Chapter 42 Rosie
Rosie
Iwhimper as he strokes my hair. My racing driver boss, my friend, with his perfectly sculpted body, has his cock in my mouth, and he’s still caring for me.
“Touch yourself,” he hisses, and I slide my fingers into my knickers. “That’s right. Rub your wet clit as you suck my cock.”
He strokes my hair as his cock brushes the back of my throat. I’ve not given many blowjobs, but having his dick in my mouth, knowing that gifting him control hasn’t lost me anything— I’ve never felt more powerful.
“Slide those fingers in. Ride them. I want to hear you moan as I fuck your pretty lips.”
I’m soaking for him, desperate to have him come in my mouth. He keeps me steady, and I wrap a hand around his erection as I lick and suck him harder.
“Fuck. I want to make the most of this, but you’re already getting me close.”
I grin around his dick. I’ve watched old videos of him racing, although they don’t compare to when I sat beside him at the aerodrome. When he’s in a car, he owns a racetrack, and now he’s owning me. I revel in how his abs tense and release as I lick his thickness.
I slide my lips down before taking him deep again. He makes a ponytail out of my hair.
“More,” Niki growls.
“I’ve fantasised about this for months,” he rasps. He sucks in air like he’s struggling. My chest lifts with pride. I’ve made this man come undone.
“I come home from work hard, yanking at my cock as I imagine you bent over my desk as I pound you,” he stutters. He leans his head back and hisses as I suck him harder.
“Fuuuuuuuck.” He clears his throat. “When you were cutting my hair, I wanted you riding me, shouting my name. I can’t cope when I’m around you. You’re perfect.”
I don’t want my fingers in me. I want his. I want to be riding this dick.
He smells of lavender and oak. Drops of water from his shower slide down and wet my hair.
My mouth and tongue work his cock until he’s on the edge.
“I’m going to come,” he moans, pulling back, but I fix him with my stare as I use both hands to hold him inside me, fucking my mouth with abandon. “You’re taking all of me like such a good girl.”
My brain is fuzzy with arousal. I love hearing those two words out of his mouth.
“I’m coming,” he says between gritted teeth. His whole body quakes, and he grips my hair between his fingers. Eighteen months of his need slide down my throat, and I swallow every drop.
His thrusts slow. I lick him clean, swiping my tongue over my lips as hunger lights his eyes.
His body won’t stop shaking, and he kneels on the floor. He cups my cheek and kisses me, swiping the seam of my mouth with his tongue until I open it to him as he palms my bum. The kiss is gentle, caring, and everything Niki is.
“So fucking perfect,” he rasps against my smiling mouth. “Thank you.”
“My pleasure, sir.”
“Good girl.” It’s dirty yet sensual. He slides his hand inside my knickers, and I jolt as he brushes my clit. “Soaking. You didn’t get to come.”
He trails kisses down my neck as his thumb rubs circles around my clit. “Is this okay?” he asks, and I whisper my encouragement.
His fingers slide inside me. This moment was about him. I wasn’t expecting this. “I’m nervous.”
His head tips, and his eyebrows dive together. “Because of me or because of how I’m touching you?”
I snag a breath, trying to focus on what he’s doing and how it feels. He swirls his thumb against me, and I gasp with pleasure.
“Because of me,” I stutter. What if I’m not enough for him? “I haven’t come with a guy before.”
He pulls his hand back, but I press him against me and say, “Don’t stop.”
“Don’t forget the safe word. I can’t wait to be the first man you come with,” he murmurs as he drops his head to my breasts and sweeps my nipple with his tongue. Arousal ignites my need, making me dizzy. I trail my fingers over his stomach, it ripples beneath my touch.
“So fucking good,” he grunts as he continues to lick and tease my nipples while I ride his fingers. I whimper, and my body jolts.
I wrap my arm around his neck, holding him to me, needing the contact. He doesn’t pull away. His fingers thrust faster. My hips roll, desperate for more.
“Faster,” I beg, and it echoes through the bathroom.
“You look so good fucking my fingers.” Heat fills my belly as he kisses me hard on the mouth. Water droplets fall from his hair, chilling my skin. “Is this how you play with yourself, Rosie? Do you rub your clit?”
“I use a toy,” I gasp. “Deeper. Please. I need your fingers deeper.”
At his satisfied growl, I ride his fingers harder. His lips skim my pulsing throat.
My desire climbs with the pounding of my heart. He pulls his fingers out of me, sucks them slowly, his gaze fixed on mine, before sliding them back inside me.
“Fuck, you taste perfect.” Heat fills my cheeks as he grins. “I can’t wait to lick your pussy.”
“Yes,” I moan. He kisses me hard on the mouth before ducking down and returning to my tits.
“These are more beautiful than I imagined in all my fantasies.” His voice is thick with lust.
His spare hand glides across my hips, setting each inch of skin on fire. The tension in my body is like a tight string that’s on the cusp of snapping as he savours me.
“What do you need, Rosie? Instruct me.”
There’s no power trip with Niki. I rarely feel in control of my world, but I’ve brought this man to his knees.
“Kiss me,” I beg between ragged breaths. His corded muscles pulse.
As his lips embrace mine, his tongue pressing between the seam of my mouth, my back arches. My body shakes and his fingers thrust deeper. I tilt my hips to feel more. I’m on the edge, teetering. He bites my lip and sends me over.
My breath is out of control. My whole body shakes as he holds me close, keeping me safe.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he growls. “I didn’t expect any of this today.”
He’s not regretful, but as his words combine with my fading orgasm, clarity slaps me across the face. I pushed every boundary I vowed not to cross. I said I’d put this job and being a mother first and then I rode my boss’ fingers on his bathroom floor.
Panic stifles me as I ease away.
“Did you enjoy it? Did I go too far?” he says sensing my change.
I shake my head. “I loved it, but…”
He stares at me, and I panic he’ll decipher the anxiety I’m hiding.
He sits back on his haunches. “I’m sorry. I’m your boss. I shouldn’t have crossed the line like that. You said before you left that what scared you was doing the right thing for your daughter… I shouldn’t have done anything. I’m so sorry.”
It’s not a rejection because he’s not like that. So why does it feel like one? Because he knows like I do that I’ve risked my job and done precisely what I shouldn’t have.
“We both crossed the line. Let’s pretend it never happened,” I say attempting to stand on wobbly legs.
But it did. I came with Niki’s fingers inside me and now I want more. Now I know how it can be, I have to get away from him before I beg to ride him.
I drag my top off the floor.
“Are you okay?” He stands, holding out his hand.
But I can’t let him touch me because I can’t resist him.
“Yes, but I’ve got to go. I need to get ready for my night out.”
“Of course.” He grabs one of the towels and wraps it around his waist. That’s sensible. His magical dick will have me following him around his house. “I hope you have the best time. You deserve a fun night.”
I force a smile. “Yeah. It should be great. Watch out, men, here I come.”
I don’t know what I’m saying. I’m so desperate to reduce the anxiety of the situation and return to how we were a couple of hours ago.
He winces as I turn.
I’m going to drink tonight and forget I came on my boss’ fingers and risked my future.