Never in a million years would Ridge have guessed that when Talaya said she was ready to go, it was because she had another place she’d rather be with him. And make no mistake, he wasn’t complaining when just a little over an hour later Dino drove one of Ridge’s SUVs around a narrow driveway and parked a few feet away from a sand-colored door. Sage had pulled in right behind them in the second truck and made it to the back driver’s side door of the truck Ridge and Talaya were in; before Ridge had a chance to ask Talaya if she was certain this was where she wanted to be tonight.
At Sage’s knock on the window, however, he did turn to look across the seat to where Talaya was sitting close to the passenger side door. She’d been posted there since they’d left the venue and Dino had opened the door to help her inside. Her gaze had remained fixed out the window and Ridge had left her alone because he figured she had just as much running through her mind as he did at the time. Now, he knew he needed to say something, to gauge what she was feeling and if they were only going to compound the tension now filling the space between them by going into this building and doing whatever they intended to do here.
“Let’s go,” Talaya said abruptly.
Dino had already exited the truck and opened her door seconds after she tapped on the window. So, Ridge reached for his door handle, but most likely because she’d heard Dino opening the opposite door, Sage was already pulling it open. He stepped out and met Talaya as soon as Dino brought her around to his side of the truck. When she acted as if she were going to walk right past him and up to the door, he reached out a hand to grab her arm.
“Whoa,” he said. “Wait a minute, baby. Are you sure this is where you want to be right now? We can go home and talk about this some more if you want.”
In those sinfully sexy heels she wore, Talaya was almost eye-to-eye with him, so she barely had to tilt her head up to stare at him. “This is where I want to be.” Then she eased her arm from his loose grasp and started to walk away. “Are you coming?” she asked over her shoulder.
“Hell yeah,” he said and fell into step behind her.
At the door she opened her purse and pulled out the white keycard with The Corporation printed in a gold sans font on the front. It was one of the new partner cards that had been presented to them four months ago. The new membership cards were in both their names signifying that they were joined members and thus shared the private room that Ridge had once held alone. This gave them access to a shared preference list that they’d taken a week to specially curate to the new desires that had come from being there with a person they wanted above all others in that environment.
It had seemed odd at first, sharing this very intimate space with her and reciting to her all the kinks he’d experienced beyond these walls. To his surprise and unmitigated arousal, Talaya had decided she’d like to try some of the things he’d done with other women. It was part of her quest to learn all the things that satisfied him. But really, she’d managed to give him everything he needed and then some, before she’d ever stepped foot into the sex club.
He watched her insert her card into the key reader and when the barely noticeable box beeped, she reached for the door handle and opened it. Sage followed them inside as she always did. Dino would move the trucks down to park on the lot behind the building and wait for Sage’s call to announce they were coming out.
Talaya walked ahead of him, smiling at the receptionist as they entered the small waiting area and then moved on to the elevator that would take them to the second level where their private rooms were located. Once there, Talaya went into the room first. Ridge stopped at the doorway and looked back at Sage. “Tell Dino to keep an eye out for that bitch. I don’t trust her as far as I can throw her.”
Sage nodded. “Already on top of that,” she said. “We got this.”
Ridge held her gaze another moment and then said tightly. “Good.” Then he went into the room, locking the door behind him. Sage had a key now so if she needed to get inside to protect them from anything she could, but he knew she’d never use it unless she absolutely had to.
By the time Ridge made it through the outer room of their suite and walked further back to the space where there were now two leather chairs that faced the viewing window hidden behind a wall, Talaya had already removed her dress. She stood with one foot—fucking high ass heel shoes still on—propped on the arm of the chair. He was guessing she hadn’t worn a strapless bra beneath that dress, nevertheless her lovely breasts were bare now and the black strings of the barely-there thong she wore was pushed to the side as she dipped two fingers into her pussy.
“Shiiit,” he hissed. His breath came in choppy waves as his dick hardened instantly.
“Stay. Right. There.” She said slowly and reached her free hand up to grab her breast.
It was a command, delivered in a tone he’d taught her and she’d fucking mastered. In the months since he’d brought her to The Corporation for the first time, Talaya had been a fast learner and thoroughly dedicated to studying everything that pleased him. Tonight, she’d started with his first and probably favorite kink, voyeurism. While he’d watched probably hundreds of women by himself, it had only been in the times that they’d watched women and sometimes other couples, together, that his desire had been heightened to higher peaks. That his need for her grew to a point he thought might be obsession. Except with that obsession came a deeper love than he’d ever imagined possible.
She’d filled every one of the empty spaces in him while simultaneously empowering him to embrace who and what he was freely and completely. As he watched her now, he knew without a doubt that he’d done the same for her.
“Take it out,” she said, keeping her eyes focused on him.
His gaze had lowered to the two fingers moving in and out of her center. They were already damp with her essence, glistening as she eased them in, pumped her hand so that her palm slammed against her clit and then pulled them back out. He groaned as his hands went to the snap of his suit pants, releasing it with a jerky motion before he eased the zipper down. His dick was already hard, already waiting for him to reach into the slit of his boxer briefs and pull it free.
“Hmmmmm,” she moaned and he tore his attention away from her pussy long enough to see her swipe her tongue over her lips.
He wanted to do the same. To lick the lips that still held the tint of lipstick she’d worn earlier. To pull her bottom lip into his mouth and suck. Then release it to do the same to the top lip and then her tongue. He grabbed the base of his dick with another guttural moan, jerking and then easing his hand up far enough so that his thumb circled the sensitive tip. “Fuck!” He gasped and had to adjust his stance to keep himself still.
What he wanted almost as badly as he needed his next breath was to close the space between them and replace her fingers with his dick. To pound into her until they were both senseless with hunger and pleasure. He could honestly say that he’d had a lot of pussy in his lifetime, but Talaya’s…that was something he hadn’t even dreamed existed. The way she always gripped him so tight, how wet she stayed for him, how deeply she took him in. “Baby,” he moaned again as he continued to jerk his dick. “Shit, baby. Pinch that pretty nipple.”
She pulled her lower lip between her teeth and did as he said, her pale pink painted nails seeming ultra bright over her pecan-toned skin. She tweaked that nipple, until she let out a pleasure/pain hiss. Then she held on to it, shaking her breast until his mouth watered and he thought his eyes might cross.
“Let me see that sweetness,” he said, his voice gruff.
She eased her fingers out of her center once more, this time pulling them all the way free before spreading her lips wide and thrusting her hips forward for him to see. Then she began circling her clit, those pink nails almost blending into the pink of her pussy this time. She circled her hips in tandem with the movement of her fingers while her other hand continued to squeeze her breast.
“Ah, ah, ahhhhh,” she hissed and let her head fall back as bliss overtook her.
“Yeah, baby,” Ridge moaned and groaned as he jerked his dick to the rhythm she’d created with her hand. “Get it, baby.” He encouraged her, loving the way she looked when she came almost more than he loved coming himself.
When she moaned again, this time louder and longer, her fingers shaking over her clit, hips jutting forward as her thighs trembled, he knew she’d reached her peak and he had to hurriedly pull his hand from his dick to keep from reaching his own.
It was his turn to bite down on his bottom lip, to groan like a dying man and to flex his fingers at his side in search of control. He wanted to come, but at the same time, he didn’t. Not yet and certainly not with her standing all the way over there. “Get your pretty ass over here,” he growled.
She eased her fingers away from her center, moving her leg from the arm of the chair until she stood on both feet. Moving toward him, she lifted her damp fingers and placed one into her mouth.
“You gonna share?” he asked seconds before she stopped in front of him. With a slow smile she moved her hand to his face and he opened his mouth for her to slide her fingers inside.
Ridge licked each one, cleaning them and moaning at how delicious she tasted tonight and every time she’d allowed him the pleasure of having her on his lips. He moved a hand to the back of her head and wished like hell her hair was free instead of in that neat style Raphael had said would look great with that dress. Ridge hadn’t complained about how she’d looked when she’d been at the party, but now he wanted his Talaya back. He wanted her free in every way possible, to be exactly what he wanted in this moment.
He could’ve dismantled the hair style and sank his hands into the thick, soft tresses the way he loved to do, to use her hair to control the movements of her head when he needed to, but he didn’t. Instead, he moved his hand around until it covered her neck and he applied just enough pressure that she tilted her head back, gasping.
Taking advantage of her open mouth he thrust his tongue inside, initiating a sensual kiss that went deeper as she moaned. She brought one hand to the wrist of the hand at her throat while her other hand twisted in the lapel of the suit jacket he still wore. He moved his other hand to reach behind her and grip her ass, pushing her against his arousal until a groan sounded in the back of his throat. There was no scenario where he would get enough of her, no time limit, no moment when his body would be satiated, his mind free of the thoughts of her wellbeing, her happiness, her heart.
She returned his kiss fervently, moving her free hand between them to grip his dick. “Yesss, baby,” he whispered when he pulled his mouth away from hers. “Yesssss.”
As she gripped his erection he moved the hand from her neck to the top of her head, applying enough pressure so that she started to ease down his body until the tip of his dick rubbed over her cheek. “Take what you want,” he murmured. “Fuck! Take it all.”
And she did, first licking her tongue over his tip, then down the base of his dick until she found his balls. When she sucked them into her mouth he groaned again, “Dammit, Tee!” Then he was sucking in a breath as she came back up to the tip. “Stop playing and take this shit!”
Because he wasn’t sure how much longer he could last, how much more of the sweet torture he could take from her.
She didn’t plan to make him find out because in the next seconds she was easing him slowly into her mouth. One of his hands stayed planted on the top of her head while the other moved to her throat again and tilted her head back so he could slide his dick in deeper. And deeper until her widened eyes stared back up at him, tears forming in the corners as she braced her hands on his thighs. “Yeeeaaaahhhh, baby.” His moans grew louder as she held him so far in her throat she gagged and he pulled back to see his dick glistening with her saliva.
She took him again, deep and then eased back just enough so that he could begin fucking her mouth. “Oooohh,” he groaned, let his head fall back and cursed again. This was too good, her mouth was too hot, she was a fuckin’ pro at this and he hated to consider another man had assisted in her honing her talent. Choosing to believe it had all come at his tutelage he continued to stroke in and out of her mouth, loving the sound of her gagging when he went deep, spitting when he pulled out and starting all over again.
Ridge knew this wasn’t going to last long, no matter how much he tried to keep his mind straight, to focus on soccer, rugby, hell, he even tried wrapping his mind around that boring ass tennis. None of it mattered. There was only this blissful torture. Only the sounds of her taking his thick length, licking it, sucking it, cupping his now wet balls in her hands, and moments later his harsh groan before, “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” fell from his lips when sucked every ounce of life from him.