3: In Which She Completely Sucks (1/2)

3: In Which She Completely Sucks

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“Could we please address the elephant in the room?”

I shouldn’t have been so pissed off when Reed continued to ignore me. The basement was so freaking arctic today yet he wore a paint-spattered T-shirt and board shorts. We were matching, actually, though my shorts were cargo pants and my T-shirt was still sparkling white.

But there was the fact that I would probably be getting my CCW permit revoked when I inevitably shot and killed my client for giving me the silent treatment.

I tried to be a little polite in my approach. “It’s been over a day now, Mr. Lancaster. While I’m grateful that you haven’t told your brother – or, worse, my father – about what happened, I think we should discuss it like adults.” I waited a beat, growing more annoyed by the second. “I discovered that you masturbate to lesbian porn and have a big penís.”

Reed was behind an easel, his large frame only partially hidden by it. Releasing a groan of frustration, he suddenly knocked the whole thing over, sending it flying to the ground. He snapped his head in my direction.

“You’re distracting me,” he bit out, running a hand through his permanently messy hair.

Yeah, well, so are you, I thought, because my mind had taken up permanent residence in the gutter where Reed was concerned. Seriously, my mind had more bacteria on it than Hef’s bed in the Playboy Mansion.

I cleared my throat and tried to clear my mind in the process. “Sorry. Need any help?” Before he could protest, I was wending my way through his other work and heading towards him. He straightened, retreating. “God, Reed, for one fúcking second, don’t look at me like I’m gonna jump your fúcking bones,” I snapped.

Silence stretched and I mentally cursed my verbal diarrhea as I watched a blush slow ascent of a blush up Reed’s neck. I was close enough to see a tiny spot of what looked like green paint on his chin and because I had nothing else to lose, I reached out and wiped it away with the pads of my fingers. He flinched, his green eyes wary. They were speckled with gold, those eyes. The bright light down here made sure I saw that and suddenly, I was a lot closer to those eyes because one of us had closed the space between us and it was kind of hard to breathe when I was craning my neck and sinking in a green sea…

Damn it, I’m hot for this guy.

I hadn’t realised that my fingers were still on Reed’s chin until his moved over mine and burned them. That was how hot his skin was.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” I said on an exhale. My eyes drifted down to the tiny space between us, to the impressive bulge in his shorts, before travelling back up to meet his penetrating gaze. “Oh. Oh. That’s for me, huh?”

Reed blushed, trying to retract his hand. I wrapped my fingers around his, holding him there, before I stepped forward and into the heat his body radiated. God, this was weird and so unprofessional but Reed and I had long crossed that line and I just…couldn’t…help it.

His closeness was doing things to me; things to my pússy, to my nipples, to my goddamn toes. I was aching all over and it had started the moment I saw this man naked and covered in his own cum. His erection was pressed against my abdomen, hard and I was two seconds away from getting on the tips of my toes and rubbing against him and purring.

“Lena,” Reed breathed, “m-maybe you should –”

“Go?” I cut in, pushing my hands into his soft, soft hair. He winced when that exposed his scarred cheek but didn’t stop me. “No, you want me, Mr. Lancaster, and I want you.”

My mother taught me that beating around the bush was a complete waste of time if you weren’t immortal or Donald Trump. So, hands on the back of his head, I dragged his head down and claimed his mouth in a fierce kiss. Reed’s eyes became hooded and then he was kissing me back, placing a hand at the back of my head to hold me there. I opened my mouth for him, allowing his tongue to meet mine, allowing him to taste me. I moaned, unconsciously rubbing myself against him, and he groaned in response. My eyes slammed shut but my hands were working between us, fumbling with the zipper of his shorts.

“Lena,” Reed said breathlessly, raising his head. His hands strayed down my back and cupped my ass, pulling me to him and making it increasingly difficult for me to free his c0ck. “Please.”

My hands stilled and my heart thumped in my chest. Please? If it was possible, my cúnt was weeping in earnest now, soaking my satin panties. I made myself finish the task of unzipping him and then Willy was free and I came to the conclusion that it was illegal for him to have ever been in captivity in the first place.

Get a damn grip, Len.

Grip. Yeah. I needed to grip something, all right. I gripped Reed – well, tried to – and he jerked in my hand, murmuring something. He was almost as thick as my wrist and harder than concrete. He let out a low moan, the moan I had been fantasising about all through last night, and it was all I could do not to f.uck him right then and there.

“Please,” he repeated, his voice hoarse.

“I’m going to suck you now, Reed,” I told him, hardly able to keep from licking my lips. I was satisfied by the way his hips rocked and his c0ck moved in my hand but I had never wanted to deep-throat a guy like I wanted to deep-throat Reed Lancaster. “I might not get all of you inside me but I need to taste you. I promise you can come inside my mouth. Ever come inside someone’s mouth before?”

He shook his head, biting down on his already-swollen lower lip. “N-never d-done this.”

“What, had a handjob? Blowjob?” What sane woman would not want to handle his díck? The women I knew would take damn pictures just to have solid proof they’d ever seen more than eight inches.

“Sex.”

That one word hung in the air like a planet and Reed pulled away from me.

“Just fúcking go,” he grunted, not meeting my eye.

I shook myself out of my brief stupor. “Reed, come here. I kind of had my suspicions about that.”

His head jerked up. “Gee, thanks,” he snarled. “What gave it away? The way I stutter my ass off whenever I’m less than two feet away from you? Or the way I jerked off last night because you wore a fúcking turtleneck and when I look at you for even a nanosecond, it’s all I can do not to come in my pants?”

“Do you realise that you don’t stammer when you’re yelling at me?” I took a step towards him. He didn’t step back. “I like your stutter, Reed. I think it’s cute.”

“C-cute?”

“Yes.” I fell to my knees before him, reaching for his shorts. “I really want to suck you off. Will you let me?”

His eyes were dark with arousal as he took in the image of me on my knees. I, for one, liked my view. I reached for him and grasped his shaft in both hands, running my thumb along the slippery tip and eliciting a low, pained groan from Reed when I began to stroke him.

“That feels… Shít, it feels –” He let out a gasp when I made my first attempt at putting him in my mouth. Hips pistoning, he placed his hands on my head, sinking his fingers into my loose hair.

I sucked at the tip, relishing the bittersweet taste of his skin, of his cum. It wasn’t enough. I wanted to feel the throb of his shaft on my tongue, feel his c0ck hit the back of my throat. I shuffled closer on my knees, taking him in as deep as I could, exploring his veins with my tongue as he pulsed in my hands.

Reed made a low noise in his throat, his fingertips digging into my scalp. I moaned when I felt him hit the back of my throat and he began to thrust into my mouth in earnest. He cursed, he moaned, he said my name.

“Need to…” he groaned, tugging at my hair. “Come.”

I cupped his balls, ran my fingers over them. He jerked once, twice and came in my mouth. It happened so quickly I didn’t have time to brace myself. Spurt after spurt of thick white fluid hit the back of my throat and forced me to release him. My hands were sticky with it and the little I hadn’t managed to swallow dribbled down my chin and onto my front.

We were both breathing heavily by the time I got myself to my feet and removed all traces of Reed from my body.Only the taste of him in my mouth remained and I sure as hell didn’t want to get rid of that anytime soon. I was pretty much past the point of no return with this man. Caution had been thrown to the wind and it wasn’t a freaking boomerang.

“Sorry,” Reed mumbled, zipping himself back up.

“Seriously? I should be sorry. This wasn’t part of the training course I took to do this job.” I fingered my holstered gun at my hip, staring up at the man who was apologising for coming in my mouth. “But it was worth it. To be your first.” I felt a warped sense of pride about that. “So…am I fired?”

Heat bloomed in his cheeks. “No.”

I placed my hands on his chest, feeling his erratic heartbeat against my palms. His eyes locked with mine. “I’m not stupid, Reed,” I said slowly. “Tell me why your brother wanted a female bodyguard when we’re overlooked for most jobs?”

Reed looked everywhere but at me. “Nathan’s an idiot. I don’t…need a bodyguard.” He huffed out a breath. “He only wants me to sleep with you.”

“Awesome to know,” I muttered, pushing my hands off Reed’s chest. I wondered what my father and Ivan would say if they found out that they had essentially prostituted me. Goddammit.

“Lena.” Reed astonished me by tipping my chin toward him. “I don’t want that from you.”

I narrowed my eyes at him. “Oh, really?” We both glanced at the front of his shorts.

“Fine,” he bit out, letting me go. “I’m a man. Sue me.”