Exclusively Yours (Joe & Ella Book 2) Page 16

  “I love it when you do that to me…it feels so good baby.”

  He grabbed my hair now and set the pace to the rhythm he wanted. I kept sucking, swirling my tongue and drawing out the pleasure just for him. One hand braced at the bottom of his cock to guide him in and out, around and around. My other hand lightly stroking his balls then tickling and apply pressure to the area behind. I loved having this power over him. My hair splayed out over his legs adding extra tickles and the feel of my chin as it hit his balls made him push up into me harder.

  ​“I’m close... fuck” He whispered as he started to speed up the pace, and fuck my face harder. I could feel him pulsing so I grabbed his hips to steady myself and brace myself to keep the fast pace he’d set. He shouted louder “Fuck Ella.” and I felt the warm liquid spurting into the back of my throat, his cock throbbing and his body shaking as he emptied everything he had down my throat. He looked right into my eyes as he came and I kept my eyes on him as I sucked and moaned then slowly pulled back to nibble and lick the now over sensitive tip over and over again. Using my mouth to show him how much I cherished and adored him.

  ​“I wish I could take you to work with me every day so I could hide you under my desk and get you to do that to me whenever I want.” He smiled.

  ​“I’ll do it every day, whenever and wherever you want me ace.” I purred.

  ​“Limo rides with you are the best.” He said flashing an evil grin and zipping himself back up.

  ​We pulled up to an old gothic looking building with a red carpet leading to the entrance, and flocks of people gathered round. Some were photographers and others had probably stopped in their tracks to see what all the fuss was about, before they headed off for their own night of fun. Lights from the camera flashes and to the side of the steps leading to the entrance hall guided the way. Sam opened our door as Joe climbed out of the limo gracefully then held his hand out for me. I was terrified I’d tumble out or put a foot wrong and look a complete klutz. I wasn’t the most coordinated girl in the world. In fact I was usually the exact opposite. I shuffled my legs to the side to lean them out of the car and managed to climb out without incident, and no cheeky flashing to the cameras either. I kept my head bowed as we walked to the door. I hated being on show like this. Joe strode with purpose and authority though, despite what he had said about hating the crowds and fuss. He was a master at hiding his discomfort right now. I noticed women in the crowd outside and at the door, stare at him a little longer than I liked. Some of them looked at me with contempt, I had no idea what their problem was so I just brushed it off as we glided into the main building.

  ​Wow, this building took decadence to a whole new level. Chandeliers glittered above our heads, the walls adorned with oak panelling, golden adornments and cream marble decorations. Waiters and waitresses dressed smartly in black and white uniforms glided around carrying trays of champagne and canopies. I felt so out of my depth. I didn’t know how to behave in a place as grand as this. It all screamed money and lots of it.

  ​Joe led us to a side bar and ordered me a glass of my favourite wine and a whiskey for himself. I took a deep breath and looked around the room. The average age of the men here was about fifty plus. Many of them smiling over at me and Joe. The women were a lot younger though and a hell of a lot less friendly. I imagined you could have filled a swimming pool with the amount of Botox on show. Their faces were tight, with zero wrinkles or expressions. Their lips looked bloated and fake. I probably stood out as being fresh faced in comparison to most of them. I liked to enhance what I had as much as the next girl, but these women had taken it to a whole new level.

  ​“I bet a plastic surgeon would make a killing here tonight.” I joked.

  ​“They’re all the fake, the lot of them. Fake tits, lips, hair, faces, even their personalities are fake. Now you know why I hate it at these things. All of them are out for what they can get from you. Stay close to me tonight, okay.”

  ​“Okay.” I had no intention of straying off on my own anyway. I didn’t know anybody here and it didn’t look like the kind of place you’d make friends easily.

  ​As we walked through the crowd, I noticed women staring me down and giving me dirty looks. Were they jealous of me? That I was here with Joe? Or was it that I was probably younger than them? I couldn’t second guess, so I just turned away from them and held my head high.

  ​“Arthur.” Joe said holding his hand out to an older man with grey hair and a well-trimmed grey beard in a similar tuxedo to Joe’s. “Good to see you again. How is business?”

  ​“All good Joe, all good.” He said shaking Joe’s hand warmly and patting him on the shoulder. “And who is this angel on your arm tonight?” He beamed over at me with the most genuine smile I’d seen so far.

  ​“This is my fiancée Ella Reid, Ella this is Arthur Roberts an old friend of mine.”

  ​Arthur took my hand and kissed the back of it like an old school gent and made me blush. A grey haired lady dressed in an emerald green full length beaded dress came up beside us and leaned over to give Joe a peck on the cheek before hooking her arm through Arthur’s and smiling over at me. “Hello dear I’m Wendy, Arthur’s wife.” She seemed really warm and friendly and reminded me a little of my Nanna.

  ​“I’m Ella.” I said as she grabbed me in a hug.

  ​“Don’t let the vultures scare you off tonight. They can be vicious but I’m sure you are strong enough to put them down. You have that fire in your eyes. You’ll need that you know.” She looked me in the eye with some type of silent message. I’d have to get this woman on her own at some point, I was sure she had information I would need to survive in this kind of gathering. She looked worldly wise and I bet she was a strong ally to have in company like this.

  ​“I wanted to ask you about a new business venture I’m looking into, but I don’t want to bore the ladies here. Can I borrow you for five minutes?” Arthur asked Joe.

  ​Joe turned to me with concern in his eyes.

  ​“I’ll be okay you go.” I said confidently. I’d get my audience with Wendy earlier than I thought. Joe nodded and straightened his jacket as he walked away to a quiet corner to talk business with Arthur.

  ​“Do you mind if I get a soft drink?” I asked Wendy, “Only I want to keep my wits about me tonight.”

  ​“Of course dear, that’s probably a good idea.”

  ​I ordered an orange juice that I could pass off as a vodka and orange if Joe asked and turned to Wendy. She was glancing round the room at the guests, then she leaned over to me and whispered in my ear.

  ​“Whatever you hear tonight remember he brought you here. He’s making a statement my dear. The piranhas will want to snap at your toes but don’t let them hurt you okay.” Great so now she was talking in riddles.

  ​“Erm…okay, I’ll keep my feet well covered.” I joked.

  ​“How long have you been together?”

  ​“Not long, a few months maybe.” She smiled at my response.

  ​“He’s awfully smitten with you isn’t he.” She nodded over to where Joe and Arthur were chatting, Joe’s eyes were on me. “He hasn’t taken his eyes off you since he walked away. Is he always this protective of you?”

  ​“Yes.” I looked down at my feet then up at her as she gave me a sympathetic look.

  ​“Don’t let him control you completely dear. The key is to make him think he has control. But you and I both know it’s us females that keep the world spinning, wouldn’t you agree? Men like ours need to be tamed in that special way, so they don’t even notice it’s happening.” I liked Wendy she was a straight talker. I could imagine her having a blast with my Nanna.

  ​“How long have you been married to Arthur?”

  ​“Thirty seven years for my sins. He was a handsome man like your Joe in his day. I had the same things to deal with back then that you have here today, the predatory women. It gets easier though. I promise.”

  ​I glanced round the room a
gain and noticed furtive stares and glances my way. A ripple of unease swirled around me. I held my stomach and sipped my orange juice to hide my nerves.

  ​“How many weeks?” Wendy whispered to me again.

  ​“Sorry?”

  ​“How many weeks gone are you? Can’t be many because you aren’t showing yet but I can see it in your face.” Oh my God was she a psychic as well?

  ​“About seven,” I stuttered, “but I haven’t told anyone yet, not even Joe.” I prayed she’d keep my secret tonight. As lovely as she seemed, I still didn’t know how trustworthy she was.

  ​“I won’t breathe a word my dear, it’s not my news to share, but just know I am very happy for you both.”

  ​Just then Joe appeared at my side and slipped his arm around my waist. He hadn’t heard us thank goodness.

  ​We excused ourselves from Wendy and Arthur’s company and walked further into the hall. Towards the back of the room I could see another hall set out with large round tables decorated with blue and purple flower arrangements ready for a dinner. The high backed golden chairs were decorated with blue and purple sashes. A large stage ran along the back of the hall, and beautiful standing flower arrangements to match those on the tables stood on either side.

  ​Damn I was glad I wasn’t Joe right now, the prospect of going up onto that stage to accept an award and give a speech filled me with dread. I’d have tripped up the steps or fallen off the stage no doubt. I could just imagine all the bitches’ smug faces when they saw me make an ass of myself!

  ​“Let’s go and find out where we’re seated.” Joe said leading me to the other hall. “We might want to play around with the place settings. There’s people here I would not want to be stuck next to for dinner.” A fast food joint with plastic chairs was more appealing to me right now. I’d have fitted in better too.

  ​He led me through the tables until he found ours, right next to the stage. Great, no escaping the lime light tonight. As he read the names which meant absolutely nothing to me a dark haired woman came sauntering over towards us. She had shoulder length hair held back on one side with a crystal encrusted hair pin. She was slim and tall, taller than me but that wasn’t hard as most people I met were taller than me. Her face, although attractive had a hard edge to it, her lips harsh, thin and painted red, her high cheek bones holding too much blusher and her eyes had a sharp untrustworthy look in them. She wore a tight fitting red dress that struggled to hold her fake boobs in. I didn’t know her but I hated her already.

  ​“Joe darling, it’s been too long since we’ve seen you at one of these. How are you?” She totally ignored me and reached forward to kiss Joe on each cheek. He looked awkward and on edge as if he was unsure what to expect from her.

  ​“Millie, good to see you as always.”

  ​“Isn’t it.” Oh my word this woman thought way too much of herself.

  ​Joe pulled me close to him now and looked down at me apologetically.

  ​“This is my fiancée Ella.” He didn’t give her my last name, like he had to Arthur and he didn’t tell me who this Millie witch was either.

  ​I held my hand out to shake hers but she ignored me and put her nose in the air.

  ​“Fiancée Joe? You kept that one quiet didn’t you?”

  ​“No, but then you’d be the last person I’d ring to tell anything to Millie.” I loved Joe’s rudeness at this moment. Millie just laughed though.

  ​“Oh Joe, you do know how to break hearts don’t you. Best not parade her around too much you might cause some trouble tonight.” She shook her head in mock disgust with a stupid evil grin on her face and walked back to the other room, over swaying her hips in a ridiculous way as she went. Did she honestly think that looked in any way attractive?

  ​“Ignore her she’s a trouble maker.” He said walking us back into the main room. “Whatever she says tonight just remember she likes to cause drama, stay away from her.”

  ​“Okay.” I eyed him warily. I had absolutely zero intention of going anywhere near her anyway. I’d rather socialise with a swamp full of crocodiles or play catch with a wasps nest than spend a minute in her toxic company.

  “I had no idea I was walking into the lion’s den tonight. Is there anything else I should be aware of, or anyone else for that matter?”

  ​“Just stay with me, you’ll be fine. You look beyond beautiful tonight by the way.” He kissed me on the lips and lingered there smiling down at me, his grey sparkly eyes twinkling and staring deep into my blues.

  ​“I love you, did you know that?” I said kissing him back.

  ​“I was hoping.”

  ​I ran my hand down the front of his suit feeling those heavenly muscles beneath and reminded myself that I was branded on his heart and our little love bug was growing in my belly. Nothing any of these bitches did tonight could change that.

  ​After a while we were all called to take our seats at the round tables in the next room and the waiting staff started weaving around us serving the first course and bringing drinks round, no one was allowed to have an empty glass, the staff were so attentive. We were lucky enough to have Wendy and Arthur at our table, along with another couple called Bruce and his much, much younger partner Chloe. I had no idea if they were married but he looked old enough to be her grandfather. So obviously he was loaded. She looked over at Joe like she wanted to leap across the table and tear his clothes off. I’d probably be the same if I was shacked up with old ‘pops’ sat next to her.

  ​Joe took my hand and held it lacing his fingers through mine and rubbing his thumb over mine under the table as the conversation flowed around us, discussing share prices, business dealings and who had gone under that week. I switched off, it was all boring pointless stuff to me. I was more interested in discussing reality TV, celebrities and fashion. Not that I would label myself a girlie girl, but that’s what I was.

  ​Once the main meal had been served and eaten I excused myself from the table for the lavatory to freshen up. Joe didn’t seem to want to let me go.

  ​“Will you be okay, do you want me to come?” His face was full of concern and he got up to leave the table too.

  ​“I’ll be fine champ, stay there, and sit down. I’m a big girl now you know.”

  I bent down to kiss him, then turned to make my way towards where I thought the ladies room would be and all heads turned to follow me as I walked out. ‘Embarrassing much?’ I thought to myself as I worked exceedingly hard at concentrating on walking through the tables and not stumbling over a wayward chair or someone’s outstretched leg. This pretentious bunch had zero manners, hadn’t they been taught that it was rude to stare?

  I saw the sign for the ladies room and made my way through the grand oak doors pushing my way into the sink and pamper area. An older lady stood with perfumes and other various lotions and potions ready to cater to these spoilt rich bitches’ every whim. I smiled at her kindly, that job must be thankless I thought. I popped into the end cubicle, lowered the lid of the toilet and sat down to gather my jumbled thoughts. This whole evening had been particularly confusing and surreal. I felt like I’d entered a different dimension where everyone was out to get me, or there was some secret conspiracy.

  I heard a door open and a cackle of laughter rang out echoing off the walls.

  “I can’t believe he turned up with someone. Doesn’t show for months then brings her. Bloody cheek of it.”

  “I think she’s really pretty, what do you think Lexy?”

  “I think she’s spoilt all our fun tonight, that’s what I think!”

  The gaggle of women started cackling again and a sick feeling came over me. Were they talking about me?

  “So Vicky, have you had the famous Joe experience at one of these events?”

  Oh God it was about us, I started shaking uncontrollably but couldn’t move myself from the spot.

  “About a year ago he took me back to a hotel, he was the best fuck I’ve ever had. Seriously he was like a fuc
king animal…all…night…long. I thought I wouldn’t be able to walk again the next morning, I was literally fucked to death and I bloody loved it!”

  “God Vic you have the filthiest mouth, but do tell us more.”

  ‘No Vic please don’t’ I begged.

  “That man is insatiable! He knows what he’s doing in the bedroom, well in any room really.”

  “Oh I know, he doesn’t need a bedroom or a bed for that matter!” Another female voice piped up, “He did me in that end cubicle over there the last time we were here. That was a night I’ll never forget. The best bloody orgasms any guy has ever given me!”

  I glanced around the cubicle I was currently sat in, images of Joe and some woman up against the door making me feel dirty and disgusted. I wasn’t sure how much more I could listen to. I slumped into a ball on the seat and held my head in my hands to try and block out the torture coming from outside.

  “He fucked me up against a tree in Hanley Park last time they had their charity ball, you know the one with the huge marquee that’s always decked out like a Greek temple. Totally ruined my little Gucci number that night, but I couldn’t give a damn, it was so worth it.”

  “Do you think she’ll be joining us in our Joe appreciation society soon, you know when he moves onto the next one?”

  “Millie said they’re engaged. She must have a magic pussy or something, I always assumed he didn’t do anything more than one night stands.”

  “I know. What I wouldn’t give for another night with him.”

  “Me too!”

  “And me.”

  “Tell me about it.”

  “Who wouldn’t want another ride on that?”

  Was this really the father of my baby they were all talking about and swapping notes on? I felt something wet on my hand and realised I was properly crying now, big fat silent tears rolling down my cheeks and splashing onto my lap. They were worse than men, swapping stories about him like he was an object. Why did he have to be such a slut before I met him? I wasn’t sure who I hated more at that point, him for being a man-whore or them for using him.