Arranged love

“Fuck, you’re so wet, baby,” Bones growls. “I should gag you more often.” He grips my hair with his free hand and yanks my head back, making me look up at the white ceiling tiles. I can’t see Titan anymore, but I can feel his eyes on us. Watching. Wanting. A part of me wishes he would touch me. Suck on my hard nipples. I still have on my bra and shirt. When Bones is in a mood like this, nothing else matters but a quickie. Hard and fast to get both of us off. No foreplay. No extra attention.

And right now, I sure do want to play. With both of them. A bigger part wishes Titan’s cock was in my mouth instead of my thong.

That sensation building takes over me, and I scream into the gag as heat rushes up my back. Bones lets go of me. My shaky knees give way, and I fall to them on the tile floor. Then he’s shoving his fingers in my mouth and removes the gag. I take in a deep breath, but that’s all he allows me before it’s replaced with his cock. I can taste myself on him. His hands grip my hair, and he doesn’t slow his pace. He fucks my mouth just as he did my pussy. His grunts and the sounds of me sucking fill the room like music booming through speakers. Then I feel him. His body tensing, he pushes farther down my throat and tears run down my face. I accept him, knowing he needs it. I need it. And I want to show Titan how good I am. If he’s even still here. All I can see is a blurry vison of Bones looking down at me as he holds my head by my hair. He pushes into me one last time, and cum fills the back of my throat. When he finally steps away, I fall forward on my hands, gasping for air. Cum drips from the corners of my lips, and I lick it off.

I hear Bones zip up his pants, and then he kneels before me, “I’ve got practice tonight, but I’ll be over afterward. Leave your window unlocked and be naked.” He kisses me, stands, and leaves.

My head is bowed while on my hands and knees in the boys locker room, and I look up when I hear the sink turn on. I thought Bones had left … My eyes lock on Titan’s in the mirror. He’s washing his hands. I want to be embarrassed, but I can’t. The rush of knowing he was watching turned me on. I even wanted him to join.

Without breaking eye contact, I get to my shaky legs. He throws the paper towel in the trash and turns to face me.

I’m breathing heavy, and my face is wet from tears running down my cheeks. He takes a step toward me and just stands there. When he sees that I don’t stop him, he takes three more, closing the distance between us. I pant, but he’s no longer breathing heavy like he was when I watched him earlier. He reaches out, grabs a lock of my tangled hair, and twists it around his fingers. He licks his lips.

“Titan …” I whisper, thinking he’s gonna kiss me. I’m standing in front of him naked from the waist down. Not one bit ashamed or embarrassed.

Instead, he leans forward, placing his lips to my ear. His large body pressing into my shaking one. “You looked good on your knees, Em. It suited you.” He pulls away, standing up to his full height. He reaches up running a finger over my wet lips. “Anytime you need a reminder where you belong, let me know. I’ll be more than happy to help you out.” Then he turns and walks out.

Opening my eyes, I see the side door in his office softly shut. One look over where Jasmine was standing shows me that she has left me and Titan. And she just became a Queen. It’s all up to me now. I have to swallow my pride and do what must be done. And I already hate how much I’m going to enjoy it.

TITAN

“WHY ARE YOU here, Em?” I ask, walking over to the minibar to pour her a drink. Vodka straight up. I hold it out to her, but she doesn’t take it.

Good girl.

That was a test, and she passed.NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

“I want to be a Queen.”

I laugh, and her eyes narrow on me. I should ask her how she found out, but that would be pointless. I can connect the dots. Shana and Jasmine are friends.

“Okay,” I’ll indulge her. “Then why are you still dressed?” She just stares at me. “That’s what I thought.” I walk back over to my desk. “I assume you can see yourself out?” I sit down in my chair, but she still stands there. “I don’t have time …”

“I want to be a Queen,” she repeats, lifting her chin.

“No, you don’t.” I gesture to the door with my chin. “Get out, I have shit to do.”

She reaches down and grabs the hem of her shirt and pulls it up and over her head. Her blue eyes stay on mine as she unzips her jeans and shimmies them down her legs before stepping out of them.

I shift in my seat. “Em …?”

“Isn’t this what you want?” she asks, interrupting me.

I swallow but don’t disagree with her. She knows what I want, or I wouldn’t have taken her phone and demanded she fall to her knees to get it back.

She slowly walks around my desk and places her hands on my knees. She pushes my chair back to allow her access to stand between my desk and me. Reaching behind her, she undoes her bra, and it falls to my feet.

“This is what you want, right? Me? On my knees?” She drops before me, and I sit up straighter. Her hands reach for my belt, and I don’t stop her as she undoes it.

My heart picks up, and my cock hardens, but I keep my eyes on hers.

“I can use people too, Titan,” she states, licking her pretty pink lips. “I know what must be done to get what I want? Do you?”

Reaching out, I grip her dark hair in my hands. “What does that mean?”

Her lips part, and she sucks in a breath.

I lean forward, placing my face right in front of hers. “What in the fuck did you mean by that, Em?”

“It means we both want something.” Her hands run down my thighs. “Or do you no longer want me?” she asks. “I remember a time when you did. You could have had me, you know? I was just playing hard to get. And you chickened out.”

“New Kings” by Sleeping Wolf plays while I sit on the couch at the frat house. I decided to go out tonight. Grave and Cross wanted to hit up a strip club, and Bones had other plans. He didn’t fill me in, and I didn’t ask. I figured he had plans to fuck Emilee. But that obviously wasn’t it when I see her walk through the front door.

I’m not surprised when I spot Jasmine by her side. She immediately pulls Em through the living room and into the kitchen.

I tip my beer back and realize I’m empty. Getting up, I make my way into the kitchen as well. I watch Jasmine make two shots. She hands one to Emilee, but she shakes her head, refusing it.

Jasmine rolls her eyes and tosses them back one after the other. Before she can even set the second empty shot glass down, Trenton walks through the kitchen, and she follows him out of the room to what I can only guess is a bedroom upstairs.

I throw my beer bottle away and walk over to the kitchen island. “What are you doing here?” I ask her.

She jumps back and pushes her dark hair behind her ear. “Jasmine talked me into coming out.”

I nod and pop the top off my new beer. “I see.” I look her up and down. She wears a pair of black jeans and an ocean blue sweater. Her hair is down, and she doesn’t have much makeup on. It’s like she tried to downplay her look, knowing she was coming to a frat party. Emilee isn’t one of those girls who likes to be seen. She prefers to stay in the shadows, but I’ve always noticed her.

I grab a bottle of maple Crown and pour two shots. “Have a drink. You look like you need it.” I slide it across the island.

She takes it but doesn’t look me in the eye. She’s been avoiding me ever since I saw her and Bones in the boys’ locker room a few weeks ago. She can try to avoid me all she wants, but we both know she liked me watching. That it turned her on.

She throws back the shot and hisses in a breath. “Thanks.”

I walk around the island and approach her, testing the waters. She bows her head and shuffles her feet. Reaching up, I push her hair behind her ear. Her head shoots up, and her blue eyes meet mine. “Titan …” she whispers.

I push my body into hers, pinning her back into the countertop. My hands go to her hips, and I lower my face to her neck. I inhale her scent. She smells like strawberries and cream.

“I can’t get you on your knees out of my head,” I admit shamelessly. “Do you think about it too, Em?”

Her chest rises and falls quickly while her fingers dig into my jeans.

“Tell me that you wanted me, too.”

“Bones …”

“Bones knew I was in there,” I admit. “He knows how much I hate you. And that I want to fuck you. Why should he get all the fun?”

She slams her fists into my chest, pushing me back a step. Her eyes narrow up at me. “Go to hell, Titan.”

“You were wet. Because of me,” I add, keeping her in place. “You put on a show for me.” Her body begins to tremble against mine. “Tell me, Em. You wanted me to join the two of you.”

Those hard, blue eyes soften, and her hands wrap around my waist, pulling me closer into her. “You didn’t make a move,” she whispers before licking her lips.

“I enjoyed watching you,” I admit. “I jacked off to you and him.” She saw me. She knows what I did. But I want her to know that I know she wanted me as much as I wanted her. I’m not ashamed of what I did. “I want a turn.”

And just like that, she’s changed her mind. She shoves me away from her, and I step back, allowing her to take in the scene. To let everything I just told her sink in. She turns and runs out of the kitchen.

I follow her, grab her upper arm, and pull her through a door that just happens to be a bedroom.

“Titan, I can’t,” she whispers as I close the door behind me. I spin her around, pinning her back to it.

“Can’t or won’t?” I ask, cupping her cheek.

The lights are off, so it’s pitch black in here, but I can hear her heavy breathing. I can feel her heart pounding against my chest. Mine does the same, and I’m hard as a rock. It presses painfully against the inside of my jeans. I know she can feel it.

“I hate you,” I say, lowering my lips to hers. She sucks in a breath. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to fuck you, Em.”

“Why do you hate me?” she asks, the question breathless, and I can smell the maple on her breath.

I lower my lips to her neck and feel her pulse race as I gently kiss her soft skin. “Because you won’t give me what I want.”

She goes silent, but I don’t pull away. It’s her move. I’ll gladly get on my knees for her. All she has to do is give the order because as much as I hate her, I want her even more.

Her hands slide up my chest and wrap around my neck, and then she’s pulling me forward. My lips touch hers, and my hand slides from her face into her hair. I grip it between my fingers, and she gasps into my mouth. Her kiss grows frantic and so do her hands.

This is it. I’m finally going to get what I want. And I don’t even care that she’ll go to Bones later. I just want a taste.