Room One Hundred & Twenty-One: Kiss of Fire

Chapter 7

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W hen I was eight, I learned for the first time what it meant to crave something I couldn’t have. All I wanted was for my parents to attend my birthday party, but they were too busy globetrotting to waste their time celebrating an annual milestone with their son. Sure, it was a lavish event with over-the-top decorations and expensive gifts, but what did that matter if the two people who meant the most to me couldn’t be bothered to grace me with their presence?

So much for unconditional love. I spent my formative years alone, being catered to by the staff, longing to have something I started to believe was unobtainable.

Until I met Noah and Chance.

My parents couldn’t give a flying fuck about me, only that I didn’t ruin the Smith family name, while all I wanted was to love and be loved. And I discovered that when I found my two best friends. Since freshman year, we’ve been inseparable, acting more like brothers than anything else. I didn’t think anyone could make me feel as complete as they did, until Selena walked into our lives.

She’s consumed me for three years, my mind constantly filled with thoughts of her. It’s as if she’s cast some kind of spell over me, one I hope never breaks. I can’t get her out of my head, no matter how hard I try. Although, if I’m being honest, I don’t really want to.

But thoughts of the curvy vixen will have to wait, as I need to focus on my designs. Though that’s an impossible task when all I can think about is our first kiss and wondering when the three of us can get her back to Club Sin. She has no idea the things we want to do to her, how we want to push her mind and her body and test her limits. Fuck, I bet she’s gorgeous when she comes for us, screaming our names while we fill all her holes.

Knowing I won’t be able to focus at the moment, I stand and exit my drawing room. I jog down the stairs of my penthouse and walk to the kitchen, pouring myself another cup of coffee. It’s after 9:00 pm, but I need a jolt of caffeine to keep me going. These designs are due tomorrow and I need to look through the images that my team submitted before forwarding them to our client.

So far, they’re not great. The colors are too bright, the language isn’t clear, and it’s too hard on the eyes. I know I’m being picky, but that’s my job. I review everything before it’s sent to a client, especially one so important. I’ve already spent three hours trying to fix the issues, but it feels as if my head is about to split open, and I need a break. I sip the hot liquid, willing my body to relax, and the aroma of the coffee alone is enough to release the tension in my neck and shoulders.

Just as I’m about to head back upstairs, my alarm beeps and the front door opens. I freeze, wearing only a pair of black sweatpants, as Selena waltzes into my home. Her gaze lands on my bare chest and her pretty mouth drops open. I can’t help the smile that lifts the corners of my lips as I let her look her fill.

“See something you like?” I tease her.

“Yes. I mean no!” she blurts and I smirk at her.

“So you don’t like what you see? Because the blush of your cheeks says otherwise.” Her cheeks flame hotter and I chuckle. “What are you doing here?“ Not that I mind one bit.

She lifts two brown paper bags and grimaces. “I forgot to drop off your groceries earlier.” She doesn’t wait for my response before she joins me in the kitchen.

“That could’ve waited until tomorrow.”

“Maybe. But I’ve noticed you don’t take care of yourself when you’re on a deadline. The least I could do was make sure you were fed and hydrated, because you’ll do no one any good if you’ve starved to death.”

I rub my chiseled abs, drawing her attention. “I think I’m far from starving, baby. Well… at least not for food.”

Her face blooms with a pretty shade of pink. But she brushes it off with a shake of her head and a coy smile as she pulls out an array of fruit, vegetables, meat, and some other necessities before placing them inside the refrigerator. I watch her flit around my kitchen—she’s been here several times before—and my chest warms at how relaxed she is in my home. More like a girlfriend and not like an assistant.

She catches me gawking at her. “What? Did I forget something?”

“I’m waiting for you to kiss me. Isn’t that what you’re supposed to do when you get home?”

“But this isn’t my home, Brody.” She tries to suppress her smile, telling me she’s pleased with the idea.

“It could be if you wanted it to be,” I confess.

“Maybe we should try walking before running.”

“Maybe you should be more reckless instead of always being so rational.” I take the bag of apples from her hand and shove it in the fridge before tugging her supple body against mine. She braces her smooth palms on my chest and an electric current zips down my spine. “Now, give Daddy a kiss.”

Her heart rapidly beats against mine while she tentatively nibbles her lower lip. Then, she rises on the balls of her feet and cranes her neck to reach my mouth. “There,” she proclaims after a brief peck. “Happy now?”

I grind my hard cock against her, showing her how much she turns me on. “Not even close, baby.” I crush my lips onto hers, demanding she let me in as my mouth fills with her sweet taste. My head grows light while I devour her until she slaps my bare chest, pulling back and looking flushed.

“Wait, did you finish the designs?” she asks, and I groan. “I’ll take that as a no.” She steps out of my arms and I hate how empty they feel now.

“It’s coming along,“ I assure her.

“Coming along isn’t the same thing as being done. I’m going to leave so you can get back to work. I shouldn’t have distracted you.”

She turns on her heel and I reach out to grab her wrist. “Wanna help?“ I ask, desperate to keep her here for a while longer.

“Brody, I can’t do what you do. I’ll only slow you down and get in the way.”

“Actually, you can give me a consumer’s perspective.” She appears skeptical, so I continue. “What’s your favorite color?”

“Pardon?“ She gapes, looking perplexed now.

“You heard me. Favorite color?”

Selena hesitates before finally indulging me. “It’s pink.”

“Okay. What’s your favorite food?”

“Cake.” She narrows her gaze, not sure what I’m getting at.

“Sunrise or sunset?”

“How is this relevant to anything, Brody?”

“Just go with it. I promise you’re helping me.”

“Sunset,” she huffs.

“Favorite flower?”

“Peonies.” A fond expression covers her face. “My mom bought me the most beautiful bouquet of peonies when I graduated high school and I’ve loved them ever since.”

I’ve overheard a few conversations between Selena and her mother and I know how much they miss each other. I need to make sure they can visit more often. I think it’s been a while.

A slow smile spreads across my lips. “Thanks, gorgeous. That’s all I need to know.“

“Now, please tell me how a bunch of random questions helped you with anything tonight.”

“They weren’t random,“ I counter, but she appears skeptical. “This campaign is for a perfume, and you fit the target demographic. So, your answers gave me valuable insight to what a girl like you might be looking for. Something sweet, romantic, sentimental, and timeless.”

“You got all of that from my answers?” Her eyes slightly widen.

“Yep.” I boop the tip of her nose. Fuck, she’s adorable, but not the least bit convinced that she’s aided me in any way. “Now, how about I thank you for being so helpful?” I whisper into her ear.

I spin her around and press her back against the counter, tilting her head back so I can kiss along the column of her neck. Her nipples pucker beneath her dress as a fine tremor trails down her body. I pull back and gaze into her amber eyes.

“Strip,“ I command, and her gaze flickers with lust.

She steps out of her heels before presenting me with her back, silently asking for help with her zipper. I move her long, dark curls to the side, then slowly glide the small metal pull until it comes to a stop at the top of her luscious ass. Gently sliding the material off her shoulders, I watch as her dress falls and pools on the floor at her feet. Then, she pivots to face me, standing in nothing but her matching pink bra and panty set.

“So it is your favorite color.”

“Told you,” she replies, her tone mischievous. “Do I get my thank you now?”

I can’t help myself and immediately take her mouth, cupping her beautiful face in my hands while I massage my tongue along hers. “On the counter,” I demand, lifting her up and setting her down on the marble top. She hisses. “Cold?” I grin.

“A little,” she admits, and I slide my palms over her thighs.

Then I brush a hand across her lace panties, teasing her pussy lips. “I think I can warm you up.” I drag the tip of my finger up and down her slit before prying her knees apart and making her gasp. “Let me see that pretty pussy.”

Selena’s chest begins to heave as she leans back and braces herself on her palms. Her stomach quivers with nerves and excitement, so I take the time to kiss her again.

“I promise I’ll make you feel good. Do you trust me?”

She nods her head.

“Good girl.” Then, I rip the flimsy fabric of her panties and jerk them from her body.

“Brody!” she chastises.

“They were in my way.” I shrug, before kneeling down and spreading her legs wider. “Now, lie back and let me taste you.” I lift her feet and plant them on the counter top, forcing her to rest her body against the hard surface. Her pussy clenches around nothing the longer I make her wait, the anticipation building for both of us while I stare at her glistening cunt. “Fuck, every part of you is beautiful.”

“Brody,” she whines.

“Yes, love?” I know what she wants, but I want to hear her say it.

“I’m dying. Please don’t make me wait,” she begs.

I drag the tip of my tongue along one of her swollen pussy lips. “Is this what you want?”

“More,” she cries, sounding almost pained. Then I take it into my mouth, sucking hard enough to leave a mark for the others to see. They’ll be jealous as fuck, but I don’t care. I want to be the first one to eat her little cunt.

Selena’s hands ball into fists at her sides. “Brody, please!” she cries out, and I finally give her what she wants. I spread her wide with my thumbs before devouring her juicy pussy. “Fuck,” she curses, her back arching off the counter.

I lap at her dripping core, plunging two fingers deep inside her and making her toes curl. Her hands fly to my head as I suck on her clit, rubbing my face into her wet pussy while her nails scrape across my scalp. She holds me in place and rides my mouth, but I have no qualms about letting her use me to reach her orgasm.

“You’re so demanding, love,” I declare, my laugh low and deep as it vibrates against her sensitive flesh.

She responds with some kind of gibberish, and I take that as a good sign to continue. I let my tongue whirl around her clit, moving in slow circles before closing my mouth around it and sucking hard.

“Fuck-fuck-fuck,” she mumbles, her words slurred and almost incoherent.

I thought her mouth was sweet, but her pussy is even sweeter and I can’t get enough of the taste of it. She’s soaking wet, her arousal dribbling down to her ass, and I use it to lube the pad of my thumb before massaging her puckered hole. Her stomach hollows as she gasps loudly, and I wait to see if she’s going to stop me. But to my surprise and true to her kinky admission, Selena relaxes into my touch and lets me invade that forbidden space. With two fingers in her cunt and my thumb knuckle deep in her ass, I stimulate her clit with my mouth until she comes.

“Brody!” she screams, practically levitating off the marble surface while her pussy gushes her cum into my mouth and over my hand. I swallow it down, not missing a drop as I gently lick her clean and drag out her release.

Her moans echo around my kitchen and my aching cock begs for a release of its own. But tonight is all about her and my dick can wait. I want her begging for it when I finally fuck her.

She drifts back down from her orgasmic high, panting and quietly laughing to herself. “Something funny, beautiful?” I ask, kissing her inner thigh as I stand.

“I just came in my boss’s kitchen.” She says it like the revelation just dawned on her.

“I may be your boss at work, but here, I’m just Brody.” I help her sit up, and she surprises me by taking my mouth in a deep, passionate kiss. I become lost in her embrace, when she pulls back and stares into my eyes.

“You’re more than just Brody . Don’t ever forget that.”

I’m at a loss for words because she has no idea how she makes me feel. But before I can say anything else, she hops down off the counter onto shaky legs.

“Easy there. If I did my job right, you might be a little wobbly.” I smirk.

“Even if you did, I’d never show it. Or else your head might get too big.” She glances down at my hard cock tenting my sweats. “Kinda like that one.” She grins. “All set to finish working now?”

I grab her hand and rub it over my dick. “Does it look like I’m gonna get any work done tonight?”

She circles her palm around me and runs it up and down my length. “You better… if you want me to celebrate another successful proposal with you.” She leans in and whispers in my ear, “And next time, I promise to be completely naked.”

With one final kiss, Selena quickly dresses and darts off. I watch her until the front door closes after she blows me a kiss. I head back upstairs with the dopiest grin on my face and the taste of her pussy still lingering on my tongue.