147. Courtney
Chapter 147
Courtney
Cool air flows around me, and I groan, reaching for my moving blankets.
“Shh.” The sound is low.
“Sterling?” My voice feels scratchy.
“Go back to sleep, Honey,” my boss whispers as his body settles against mine.
His front to my back.
“I tried to wait.” I let him jostle me as he slips one arm under my pillow and one around my waist.
“I know.” His hand finds mine, and our fingers slip together. “I’m sorry I’m late.”
Warmth fills me.
From his body. From his touch.
I sigh, my eyes never opening. “I’m glad you still came.”
Something presses against my hair.
Peace fills the space around me.
I’ll always come for you.
I’m not sure if I hear the words or think them. But as I slip into sleep, Sterling holds me just a bit tighter.
A deep groan rumbles against my back.
I wiggle against the movement.
A mouth presses against my neck.
A rough hand drags up the side of my thigh before palming my ass.
“Fucking hell, Cookie.” Sterling’s fingers flex against my flesh. “You sleeping in nothing but my flannel and a pair of panties?”
I hum in reply, wanting more of his touches but also wanting to stay asleep.
But then I feel the tongue against my skin at the same time his hand slides around the front of my hip. He cups my sex, the thin layer of cotton the only thing between me and his thick fingers.
He starts to rub.
His middle finger pushing the fabric firmly against my entrance.
Then dragging up.
I groan as the pressure hits my clit.
He makes a matching sound.
I arch my back as my breathing becomes heavier.
Sterling’s hot breath heaves against my neck. “You’re so fucking warm.” His hand leaves my pussy to grip my thigh. “Open for me.”
I lift my leg and let him guide it up and back until my foot is hooked around his calf.
He moves his hand back to my center.
With my legs spread, his whole hand fits over my core, gripping me.
He grinds his palm into my clit, and as I press my ass back into his hard length, I’m reminded of the first time he got me off. When he pinned me to him in the dark woods.
When he ground against my ass.
I want to feel that again.
That energy.
And I want it now.
I bring my leg back down from over his, but before he can protest, I reach down and start to shove my panties off.
He moans. “You gonna let me into your sweet pussy, Courtney? ”
I nod, shoving the fabric down more.
Sterling pulls away from me, then tears my panties off the rest of the way.
As soon as they’re off, he climbs over me.
I’m still on my side, and his hard cock is pressing into my hip.
Him in only boxers. Me in only his flannel.
“How do you want it?” He grinds his dick against me.
“Like…” I gasp for breath when he palms my breast, balancing his weight on one hand. “Like that first time. In the woods.”
“You want me to finger you, Honey? Is that what you want?”
I shake my head. “I won’t say no, but…” He huffs a breath that’s too sultry to be a laugh. “I meant…” I’m getting so turned on I reach down between my legs and start rubbing my clit.
Sterling grips my wrist and pulls my hand away from my core.
With his hold, he uses his position above me to roll me onto my front.
He yanks the pillow out of the way, and then Sterling traps both of my wrists over my head in one of his hands.
“You can touch yourself when you’re alone. But if I’m here, I’m the one with my fingers in your slit.” Sterling lowers himself so he’s lying on my back.
His thighs are spread to either side of my hips, and his boxer-clad cock is wedged against my ass.
“Now tell me what you meant about doing it like we did in the woods,” he demands with his lips next to my ear.
I flex my core, causing my glutes to squeeze around his length.
He rocks his hips. Just like I wanted him to.
“Like that,” I pant, head turned to the side, sucking in air.
He rolls his hips again. “Like this? Does my Little Worker want it from behind?”
Little Worker?
Sweet Mother Hera.
“Yes, Sir.”
Sterling lets out a curse.
He releases my wrists, and I feel him shift his weight.
Then the heat of his bare cock slaps down on my ass .
“You wet for me?” Fingers press between my legs from behind.
I shift, trying to widen my thighs.
I’m pinned.
His thighs trapping my thighs.
His weight above me.
“Fuck.” His fingers find my slickness. “I don’t want to hurt you again.” The tip of his finger presses inside me. “But you feel ready.”
His hand pulls away. Then I hear him spit.
Followed by another groan.
The tip of his dick is bumping against my entrance, and I just know he’s stroking himself.
I turn my face into the mattress and moan.
I don’t even try to look back to see him because the mental visual of him spitting into his hand is enough to have my body reacting.
If his fingers were still between my legs, he’d feel me getting wetter.
“I’m going to fuck you now, Miss Kern.” The blunt tip pushes into me. “If it’s too much, tell me.”
I tilt my hips, taking him deeper.
We both groan.
He pulls his hand away from his cock and rolls his hips as he flattens his body over mine.
He sinks in slowly.
But he doesn’t stop.
Just keeps pushing.
Sinking deeper.
My fingers curl, gripping the sheets.
Then my hands are caught again, Sterling’s strong grip pulling my arms straight.
With his other palm, he grips just above my hip. Grips and pushes me down into the mattress.
He lets out a sound that almost seems painful as he presses his hips all the way against me.
He’s as deep as he can get.
And I’m trapped.
Hands held hostage.
Body pinned with his .
It’s hard to breathe.
I can’t move.
And I feel like I’m stuffed so full I might burst.
Something pulls on one of my braids.
His teeth.
My already sizzling body lights up when I realize it.
Sterling is biting down on my hair.
I tip my head to the side, increasing the pull.
There’s a growl.
Then my boss starts fucking me.