The First Taste(27)

Andrew wipes his mouth with his shoulder, a smile spreading over his face. I hold out the condom, but he shakes his head. “Your move, boss.”

I smirk at him and tear the foil. His cock is practically vertical, waiting for me. I sit back on my calves and watch his face as I stroke him once. He thrusts his hips, a preview of what’s to come. I let my eyes wander, appreciating his long, firm, artful body, the abs that flex as he lifts his head to look at me.

“Amelia.” We make eye contact. “I’m trying to be patient,” he says, “but I’ve been hard since the bath. I already know how good you feel, and it’s killing me.”

I’m still throbbing from my core, but teasing him is making me even hotter. I glance down just long enough to place the condom over his tip, and then back to him so I can watch his expression as I roll it on.

His nostrils flare as he takes a deep breath. “Let me f*ck you.”

“You’ve been so patient,” I say, throwing a knee over him. I lean forward onto my hands, trapping him against the mattress. “That’s a quality I value in my employees.”

He lifts his head to kiss me, but I pull away. His hand is in my hair in a split second, bringing me back down.

I tsk. “Are you challenging my authority?”

He removes his hand, but his frustration is clear in the way he grits his jaw. I see the agony in his eyes. Slowly, I bring my mouth to his and touch our lips together. He stays still. “Good,” I whisper against him, reaching between us. I position him against my opening. “Now kiss me.”

He rakes his hands through my hair, groaning into my mouth with a bruising kiss. I lower myself onto him and slide up and down a couple times, adjusting to his size.

He fists his hands against my scalp. “Can I f*ck you yet?”

“No.”

“How about now?”

“Let me do it.” I sink down until I’m seated. We breathe into each other’s mouths, but as he goes to kiss me again, I push off his chest, straighten up, and swivel my hips over him.

“Christ, Amelia,” he says, grabbing my waist. I ride him, forward, backward, around in circles. I find my rhythm, drawing up quick and coming down hard.

Andrew pinches his eyebrows together, gasping open-mouthed, as if he’s in pain. He thrusts his hips up a little, a small act of insubordination, but it feels too good for me to scold him. I throw my head back when he takes my breasts in both hands, kneading them, tugging on my nipples until I squeal.

“Fuck me,” I say.

He slams into me, and all at once, even though I’m still on top, I’m no longer riding him. He’s in control again, holding me in place by my middle as he f*cks me.

“Jesus,” I breathe. “You are so hired. And you’ve earned a bonus.”

He sits up suddenly, flips me onto my back, and cages me with his big body. “Game over. I’m not your employee. There can only be one real boss—”

“But—”

“And that’s me.” He captures my wrists and raises them over my head, pinning them to the mattress.

“Wait.” I struggle to free my hands, but his grip is firm. “I don’t like to be tied up.”

“I didn’t think you would.” He doesn’t budge. “I like you at my mercy, though.”

We stare each other down. He sets his jaw with determination. He hasn’t given me any reason not to trust him, but with the sudden racing of my heart, I know I don’t.

“I could own you right now, Amelia. But not if you don’t submit, at least a little.”

I swallow. After the pleasure he’s already given me, to be owned by Andrew sounds exquisite, but I won’t be able to submit if I can’t relax. “Stop.” I don’t feel good about testing him. I need to know he isn’t carried away, though. “Let go.”

He releases my wrists. “I wouldn’t f*ck you like that unless you asked me to.”

I shake my head a little. “I won’t.”

“Okay, but . . . what’ll I do with you instead?”

I squirm on the mattress. “Fuck me.”

“Yes. But how?” He looks down my body, lingering on my breasts, licking his lips. “Slow? Fast? On your hands and knees? In the ass?”

My mouth drops open. “My ass? You’ve lost it if you think I’ll agree to that.”

He suppresses a smile, then drops his hips between my legs. “I think right here will be fine,” he murmurs, gliding his shaft along my clit.

I lose my breath. I want him back inside me, and I don’t care who’s in charge.

“What do you think?” he asks.

“Yes, fine.” My body flushes, craving him as he teases my slit.

“Yes, fine, what? You want me to take you like this?”

“Andrew,” I demand. I grab a fistful of his hair. “Stop teasing me.”

“Tell me you need it. I want to hear the desperation in your voice.”

I grit my teeth, bite my lip, inhale through my nose. If I don’t give in, he’ll keep this up. I know he will, because I would if I wanted control more than I wanted to come. I don’t. I just want release. “I need it,” I say huskily. “Please, Andrew.”

He lines his cock up against my opening and buries his face in my neck. “Good girl,” he whispers and plunges inside me.