Boss of Me

Intense, dark eyes move from my breasts to my legs, and his voice is rich and low. “You have great legs.” Instinctively, my knees rub together, and he holds out his hand.

I take it, and he pulls me up, catching the hem of my sweater and lifting it over my head. My black lace bra only covers the bottom of my breasts, and he traces his fingers along the tops of them, causing me to shiver.

His eyes darken, and he dips them inside, rolling my hard nipples between his fingertips. “You have perfect breasts.”

My lips part, and the heat surging in my veins has me under his spell. “Thank you.”

“Lie back.”

I do as he says, and he drops between my knees, sliding his hands up my outer thighs and shoving my denim skirt up to my waist.

“I’ve wanted to taste you since you wore that skirt on Friday.”

Oh, shit. My eyes flutter closed and a moan slips from my throat as he kisses the inside of my knee, tracing his lips higher, along the sensitive skin of my inner thigh.

“Patton…” I hiss as his beard scratches my legs.

He kisses a line, drawing closer to my center, and indescribable pleasure floods my lower belly. With the hook of a thumb, he jerks my thong aside. Cool air touches me just before his mouth covers me.

“Oh, God!” My back arches off the bed at the warm pass of his tongue over my clit.

He circles again, and my hips rock in time with the movement of his mouth over my most sensitive parts. Another pass, and my hands grasp his hair. I thread my fingers as he goes faster, circling, winding me higher.

I’m on the edge, just about to explode into a million shooting stars when he moves his lips to the crease of my thigh, kissing and looking up at me.

“Oh… oh, no…” I gasp, looking down at him.

He smiles wickedly. “You’re delicious.”

“Please…” I can barely say the words, barely think past the orgasm simmering in my core. “I just need a little more.”

His tongue moves over his bottom lip, and he watches me like he’s waiting to see if I’ll beg for it. I just might.

“What do you need?” A cocky tone is in his voice, and I decide he really is the devil.

“Patton…” My whisper cracks.

I’m about to say please when he lowers his face and kisses the crease of my thigh again. I make a desperate noise, and I feel him grin, kissing to my center, covering me with his mouth again and stroking my clit with his tongue.

“Yes,” I cry as he continues flicking and sucking.

It’s incredible tightness, then… “Oh, God!” The orgasm rockets through my body like fireworks. My heels dig into the mattress, and I lift off, shuddering and pulling his hair, doing my best not to squeeze him between my thighs.

“Oh, fuck,” I gasp, pushing against him. It feels so good… too good.

He rises over me, wiping his chin and smiling wickedly.

“I want to be inside you now.” The words shoot another thrill through my sparkling core.

I watch with hooded eyes as he unfastens his pants, shoving them down and allowing his massive cock to spring free. I’d felt it in the water, I’d dreamed of it at night, and now it’s even better than I imagined.

He reaches over and pulls a condom out of the nightstand drawer, quickly opening it and rolling it on as he watches me.

“You want this?” It’s a hungry growl, and my knees rub together again.

I pull my lip between my teeth nodding. “Yes.”

My body aches for him, and lust, fresh orgasm, and the remnants of whiskey blend in my veins for a pleasant burn.