Making A Queen Ch. 05

She was in the room, however. Moving around and handing out water bottles, picking up this and that, passing documents around the table. She looked, as always, like a hot secretary and the big titty goth girl of your dreams had a baby. She moved around the room, and Jack had to fight off his smirk every time she 'accidentally' put her cleavage in Nick's face or brushed her ass against some stuffy lawyer's arm.

It gave Jack some kind of twisted masculine satisfaction that Nick couldn't look away from the alternative beauty, because he knew that Nick would never get to experience just how much fun Quinn could be. Maybe it was a pride thing, or just a massive fucking ego boost to have someone covet something that is yours... Either way, Jack had never enjoyed Quinn's teasing more.

That cluster fuck of a meeting finally came to a close with the declaration that the city of New York was going to honor the documents and property lines drawn up several decades earlier. Nick and his lackeys slinked off with their tails between their legs and Jake did a whole lot of handshaking and clapping people on the shoulders. His lawyers were pleased they'd pleased him, and the City officials seemed pretty happy about the idea of getting on Jack Stone's good side. One of them even invited him to play golf on Sunday.

After the parade of suits had left the conference room, Jack found himself alone with Melissa and Quinn, the two women walking around the table and picking up discarded water bottles and napkins. Quinn gave him a playful smirk while Melissa tossed her load into the waste paper basket and turned her complete attention onto Jack, who was buttoning his suit jacket after standing up from his chair.

"Well, that took a bit longer than we were hoping, but in the end, we got the result we wanted. Congratulations on one-upping Nick Williams again," Melissa said, her painted red lips curving into a satisfied smirk that reminded him of a cat who got the canary.

"Yeah, well, he's just a stubborn idiot who keeps fighting when he's clearly in the wrong," Jack replied, trying to sound dignified as he adjusts the tie at his neck and suppresses a shit-eating grin that wanted to rise to meet Melissa's.

"I lost a hundred bucks," Quinn said from across the room as she grabbed a half-empty bottle of water and tossed it into the garbage bin. "I was sure he was going to throw a tantrum and threaten to sue you."

"Of course he wasn't going to do that with all of those witnesses. Impartial as they are," Melissa said, a little gleam in her eyes.

"You two are incorrigible," Jack said, finding their unwavering belief in his superiority over Nick extremely satisfying. His gaze slid from the edgy goth girl to the immaculately dressed Melissa and knew without a single doubt in his mind that Nick was currently seething in complete and utter jealousy. Not only was he underneath Jack in the Forbes list, but he was also less attractive, less talented, and the douche wore way too much cologne.

"Yes, but you adore us," Quinn said, placing both of her hands on the table and leaning over it, giving Jack an amazing glimpse at the deep red bra she had on underneath her black button-up shirt and the cleavage it barely managed to contain within its lace cups. "We should do lunch. You know, to celebrate? We can go to your favorite Italian place."

Jack opened his mouth to decline the offer, figuring he'd spend his lunch hour in his office catching up on the hours of work that Nick had cost him by dragging out this deliberation with stupid argument after stupid argument, but he hesitated when Melissa hit him with her patented look. The one that clearly told Jack that he had to take care of himself more and work a little less. Instead of his refusal, Jack took a slow breath and let it out on a sigh. "Yeah, okay. Let's go to Antonio's."

"Really?" Quinn said, looking a little surprised, but extremely pleased by his response.

"You two have fun," Melissa said with a dismissive wave of her perfectly manicured fingers. "I have so much work to do. Grooming a predecessor is extremely vexing. And, once one is chosen, you'll need a new batch of caretakers so I've been preparing lists to make the first batch easier on the new me."

"And you say I work too much..." Jack said, half under his breath, which earned him a faux glare from the redheaded.

"Then, it's just us? Dope. No offense, but Melissa never lets me put my elbows on the table." Quinn said, grinning at both of them.

"You have the manners of an ill-kept teenage boy." Melissa sounded exasperated but amused as the words left her lips.

"Yeah, but that's why Jack likes me so much... Because I'm not afraid of breaking the rules or getting dirty." Quinn winked at him, her pierced tongue popping out of the corner of her lips. Jack wasn't sure why, but it made him laugh.

Melissa ushered them out, insisting that they had to go quick or they wouldn't have time to enjoy the meal. She'd even told him she would call ahead and secure a table just in case. Since everyone knew who Jack Stone was, dropping his name could guarantee a table anywhere he wanted.

Quinn had her arm looped through Jack's and was talking to him about the best spaghetti she'd ever eaten at some random hostel in Italy the summer after her senior year of high school as they stepped into the elevator and were watching the doors slide closed when a hand shot out and stopped them in their metal tracks.

The wrist had an obnoxiously large rollex on it. Quinn thought it screamed of a little dick complex, and as the doors slid open to reveal Nick Williams standing there, she grinned a little to herself because, hey, she'd been dead on the money. The dude waited for the doors to open enough for him to slip inside before he jammed his stubby finger into the door close button over and over again, like that would make them close any fucking faster.

Quinn looked over at Jack, the sour expression on his face made her want to lift her foot and Sparta kick Nick's bony ass right out of the elevator, hopefully, hard enough to leave an imprint of her Jimmy Chou's to remember her by. She did her best not to openly scowl at the dude, her gaze instead roaming to the numbers as they slowly started to descend the eighty story building.

Nick stepped to stand parallel with the pair of them, and Quinn could feel his gaze bore into them. She fought the urge to flip him off, trying to be impressively professional. Her motto was usually WWMD. What would Melissa do? The answer was that was always what she tried to go with, but Quinn wasn't nearly as saintly or proper as the Queen.

Jack's arm under her grip was tense, and Quinn could feel her resolve slipping as second by second passed. The final straw that broke the camel's back, was that little fucking snicker Nick had made under his breath. Quinn just couldn't stand there and take his attitude anymore. Her brain ran through several scenarios, one of which involved strangling him or forcing her whole foot right up his ass.

She turned and her gaze locked on his, Nick's pale, lackluster blue eyes met hers and he arched an eyebrow. Their gazes didn't hold for very long, because he couldn't help but to look down at the swell of Quinn's breasts peeking out from the several undone buttons on her shirt. The idea hit her, and she found herself smiling as she turned a little and pressed herself up against Jack's chest.

Jack gave Quinn a confused look as she plastered her body against the front of his, her hands sliding up his arms as she looked up at him with her heavily lined eyes, that spark of mischief in them making his eyebrow quirk in question. He was curious, the woman was hot, and all fucking trouble as she stared up at him, her lips rubbing together. She was kind of looking like she wanted to eat him, and for some fucking reason, his cock was starting to swell. Maybe it was the memory of her hand wrapped around his cock in that room full of people, and the brief, crazy, ego-fueled fantasy of her doing everything she could to get him off while all Nick could do is just stand there and be jealous.

Quinn made this little purring sound as she pressed her hips harder against his, his growing erection making her even more excited at the idea, which was so on the same page with Jack's little fantasy. She pressed her lips against his jaw, her fingers pushing between them and finding the metal belt buckle. With quick, nimble motions, she had the belt open and was tugging at the bindings of his pants. Jack bit back a sound of pure fucking arousal as he realized that his momentary fantasy was about to become a serious fucking reality.

He knew Quinn was a show-off and that she liked the attention, her exhibitionism wasn't exactly a secret, but he'd never imagined something like this would actually happen. He slid her hands over her ass, gripping and squeezing without a single fuck given to the fact that Nick was very seriously trying to avoid watching them. But, the elevator was a mirrored box. Wherever the other man looked was a reflection of Jack and Quinn.

Nick saw everything as Jack slid that skirt up over the thick curve of Quinn's bubble ass, revealing the silly little thong she had on, it's black lace lost between the thick curve of her ass cheeks. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her ass, squeezing the cheeks and then tugging them apart to give Nick a glimpse of what was hidden by her soft, pale flesh.11

Quinn had her fingers pushing into Jack's pants, shoving that material down enough so that his cock, hard and ready for her attention, could spring free. She eased back just a bit before dropping to her knees in front of him. Quinn was a big fan of putting on a show, Jack shouldn't have been surprised by the fact that it would manifest in this situation. She didn't just have Jack, she had an audience that she wanted to make ache in jealousy and desire for her.

When her lips touched his cock, Quinn wrapped her fist around it and started sucking at the thick head of him. The pure fucking enthusiasm as she slurped around the head of his cock was hot enough to drive any man crazy. She didn't mind that there was already a steady stream of saliva sliding down her chin, her lipstick smeared to absolute shit. She kept her gaze upward, locked on Jack's face as she sucked at him like her fucking life depended on it.

Nick mutters a curse under his breath, the sound of it lost amongst the soft den of elevator music and the wet, enthusiastic slurping noises coming from Quinn as she went to town on Jack. The man was fuming and uncomfortable and undeniably turned on as he watched the person he hated the most in the entire world get his cock worked over by one of the hottest chicks he'd ever seen.

Her grip firm on the base of Jack's cock, Quinn slides her lips off of him only to start stroking her fist up and down his slippery wet dick. She sticks out her tongue, rolling it against the head of him and letting that little silver ball catch the light as it rubs along that delicate ridge. The sight was tantalizing and Nick couldn't look the fuck away. He stared at the reflection in the mirrored wall, his cock starting to grow achingly hard inside his slacks.

Quinn rubs the head of his cock against her lips, smacking it wetly against her tongue, her heated gaze holding that hint of mischief as it stared up at Jack. He couldn't get over how fucking hot it was that she was willing to fall to her knees and suck his cock with that prick standing a few feet away... She wasn't just doing it because she knew that Jack would like it and that it would win her some brownie points towards her replacing Melissa, she was doing it because she was having fun. He wasn't sure if she was turned on or if she just enjoyed how dirty it was. Maybe it was just fucking with Nick that had her enjoying this. Jack didn't really care what it was, her motivation resulted in something that he would have never even asked one of the girls to do.

Quinn's hand suddenly left his cock and she was sucking his length between her lips, her head descending lower and lower until every solid inch of Jack's thick shaft was buried down her throat and her lips were pressed against his pelvis. Her gag reflex had the walls of her throat convulsing around him within a few nanoseconds, the wet, squeezing, rippling walls of her esophagus attempting to milk his balls dry with every undulating contraction.

"Ffffuuuccckk, Quinn... God, damn... You couldn't even wait, could you? Such a good little cum slut for me, aren't you?" Jack said, his voice thick with graveled passion. He couldn't help the dirty talk, not with the fact that she wouldn't throw around her usual bratty response with Nick here. He did, however, feel just a graze of teeth down the top of his cock, the threat didn't have the desired effect. It just made Jack groan and reach back to grab onto the railing that lined every wall of the mirrored elevator, his fingers curling around the metal bar so tightly his knuckles turned white.

Hearing the words leave Jack, Quinn rolled her eyes and did really the only thing she could without Nick seeing, she lightly dragged her front teeth down the length of his cock as she peeled her mouth from his dick, his skin shiny and dripping with her saliva. A single strand of spit hung between her lower lip and the head of his cock as she looked up at him with her best Layla impression.

"Oh, yes. I only exist to suck your dick, Jack. I crave your cum, it's all I think about... I need it," She said, not wasting a second between the last word and her lips wrapping back around his cock.

Nick didn't know Quinn enough to pick up on the sarcasm at all, and to him, all he saw and heard, was just the perfect little toy, devoted and happy to suck dick whenever and however she was told. He never understood how Jack quiet managed to keep this whole thing going. In an attempt to recreate it, Nick had gotten a few mistresses. But... They were always so demanding, and soon being just a kept woman wasn't enough for them. They wanted love, or more money, or more attention, and it was so not worth the fucking hassle. But the caretaker's Jack Stone had surrounded him were all professionals without being prostitutes, they had friendly banter and affectionate moments, but there was still this distance between them. The lines were drawn and everyone seemed to respect them very thoroughly.

In nick's experience, that was damn near impossible with women. Where the fuck did Jack find these girls? How were they so content with what he offered? Money and security? That was never enough to keep his mistresses happy, so what the fuck was it that Jack Stone had that he didn't? Nick could never seem to figure out the secret, and it frustrated him to no fucking end.

Quinn started bobbing her head up and down onto Jack's cock with a reckless abandon, her only fucking goal was to get him to blow his load before they reached the first floor of the building. It wasn't a whole lot of fucking time, but she was very, very determined. Jack had undoubtedly already gotten off today, and that didn't exactly help things move along fast, but one should never, ever underestimate a taboo setting, an ego boost, enthusiasm, and pure fucking determination.

She wanted him to cum, wanted to taste it, to feel it cover her tongue and slide down her throat. She wanted Nick to see him do it, too. To watch as Jack took his pleasure and for him to realize that he will never be half as satisfied, half as deserving as he was. It was petty, but pettiness was a great fucking motivator.

Back and forth, her head bobbed. She took every inch of his cock down her throat without a seconds hesitation, fucking her throat down over every fat inch of his cock and letting the muscles of her throat squeeze around him as she gagged. It was a mess, wet, drippy, saliva covered mess but Quinn clearly didn't give a fuck about the state of her makeup or the wet spots on her shirt.

She worked her mouth over him, sucking and slurping and gagging and fucking him with everything she had. Every floor they dropped lower, the elevator made a little ding sound to signal it, and every time she heard that shit, she got that much more desperate to make him cum. She wouldn't necessarily mind if everyone in the lobby watched as Jack blew his load across her face but she was pretty sure he wouldn't be very pleased with that, so she was on a race against fucking time.

Jack's hips started thrusting forward to meet her insatiable lips, shoving his cock back inside of her throat before she could get it all the way out. He started fucking into her mouth, and soon enough one of his hands was pushing into her hair while he kept a hand on that railing to stabilize himself. He pushed her pretty face down onto his dick as he shoved himself balls deep over and over, fucking her with just the first few inches.

"God damn, fuck... Take it, fucking swallow all of it," Jack hissed out through his teeth as his orgasm erupted from his cock, the hot, thick cum shooting from his cock and going straight down her fucking throat as he kept himself buried so deep inside her convulsing milking throat.

He rode out his orgasm, his hips pressing forward so her nose rubbed against his pelvis as he shallowly thrust into her, making sure that every fucking drop of cum he had was sliding down her throat as she gagged on his dick. Quinn didn't seem to fucking mind at all, the second she had enough air she was moaning around his dick, the sound echoing through the elevator as the wet head of his cock slid free of her pretty mouth.

"Mmm... Thank you, Jack," Quinn said, giving him a heated look as she rubs her thumb across her lower lip.

"Your welcome," Jack said, trying to hide his amusement as he started rearranging his clothing, getting everything back into place.

Quinn did the same, tugging her skirt down over her ass as she rose to her feet. She wiped a bit of saliva from her chin, but there was no way she'd be able to save her makeup so she didn't bother to try.

Her darkly lined eyes met Nick's in the mirror, and she didn't do shit to hide her unfriendly expression. "You watched the whole time? Ew, fucking pervert. What's wrong with you? Oh.. God. You're hard! I think... Wow, that might just be a pen in your pocket... Wait... Is your crotch wet? Oh my god, Jack, he totally came in his pants," Quinn said, pointing at Nick with a shocked expression on her face.

Jack followed the line of her finger to see a little damp spot on the front of Nick's gray slacks. Jack highly doubted he'd gotten off, and it was more likely a smear of precum, but fuck, there was no way for the dude to prove that, and Jack was so amused by how red Nick's face turned, that it didn't fucking matter.

Jack somehow managed not to laugh, and instead, he sneered at the guy like he was some kind of creepy pervert who'd been spying on them. "Williams, you sick fuck, what's wrong with you?"

The wave of mortification hit Nick like a punch in the gut. He could feel his face starting to burn underneath the woman's allegations, and he couldn't help but look down at his crotch where there was indeed a little wet stain where the head of his cock pressed into the material. The embarrassment made it hard for Nick to think, so he just funneled the emotion into anger.

"Me? What the fuck is wrong with you? It's disgusting enough that you flaunt your team of personal whores but to use them in front of people is completely unprofessional." Nick stammered, his gaze darting from the couple and locking onto the descending numbers above the elevator doors.

"Jealous, much?" Quinn asked, her husky voice laced with an amusement so thick it was almost fucking tangible.

Nick scoffed out a hot breath and Jack snickered quietly to himself, but before anyone could get another word in, the elevator stopped with a happy little ding and the doors slid open to reveal the huge lobby of the massive building. Nick didn't exactly run away from them, but his pace was definitely classifiable as a light jog.