CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Reagan
It was a boring Wednesday night at the bar. A few of the guys were there. Chris and I were working and Brand was keeping us company at the bar. Nate was playing pool with Tank, while Diesel and Bocca stood off to the side chatting. Everyone had full drinks and there was a lull. I leaned my arms on the bar top and propped my chin on one hand.
“What’s up, buttercup?” Brand said across from me.
I sighed and shrugged. It had been a couple of weeks since the last Nate encounter in his office. I could’ve had sex with that man twice a day and still not gotten enough. He was good. Like top-of-the-charts-no-one-can-get-even-close, good. But I wasn’t one to beg for the D. And since he hadn’t said anything or made any kind of notion to sexy time, I just had to let it go.
“I think my grandma is getting more sex than me,” I said as I stared off at nothing. Brand snorted beside me and Chris let out a sharp, shocked laugh. “I walked down this morning and there was Mr. Wallace, from the bookstore, sitting at the table eating breakfast.”
“That doesn’t necessarily mean anything…” Chris said in a tone that let me know even he didn’t believe his words.
“He was in his boxers, reading the paper. Nan was in her bathrobe, pretty sure nothing underneath.” I grimaced.
“Oh, wow,” Brand said looking like he wanted to throw up his beer. I laughed at his face.
“That’s a mental image I didn’t need,” Chris said. “Anyway… you’re not the only one lacking in the sex department.” He patted me on the shoulder. We both looked at Brand and he raised an eyebrow.
Brand wasn’t one to talk about his sex life. Sex was a very open topic with the guys. There were the ones, like Diesel, who were silent but oozed sex appeal out of every pore. You knew they were getting it left and right. Then there were the ones that had all the charm. Like Bocca. And with all the club girls around, there was always an opportunity. But if Brand was dipping his stick in anything, he wasn’t bragging about it. For all I knew, he was a celibate virgin. I wouldn’t lie, I was a bit curious. If not only to know the answer.
“I feel like this could go in a bad direction,” Brand said, looking a little panicked. I let out a loud laugh. He wasn’t going to divulge anything.
“Well, now I’m thinking about it,” Chris said. I turned my head to look at him and he was staring directly at Brand. I followed the invisible line from Chris to Brand. I looked back at Chris to find him now giving me that intense dark look he was just giving Brand.
“Whoa,” I said and leaned back to stand up straight. They were both very attractive men. And the thought of having the two of them— especially at the same time— turned me on a little. But it wasn’t what I truly wanted. Who I wanted.
“Nope,” Brand said in a stern voice. “I like you like a dude, Chris, but just don’t feel that way. And as far as Reagan goes, I think we both know better.” Chris gave a half shrug.
“So… okay… wait…” I said looking at Chris. “You, like, straddle the line then?” Both of them let out a roar of laughter. This was it, I was going to get the bottom of it and clear my curiosity.
“I have no preference,” Chris said, shaking his head at me. “It’s all about chemistry and I happen to have that with all kinds.”
“You’ve been with guys, then?” I asked, with a bit too much excitement in my voice. Okay, maybe the mental image I was conjuring was making me a little hot. He gave me a slow nod. I could tell from the look on Brand’s face it wasn’t a shock to him and that it didn’t bother him in the least. I smiled at that. I wondered who else knew. Was it common knowledge and I was late to the party? Or was it like a select few that knew? “Anyone I know?” Brand looked down and Chris looked up like they were pretending they didn’t hear me. My mind went into overdrive and I wondered how I could get it out of them.
I was a smart girl, so clearly there was someone I knew. I bit my lip and pondered who it could be. I looked out across the bar. My eyes scanned each one of the guys in the bar, taking a moment on a few of them to pause and paint a mental picture. If it was one of them, I couldn’t see it. They all seemed very much like pussy loving men who boasted and, on some occasions, flaunted it around.
“I will get it out of you. Hold that thought,” I said, opening a few fresh beers and taking them out to the floor. I sized up Bocca and he gave me an odd look. It could’ve been him, I could almost see that. I handed Diesel his beer and raked over him with an open eye. He narrowed his eyes skeptically at me.
“The fuck, woman?” he said in a low voice. Then his eyes flicked over my shoulder to look in the direction of the bar and something changed. It was quick, but I caught it. Then he looked down and me and shot me a half smirk like he knew what was going on. “Hmm…” he grunted and turned back to whatever conversation he was immersed in before I came up. I raced back behind the bar, trying my best not to giggle like a school girl.
“No way…” I said and Brand chuckled. “But, isn’t he all about how many women he can sleep with? I’m so confused.” I laughed.
Diesel may not have aired out his conquests like others. But there was always little things I would pick up in conversations. I heard the way the guys teased him. Or they would make comments about him and so and so interrupting their sleep. I got the impression that Diesel was very vocal during his naked time activities.
“The thing about Diesel is that he likes sex. All sex, and a lot of it,” Chris said, a light blush covering his neck and ears. “I think he’s either eternally unsatisfied. Or he goes through people like water because he’s looking for something. Something… more.” He shrugged like he was saying that he couldn’t figure out which it was.
“Interesting…” I said, looking over at Diesel with trying to figure out which it was. He always seemed so closed off. I had a feeling that I would never figure him out. “So, what’s it like? How does it compare?”
“Are you really going to have this conversation?” Brand said, sounding amused.
“Yes, you can go if you want.” I shot him a playful wink at him.
“No, I must admit I’m intrigued.” Brand said as he leaned in like he was about to hear some sort of life secret.
“Oh, God,” Chris grumbled and I gave him a look of impatience. “Fine. Well for starters, guys tend to suck dick better.”
“Wait, what?!” I said a bit louder than I meant to. I looked around and it seemed no one else had noticed. They both chuckled at me.
“I guess guys know more of what they are doing, and they seem like they really want to be doing it. If a guy doesn’t want to he’s not going to do it just to appease the other person. For the most part, girls seem bored or disgusted. At least in my experience. They never take the time to enjoy it or try to make it good for me. It’s what I would imagine shoving my dick into a bowl of warm pudding would be like. Wet and sloppy. Plus, there is something about the feeling of a man’s scruff. When it’s rubbing against my thighs. The feeling of it when I grab his face while we make out.” Chris shrugged like it was as simple as that.
“Now there’s an image…” Brand said. “But I can sort of agree. With the girl part. Can’t comment on the other, sorry.”
“I like it,” I said, surprising myself that I actually said that out loud. “I mean, what’s not to like? When I’m down on my knees it’s like I control everything. How fast he gets off. How deep he shoots his load down my throat. How long I can draw his orgasm out. That kinda stuff.” I brought my attention back to them and see them both sating at me mouths hanging open and eyes wide.
“What are we talking about over here?” Bocca said, clapping Brand on the back and taking a seat next to him. He took in the scene and leaned back confused. Completely oblivious to the crazy conversation he’d walked into the middle of.
“Blowjobs,” I said in a casual tone, pulling out another beer for him.
“Reagan was just about to school us in her dick sucking ways,” Chris said snapping out of his shock. “Sounds like she likes it a lot. Hey, maybe you could write a book.” I laughed at the idea.
“Or teach a class at the community center. There are many people who could learn from you, I’m sure,” Brand joked.
Bocca was still a little thrown off by our conversation, but trying his best to cover it up. I didn’t miss the fact that he looked back over his shoulder. He watched Nate for a second before turning his attention back to us.
“The art of blowjob-ing?” I said laughing. I shook my head wondering exactly how we took this strange turn. “There are many different ones that I have in here.” I tapped the side of my head.
“Wait, more than one?” Brand asked, brows knitted. I looked around at all three of them. They looked like they were sitting on the edge of their seat waiting for the good part of the story. I rolled my eyes.
“Yes.” I took a deep breath, preparing to give away my secrets. “There is the ‘I’m pissed at you and I’m not going to let you come’. And the ‘we shouldn’t be doing this in public’. That one is all about suction and speed.”
“How many are there?” Bocca asked, a look of genuine curiosity written on his face.
“I don’t know. I never listed or counted before.” I laughed. “Usually, I go with the trusted old fashioned. The one where you want the person to enjoy it as much as you do. The one that promises to lead to more.” My mind drifted off as I continued. “The one that starts out by running your tongue up the length of the bottom of the shaft. Enjoying the smoothness against your tongue. Then when you reach the tip, you slowly close your mouth around it. You swirl your tongue around a few times before moving down without urgency.”
As I was talking all I could think about was Nate. And more specifically, doing all those things to him.
“You use everything you’ve got. Take it in deeper every time. All the while, looking into the guy’s eyes just to let him know this is all for him. Watching how much he’s enjoying it. Taking in what is good and what does nothing for him. Then you lightly massage the balls. With each bob, you suck a little harder until that moment when his dick starts to throb in between your lips. Right when he’s about to explode, you push down as far as you can go. Hold for a second. Then pull back enough to run circles on the underside of his head as the last little bit comes out. And you get to finally taste him.”
I pulled myself out of my trance and then it hit me. What had I done? I cleared my throat and shook my head as I took in my surroundings. Thank God, that no one else had walked up and listened in. Bocca, Brand, and Chris were staring at me wide-eyed with a slight look of pain in the face. Chris shifted uncomfortably and I could tell he was adjusting himself. I let out a nervous laugh and sent him an apologetic look.
“Yes, you should teach a class. I volunteer to be your dummy body,” Bocca finally said after a long stretched out silence.
“Oh, I bet you would just love that.” I swatted him on the arm playfully. “Me sucking your dick in front of a room full of women eager to learn.” I rolled my eyes.
Someone cleared their throat behind me and I jumped. I turn around and my nose brushed up against a hard chest. I craned my neck to see who it was, even though I knew by the unique smell it was Nate. I wondered how long he had been standing there.
“Yep. I’m gone,” Bocca said. I heard the rushed scraping of stools sliding on the floor. Great, they all left me to deal with him on my own.
“And why would you be doing that to Bocca?” His face was hard and I could tell he wasn’t amused.
“We were… ugh. It was a joke.” I threw my hands up in frustration.
“Joke?” His tone let me know he didn’t find anything funny about it.
“Yeah, I was telling them how a woman should give a man a blowjob. How it shouldn’t be like some chore they have to do. You know, if you do it right both people can get enjoyment out of it. I mean…” My words came out rushed. “They were joking around and said I should teach a class… there. Happy now?”
“And how should it go?” He asked. His eyes were heavy-lidded as he looked down at me.
“I’m not going to explain it all again. You missed out, sorry.” I was not sorry. He bent down, his mouth was right next to my ear. My heart raced and my palms started to sweat. A fire burned through me and my panties were soaked.
“I don’t want you to tell me,” he growled in my ear. “My office, now.” He turned and took long strides back through the hallway. I looked around and noticed that no one was looking. Whether it was on purpose or not, I wasn’t sure. I made causal steps in the direction after Nate, biting my lip to hold back a smile the whole time.
I opened the door and he was leaned against the front of the desk, arms crossed and legs wide. I slipped in and made a show of locking the door behind me. This time I was going to get to taste him. I wouldn’t let him stop me. I dropped to my knees and looked up at him as I opened his pants. I shifted the sides back and forth a little until his pants were halfway down his butt. I needed them out of the way like five minutes ago. His cock sprung free and I wrapped my hand around it. I gave it a few pumps before I showed him everything I had talked about. I sucked him like it was the best thing I had ever done before. Because, if I was honest, it was. I loved being with him. Touching him. Watching that heated look cloud over his eyes when he looked at me. Knowing it was all me. I loved it all.
By the time he was ready to blow, I was a wet, moaning mess. He filled my mouth and I swallowed. It was salty, musky, and almost sweet. And I drank every last drop.
I let him slide out of my mouth with a slowness that let him know I wasn’t ready to let him go. He fell to his knees in front of me. I couldn’t help but smile. He gripped the back of my hair and pushed his lips to mine in for a deep, heated kiss. After a while, he pulled away from me and rested his forehead on mine. We were both panting and the air was thick around us.
“Fuck, Rea.” His eyes closed for a brief moment. “My house after you close.” He stood up and held out a hand for me. After I got to my feet, he tucked himself back in and righted his clothes. He pulled me in for one last, quick kiss then walked out.
I stayed in the office for a few minutes trying to calm myself down. I had just brought that man to his knees and I loved every second of it. I loved his reactions. I loved the passion he gave me at the end. The kiss that showed me what was to come. And I knew there was no way I was going to turn it down.
The rest of the night was quick to go by. Thank God. Pretty sure my cheeks burned bright pink every time Nate looked at me. There was a darkness of desire in his eyes that melted me to the core. My panties were soaked and I couldn’t think of anything other than the two of us naked and sweaty.
Everyone left sometime after one in the morning. I blew out a long breath as I started cleaning up the bar area. Chris was out on the floor straightening up. Nate came behind the bar and I smiled up at him. I knew I had another half hour of cleaning up to do, but I was so ready to be done.
“I gotta run something by the club. Should be at the house by the time you guys get done.” He said low and close to my ear.
I nodded, still smiling up at him. He placed a light kiss on my cheek, then pulled back and looked deep into my eyes for a moment. I wasn’t sure what was going on. Did he change his mind? If so then why was he telling me he would be home? I started to panic. I didn’t know what to do. I wondered if I should open my mouth and tell him never mind about the whole thing. Before I could say anything, he was walking away. After the door closed behind him, I let out an unsatisfied sigh.
“You do know that like everyone knows there is something up with you two, right?” Chris said in an amused tone. I shot him a look of disdain. He held up his hands in surrender. “We’re all waiting for the moment when you both to get your heads out of your asses.”
“It’s not like that.” I shrugged.
In truth, I didn’t know what it was. I honestly didn’t know the first thing to say about it. Hell, I didn’t even know how Nate felt about me. I got that he liked some things about me. And there were a lot of things I liked about him. But for the most part, I felt like we pissed each other off more than anything.
“You’re good for him,” he said, turning serious. “And that man right there,” he pointed through the door Nate walked out, “would walk through hell and back for you. It’s written all over his face every time he looks at you. Which, in my book, makes him the best damn thing for you.”
“You sound like Nan.” I gave him a playful eye roll.
“Smart woman.”
“If we are for meant for each other, now is not that time,” I said with a little sigh.
“You know he isn’t getting any younger,” he said with a pointed look. I laughed and hit him on the shoulder.
“Oh, I’ll be sure to tell him you said that.” I winked.
“No, no. Please don’t. I’m pretty fond of my nuts.” He cupped a protective hand over his junk. “I got this. You get on to where you are going.” He winked at me and I knew there was no denying what was about to happen. I gave him a quick hug and darted off. We had done most of the clean-up, so I didn’t feel all that bad leaving.
I pulled up into Nan’s driveway and saw Nate walking over like he was waiting for me. He opened my car door and I got out. The air was hot and sticky. There was a slight warm breeze that rustled the leaves in the trees around us, filling the silence of the night.
“Scared I was going to run inside and leave you hanging?” I asked in a playful tone.
“Yes.” His tone was serious. I blinked up at him a little shocked. “You can go if you want to.” He almost had this shy boyish charm going on. Like he wasn’t sure about how I felt, but he wanted me to stay.
“There were unsaid promises… I’m not letting you get out of it that easy.” I saw his lip twitch, he wanted to smile, and I knew it. Before he could say anything else, I grabbed his shirt and pulled him in for a kiss. “So, unless you want to get naked right here and give the whole neighborhood a show, I suggest you take me inside right now.”
He growled and grabbed my hand. We darted across the yard and up the stairs to his porch. He pushed open the door and yanked me inside before pushing it shut. My back hit the door and then he was on me. He kissed me with such force I felt like my lips were bruised. I wrapped my hands around his neck and kissed him back with equal passion.