Double Bossed

“I’m not buying that bullshit,” I teased. “Tell me. How many have there been?”

“What? I’m not telling you that.”

I grabbed the pizza from her hand and held it up in the air out of reach. “No more pizza until I get a number.”

Her eyes beaded together. “I’m not telling you that, Hawk. That’s personal.”

I took a huge bite of the pizza. “Oh well.”

She lunged forward to grab it from me, but ended up toppling onto my chest. We fell backward on the floor. The pizza landed under the table and I fastened my arms around her.

She looked into my eyes before I drew her lips to mine. She kissed me slowly at first, cautiously, and then I felt the weight of her lush lips bear against mine with fire.

My hands coasted over her hips and down her ass, grabbing, pulling, tugging. I wanted everything at once.

She moaned when I yanked her skirt up over her ass and palmed the bare skin of her bottom. I slapped against her, coaxing a whimper from her lips.

“Fuck,” I growled. She ground her hips into me and I slapped her again.

“Oh God.” She panted.

My eyes lit. “Do you have any idea what I want to do to you right now?”

She shook her head.

I bit her lip, before digging the tips of my fingers into her flesh. Every single part of her felt so fucking good.

“What?” Her ragged breath whispered over my ear.

“You need somebody, Jules. Somebody to worship this body. Someone who knows how to make you feel good. Someone to take care of you tonight.”

I pried her legs apart, sliding my hand between her soaked panties. I groaned. God, why did she have to be so wet? I wanted to prove something to her, but it was going to be impossible. Could I actually not fuck her?

“But I promised you the guestroom.”

“You did.” She wiggled her hips and I slid my fingers inside her. She hissed with pleasure. She rode up and down as I pumped hard and fast.

“But I also told you I’d take care of you.” I grabbed her breast through the fabric of her shirt while I curled my fingers deep in her.

“Ohh,” she moaned.

She clenched with intensity and I felt her honey coat over me as I moved to rub her clit. The first stroke made her flinch and then she bou

nced and gyrated, grinding into my thumb. Riding the friction I gave her.

My cock hardened inside my jeans. Fuck. She was killing me. I watched her as the ecstasy pulsed through her. I reached toward her jaw, jerking her lips to mine. I kissed her fiercely.

“Here’s what I’m going to do.” She looked into my eyes as I spoke. “I’m going to carry you into that guestroom and I’m going to take you out of these clothes. Strip you fucking naked. And then you’re going to crawl on that bed and spread your legs so wide for me, baby. Wider than you’ve ever had them. I’m going to suck your swollen clit into my mouth and flick my tongue along it as I shove my fingers into you over and over until you are screaming my name so loudly the neighbors above us and below us are pounding on the floor.”

“Oh God,” she whispered.

“And then, when you beg me to stop I’ll give you one more orgasm. One that will make all the others seem like they were warmups. One that will let you sleep soundly the rest of the night naked and wrapped up in my arms. But I’m not going to fuck you. Not tonight. You understand?”

She nodded quickly.

“Good.”

I scooped her off the floor and carried her down the hall. I had a promise to fulfill.