Best Friends' Reckless Cravings

8. Take Those Damn Clothes Off

"What do you mean by that?" Lena raged on the phone at Glinda, or Godmother, Zen's director.

"Exactly what you saw in the email. You know the rule, babes."

"Yes I do, and I didn't break any."

"Stop lying, Lena. An exclusive member said you secretly contacted him and offered your body in exchange for money. First you used private records of members, making Zen look like we don't respect privacy, then you broke the no monetary exchange rule. I don't want to see you there again." She hung up before Lena could argue.

Lena knew she hadn't broken any rules. She'd never met with any VIP outside Zen premises.

Was Theo behind this?

She ran her hand through her hair, feeling burned out already. She took a deep breath, preparing for the confrontation she was about to have today.

Then she marched into headquarters.

At the top floor, Megan tried to stop her from entering Alex's office. Even though Megan was older, Lena was stronger, and she pushed her aside without apology.

Alex's office was empty. No jacket in sight, his computer cold when she touched it.

He didn't come to work today.

Maybe because he knew she'd barge in demanding answers.

Lena scoffed. Even if he decided to hide in hell, she'd find him.

She arrived at his penthouse an hour later and let herself in with his passcode. All the lights were off.

"Alex!" she screamed into the dimness. "Get your coward ass out here!"

Using her phone's flashlight, she found the light switch. With a click, the foyer illuminated.

She gasped.

The floor was dusted with rose petals, forming a trail that led into the great room. Her eyes widened as she followed it with her phone's flashlight. It led past the great room, up the stairs, and stopped right at a door. Alex's room.

Her heartbeat picked up at the possibilities waiting behind that door.

"Were these flowers even for me?"

It could be Alex's surprise for Nancy to celebrate their engagement. Lena steeled herself and opened the door, thinking how she'd die if she walked in on Alex balls deep in Nancy.

"I've been waiting for you baby," came Alex's deep voice.

Deep red lights washed over the room. Alex sat at the center of the bed, a white robe loose on his shoulders, resting his back against the headboard as if he'd been there for hours.

"Don't turn on the lights."

The door shut behind her. Her phone's flashlight dimmed to black, leaving only the soft red glow wrapping around his body. She could barely make out his face, but she felt his eyes, that stare that always made her want to grab him.

"Just come forward."

The way he uttered that command made her throat go dry. Every nerve buzzed to life. She took a slow step, then another, until she was at the edge of the bed.

"Take off your clothes and come help me untie my belt."

Lena clenched her fists. "So you'd take advantage of my desire for you and then fire me afterwards? Oh wait, you fired me already. Maybe you'll buy my building and kick me out. I demand an explanation, Mr. Alex."

"And you won't get one if you don't take those damn clothes off, kitten."

Fuck.

She'd always wanted him to call her that. She should turn on the lights and get her answers before giving in to desire, but she was clearly insane about Alex. Her hand moved to the waistline of her skirt instead. In no time, she was in just her bra and panties, crawling toward the straining bulge underneath his robe.

"I'm angry at you, Alex." She rested her head between his legs, just at the hem of his robe. She advanced further underneath his robe till her nose pressed to his pelvis, breathing him in. His musky scent floods her senses, making her cunt clench around nothing.

"Good. Now pour out your anger on my cock." He stroked her head through the fabric of his robe, sending a ripple through her.

Her mouth watered as she traced his length with her tongue. He was so thick and hard, feeling like a rocket about to blow.

She wished she could see it properly, every vein and ridge, but the red light hid all but the silhouette. Her tongue reached the swollen head, lapping up his essence.

Alex gripped her hair, guiding her movements. "That's it, kitten. Take it all. You're such a dirty girl for me, aren't you?"

His words spurred Lena on, and she took him in, inch by inch, until he hit the back of her throat.

She set a hungry pace as she deep-throated him like the starving woman she was.

"Lena..." he breathed her name, hand tightening in her hair.

Lena hollowed her cheeks, sucking hard, determination in every drag of her lips along his veiny shaft. Her tongue undulated along the underside, tracing the ridges and bulges, committing every inch to memory.

"Mmmphh... fuckin' Mmmphh..." She moaned around him, the vibrations traveling up his length. Drool leaked from the corners of her stretched lips, coating his balls.

She moved to his balls for a second, nuzzling into them, lapping at his skin before plunging back down, swallowing around his c**k head.

Her fingers pumped what little of his shaft wasn't buried in her gullet, twisting and squeezing.

Her thighs squeezed together, rubbing her aching c**t through her soaked panties. The room filled with the filthy sounds of slurping, gagging, and moaning.

"Gonna... fuck... gonna... f**k that mouth..." His hips bucked upwards in little thrusts, and Lena felt it becoming larger and tighter in her mouth.

She looked up at him with defiant, lust-hazed eyes and deepthroated him one more time, but Alex guided her head back up to the head.

Lena realized; he wanted the most attention there. So she did just that. Her jaw ached, but she didn't relent, until the twitching in her mouth started.

She slipped it out just as the first spurt came and pushed up the robe, letting the next rope land on her face. It was hot and thick, coating her cheeks, her lips, her forehead.

When Lena thought he was done, more spurted out.

She chuckled. "That's quite the load you had there. I would have choked on it."

"Well..." he only groaned, satiated and body shuddering.

Lena leaned down again, showering kisses on the underside of his softening c**k.

Then... she squeezed it hard enough to hurt, her nails digging into his shaft.

"Lena!" Alex protested in pain.

"First you fire me, then you ask me to suck your c**k," she hissed. Her face dripped with his seed as she spoke. "Give me one reason why I shouldn't burst this right now."

He struggled in her grip, trying to pry her hand away. "f**k, Lena. Okay, okay. Just let go."

She eased her hold but didn't release completely.

"Start talking, Alex."

He took a deep breath. "Nancy and I broke up, and she's moved out of the country already."

That couldn't be. He'd made their engagement public this morning.

"That was my dad's move," he said, as if sensing her thoughts. "Nancy's family doesn't want our alliance to end, and neither does my dad, so..."

"And what about Nancy? How did she take it?"

"Doesn't matter, as long as it doesn't stop you from being mine for the next sixty days."

"Huh?"

"That's right, baby. Just our bodies, doing whatever we want before I leave America in sixty days."

"What?!" Lena's hand released him. "f**k no!”