2. Amelia #2
“Not jealous, just not wanting to step on anyone’s toes,” Xander said thoughtfully, and a surge of hormones made my body overheat.
“Now, how could you step on his toes?” My hand lingered on his shoulder, sliding across his chest to his tie where I wrapped my fingers around it and let my hand slide down the front of his body, across his abs, pausing above his belt.
“I think we should get you home before you say something you might regret.” I could’ve sworn I heard him mumble, “Or I do something I regret.” He took my hand and started walking, and I followed leisurely.
My heels clicked on the floor; my body begged for more liquor. As it was, the night had exhausted me, but I knew if I had any more to drink, I’d be pass-out drunk, and I was enjoying the flirty banter too much to do that.
“We don’t get to spend too much time alone, do we?” Xander pushed the door open, and a burst of chilly air rushed in. A car pulled up outside as I stepped into the crisp January air, and Xander followed behind me.
“It would be highly inappropriate for us to spend alone time in your office, don’t you think?” I turned, walking backward carefully as he advanced on me. I saw it now—the desire in his eyes. The same desire I’d seen multiple times before when he looked at me, including tonight a few times.
“Then I think we should make the most of our time alone.” Xander’s voice dropped an octave, a course whisper, almost a growl.
I thought he was reaching for my hip, fingers reaching toward my curve to caress it, but he reached right past, grasping the door handle.
He stood very close for a moment, almost pinning me to the side of the car. “Don’t you?”
I watched his eyes drop to my lips then rise back slowly to capture my gaze again, and I waited for my heart to stop throwing itself against my rib cage. Squirming a few inches to the side, I gave him space to open the door, and when he did, I turned and climbed in.
The limo wasn’t a full stretch limo, but it had a mini fridge and a bench seat.
The leather seat chilled the backs of my thighs as Xander stood outside the limo speaking to someone, maybe his driver?
And I took the moment to fluff my hair and tug the hem of my dress up, pushing my tits out.
It was warm in here, the divider between the driver’s cabin and ours shut, and I turned to watch Xander slide into the seat next to me and shut the door.
At the very same moment, I began to feel ashamed of myself.
I flirted with him, made a few too many suggestive comments, and probably looked like a drunk floozy who had no self-control.
It wasn’t good for my reputation at work, and it wasn’t like this was going anywhere.
Shrinking back into the seat, I was ready to apologize and tell him I was out of line when he turned to face me and loosened his tie.
His eyes were still filled with a lusty desire.
“You are making it very difficult to keep my professional distance this evening, and I’m normally pretty good at it.
” His hand splayed on the leather next to my bare leg, fingertips only millimeters from touching me.
His other arm rests casually on the armrest on the door, and his body angles to face mine.
“You’re normally good at it? You mean you have to try to keep your professional distance other times?” The electric charge in the air seems to make my core throb harder, in time with my heart rate. I was ready to back off, but now he was giving chase. I couldn’t say I hated it.
“I never knew you had a bold side. It’s sort of irresistible…” Xander’s hand moved from the armrest, reaching toward my leg where his fingers warmed the inside of my thigh. “Are you sure this isn’t just the alcohol? Cause I’m not one of those guys, Amelia.”
I swallowed hard. The way he touched me had my body inching forward, wishing his hand would slide a little higher up my leg.
“And you think I’m one of those girls?” I wasn’t offended at all; he was taking his time to obtain consent, which I wholeheartedly gave him.
“I have a hard time keeping myself professional around you too.” I wanted to call him by name, but the idea of calling him boss, begging him to order me to be bad to him, had my heart racing.
“You’re playing a dangerous game.” His hand inched higher until his fingertips brushed the outside of my panties, and I almost lost it. “I like it.”
“This isn’t a game, Mr. Blackwell.” I finally found my inner vixen again, the one who got lost in the excitement of flirting in his office, and I turned her loose.
My body bumped on the seat as the car hit a pothole, and I scooted forward until his fingers jammed against my core.
“And I’m not playing.” I locked eyes with him as he stared me down and felt when his fingers slid the elastic of my panties aside.
“God you’re wet. You really do want this…With me?” Again, the consent thing? I almost groaned audibly but managed to contain my frustration. Instead, I leaned in, brushed my lips against his ear and whispered my next words.
“If you don’t stop talking and just make me come, I’m going to spontaneously combust.”
The car seemed to grow hotter, and I could feel every movement as he shifted on the plush leather seat.
His finger slid inside me, and I could’ve sworn he whispered my name into my ear as I arched into his touch.
The world spun away from us as his finger stroked inside me, hitting that spot again and again that had my toes curling in my shoes.
Xander’s other free hand went to the base of my neck, palm curved around the nape, angling my mouth upward toward his.
“Do you know how many times I’ve thought about doing this to you?” My breath caught at his confession, but the shocking part heated me even more. “You have no idea how badly I want to fuck you senseless right now.”
“Then do it,” I taunted.
His finger worked inside me, thumb pressing into my clit, and I whimpered as I pawed at his coat, wishing I could feel his skin under my palms. His lips claimed mine, opening my mouth so his tongue could search me.
I kissed him back as I managed to open a few buttons on his shirt and feel the heat of his chest muscles on my fingertips.
“Such a wet little pussy,” he purred, but his fingers pulled out. I felt him curl them around the crotch of my panties, and then he tugged hard. The waistband scraped over my hips; I thought the material would rip so I lifted my hips, and he had my panties around my knees with one strong pull.
“God,” I hissed, feeling his eyes burning into me. He slid my panties down my legs and carefully removed them, leaving my heels in place. After shoving them in his pocket, he hooked two fingers around the back of my left knee and tugged, and I knew what he wanted.
“I think your dick got a little swollen, Boss,” I mewled as I settled onto his lap.
The bulge was unmistakable; he was rock-hard.
His hands left my legs and worked the fly of his tux pants.
He was fumbling with his belt, hands shaking slightly in excitement he couldn’t mask. I felt the same way as I watched him.
“You want to be a bad girl for me, Amelia? Want your boss to tie you up and make you work hard?” Xander’s hand thrust into his slacks then reappeared wrapped around his hard dick.
He was huge, and precum already dripped from the tip.
I had no idea that I had gotten him that worked up already, and it only made my arousal for him stronger.
“Yes, sir. I want to do everything you tell me.” The way his hand stroked his length made my mouth water. My pussy throbbed, making a mess on his lap, and I rubbed my own clit in anticipation.
“Good girl,” Xander purred, nuzzling my neck.
His other hand inched up my dress, seeking out my swollen clit, and my nipples tightened as his magic fingers found the right spot to stroke me.
I slid forward and leaned down to kiss him again, covering his mouth with mine.
He rubbed his length up and down my slit until my hips were rocking involuntarily.
“I don’t have a condom,” he warned, but I wasn’t even thinking clearly.
I blurted out, “I’m on the pill,” and arched my hips to meet him.
The first inch of his dick inside me made me shudder, and when the car hit a bump and he slid all the way in I gasped. His dick rammed into my cervix hard; I clenched around him and he groaned.
“God, you feel good.” His hands cupped my hips, guiding me down as he rocked upward into me. My dress rode up to just above my waist and Xander’s fingers dug into my thighs as he assisted me. “You’re so hot, my God.”
“Oh Christ, it’s so deep!” Every nerve ending was screaming in pleasure, especially when his thumb pressed into my clit and started swirling.
He yanked one side of my dress down and grabbed my breast, closing his mouth on it and sucking my nipple.
Then he pulled me down so he could speak right into my ear.
“Say my name,” he growled, nipping at my earlobe and sending waves of sensations through my body; tingles in my lower extremities and heady swirls of pleasure in my chest and core.
“Oh my God, Xander,” I managed to whimper through gritted teeth. He was so long, every thrust hit my cervix and made me clench around him. My hands groped for something to hold onto, finding his lapels, squeezing them in iron fists.
“Say it again,” he demanded softly. His breath feathered over my cheek, hand still massaging my clit, and I whimpered. The coil was tightening down, stretching me thin, pushing me to the edge. It was incredible.
“Like that, Xander. Right there…yes…don’t stop.” My hips rocked in time with his thrusts, and I felt the tension building. I was a pressure cooker ready to explode, and when he bit my ear again, I almost lost it. But I held on, waiting for his words to push me over the edge.
“Say it again. Beg for me, Amelia. Beg me to let you come.”
I whimpered, grinding on him, desperate for release, and knew he felt the pending orgasm building in me as he hammered his cock into me. “Please, Xander, oh my God. Please, make me come, please…”
“Louder!”
“Oh God, Xander let me come!” I pleaded, arching my head back.
He hit a place deep inside me that made my vision go white.
His hand worked me to orgasm, pistoning in and out as I grunted and spasmed.
I saw stars and draped myself over his shoulder.
Xander continued to thrust, rubbing my clit, and I felt his heat flood me.
My body jolted and twitched; his hand slid from my breast and rested on my hip, and both of us heaved for breath.
For a moment, we were frozen in time, him buried in me, my body dripping moisture onto his pants, soiling them.
Xander’s hand retreated from my core, and I felt him tugging the hem of my dress lower across my hips.
I slid backward and he pulled out, his cock springing up to slap his belly and glisten in the light of the streetlamp outside that lit up the back seat.
We were stopped outside my building, and I was so tired and delirious from post-orgasmic endorphins.
“Wow,” I breathed, not sure what to say. I had just had sex with my boss in the back seat of his car, and I was still very drunk.
“Yeah, wow,” he repeated. His hand worked to tuck my tit back into my dress, and he didn’t even cover his own dick yet.
“So I should, uh…” I swallowed hard and shoved the hair out of my face. Things just went from steamy to awkward in a split second.
“Or you could stay,” he suggested, raising his eyebrows, tipping his head. It was a bad idea. One I wanted to indulge in very badly, but one I knew would end in regret. As if I didn’t already feel that gnawing at my conscience.
“Thank you for the ride,” I said, suddenly feeling overheated with my coat on.
I reached for the door handle, and Xander continued to shimmy my dress down over my hips as I opened the door and leaned out.
If not for him, I might have walked up to my apartment with my dress around my waist and no panties.
“Should I walk you?” he asked, and I turned to lean back into the car. He was tucking himself away, buckling up his pants.
“Nah, I’ve got this,” I slurred. The effects of that last glass of alcohol I slurped down right before Godwin left were finally kicking in.
“Are we good?” Xander asked, but I couldn’t read his expression. I was still very much aroused and feeling flirty, and after that romp, my inhibitions would forever be gone around him.
“Depends what you mean by good? Your dick is magic, Mr. Blackwell,” I said lewdly, “and if you ever want to bend me over your desk and spank me, all you have to do is order me to do it.” I hiccupped again and snickered, but the look on his face wasn’t humorous. It was arousal. “Good night, Boss.”
Stepping away, I wiggled my fingers at him and then turned to sway into the building.
I heard the car door shut, but I never heard it pull away from the curb.
When I got inside, the doorman held the door for me as I glanced over my shoulder to see the limo gone.
It took every bit of my concentration to find my way to my apartment, and I crashed on my couch the minute I had locked up.
I just threw myself at my boss the way Godwin joked with me to.
I never expected it to go down quite like that, but now that it was done, I wasn’t sure how to react.
This week was going to be interesting. I just had to sleep off this buzz and think about how to act when I got to work Monday morning.