The Boss Deal

“You want to dance?” he asks, looking past me onto the dance floor.

He doesn’t wait for my answer. The man pulls me into the mass of people, his body rolling and moving in ways I’ve never seen from a man.

His hips rock, gyrating up as I grind against his thigh. His hands are all over my body. Running down my back, sweeping over my shoulders, tickling up my ribs. He pulls me close, breathing hot air down my neck as he places a delicate kiss on the curve of my jaw.

“Mm,” I moan, the soft coo rolls off my tongue easily.

Twisting, I rub my ass against his growing hard-on as I wrap an arm around his neck. My fingers are in his hair, tugging gently as I shake my ass.

His fingers slip down my sides, tracing the outside of my breasts. He grunts, nipping at my neck as he plants another kiss. My eyes close as I let any reservations about what I’m doing dissolve.

This isn’t a night for regrets, it’s for pleasure.

Flat hands move up my stomach and over my tits. My nipples are hard, perking with the attention. I feel him shift his hips, pressing his erection against my ass.

Oh wow. . .

I can feel how big he is, how thick, how hard, and I melt instantly. My pussy is seeping, causing my thighs to slip easily back and forth. I’m so fucking wet already, and all we’ve done is dance.

He nibbles my earlobe as his hands slide back down the way they came, over my chest, grazing my nipples and turning them stiff. “You want to get out of here?” he asks as he licks the shell of my ear. “I’ve got a hotel room not far from here.”

I don’t speak, I coil my fingers into his and nod anxiously. Biting down on my bottom lip, I run a finger down the center of my chest, and over one of my nipples.

I’m definitely charged right now. I want him, he wants me, so why stop here? Sometimes you just have to let go. You need to live in the moment, let it take the lead.

His bold green eyes ignite as he growls, tugging my hand hard and pulling me out of the bar.

“Taxi!” he calls eagerly, flailing his hand, and waving down a cab. He yanks open the back door, guiding me inside first and climbing in behind me. “The Prestige on Mott, please.” The cab jerks forward, pulling out into the busy street.

My mysterious stranger wraps his arm around my neck and starts to play with my hair. He’s running it between his fingers, twisting it and letting it bounce free. He lowers his face to my hair and inhales a deep breath.

“You smell incredible,” he says, whispering in my ear.

Scooting myself closer, I pull his free hand over and rest it on my thigh. He massages the muscle, not moving higher, just teasing the very edge of my skirt. My breathing picks up as his fingers inch closer, and closer, until he finally brushes the center of my pussy.

I can’t stop the moan that comes out of my mouth. It’s throaty, raw, and full of need. He starts to kiss my neck, his lips hot as they sear my skin, leaving tingles in their wake.

From the corner of my eyes, I see the driver watching us in the rear view mirror. Running my hands through my sexy stranger’s hair, I pull his ear to my lips. “We have an audience,” I say, plucking his lobe with my teeth.

“Let him watch,” he says back, his words breathy and greedy as his hand moves across my panties and brushes my clit.

My entire body tenses as the sensation spills over my body, wrapping me like a thick blanket. He flicks the tender bud again, and I rock my hips, begging for more. He moves his lips across my shoulder, up my throat, then captures my jaw in his hand.

Twisting my head in his direction, he kisses me hard, bruising my lips with intense hunger. I can feel him, every gnawing desire sits on the tip of his tongue. My lips part easily, granting him access.

Tonight’s for thoughtless pleasure. Tonight’s for lawless bodies and forgotten rules.

Tonight’s for every dirty dream I’ve ever had about being reckless.

Our tongues swirl and taste, licking and wrapping as they dance around each other. His hand squeezes my tit, and he groans into my mouth as his finger slips under my panties and graze my wet pussy.

Rubbing my hand over his cock, I feel how hard he is through his jeans. He’s standing at full attention, tenting his pants. Inching his zipper down, I slip my hand into his pants, and wrap around his length.

My fingers barely reach each other, his cock is so thick. Moving my hand up and down slowly, I stroke him lightly. His tip is swollen, sticky, and his eyes roll back in his head.