Chapter 20 Brielle #2
So I do. I taste myself, licking and sucking him as he looks at me with a reverence that I’m not expecting.
His chest rises and falls in a quick, steady rhythm.
I am pulled into his gaze, hypnotized by what I see there.
He takes his fingers out of my mouth and replaces it with his tongue.
He kisses me frantically, passionately. It’s dirty and erotic and the best kiss I’ve ever had.
I can feel his heavy cock twitch where it’s pressed into my thigh.
“Condom. Did you bring a condom?” I ask breathlessly.
He moves to his bag, and I immediately miss the feel of his body close to mine.
He looks back at me, a rare glimpse at his vulnerability showing. “I don’t want you to think that I expected this.”
“But you hoped?”
He picks up a pack of condoms from his bag and removes one. “No. I’ve dreamed about you, imagined it, fantasized, but hope seemed like a stretch too far.”
“And now?”
He rolls the condom over his impressive cock, his eyes raking over my body splayed out on the bed. “Now I want you on your hands and knees,” he says darkly.
I do as he says. The bed shifts under his weight as he climbs onto it behind me. I roll my ass back, dragging it along his erection. A gasp falls past my lips when his hand connects sharply with my ass check. He rubs away the sting of it, caressing my butt. Then he does it again.
“You like that, Brielle?” He spanks my ass a third time, smoothing the sharp sting away each time. My pussy is throbbing, despite the orgasm he’s already delivered. I want more. I need more.
“Fuck me, Damian. Please… Please.”
The loud smacking sound when he slaps my ass again fills the room, and while I’m still lost in that sensation, he pulls my hips back, sinking himself into me.
Christ, he is so big, so hard. He isn’t even fully seated, and I already feel like I can’t take any more of him. I press my face into the pillow.
He slowly pulls himself out and then pushes in again even deeper.
“You’re doing so good, beautiful. You’re going to take every inch of me.
Breathe,” he commands. I let out a breath that had lodged in my chest, my body relaxing into him.
And then he fucks me. It’s hard, fast, and dirty.
The bed shakes, the headboard rhythmically knocking against the wall.
I hold on for dear life as Damian hammers into me over and over again.
Tension builds as my limbs go numb. My toes curl, and my fists grip the sheets, but before my release hits, Damian pulls out of me.
“What? No, don’t stop,” I cry. I was so close. I need this like I need air.
He leans over me, kissing up the side of my neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive spot behind my ear. “Christ, Brielle. You feel so fucking good. So wet, so warm. I’m not going to last.”
He sits back and rubs his hand around the globes of my ass, moving them up my back, adding just enough pressure to push my chest into the mattress.
“I wish you could see how sexy you look just like this,” he groans.
He spreads my ass cheeks wide and buries his face in my crack.
“Oh, fuck,” I shout. His tongue swipes and swirls around my ass hole.
No one has ever played back there before, and I can’t believe this is what I’ve been missing out on.
He rubs my clit from the front, licking and sucking from the back.
A second wave of pleasure detonates through me.
It comes on so fast that white spots blind my eyes as my orgasm shatters me into a million pieces.
Damian rears back, slamming his cock into me again, my inner walls still contracting around his thick shaft.
He pumps into me. I don’t know if it’s aftershocks from the second orgasm or an unheard-of third orgasm building, but I feel delirious with pressure, tension, and release all fighting for control of my body. I let go of it all and submit to the feelings building inside me.
Damian leans over me, gripping my face to kiss me hard. A roar of pleasure pulls from his lungs as he stills. He pumps slowly a few more times before he collapses on the bed beside me.
My body feels weak and wrung out, every last ounce of me poured into him. I pull in a shaky breath. “That was…”
“Yeah,” he agrees.
We catch our breath silently, both of us laying still on the bed. Finally, Damian gets up to deal with the condom, and I have a moment for my scattered thoughts to coalesce.
That was phenomenal. Best sex of my life, by far. No contest. The way he played my body, submitting to his commands. I loved every single second of it.
But also…
What the fuck did I just do?
Because he’s still my boss. I started this job determined to not get too close, too friendly, with anyone—especially a male coworker—and now I’m having dirty, mind-blowing sex with my boss?
If anyone at work found out that I let “Satan” fuck me blind, I would never recover. My reputation would be irrevocably tarnished, my competency would be called into question. Advances based on merit would never be believed.
Not to mention what it would do to his reputation, sleeping with an employee. The power dynamic alone would call into question his integrity. What if the board of trustees lost confidence in him? Could they strip him of his title in the company that he built?
“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours, beautiful?”
His voice startles me, lost in thought as I was.
“That was amazing,” I start.
“I know.” He crosses his arms, the muscles in his defined chest popping slightly. I want to spend so much more time studying him, exploring every inch of him, running my hands over his heated skin like he’s mine to touch.
“It stays here though, right?” I ask.
His face is a mask of neutrality. I can’t figure out if he agrees with that or hates it. Or is he simply as indifferent to it as he seems?
“Is that what you want?”
“Um, yes,” I say, but it comes out more like a question than a statement. I hurry to scoot up on the bed into a sitting position, still stark naked and not bothering to even try to cover up. “Yeah, I think it probably should. But what do you want?”
He stalks toward the bed, his cock still half hard. “If that’s what you want, that’s fine with me. But if we only get tonight, I’m going to need you to know this night has just begun.”
A shiver travels down my spine, and it’s not because I’m cold. I trap my bottom lip between my teeth.
“Good. Because I was just thinking that I didn’t spend nearly enough time exploring your body,” I tell him with a sultry grin.
“Same, Brielle. There isn’t going to be an inch of skin on your hot little body that I haven’t tasted before the end of the night.”
“All the way down to my toes?”
“Even your toes.” He grips my foot and pulls me down the bed. I fall back with a laugh.
We may only have tonight, but I’m going to enjoy every second of it while I can. I have a feeling tonight is going to be a long, delightful night.