The Boss Project

His head was perfectly aligned with my breasts, and my nipples stood at full attention, begging for his touch. Leaning forward, he sucked one into his mouth and looked up at me. When our gazes locked, he sucked harder before biting down and tugging with his teeth.

My eyes closed. Fuck. I need him to touch me. I’d been aching for him for hours and felt so damn needy.

When he moved to my other breast, he shimmied my sleeping shorts down my legs, leaving me completely bare.

He leaned back to get a better look at me. “You said you fantasized about me. I don’t think I could dream up something this perfect.”

My body was already on fire, but his words made my heart melt. He stood and guided me to switch places with him. Once I was on the edge of the bed, he nudged my knees open.

“Wider.”

I spread my legs a modest amount, but it wasn’t enough apparently.

“More… Wider.”

Any self-consciousness I had was quickly forgotten when Merrick licked his lips, staring at my pussy. “So pink and perfect,” he said. “I want you to watch me eat you.”

Oh God.

He leaned forward and licked at me, his tongue flattening to lap between my parted lips as it traveled from one end to the other. Reaching my clit, he fluttered his tongue over and over before sucking it into his mouth.

My eyes shut, and I dug my fingernails into his scalp. “Merrick…”

Without warning, he slipped a finger inside of me, pumping a few times before adding another. I’d been riding the edge of a wave for so long that it didn’t take long before it began to crest. My body trembled, and my insides clamped down on his fingers. Merrick sucked once more on my clit, and the free fall hit.

Falling.

Falling.

Falling.

I wasn’t sure I could feel anything else in the lower half of my body. It was as if every nerve ending from the waist down had shut down to magnify the intensity of what was happening between my legs. When it was over, I collapsed back on the bed, one arm slung over my face.

Merrick climbed up and hovered over me. “Not good, huh?”

I moved my arm enough to peek at him through one eye and gave him a giddy smile. “Holy shit. You’re going to be doing that…a lot.”

Merrick flashed a triumphant look. “My pleasure.” He peeled my arm away and kissed my lips gently. “I’ll be right back.”

He returned with a sad face and held up two condoms. “I only have two.”

I smiled. “I think that will hold us.”

“I’m pretty sure I’m going to fill two the first time.”

I laughed and held out my hand. “Come here.”

Merrick climbed over me and pressed his lips to mine. The kiss started slow and sweet, but didn’t take long to grow heated and desperate. A few minutes ago, I’d been sated and content, and yet already I was growing needy. I grabbed the waistband of Merrick’s sweatpants and started to push them down, but he took over and finished.

I’d seen the bulge between his legs that one time on the couch, but that didn’t prepare me for what I found when I slid my hand between us and tried to wrap it around his cock. The thing was pretty damn big—not that I’d experienced a vast array, but it definitely put Christian to shame. That gave me a weird sense of satisfaction. Not only had I moved on, I’d traded up, too.

Merrick broke our kiss and sat back on his haunches, grabbing one of the condoms he’d dropped on the bed. His cock bobbed against his belly as he grasped the wrapper between his teeth and tore it open. Pausing as he sheathed himself, he caught my eyes.

I pointed. “That thing is bigger than my vibrator.”

He winked. “Don’t worry. I’ll take my time when I feed it to you later.”

Merrick positioned himself over me and took my mouth in a languid kiss as he pushed inside. He eased in and out gently, careful to give my body time to adjust to each thrust. When he was fully seated, I felt his arms shake, yet he stopped to check in with me.