Misadventures with the Boss (Misadventures #12)(10)

“Then maybe I’ll let you come while I’m inside you. Maybe.” I stepped from my pants and pulled off my socks. Then, in nothing but my boxers, I took another step toward her. “Now tell me, do you want me to kiss you, Piper?”

She gave me a quick, needy nod, and I sank to my knees in front of her, kissing my way up her thigh until I found the place where her fingers still lingered. Then, taking each finger in turn, I kissed the tips and pushed them aside to see her slick pink clit.

“Fuck,” I growled, feeling almost light-headed with the weight of my need for her.

“I’m close,” she warned with a stunned little laugh. “Like, so close.”

“I know,” I said, and then I circled the tight bundle of nerves with the tip of my tongue before dipping lower, laving her slick folds and teasing her sweet pink center. Delicious. Hot silk drenched in honey. All rational thought collapsed as I delved deeper, stroking now, faster…harder.

“Jackson,” she hummed, her fingers driving into my hair, anchoring me closer.

“Yeah, that’s it,” I murmured against her, the scent of her driving me wild, making my heart pump double-time. “Say it. Say my name.”

She obliged, the hum turning into a low chant as I worked her plump, swollen flesh. She trembled, and I gripped her hip with one hand as I slid the other between her satin thighs. Higher and higher until I felt it. That wet, needy heat.

She held her breath, freezing below me as I pushed a finger inside her tight channel.

My cock gave a needy throb as her tight grip closed around my finger, hugging me in a carnal embrace.

“Ah, Jackson!”

I could feel it in her every move, hear it in her voice. She was going to come, and I couldn’t fucking wait for it.

I nudged that tight bundle of nerves again in the lightest of caresses and felt her walls break apart at my touch. She shuddered, writhing into my mouth with quick, frenzied jerks of her hips. Her fingers weaved tighter through my hair, burying my face against her, willing me to consume her…work her through until the very last tremor subsided.

And I did. All the while, I listened as she called my name like a prayer, twitching and flexing, milking every last drop of pleasure from her climax. When it was finally over, she fell back onto her elbows, gasping.

“That was…wow.” She shook her head, face glowing as she smiled down at me. “That has never happened so fast.”

I heard her words, but they were far away, obliterated by the blood that still pounded in my ears like a heartbeat. I wasn’t done. Not even close.

“We’re just getting started,” I ground out, pressing one last long, sucking kiss to that sweet, soft flesh before pulling away and withdrawing my finger with not a little regret. She was hot. Like fire. So responsive and sensual, but I could already feel the droplets of come weeping from the slit of my manhood, and my balls were aching. She’d come again. I’d make sure of it. But she was going to come wrapped around my shaft so I could feel it.

I got back to my feet, paced to my slacks, and grabbed the condom I kept there for just these sorts of occasions. Ripping the foil carefully, I stepped out of my boxers and then slid the latex over my aching length.

I gripped myself, hoping to quell the now-painful need surging inside me, but when her gaze fell on my member, her eyes widened and she gave me yet another slight shake of the head.

“Jackson, I…”

This wasn’t the first time I’d seen that expression. She was nervous, and seeing exactly how hard I was, I couldn’t blame her. She was a tight little thing, and I had been blessed in the size department. What could I say?

“Tell me you don’t want me,” I murmured, stroking up and down, a bolt of satisfaction rushing through me as her gaze followed my motions and she wet her lips.

“It’s not that.” Her words were soft, and I knew she meant every last one of them.

“Good,” I said, “because it’s time for round two.”

After that, there were no words of protest. Instead, she wriggled closer to the edge of the sofa and parted her legs, making way for me to join her.

“No,” I said, sitting down in the space she’d just left. I took her hand and guided her closer. She dropped it to my hard length and stroked me with her tantalizingly soft palm. It was almost enough to make me forget what I’d wanted. Her sweet, tentative stroke on my needy, rock-hard flesh. But then I pictured her above me, gorgeous tits bouncing, mouth parted as she cried out, and I shook my head again.

“You’re going to ride me, baby. Fast or slow. It’s up to you. I just want to feel you come around my cock.”

Her breath caught, but again she made no sign of protest. Getting onto her knees, she made her way toward me and then straddled my lap, rolling her hips up and down in a slow, torturous rhythm. One inch. Then two. Then out. Three inches, then four, then out. On and on, just a little deeper each time, wetting me with her juices, swallowing me bit by bit—until finally she gripped my base and pushed me so deep inside her my eyes nearly crossed from the sheer molten heat. If she was interested in getting to the finish line quickly, she didn’t show it. Instead, she circled her arms around my neck and kept up her slow and steady pace, rising and falling slowly and pushing her breasts into my face with every stroke.

I cupped one in my hand, sucking a pink nipple until she gave me an approving squeeze and worked me faster, rewarding my tongue for its good work.