally got me off.
“Want me to show you?”
A shiver runs up my back as his fingertips slip around across my jawline and caress the nape of my neck.
“Please, yes.”
He grins. “I love it when you say please.” His fingers leave my neck, trace down my shoulder, then my ribs, and finally grab my hand. He laces us together and pulls me with him down the hallway towards the bedroom.
“Dessert is in the bedroom?” I giggle a little.
He looks back at me with half-hooded lids and simply nods.
Our bedroom is also lit up with candles, only in here they are all on tall candelabras. Some are placed on the dressers and tables so they reach halfway up the wall, the shadow of flames caressing the ceiling. Others are on the floor and light the dark hardwood below my feet.
On the nightstand is a bowl of cherries and a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket. Two flutes are already filled with golden bubbles.
“Yes, Mr. Flynn, this is definitely dessert.” I look up at him and his blue eyes are sparkling in the candlelight. “Would you like to hear how I did on my math test?”
“No, I’m not at all interested in your grades tonight, Miss Corvus.”
I cock an eyebrow at him. “You’re not?” I look down at my schoolgirl outfit and then back up at him. He’s not smiling. “Then what’s with the outfit? I thought you had something to teach me?”
“I do,” he says softly, pulling me towards him. “I’m going to teach you what it means to be loved by me.”
And then his mouth takes over. Both hands cup my face, pulling me into him, then one slides behind my neck while the other slides over my throat, pauses to palm it and then falls to my breast and palms that as well. My hands slip to the front of his pants and his cock comes to life as soon as I glide my fingertips over it. He groans and then his hand removes mine. “Not yet,” he breathes into my mouth.
I push him, making him take a few steps back, and he ends up against the wall, but he takes a step forward before I can do anything about it. “Maybe I’d like to call the shots tonight. Did you ever think of that?”
His eyebrows shoot up. “You can try.”
I almost laugh, in fact, I huff out some air before I can stop it. When I look up at him he’s grinning like the devil. I push him again and this time he lets himself settle against the wall, ready to see what I’ll do. I slip my hands inside his suit coat and drag my fingers across the hills and valleys of his perfect abs, then up across his chest, stopping to rub his nipple. When I look up he’s got his eyes closed and his head tilted back against the wall. He likes this. I slip the suit coat down over one shoulder with one hand and drag my other hand up and around his neck, pulling on him so he will lean down enough for me to kiss him.
He refuses, simply keeps his head pressed up against the wall. “You want to be in control, right?” He opens one eye and smiles. “Control me, then.”
Oh fuck. The wetness slips out between my legs and suddenly everything is throbbing. “I can, you know.”
This time he doesn’t even open his eyes. “Tell me how.”
I bite my bottom lip a little and think this through in the few seconds I have before I ruin the mood. “Well,” I say, a little breathless. “I could do all the predictable things.” I kneel down, my hands sliding down his chest and settling on his hips as I sit back on my butt. I watch his face the entire time. He doesn’t open his eyes or make any detectable shift in position. “Like bury your cock in my mouth.”
This makes him let out a breath and grin, but his eyes remain closed.
“But I’m not gonna do that.”
He chuckles. “Tease.”
I stand back up but my hands stay between his legs. I grab him and squeeze until he moans. I leave one hand there and then take his hand and place it over the buttons on my blouse. “Undress me, but keep your eyes closed.”
His other hand comes up and he works the topmost button free, but instead of unbuttoning the next one, he tugs the shirt out from my skirt and starts on the bottom ones. He releases each one until there is just a single button holding the two sides of my shirt together, the one right between my breasts.
“Do that one too,” I command in a whisper.
Ronin ignores me and instead slides his hands around my hips and settles on the zipper running up my ass. His fingers linger there for a second, his eyes still closed, his breathing a little more labored now. His hands flip up my skirt and slip around the cheeks of my ass. He squeezes, slips his finger between my legs, finds the wetness, and smirks.
His eyes still closed, he says, “I think you’re doing my job for me, Gidget. Stop turning yourself on.” He plunges a finger inside and I gasp and my head falls back a little. Except for his hands, he remains motionless against the wall. “Are you still in control?”
“Absolutely,” I say.
He laughs. “Is that right?” Before I know what’s happening my skirt is unzipped and falling to the floor. I’m just coming to terms with that fact when the button of my blouse goes shooting across the room and my shirt joins my skirt. This time when I look up at his face his eyes are open.
I’m standing in my sexy lingerie while he’s still got all his clothes on.
He laughs. “Good try, Gidget.”
“I’m not done!”
He spins around and suddenly we’ve changed positions. I’m face first against the wall, my hands spread out above my head and his thigh between my legs, asking me to open for him. He presses his full erection against my ass, one hand caressing my thigh while the other plunges back into the crease between my legs. “Oh, I think you’re about to come undone, Miss Corvus. I’m about to make sure of it.” His breath is hot against my neck as the words come out and then his tongue is teasing my earlobe. The hand on my thigh presses against my skin, travels upward with the same firm pressure, and then rests on my breast. He squeezes hard now and I moan and pull away.
“Hold still now, Rook,” he commands in a harsh voice as his fingers continue to probe me between my legs. His thumb finds my sweet spot and caresses tiny circles around it.
I exhale and push back against his chest because I’m having trouble getting enough air back inside my body, that’s how ragged my breathing is. “Please,” I whimper.
He pushes himself into me, forcing me against the wall. “Please what, babe?”
“Give me what I want.”
“What do you want?” he whispers into my ear. “Tell me what you want.”
“Make me come.”
He pulls back, like all the way back, until he’s no longer touching me. I look over my shoulder to see what he’s doing.
“You’re one crazy chick if you think you’re gonna get off that easy.”
“What do you mean?”
“‘Make me come’—pfft. Gidget, I can make you come anytime I want. Tonight you’re not gonna just come, babe. I’m gonna blow your fucking mind.”
Chapter Twenty-Two – RONIN
I swear to God, her whole body blushes pink with my words and it takes all my self-control to keep from smiling.
This fucking girl. I just want to scoop her up and devour her.
I lace our fingers together and pull her away from the wall. She’s suddenly very shy, her eyes avoiding my direct gaze, her head a little bowed. I lift her chin with a fingertip and then kiss her gently on the mouth. “I love it when you watch me.”
She smiles, almost tips her chin back down in embarrassment, but corrects that action before she commits. She stares back at me. “What will you do now?”
I lead her to the center of the room, drop her hand, then sit down on the bed and lean back. “Take your clothes off, Rook.” I unbutton my suit trousers and slip my hand in my pants. My gaze never leaves Rook’s face. She watches everything I do and when I grab myself she takes in a short quick breath, then looks me in the eyes and slides her hand down her hip until her fingertips reach the first clasp on the garter. In seconds, all those straps are hanging loose and she wiggles the thin band of lacy fabric over her curvy hips and it drops to the floor.
She steps out of the little circle and sticks one leg out in front and bends the other so she can lean over and roll her stocking down. When she gets it to the ankle she steps forward and places her foot on my thigh.
I accept her invitation and slide the stocking off with her stiletto. They join the garter on the floor, a small pile beginning to form.
She repeats this and then my heart starts to beat wildly as she slides the straps of the sheer black teddy down her shoulders. Her nipples are bunched up and hard and her breasts push against the fabric as she wiggles it free from her body.
And then she takes my hand and places it on the string of her panties.
But I take her hand and place it between her legs. “You love it when I watch you, too.”
Her fingertips start a slow circle over her slit and then push against the fabric of her panties. And I swear, I swear to fucking God, I have to reach out and make her stop or I’ll lose it.
Her eyes rest on mine and she smiles.
She wins this one.
“Take them off, please,” she says sweetly as she pulls the string against her hip, then releases it, making it snap against her skin.
A guttural growl escapes from my throat as I tug her panties down and let them drop to the floor. She stands naked before me. “Now what?”
I stand up and undress myself slowly. Her eyes never leave my hands. Her gaze follows my suit coat as I drape it over a chair then returns to me in time to catch me removing the tie from around my neck.
Her little Gidget tongue darts out, wets her lips, and then she takes a deep breath that makes her chest expand and lift up her breasts. My dick is so hard it’s holding up the damn trousers and it takes me a second to free myself from the pants.
“Now, the shower,” I finally answer her.
She tilts her head and smiles. “I thought shower sex was boring?”
“Who said anything about sex?”
She cocks an eyebrow at me. “I’m listening…”
“Follow me, Gidget.” I take her across the hall to the bathroom and flick my fingers across the control panel to bring up the steam and a light drizzle. This is my favorite setting, the setting I always use when we’re about to get busy in the shower. When I look back at her she’s biting her lip. “What?” I ask.
“Looks pretty boring so far.”
I laugh. “Is that right?” I take her inside the shower and gently push her until the backs of her knees hit the tiled bench at the far end of the stall. “Have a seat,” I say in a whisper. She smirks at me, like she knows what’s going on. But her expression falters when I look over my shoulder as I walk out of the shower and open a small built-in cupboard on the other side of the bathroom. I pull out a brand-new lady razor, the kind with all that soapy shit attached directly to the blade, and snap it on the handle.
“What are you doing?” Rook asks as I kneel down in front of her.
“What’s it look like I’m doing?” I press against her inner thighs and open her legs up and then palm the light covering of hair between her legs and tickle her until she squirms.
She chews on her lips, trying to chase her blushing smile away. “But you told me to let it grow out after the body painting.”
“I did.”
“Why?”
“So I could shave it off.” I grab her hair conditioner off the shelf and squirt some on the tips of my fingers and gently cover the little strip between her legs. I don’t check her expression again, but I know exactly what it looks like based on her breathing. I start at the top of her hairline and use long strokes to shave her smooth. I want to rub my whole hand over the skin there, but I’m trying to keep her from coming as long as I can, and that would definitely work against me.
When I finish with the easy parts I grab her ankles and lift them up next to her hips so her feet are flat on the bench and I have access to the hidden parts. I take a lot more time in this area and I have to stop periodically to allow her to calm down from my touches. It’s inevitable that my fingers will drive her crazy. I mean, they are my fingers, right? I wink at her after I finish this thought. She’s too busy squirming to notice.
When I’m finished she’s a panting mess, her back slightly arched, her head tilting back a bit, and small whimpers escaping her mouth. I spray her gently with the shower head and then sit back and enjoy my handiwork.
She opens her eyes. “Now what?” she asks softly.
“You can come now, babe.”
“Touch me, Ronin,” she begs.
I shake my head. “Sorry, no can do, Gidget. But I’ll let you watch as I touch myself and let’s just see if that’s enough to get you started.” I reach down and grab my dick and start pumping. Slow and long strokes.
Her mouth falls open, then closes a little as her eyes lower to watch my hand. She bites her lip again, but this time it’s not to try maintain control. I pump a little faster and that makes her breathe out a seductively long moan and close her eyes.
“Watch me, Rook,” I command. She opens her eyes but she only manages half-mast.
My plan was to make her come without touching her. I’ve done it before, but my tongue is far too eager to taste her newly smooth skin. She knows I’m about to cave and she wiggles a little, one foot dropping down to rest on my thigh, the other propped up on my shoulder like an invitation that I am powerless to refuse. I slide a finger inside her and pump with the same rhythm I’m using on myself. Her whole body tenses up, her back in a severe arch and her head pressing back against the tiled wall. I sink my tongue into her folds, flick against her clit, and we explode together—our moans echoing off the tiled bathroom walls.
We sit still for a few moments to enjoy the aftershocks, but then I get to my feet and pull her up with me. “OK, I think we’re ready to get started.”
She laughs as I lead her out into the bathroom, shut off the shower, and then grab a fluffy white towel and pat her down. I towel myself down a little as well, and then lead her back into the bedroom. “Lie down for me.”
She obeys, taking herself over to the king-size bed we share. Everything in this room is white except for the furniture and the floors. Those are both a dark mahogany wood. The soft flicker of candlelight makes her look like a goddess as she lies there, complacent and happy, wet and pink with the heat of the shower and her desire. I stand next to the bed and grab a cherry, then straddle her legs and lean down to touch the cherry to her lips. “Bite, please,” I ask softly.
These cherries came straight from the fruit basket on Antoine’s desk this morning. And even though it’s a little late in the year for cherries, they are soft and plump because all the fruit that comes in a basket to Chaput Studios is succulent and sweet and perfect. Just like my Rook. Her teeth sink into the flesh and she pulls back, chewing.
I take the other half and bite out the pit, whoof it into the waste basket near the nightstand, and then paint the juice around her mouth. “I told you, back when we did that first photoshoot, that if I had you naked with cherries, I’d drip it all down your belly and lick it off.”
Her seductive smile lets me know she’s remembering our first erotic shoot together.
“But before I do that…” I eat this cherry, then grab another one and put it up to her mouth. She bites, again leaving the pit for me. I whoof it and drag the fruit around the rosy areola in the center of her breast, making her nipple bunch up tight from the cold. The cherry turns her pale skin a deep red and I almost want to explode, that’s how hard this makes me. “I’m gonna do this.” My mouth covers her nipple and I lick the juice, then squeeze more, and lick it again. I do it all again on her other breast and when I’m finally ready to start on her belly, she’s all stained up with red juice.
I move down her abdomen, kissing her gently as I go, dragging my scratchy face along her sensitive skin, and then grab a whole handful of cherries and place them on the pristine white sheets next to me. It’s gonna stain the fuck out of them, but that’s the price you pay when you wanna have fun with fruit.
I bite and drip, bite and drip, then do it several more times until the little concave dip of her stomach is holding a pool of sweet nectar and her adorable belly button is overflowing. I push a fingertip into the liquid and drag it down towards her slit, stopping to let the juice collect in her folds. I repeat this until the red is diluted pink with her own wetness.
And then my tongue takes over. I eat her out like I’m starving for her sweetness, like I didn’t just take her in the bathroom twenty minutes ago, like this is my last chance to ever pleasure a woman between her legs with my mouth.
She moans, she whines, she whimpers. Her whole back buckles up, cherry juice drips down her body, dirty words are coming out of her mouth, and she starts fighting to get her chance to show me what her mouth can do to pleasure me back.
But I don’t let her up. I keep her there, at my mercy, holding her down and begging for more.
I blow her fucking mind with my tongue and fingers. I make her whimper and moan, squeal and fight when it gets too intense.
And then I fuck the shit out of her until we are exhausted and the hazy light of predawn is seeping through the blinds.
