Dirty Boss (Dirty Rich 2)

One flick of his fingers and the shoe is on the floor. The stocking joins it.

I dig my hands into the couch to contain the anticipation coursing through my veins. Nick drags his fingertips up my inner thigh, under my skirt, closer and closer. He's almost touching me when he moves to my other leg. He rolls off my stocking, flicks off my shoe.

He pushes my skirt to my waist. I'm on display for him. It does something to me. My sex clenches. Pleasure spreads all the way to my toes.

He pushes my panties to my knees.

He presses his palm against the back of my hand and he drags it up my thigh. Until I'm almost there.

Nick looks up at me. "Have you been lonely this week, without me?"

I nod.

"Because you miss this—" he brings my hand between my legs so my fingertips skim my clit "—or because you miss me?"

"Both."

He moves my hand to my thigh. "Pick one."

Huh? I stare into his eyes. "I don't understand the question."

"You miss getting off or you miss me?"

"You. I can come whenever I want. I came ten times this week from my hand."

"Did you think about me?"

"Every time. I can't stop thinking about you. Worrying about you. I fall asleep wishing you were next to me. Not to fuck me, though I certainly wouldn't turn it down, but to hold me."

"Then why are you letting me use you?"

Damn. He's blunt.

I hold his gaze. "Because you need it. And because I want to feel close to you, and I'm not sure how else I can do it."

"I don't deserve you."

My stomach clenches. "Don't say that. It hurts." I press my hand against his shoulder. "You've already done so much for me, made me realize the world isn't a total shithole. If you say things like that..." I swallow hard. "Please, Nick, I can't keep thinking about this or I'm going to lose it. I want you to use me. I want you to feel better after."

He stares deep into my eyes. Nods. "Put your hand between your legs."

I do.

"Show me how you touch yourself."

That flush in my cheeks spreads all the way to my toes. Show him how I touch myself? Somehow, it's more intimate than anything we're done. More like I'm giving some part of myself away.

He slides his hands around my hips, holding me in place.

I press my eyes closed and drag my finger over my clit. I'm already sensitive, already desperate. A few strokes and the pressure builds to a fever pitch. I'm almost there. It's too fast. I need more of him.

I blink my eyes open to stare into Nick's. He's fixed on me, watching me like I'm his favorite movie. His grip around my hips tightens.

His fingers feel good against my skin.

He drags one hand up my side and around my breast. His thumb rubs against my nipple. "Close your eyes."

I do.

His hand slides back to my hip. "Hand on your inner thigh."

With my left hand planted on his shoulder for support, I bring my right hand to my inner thigh.

"Soft. Like you can barely take any pressure."

I can barely take any pressure. I drag my fingertips up my thigh as lightly as possible.

Desire overwhelms any lingering awkwardness. It's too soft. I can't take that. I need more. I need harder. I need to come.

"Go slow. Tease yourself."

Fuck me. I'm too keyed up to stand any teasing.

I try my best to keep things soft. I drag my fingertips over my outer lips. My hand skims my clit. The pressure is so light I can barely feel it. Somehow, that makes it more intense.

My sex clenches. I tug at his jacket.

Nick takes my hand from his shoulder and brings it to my mouth. His grip tightens around my hips. "I've got you."

I slide my fingers into my mouth, sucking hard so I won't scream.

My eyes flutter open and lock with his. I don't want to touch myself the way I do when I think of him.

I want to do it for him.

I want to show him how desperately I need him.

I spread my legs wider. No more teasing. I rub myself with greedy strokes.

He stares back at me like he's transfixed. "You get this wet just thinking about me?"

I nod, sinking my teeth into my skin so I won't scream. The knot inside me tightens. I'm close. Very close. But I'm not ready yet. I slide two fingers into my sex.

A sigh escapes my lips. Not as good as him inside me, but still damn good. I tease myself until biting my fingers isn't enough to keep me from groaning.

That look in Nick's eyes is perfection. I focus on him as I bring my fingers back to my clit. No more teasing. No more waiting. I need to show him how good he makes me feel.

I rub myself until the pressure is just right. He holds onto my hips, his eyes fixed on mine, his lips parted like he's in awe.

That knot tightens until it's too much to take. I pull my hand from my mouth and dig into his hair. "Nick, I can't... I have to scream."

He pulls his hand from my side and drags it over my bottom lip. "Here." His fingers slide into my mouth.

It's so much better than sucking on my own fingers. I press my tongue against the fleshy pads of his fingertips as I stroke myself.

The pressure builds until I'm at the edge. I suck hard on his fingers as I come. All that pressure unravels in a wave of bliss. My legs and arms go slack. I only stay upright by virtue of his firm grip.

Nick brings his hands to my ass and pulls me into his lap. He presses his lips to mine, his tongue plunging into my mouth.

His hand goes to the back of my head. He finds the band keeping my bun together and pulls it out. My hair spills onto my shoulders, messy in the best possible way.

He unknots his tie and pulls it from his neck. "Back on your knees."

I adjust myself so I'm in the same position, knees planted outside his thighs, hands on his shoulders.

"Hands behind your back."

"How?"

"Trust me."

I pull one hand behind my back. My knees sink into the firm fabric of the couch, but I manage to keep my balance. The next hand is more difficult. I slip, landing in his lap, my face pressed against his chest.

"I've got you." He grabs my ass and slides me into his lap, so I'm straddling him.

I can feel his erection through his slacks. Desire rages through my body. I need that. I need him.

Nick brings his tie around my wrists, loops twice, and cinches with a knot.

I move my arms to test the binding. It's tight. My shoulders are pulled back, my chest thrust into his face. I'm on top, but I'm not in control.

His hands go to my ass. He lifts me, adjusting my legs so I'm kneeling. "You want me to get a condom?"

"No."

How does he make asking me about going bareback with my arms tied behind my back feel

like the most caring thing in the history of the universe?

With one hand, Nick holds me in place. The other goes to his slacks. He unbuttons, unzips, shifts his boxers and slacks to his knees.

My gaze goes between his legs. Today, he's all mine. There's nothing to dampen the sensation of our bodies joining as one.

His hands go back to my hips. I relax into his grip as he pulls me closer. We're inches from joining.

My breath speeds up. Heat collects between my legs. I stare into his eyes, desperate for some way to contain my anticipation.

There are over twenty people on the other side of this wall. If I scream, they'll hear. They'll know what we're doing.

The risk is more thrilling than anything. I shift my hips to press against him. In response, he lifts my hips, moving our bodies farther apart. The look in his eyes says "patience."

It feels like an eternity passes. It can't be more than thirty seconds. His fingers dig into my skin as he pulls my body onto his. His cock strains against me.

Hell yes. I surrender to his movements, to his grip.

Pleasure spreads through my torso and thighs. It's torture and perfection all at once. Slowly, he brings my body onto his, shifting deeper and deeper inside me.

I can't do anything more than moan softly. My eyelids press together, something to contain my bliss. God, he feels good inside me.

With his hands on my hips, he pulls me up, until his cock is teasing me again. He drags me down, so he's deep inside me. It's damn intense, the feeling of him entering me again and again. How the hell am I supposed to keep quiet like this?

"Nick." It's a whisper. "I can't..." My sex clenches around him. "I can't stay quiet. It feels too good."

"You can." He thrusts deep into me.

I can? No. I cannot. I squeeze my thighs against him. I rub my wrists against the tie. Neither helps contain the ecstasy growing inside me. I need to groan. I need his name on my tongue.

He does it again, harder and deeper this time. I let out a much too loud gasp.

Nick digs his nails into my hips. The burst of pain is too much. I bite my tongue until it's numb.

"Nick..." I groan.

"Say it like that." He thrusts into me again. Rakes his nails against me again.

It takes every ounce of concentration I have, but I manage to keep my voice level.