Foreplay with the Boss: Billionaires of Boston

29. Kat

Ileaned back into the cushy leather seat of Jameson’s car as we headed away from downtown. Jameson was quiet during dinner, the ease we’d had out on the water fading away as the real world crowded in. Stupid real world.

Or maybe he was just tired. Thanks to all our walking and time in the sun, my energy was a little lower than usual, but I was still amped up from being out on the water. I loved the sparkling water, the rocking of the boat, and the lapping noise the waves made against it. We’d talked and laughed, and Jameson did some major groping while teaching me to drive, which explained my inability to drive in a straight line.

It felt like something had changed between us this afternoon, and I thought it was for the better, but another shift happened once we’d returned to the docks.

I glanced out my window, to the scenery blurring outside as the city gave way to more greenery. You’reoveranalyzingthings.Hebroughtyoutoanamazingrestauranttomeethisfriend.Thatmeanssomething.Doesn’tit?

I sat stewing for another minute or so, but then I remembered that I didn’t have to sit and stew and wish he’d just spontaneously tell me what was on his mind. I could ask. Maybe I was a little scared of the answer, but spending the rest of the night with my nerves stretched tight wasn’t exactly a better option.

“Hey,” I said, reaching across the console and placing my hand on his thigh. “You’ve been quiet since dinner. Everything okay?”

The faraway look faded as his blue eyes turned to me. “Sorry. Just thinking about work.”

Beboldinhopesthateverythingisstillcoolbetweenus?Orplayitsafe?

I inched my fingers higher on his leg. “What do I have to do to get you thinking about something else?” I dragged my pinky along his inseam, and suddenly he wasn’t driving so straight anymore, either. “See. It’s not easy.”

“You sure showed me.” He accelerated, sending me back into my seat, and my pulse quickened. He curled his hand around my thigh, his fingers digging into the skin, and desire spiked. “But your method is quite effective—I’m definitely thinking about something else now.”

I brushed my pinky over him again, high enough to hit his balls this time. “Care to share with the class?”

His knuckles turned white from gripping the steering wheel. “I’m thinking that you haven’t gotten a chance to be on top yet.”

I pouted my lips and put a little whine in my voice. “I haven’t.”

“Well, we…” His exhale came out shaky as I stroked him over his pants. “We need to fix that. I’m looking forward to watching you ride me, your tits bouncing up and down, and that moment when you come and your pussy clenches around me that much tighter. Then I’m going to roll you on your back and fuck you so hard that you can’t walk tomorrow without thinking of me.”

There went my panties. They’d been damp off and on throughout the day, but now they were soaked with desire, and I wanted to get somewhere where Jameson could rip them off and we could get busy playing out the proposed scenario.

I wanted to stroke him some more—hell, I wanted to straddle him right now and get started—but I also didn’t want to die in a fiery car crash, so I got myself semi-under control and pulled my hand away. “Are we there yet?”

“Hey, no premature ejaculation is happening on my watch.”

I laughed and he joined in, but both of us were keyed up, the sexual tension between us palpable. He turned down his road, and I was so happy to see his house that I bounced in my seat, a move that only reminded me that all my blood had already rushed south.

Jameson was around the hood and by my door before I even got my seatbelt undone. I leaned in to kiss him and he held me back, earning a dirty look. “Just hold your horses, you siren. We’re making it to the bed this time. Now that I’ve thought about you on top of me, I won’t settle for anything else.” He tugged me toward the door. “After we make sure you get off first, of course.” “Tease,” I said, and his arm came around my middle as he hauled me against him.

“I’ll show you tease.” He ran his hand down my stomach and undid the button and zipper of my shorts. Then he slipped his hand into my panties.

Lower,lower,lower…

“Yes,” I whispered, bucking as his fingertips found my clit. He dipped them into my wetness and then spread it back over me. I let my head fall back on his shoulder as he continued the circle and drag of his fingers.

Just when I was panting on edge, he withdrew his hand and spun me around to face him. Eyes locked onto mine, he slowly licked his fingers. “You definitely taste like you’re turned on.”

I whimpered, the ache between my thighs growing stronger with each second he wasn’t touching me.

“Now that’s being a tease.” He turned me around and smacked me on the butt like we’d just completed a play, when there was no completion about it. “Get your fine ass into my bedroom so we can finish what we started.”

“You just wait until it’s my turn,” I muttered as I pushed through the door. “I’m going to make you pay.”

He put his hand on my back, nudging me toward the living room. “Less talk, more walk.”

I resisted the urge to sprint so we could get started faster. Then I realized that there was something I could do to speed things up and tease him at the same time. I turned to walk backward, slowing my steps, and peeled off my tank-top. I ran my finger along my bra strap and then slowly slipped it off. Watching him watch me was exhilarating. I let my shorts slip down my thighs and then kicked them away. “Your turn.”

He peeled off his shirt and took a step toward me. I took a step back. “Pants, too.”

He lost them in a hurry.

I reached behind me and undid my bra. Then I flung it aside, turned, and sashayed into his bedroom. He caught me around the middle just before I reached his bed, grinding his hard length against my ass. I spun in his arms, and his mouth crashed onto mine. Our tongues battled it out for control as Jameson ran his hands over me.

I pulled back and Jameson let out a grunt. Batting my eyes and doing my best ditzy impression, I twisted a strand of hair around my finger. “Do you have any instructions for me tonight, Mr. Stone?”

He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. “I want you on your knees.”

I dropped down, and his mouth fell open. I blinked up at him as I ran my hands up his muscular thighs. He was hard and ready, and I sucked him into my mouth.

“Fuck, Kat.” He threaded his fingers through my hair as I licked and sucked. I swirled my tongue around the tip, and he arched his hips. I meant to tease him, the way he’d teased me, but the noises he made and the tingly prickles across my scalp from the hair pulling spurred me on.

Using his grip on my hair, he tilted my head back, his cock slipping out of my mouth. “I need to be inside you,” he said, pulling me to my feet. “Now.”

He rolled on a condom and locked eyes with me. “Your turn for instructions. Let’s see if I can’t tame that inner nympho.”

“You asked for it.” I shoved him back, onto the bed, and then I crawled over him, dragging my body up his.

He groaned and gripped my waist, his erection rocking against my core. I lifted myself up a few inches, positioning myself right over him. Then I slid down, moaning at the way he stretched and filled me so perfectly.

I rolled my hips, needing more friction—needing more everything.

Jameson propped himself on his elbows. “That’s it, baby. Ride me as hard as you want.”

I bounced harder, and Jameson met me thrust for bounce, hitting my G-spot again and again. He reached up and pinched one of my nipples, and I felt the tug all the way from there to where we were connected. The flame there ignited, growing, spreading…

Until it finally consumed me.