Chapter 12
CHAPTER
TWELVE
Erica
I’m in over my head. I can admit that. Don’t get me wrong, I’m no prude, but the only man I’ve ever slept with was my husband. I’ve never given oral sex, nor have I received it, but Brew brings something out in me that’s almost carnal. Every single cell in my body is alight. He does this to me.
Here I am sucking on his thumb, emulating oral sex, and I want it. I want to know how good it feels with him in my mouth. I want to see it.
“You can’t, can you?” He mocks me.
I bite his pad and he growls. I don’t know if I was really holding onto any sanity, but all that just went out the window when I heard that noise. He’s feral. What’s more? He makes me feral, too.
I straighten my spine. “I can. If that’s what I wanted.”
He cocks a brow. “You haven’t fucked anyone since you left that place, have you?”
It should be like pouring cold water over my head.
But it isn’t. It only reminds me of how lonely this has been.
How I’ve shut people out, thinking I was closed for business.
That’s on me. I push those negative thoughts away.
I’ve thought long and hard about my future, and all of that is in the past.
“I… I’ve been on dates.”
“What happened?”
It’s my turn to stare him down. “We’re going to talk about my dating life?”
“Yes. As your boss, it’s part of my job to make sure you’re looked after, comfortable, and that any potential douchebags are eliminated.”
“Eliminated as in, taken care of?” I shudder to think.
“If they do you wrong? Yeah.”
“I don’t think murdering a potential date is quite what I had in mind.”
He doesn’t flinch. “I do what has to be done.”
“Hmm, that sounds a little above your pay grade, wouldn’t you say, Boss?”
“Now I’m your boss? I thought I was just here to decorate.”
Woah, was that Brew making a joke?
I can’t help but smile. “What would you prefer me to call you? Dylan?” I don’t know why that pops out of nowhere. My eyes widen at my mistake. “I mean—”
He cups my face once more, he’s so damn close.
I realize I do want his hands on me, his mouth, everything, and I don’t care what that makes me.
“Say that again.” The growl that rolls through him makes my legs attempt to squeeze together, but he’s blocking me.
He smirks, realizing it at the same time I do. “Nuh, uh. Say my name again.”
“Brew.”
He pinches my chin, sending electricity running through me. “Smart ass.”
I close my eyes, daring to believe he’d want to kiss me back. “Dylan.”
“You’re throbbin’ aren’t you?”
“I know you are.”
His smirk tells me all I need to know; he’s enjoying this. “Would you be so cocky if I slipped my hand up your skirt right now to see how wet you are?”
Holy moly. I think we just went right past complicated, and headed straight to, Oh, yes please.
“I think this is the most you’ve said to me in two years,” I deadpan.
He chuckles. I feel it. I feel his warmth as much as he tries to hide it.
But why would he hide it? I get he’s been traumatized.
If there’s one thing I can relate to, it’s trauma.
But he has so much to give, and so much more to receive if he’d just open his heart.
Learning to live again is part of the healing process.
Not that I’ve lost anyone to cold-blooded murder, so it’s barely a comparison. “You’re analyzin’ me again.”
It’s like he can see into my soul. “No, I’m just wondering if you can live up to all these promises.” Anyone would think it was me who’d been drinking, but no, I’m running on a lust-induced adrenaline high, courtesy of Brew.
“You’re wonderin’ if I can make you come using just my fingers?”
Oh, my goodness.
I try not to melt into a puddle on the desk; the same desk I’ll never be able to look at the same way again. “No, I wasn’t.”
“But you are now.”
“Dylan?” I pause, letting the words settle. “What are we doing?”
“Let me make you feel good.”
My lips part, and I’m a quivering mess inside. I want that. I want that so, so much. “I- I don’t know how,” I whisper. “It’s been a long time since… since I let anyone in. I don’t know that side of me anymore.”
“It’s pretty basic,” he says. “You sit back and watch me make you come.”
My eyes widen. “And then we just go back to passing each other in the hallway at work?” I don’t want a marriage proposal, but we have to consider what this will mean.
“Do you always overthink things?”
“Do you always cage your employees against their desk and threaten them with orgasms?”
His smirk turns up once more. “No, it’s a first for me.”
I feel a little relieved hearing that.
His hand slides up my thigh and disappears under my skirt.
Oh, wow, that feels… so foreign, but oh, so good.
I bite down on my lip, unable to help the gasp that leaves my lips as he snakes his hand closer to victory.
I want him there. My nipples tingle, and just as I think it, the other large hand of his palms my breast. “Oh,” I moan. “Holy smokes.”
His eyes are ablaze as try to remain calm, but when he cups me between my legs, I grip both his forearms and he stops. “We good?”
His hand. Right there. It’s practically on fire. Touching me.
“We’re good.” Oh, my. Does it sound like I’m panting right now?
He rubs me through my panties and I open my legs farther apart.
I’m barely hanging onto my sanity. Aside from touching myself, I haven’t let anyone do this to me.
And now my boss is doing it. The man I’ve dreamed about doing it for so long.
I can’t hold onto any cohesive thoughts as he pets me through my underwear and massages my breast like he’s kneading dough.
My god this man is hot. He knows his way around a woman’s body, that I have no doubt.
“I wanna see them,” he growls.
My eyes pop open and he nods to my chest. I feel embarrassed; I’ve never undressed for a man like this before.
“Open your blouse.”
I bite down so hard I’m surprised I don’t draw blood, but my hands reach tentatively to my blouse. Aware I’m doing exactly what he wants, I should feel more ashamed than I do.
Sex is for marriage; at least, that’s what I used to think and believe. It’s what I knew back then. Yet here I am, giving this man my body because it feels good. No other motive, just bliss. Maybe that’s all there is to know. Maybe I’ve been doing it wrong this whole time.
I undo my buttons to my belly, my eyes never leaving his. He could cut glass with his stare.
His eyes dip and he grunts; “Pull it open, let me see.” He’s still playing with me and I’ve no time to feel embarrassed about how wet I am, but when I pull my blouse open, he stares at my bra covered breasts and mutters, “Holy fuck.”
My bra isn’t anything fancy. I don’t wear lacy stuff, or anything sexy, it’s just a mom-bra, I guess. It holds the girls in and it’s comfortable with a wide band, but Brew seems to like it.
“Pull those babies out. Let me see.”
I hesitate, but only because he’s pulling my panties aside, his fingers flush against my wetness as a low growl permeates between us. “So fuckin’ wet for me, baby.”
Baby.
Oh, this man.
He rubs my folds, then nudges my clit, and I make a sound I’ve never made before.
Brew knows it, and he’s enjoying watching me squirm.
Since he’s making me feel so good, a little peek couldn’t hurt…
I let the straps fall off my shoulders and, even though my cheeks flame red, I pull the material down so my breasts pop out.
He glares down, his ministrations pausing as his free hand reaches my breast and he squeezes it. “You’re so fuckin’ perfect, look at those tits.”
His crude words send a fire right through me. I begin to pant as he plucks my nipple, then flicks my clit at the same time. I know it’s coming; I feel the heat between my legs as my orgasm builds. Brew telling me I’m perfect is all the encouragement I need.
“Oh, B-Brew,” I moan. “Right there, I’m… I’m….”
“Dylan,” he reminds me. “Call me Dylan when you come, I wanna hear it loud and clear or you won’t get any more.”
I cry out, my orgasm hitting me as he presses my clit harder with his thumb. “Dylan,” I moan, my hand holding his wrist. “Oh, yes, yes, yes!”
My vision blurs as I hit a crescendo and it feels as if the whole universe is turning on its axis. And maybe it is.
Before I know what to do, his mouth is on me, on my breast. He sucks my nipple into his mouth, and my hands move into his hair. “You fuckin’ come so good, Erica. Such a good girl,” he mutters, and he just keeps playing with me.
When he gets too frustrated, he leans down, pulls at my panties and then slides them off my body. He stuffs them into the top pocket of his cut as I stare at him.
Before I know what’s happening, one finger slides into me and I gasp. He slowly pulls it out, then slides it in again. “So fuckin’ wet, can feel you all over my hand.”
“I-I’ve never, uh, done that before.”
“Done what?” he murmurs. “Don’t be shy.”
He moves his mouth to my other breast and I watch him devour me. I can’t help it, it feels so good, and when he slides another finger inside me, my palm presses against his dick.
“All the things.” I know I’m being vague, but I can’t talk dirty like him.
“That’s why I’m here.”
“You’re big,” I whisper, enjoying his touch.
“Fuck, Erica.”
I feel his length through his jeans, and that can’t be comfortable. Of course, my boss is a monster. What else would he be? He’s big in everything he does, so his dick wouldn’t be any different.
His fingers fill me so much that I can’t imagine how he would feel inside of me.
His eyes lift as he sucks my nipple, holding my breast to his mouth as he takes his fill of me.
He stares at me and I stare back. This is a connection.
No matter how much we might deny it, it’s there, blatantly written on our faces.
“Come again for me,” he mutters. “Eyes on me when you do.”
“I can’t just come on command— oh!” His thumb juts against my clit and his fingers quicken. “Brew, oh my god.”
“When any part of me is inside you, it’s Dylan,” he growls. “Trust me when I say those tits are mine, so is this pussy, you got me?”
I don’t have time to answer because I’m spiralling. It feels so good, beyond good, freaking incredible with his fingers penetrating and his thumb nudging my sensitive bud.
I fall apart, crying out his name as I pant like a freaking whore, begging him for more.
I can’t hold on. I need him. I need him inside me… but like all good things, they come to an end too quickly. There’s movement at the front door.
“Brew?” Nova calls out. “Are you in there?”
“Fuck!” Brew swears. “I was meant to pick her up.”
I squeal as Brew removes his fingers from my pussy and I quickly put my breasts back in my bra and fumble to do up my blouse. “Shit!” I mutter. “Double shit.”
But Brew isn’t one bit bothered, instead, he adjusts his dick, making sure I see, then he tips my chin so I’m looking at him. “This isn’t over, Sparky.” I open my mouth to reply, but he puts a finger over my lips. “Shhh, she’ll hear you.”
“Brew!” Nova calls out. “I know you’re in there! You need to get me a key!”
“I’m comin’!” he yells back, then to me he says, “You look so fuckin’ hot all messy. I think I’d like to keep you.”
I don’t even have words as he strides off to open the door and I scramble into the back offices before I get sprung.
I don’t believe it.
I can’t believe what we just did.
With horror, I realize he still has my panties.
I’m going to go home without freaking panties!