The Boss Crush

Pinching her chin between my thumb and forefinger, I pull her face in as I move in closer. Our lips touch, and she exhales. Her cool breath scales down my chin and across my cheeks.

I watch her, keeping my eyes open as she closes hers. Her movements are delicate, almost unnoticeable. But I see them.

I see her. I’ve always seen her. Even when she thought no one was looking, I always was.

Her lips part as my fingers move across her neck and dig into her hair. Coiling her thick locks around my hand, I tug her head back.

“You know you’re lucky,” I say against her mouth as I kiss her back.

“Oh yeah,” she says with a small smile. “And why’s that?”

“Because you’re getting way better sex with me now, than you would have back when we were in school.”

Dalia giggles, nibbling on my bottom lip. “I think that’s probably true. No one is good in bed when they’re teenagers. But. . .” she says slowly, walking her fingers up the center of my shirt. Pinching the corner of my collar, she pulls on it. “You’re a man now, so I shouldn’t need to teach you anything.”

Arching one of my eyebrows, I pull away slightly. She laughs again, grabbing my shirt with two hands, and yanking me back in for another kiss.

I can’t tell her no. I know I should. I know if my sister ever finds out about us, Dalia is screwed. Sandy will make her life a living fucking nightmare. If Dalia thinks high school was rough, she’ll never be able to handle Sandy now.

Ruthless. Cutthroat. Sandy doesn’t see people, she doesn’t see feelings, she doesn’t see the hurt she causes along the way. All Sandy sees are obstacles and dollar signs. You don’t want to be that obstacle, because she’ll tear you the fuck down, and not look back.

“Where’d you go?” she asks, leaning back, and looking up at me.

“What?” I ask. It takes a second for her question to register, but I answer her before she has to ask me again. “Oh, nowhere, I was just trying to figure out if my backseat is big enough for me to fuck you in.”

She looks behind us, then down at my lap. “I think we have plenty of room right here.”

“Right here?” Looking around the full parking lot, I shake my head. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea. What if someone sees us?”

Like my sister.

“You weren’t worried about that while you were eating me out.” Her smile thickens as she climbs over the center console and onto my lap.I don’t stop her. I don’t want to stop her. I’ve wanted to fuck this girl since the first time I jerked off. She’s been my wet dream.

And now that I’ve had her, all I want is more.

Spreading her legs around my hips, she starts to pull at my belt. “Fuck it,” I say, “If someone comes through, they can watch.”

The idea excites me. Someone watching us as we fuck, the danger of being caught, the voyeur in the shadows. It’s a fucking turn on.

Slipping my hand between the seat and the door, I push the button, reclining back to give her more room.

I love this version of Dalia. This version is a risk taker and it’s fucking hot as hell. My dick is stiff, painfully pushing against my zipper, waiting for her to free it. She fiddles with the belt for a second, then I feel the tension release as she unbuttons my pants.

“Someone’s excited already,” she says, her voice sultry and smooth.

“That’s because of you.” Digging my fingers into her hips, I squeeze hard as I lift my hips up. “You make me fucking hard, you always have.”

Her skin flushes pink, and it’s the sexiest shade of pink I’ve ever seen. Running my hands up her back, I grip her shoulder blades and pull her down for a kiss. Crashing my lips onto hers, she exhales, kissing me harder.

Dalia sucks my bottom lip into her mouth, and bites down. It hurts, there’s a sting to the sharp edges of her teeth as they clamp down, but I fucking love it.

Groaning, I move my hands to her hair, wrapping it around my fingers. I won’t let her go, I want her close. I want her closer than she already is. Holding her head, I pull at the roots, deepening our kiss.

My tongue sweeps across her mouth, tasting and licking, devouring her like she’s my meal. If I don’t eat I’ll die, and no one wants that.

Her hand slips into my pants, wrapping around my length. I inhale a gritty breath as she squeezes, stroking up to the tip, and then driving her hand back down. Her thumb swirls across the head, and that little movement sends sparks shooting through my body.