I mute the call when she stops mid step at hearing Ronin lose his shit. The first time I heard it, it was intimidating, but I’ve had a few years to get used to it. “Come here.”
I unmute the moment she restarts toward me. I’m completely distracted by her as she emerges from the shadows. The flickering light of the fire dances over her bare legs. I take my time listening to Ronin but focus on Layne; her face isflushed and her scent is like a runaway train slamming into my face. I have to close my eyes and lean against the back of the chair. I tap my leg for her to sit. She looks like she needs the touch of an Alpha, but instead of climbing on my lap, she drops to her knees.
And opens her mouth.
I don’t think I have ever gotten so fucking hard this fast in my life. Putting the phone on the edge of my desk, I lift my ass. Before I can do more, Layne’s hands are in the waistband of my sweats, pulling them only part way down my thighs.
She brings a finger to her lips, indicating for me to be quiet. I don’t even get to take another breath before she wraps both her hands around my length and licks her tongue over the head of my cock.
“We need to talk about that feckin’ cock-up mess of yours too. I’m not a lay-by service. Payment on the shipment was considerably less than what we agreed, and don’t you be using the exchange rate as a bullshite excuse,” Ronin says once he’s got control of his volatility again. Sort of.
I pull over my laptop, smacking a few buttons on my keyboard to hide the rush of my breath. Layne stops suckling on one of my piercings, her eyebrow raised in challenge.
But I love a fucking challenge. I tilt my hips, closing the distance between us again and returning her lips to where they were. While I talk tactics to avoid customs and arrange shipment drops, she twists her tongue over each of the four studs crowning my head. Her tongue is nothing short of magical, the way it wraps around each ball, but it also darts out so she can lap at my slit, moaning each time she tastes my beading pre-come.
I pull my cock out of her mouth, staring at her noisy slip-up, but she rolls her eyes and winks before mouthing “I’ll be quiet” at me.
Sitting back, I spread my legs as wide as they’ll go in my sweats.
“You had any issues with the Petrov’s recently?” I ask Ronin as my wife all but inhales my cock, taking me deeper inside her lush mouth. Her tongue swirls and licks faster, and she mixes it up, hollowing her cheeks to suck as she bobs up and down. My hips rise up to meet her warm, silky mouth, and I hit the back of her throat, making her gag at the same time Ronin starts a different update on some shit he’s having with the Russians. I should care, but right now, I really fucking don’t.
Dropping one of my hands to the back of her neck, I hold her while she swallows most of my cock, then I interrupt Ronin.
“We got hit yesterday.”
“Did ya, now? Isn’t that interesting,” he starts, and I let him run his mouth off about suspicious activity going on that could correlate, or it might have nothing at all to do with what happened yesterday…or whatever goddamn day it was.
Layne is mesmerizing. She refuses to take her wicked lips off my cock for even a second, only breathing through her nose. She is careful, quiet, and when she’s ready, she looks at me through hooded eyes as she deep throats me before massaging my knot, clearly wanting more than just a sip of my pre-come.
I flip the phone on mute again. “Do you want more of a taste?”
She smiles, her lips stretching wider around my cock.
“You are not to make a noise. And you will swallow everything I give you,” I insist, holding her face between my hands, gently thrusting into her mouth while she nods her agreement. “Don’t spill a drop.”
Picking back up the call, I argue with Ronin about his recent increase in shipping costs while I fuck my wife’s throat with an increasingly steady tempo.
“I have to go,” I snap when she starts doing something fucking tricky, swallowing my cock so hard, her throat squeezes around it, like a fucking massage.
Ronin laughs again. “Like I said, Valentine, I’ll message you later. Tell your wife good morning.”
I hang up on him. I don’t give a fuck that he heard whatever he thinks he heard.
“You come in here and start every morning like that, and I won’t have any alliances,” I growl, though there isn’t one note of anger or frustration in my voice. Nothing but pure fucking want.
Layne’s eyes are swimming with heat. Her own arousal hangs thick in the air, like the world’s best fucking perfume made just for me, and it twists the pleasure strumming through my body to an even higher level. “Show me what a good wife you are.” My hands bury in her hair as I shove my cock in her throat, half standing up in the process. Without missing a beat, she leans her head back even farther, and my knot slams against her nose.
I worry she’s going to choke out for half a second until I hear the moans she makes. She uses one hand around my knot, massaging my pleasure even higher, but the second she drops her other hand down to play with her own pussy, I bark.
“Don’t you dare touch yourself. It’s my job to make you feel again. That cunt is mine.”
Her eyes roll back in her head, her scent getting even more potent, but eventually, her eyes float back to me. Her want and need is even more evident now; it makes the color of her eyes look like melted pots of burnished gold. Despite the wild look in her eyes, she listens and returns her hand back up to my thigh.
The way she is so responsive to anything I say feeds the arousal swirling between us. Her cheeks hollow, and she stays still as I control how fast I fuck her face. Her chin gets wet from her saliva and my fucking pleasure each time I thrust in and out of her beautiful mouth.
Then she starts swallowing as I fucking erupt, making her cheeks puff out. The sound Layne makes as she gags past the sudden intrusion of my come in her throat is lyrical.
“Swallow it all,” I demand when she struggles. But there’s no fear or concern in her eyes, nothing but building, burning desire.
