Double Bossed

“Come for me. I want to feel your sweet honey coat my cock.” I freed my dick just as her eyes opened and landed on my monstrous erection. I was going to fuck her so hard we would both be breathless and senseless.

I rose from my knees. Keeping one hand pumping in and out of her, the other guiding my cock to her tight heated paradise.

One.

Two.

Three pumps. I nudged the tip against her opening. I hissed at the fire between her legs.

And then we heard it. The banging on the door. The fist to wood sound that hammered into both of us. Fuck.

“Hawk? You in there, you bastard?”

Julie’s eyes darted to mine in complete fear and I wasn’t sure she wasn’t in pain. She was on the brink of having an epic orgasm delivered by Kane Hawkins. No one should be deprived of that. She scooted back on the table, looking for something to cover herself with in a state of panic.

I pressed a finger to my lips, silencing her.

She shook her head rapidly.

“It’s ok,” I whispered.

“What, Joe? I’m on the phone,” I yelled through the door.

The handle jiggled. Bastard was still trying to get in.

“You’ve got a situation out here.”

“What is it?” I had a fucking situation in here. I was ready to spend ten minutes in nirvana and he was cock-blocking me.

Julie had quietly stepped one foot and then another to the floor and reached for her shorts.

“Kennedy’s here.”

“Fuck,” I muttered. “I’ll be right out.” I stuffed my dick in my pants, trying like hell to adjust myself when it was nearly impossible.

I waited a second to make sure Joe was no longer in the hall before cracking the door. “He’s gone,” I reported.

“Kennedy?” she asked.

I rubbed the back of my head. “Nobody.”

“I bet,” she huffed, pulling the shorts over her tan legs. The scowl on her face was surprisingly sexy.

I held up the pair of torn panties. “Forgetting something?” I teased.

She glared at me, trying to snatch them from my hands.

“I think I’ll keep these as a souvenir.” I stuffed them in my pocket.

Her mouth opened in surprise. “Give them back.”

“You can have them back when we finish what we started,” I offered.

She re-tied her waitress apron and tried to brush past me. “It shouldn’t have happened. It got out of hand.”

“It didn’t even get close to where it needed to go, baby.”

I raised my eyebrow at her.